[The laughter is like a blow to the chest, and Hinata doesn't endure it especially well - he's on high alert, tense as piano wire strung tight. It strikes him, quite suddenly, how little he truly knows Rika at all.
But... He thinks of her smile, of her calm during the investigation when he'd been a nervous wreck.
He doesn't want that to mean nothing.]
If you don't know who that is... shouldn't you just be who you want to be?
[He thinks of that emptiness, that lack in himself, and the space aches - even as something determined spreads through his veins.]
Sometimes you won't always know - maybe there's too much you want, or maybe there just isn't enough. [Unconsciously, his hand drifts up to clutch his shirt over his heart.] But you can find it. Even if you have to start with something small.
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But... He thinks of her smile, of her calm during the investigation when he'd been a nervous wreck.
He doesn't want that to mean nothing.]
If you don't know who that is... shouldn't you just be who you want to be?
[He thinks of that emptiness, that lack in himself, and the space aches - even as something determined spreads through his veins.]
Sometimes you won't always know - maybe there's too much you want, or maybe there just isn't enough. [Unconsciously, his hand drifts up to clutch his shirt over his heart.] But you can find it. Even if you have to start with something small.