yogen | there's a wildly elusive moment of bliss

[ You've reached a certain point in the forest. The trees begin to thin, and the ground begins to shift from dirt into hardwood flooring. The sky itself turns grey, with the sun behind it incredibly bright. At some point, looking at either side of you, half-crumbled decorated walls appear, with shattered windows. It looks similar to the ruins of a school, placed out directly in the forest.

As you continue on, you'll her the loud slam of a door, and a voice ring out.

"This is the last time! I'm never helping you again, President!"

Without warning, the image of a light-pink haired girl passes by, speeding away and eventually disappears into the forest. Turn to look at her-- and suddenly, when you turn back, large wooden double doors appear in front of you.

It's unlocked. Do you knock, or do you enter? ]

((ooc: you're getting a good glimpse of chika fujiwara giving up on teaching miyuki how to do something he's bad at. volleyball? singing? dancing? open the door and find out~! comment and i'll write ya something. ))

Edited 2022-03-08 22:49 (UTC)

[ On the other hand. You may not see the pink haired girl. You may not see much of anyone. In this case, the door'll be wide open, leaving you to a clear shot into this room. In the center is Miyuki sitting at his typically pristine desk. At this moment though, it's covered in paper, Miyuki lost in thought as he writes something down, and then quickly shoves it to the side. ]

No, not like that-- damn it--

[ He's frustrated and hasn't noticed anyone coming in. He's, right now, dead set on finishing this. So when he's writing again, and yet again shoves something off to the side, he places his elbows down on his desk and holds onto his head. ]

Come on, I can do better than that... this can't be the best I can do!

[ He feels like his head's going to pop, grimacing as he tries to focus, focus...! ]

...Perhaps you're trying a touch too hard, Mr. Shirogane. A little break could help.

[she can't see the paper, nor the desk, but Helena can hear distinctly the sounds of someone frustrated to tears and the shove. quietly she's made her way into the room, beginning to walk around slowly to get her new bearings. the world had changed, in the forest, but by now should anything be surprising, enough to call it impossible?

no, it shouldn't be. so she accepts the change in course, and starts to take the measure of the new place by echo and touch.

true, she hardly knows the young man, but distress is distress, all the same.]

I can't just-- if I don't get this done, I can't relax...

[ Miyuki didn't know Helena that much himself, but to him, no one really could understand what he was working on. The problem was that he couldn't figure it out either. This felt important, and whatever he wrote down, whatever solution to a problem he came up with, it didn't feel right. ]

I'm running out of time, I have to think of something.

Then let's think of something together.

[coming to the desk, she sets her hand on it.]

Describe it to me - even if it's simply your train of thought. Don't worry about making too much sense. We can always edit later.

[that was the virtue of another mind, another input on a problem. someone to say it's okay when it really might be.]

[ Miyuki doesn't lift his head, eyes fixated on the paper in front of him. They're full of words he completely understands, yet he can't piece them together into anything presentable. ]

I'm working on an exam. When presented with the questions, I feel in my heart that I know the answer. But when I write them down... they come out wrong. As if I can't figure out how to arrange the words.

This has never happened to me before, I know I can do this, but--

[ From seemingly nowhere, the voice of a woman can be heard throughout the room.

"You have to be smart for me, Miyuki. Work hard, Miyuki."

A heaving sigh, as Miyuki pinches the bridge of his nose. ]

How can I possibly describe how much I've grown if I can't find the words myself? Do I tell her that I'm smarter now? That I've gotten into a fancy school?

[expectations, huh. she knows them all too well, feels them in phantom weight on her shoulder, a person's hands there asking for this, for that, for her to be good for them, to behave for now. she knows that they cling like cobwebs do.]

...Are you trying to tell her from your heart, Mr. Shirogane?

[or is he trying to arrange them in neat rows, in what logic dictates he should say and do for this?

on an impulse, she crosses to one of the windows, feeling for the lock that should be there, and opens it up. if they're fortunate, a breeze should come in, and remove some of the air - fresh air for a fresh perspective.]

[ How could he? His heart was heavy enough, knowing that being able to reach out to her's close to impossible. ]

I can't. [ Matter of fact. Most of the factors of his life had nothing to do with his heart, simply with using his mind to solve all of his problems. It was what he needed to keep afloat in a sea of natural, god-given talent.

If he told her from her heart, then it would probably be the same outcome. ]

I need to rationalize it somehow. My heart may end up causing me to blurt out the wrong thing and causing issues. If the answers don't satisfy anyone, then...

[ He can already sense it, through the multitude of voices. One soft, audibly sighing as she spoke again.

'It's because sometimes, love doesn't last, Miyuki.'

A girl's voice. High pitched, a bit more excitable, seemingly coming from the area where the couches would be.

'President, I'm not going to teach you how to figure THIS out too! Do it yourself!'

A dreary voice, this time a male, from the same area.

'If you don't get this done, can I really count on you, President?'

One final voice, haughty, with a level of superiority greater than all the others. A voice that gives Miyuki pause when she speaks.

'You really think you can stand beside me with results like that, President? How cute...'

He shivers, unsure if it's at that final line or the sudden breeze coming through the window. Wind sweeps in, causing the worksheets to ruffle just a bit around on his desk. ]

With as much as I need to use my mind for, how can I even sort out what my heart wants to say?

There's your issue, Mr. Shirogane. You believe you can't use your heart, when it might be the most important factor in this whole process.

[the voices surround him, this room, like different phrases of a song, and the echoes they leave - oh, no wonder she came here. he's in need of another perspective, writer's block too heavy on his soul.]

Perhaps I'm biased, being a poet, but the heart is where truth lies. Even if words come out incorrectly to start, you then have the chance to rearrange them into what your intent wants you to say. And how can you be so sure that they're wrong, when you haven't even given them the chance to be right?

[even if she can't see it, she can feel sunshine on her back, the very same that wants to encourage him.]

Give it one shot, to write it out. I certainly can't read it, and neither can she - do it for yourself. And if you hate the end result, tear it up, throw it away, set it on fire. But at least you'll have made the attempt.

[ Miyuki himself had gone into the forest, mainly out of concern for the others in the school and needing to do a bit of research, in case a statement had to be made. He trudged on, nervous, unsure of what he'll find. Soon enough--

...he was back inside of the school? Actually wait, no... as he looked around, the decor was a lot different, a bit brighter, with a little more of a lighter mood to it. Before he has a moment to fully process what's going on, a voice rings out. ]

"Here is Miyuki Shirogane. An ordinary, mostly pitiful third year student at Yogen Academy."

--What the hell?! Something's started insulting me out of the blue!

[ Behind him, an unremarkable guy places his hand on his shoulder, saying something incomprehensible and ultimately unimportant, before making a sound similar to laughing. His facial features appear to be fuzzy, like he's hidden behind a mosaic. Before Miyuki has a chance to respond and ask anything, the voice pipes up again. ]

"As Miyuki gets closer to the end of the year, his dear friend XXX-kun approaches to give him some helpful advice for the future, post graduation."

None of what this guy said was audible-- wait, at least give him a name!

[ Still, he's starting to get it. It's beginning to be the end of the year, isn't it? What he doesn't fully comprehend is the narration that's following him, sounding as if it's out of a romcom. ]

"As Graduation looms, Miyuki realizes that there's not much time left to resolve anything he needs to before the year ends. Any confessions, any disputes, or any loose threads will have to be wrapped up before the end of the day."

[ Miyuki stands lamely for a second, before the realization takes him. ]

Please, I'm begging, tell me what I should resolve!

((ooc: this is a really dumb 'scape based on a gag chapter in the manga. kinda as it is in proper yogen, feel free to come up with a pre-existing relationship between miyuki and your character! miyuki'll be proper confused, and said relationship'll be a complete fabrication made up by the loud voice narrating the scene.))

[ The forest has vanished, forgotten for the moment, and it leaves Alice in the hallway mere steps from where Miyuki stands. The dream fills in blanks to forestall as it pleases, clearing away Alice's perplexed expression. Instead, his brows draw together. The corners of his mouth turn downward.

There he is... Upperclassman Miyuki Shirogane, a scoundrel with a heart of stone.

In a few strides, Alice has reached Miyuki to block his way — so the cruel fiend thought to flee by graduating, did he?! Graduation may indeed be approaching, nearer and nearer, but that day hasn't arrived just yet. Enough time remains... ]

Student Council Member Miyuki Shirogane! Not another step!

[ One arm outstretched, Alice points at Miyuki as though he has him cornered at last. ]

Is it true? You didn't receive any of my requests?!

Edited 2022-03-21 00:40 (UTC)

"One of Miyuki's fierce rivals, Alice Yabusame appears before him! Someone with the courage to stand up to the evil student council member."

Wh-wait, evil?!

[ He recognizes Yabusame all the same, but where the hell did this come from? And how come he's the evil guy here?!

Clearing his throat, a sentence forms in Miyuki's head. ]

I don't believe so. Er, were they important?

[ If there was some kinda request, he should've gotten to it right away. Right? But no, he's pretty sure he hadn't seen anything like that. ]

[ For his part, Alice doesn't question the disembodied voice, unfazed and unwavering. That's right. This rivalry of theirs won't end even if his adversary graduates. How could it, after months upon months of eloquent petitions, all of them in vain!

Though Alice lowers his hand, it soon forms a fist. ]

Playing dumb, are you?! Don't act so innocent! But I should have expected it from so evil a student council member...

[ Or could it be possible that Miyuki Shirogane isn't feigning ignorance, that he simply thinks certain requests far beneath him?! "Were they important" — what a thing to ask! The more Alice thinks about it, the more likely it seems that his petitions were either discarded, unread, or they were turned away before they could reach the student council at all. ]

Miyuki Shirogane... It's plain to see that your soul lacks stripes! Why else would you be content to wear the school uniform in its current state?!

[ Miyuki just... stares at Alice a bit dumbfounded. What the hell does that even mean?! ]

"What the hell does that even mean?!, thinks the villainous student. Of course, Miyuki had his own personal reasons for wanting his uniform to remain the same."

[ This time, he bites his tongue. Again, being painted in the role of being a villain. As much as he searched his mind, there was only one real reason he was content to hold onto his uniform, but even that was outside of his usual reasons. ]

What's so bad about the school's uniform? It's comfortable and practical! For that matter-- isn't it a good thing if my soul's stripeless?

[ Doesn't that mean he's not a criminal?! ]

[ Such a villainous student, with reactions to match! The disembodied voice is truly all-knowing, and it must be working hard to expose Miyuki Shirogane's evil plotting — no doubt the plain and conventional school uniform forced upon every student is part of that scheme.

Alice clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disgust. This ends here. It must! ]

A stripeless soul is far from good. It reflects your inner emptiness, so it's no surprise that you've embraced villainy! Now I see why you accept the status quo... Like a uniform designed to be drab, you would suffocate our hearts!

there's a wildly elusive moment of bliss

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