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The burning feeling lingers even after the blood dripping from his nose is long gone. Cleaned away carefully by the school's nurse, whose hands trembled pathetically as she cared for the small, fragile boy that sat yet again on her crumpled office. Kokichi doesn't show her a reassuring smile like he did the first time he was forced to visit her. He doesn't even look away with guilt from making her worry and care for him again. He merely stares at her wavering form as she lets out yelps and apologies after cleaning over every wound he shows her with almost indifference to the pain.
Maybe it's the feeling of completely giving up, either on himself or on the hope of a change, he doesn't know, but the lack of drive he finds when he checks inside himself is starting to become a scary occurrence.
He lets a long, overdramatic sigh past his lips despite his chest and muscles begging him not to move.
"Ah, Tsumiki-San, Isn't it funny? We meet again with the same circumstances! Wouldn't you call this destiny...?" The teasing tone still holds without a waver (Good.) even if his smile looks tired and his arm twitches every so often, Kokichi can work with that.
"E-Eek?! Ouma-kun p-please wait until i disinfect the wounds i-in your hand!" Her timid hands reach for his, carefully bringing them down to where she could continue to utilize the alcohol that made Kokichi bite his lips as he held the pain in.
He opens his mouth, only to close it quickly again before a wince can come out. The school nurse apologizes again for causing him discomfort, asks for him to please be patient with her while she promises to be done soon. Kokichi can do nothing more than look through the small window, which is half covered by a bookcase that had more equipment scattered through it than books. Outside, the sun is setting with the same peace as usual and the autumn leaves fly along the breezes of air of a Thursday afternoon. Things like this, usual occurrences or small details that i never changed, allowed Kokichi to take a gasp of air and continue to breathe with calm.
His eyes wonder away from the window's view once he perceives a lack of warmth on his arms. Mikan is on her chair, writing something on a piece of paper with the same anxiousness she always seemed to carry.
He looks over his arms and legs, and sees most of his wounds covered in blue and purple bandages, he smiles.
"Tsumiki-san! You bought the purple bandages again?! Were you thinking about me, I wonder?"
The sudden burst of excitement takes the nurse by surprise, releasing a yelp as her pen and memo-pad fall to the floor. She apologizes quickly as she reaches for them, only to rip the top pad and hand it over to him.
"A-ah Kokichi-kun, h-here's the nurse's note so y-you can take it easy in p-physical education for some days... " He gladly takes it from her equally pale hands.
"Yet... I-I know it might not be m-my place to s-say this but... H-hah.." she takes a gulp, and shuts her eyes as she quickly says "pleasedonotlookforfightsanymore! I-I don't want to s-see you in here for this again... N-no not because I d-dont wanna see you! I do! But n-not over th..." Childish laughter echoes through the room, overdone and otherwise innocent if it didn't come from the child in front of her. She falters.
"...K-kokichi-kun?"
"Ahahahaha! T-Tsumiki-san! Are you sure you aren't a comedian instead of a nurse? You sure have the idea though!" The smile on his face slowly crumbles into a more fabricated sorrow-filled expression. "I wonder what would you do without me here...? I bet it's pretty lonely... b-but d-don't worry..! If I have to injure m-myself to come back I-I will!"
She should be used to... this. To the changes in atmosphere and the obviously fake facades that the kid exploits in order to get to her. But it never gets any easier to come up with answers or to understand the hyperboles that he uses as masks. It's emotionally exhausting, in a way, but the worry she holds for the boy forces her to try and open his shell, even just a little...
Yet...
"Kokichi-kun..." She says apologetically as she watches him stand, his right leg trembles but stands strong stubbornly, as if to scream to her that "I'm okay and ready to go." As if she didn't just cared for a soon-to-be-purple bruise under his knee. Kokichi bids goodbye with a smile and a promise to come check on her again, but even with a burning in her chest, the apologies never leave her mind.
She can't seem to be strong enough to understand him.
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some arknights faves: mousse, jessica, and exusiai!
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I’m glad you’re still normal, even in this bizarre situation. If you’d lost it too….
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why catch bugs when you can go boyfriend catching
animal crossing is currently consuming my life and I need to get this out of my system lol
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drags this out from my drafts bc the recent manga chapters makes me want to keep them safe
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”もう…だめだ…”
(based on @kotone-rei ‘s fic idea but with a little twist of my own)
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My first pro design!! I posted this on my main blog a few days ago and it got way more attention than I expected, so I’m making a more cohesive-looking post with the code in case anyone wants it!
♡ full designs are under the cut for those that can’t use the kiosk! ♡
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