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 Although this is how I am                                 I’ll try to be strong, just this once,                                                                           so please smile for me. 

                                             AKIYOSHI MIHO

                                               ( reserve course student )

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They share the same birth date, on a holiday of all days, so it's easy not to forget the day. He opens Hinata's door before his brother has awoken to the early morning light and steps in quietly sitting on the side of his bed. He gently places a hand on his arm shaking him until he's conscious, "Take a walk with me." Even though the words are demanding his tone is soft. He wants to enjoy the early morning air with the person he shares this birthday with. A celebration of their lives so far.

It is a fact that one has to wake up early on January first, no matter how much of a morning person he is not. Too much stuff to do– there’s no helping it. But that doesn’t mean he won’t try to squeeze in as much sleep as possible.

Or at least, that’s what he intended. But the hand shaking his arm is telling him that that won’t be possible. 

After a few quiet ‘no’s, and ‘stop’s are proven futile to actually get the other to quit it, Hajime groggily looks up at his brother. The words take a few moments to process before he nods slowly and manages to mumble out an answer.

( he’s beyond glad things aren’t as tense between them anymore. it’s comforting to be able to go back to this kind of thing. )

“… Mm... Okay. But we have to be back early. Mom and dad are going to... want to do a shrine visit.”

As much as he might dread going out so early in the morning, a walk with one of his favorite people in the world and birthday buddy doesn’t sound like the worst reason to. 

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"hajime-kun, happy birthday!" and she comes out of nowhere to wrap her arms around him, hugging him tight. after letting him go, she presents him with a gift, poorly wrapped but she clearly tried! inside is a grouping of small picture frames, all connected, filled with photos she's scrounged up. the two of them, the two of them + izuru, and some of just komaeda (because she had none of him and komaeda together). "i hope you like it."

“Oof– Thank you–!”

Honestly, he wasn’t expecting much. A birthday on the first day of the year means everyone is too busy with temple visits, family gatherings, new year postcards— there’s always the new year’s cash from family ( which hey, is not little ), but that’s as far as it goes. 

Except when it comes to his first and best friend, which he is now hugging back just as tightly.

Being so close for so long means that each year, she has something to give– so does he, when the time comes– and it’s always received as gratefully as the first time. 

Someone so dear putting thought into something for him is… beyond nice a feeling. That’s something that doesn’t change not matter how much time goes by.

This year’s gift seems to be a bit out of the ordinary. When she lets go, he unwraps it carefully despite the wrapping being, as always, very Chiaki-like. 

And… … the content is met with wide eyes and an open mouth that isn’t so sure what to say. A thumb goes over the pictures, a good few seconds going by before his gaze lifts to look back at his friend. There’s a very genuine smile when it does– one that reaches his eyes.

“Thank you, Chiaki… I love it.” 

And because he really can’t help himself, there goes another hug.

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I’m a bit late, but. Happy new year to everyone. 

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The sound of a familiar voice pulls Nagito’s attention right away, and soon enough, his face lights up just as much as the illuminations around them.

(Cheesy, yes– but true. Hajime making it in one piece to such a special kind of date is enough of a reason to celebrate.)

“Ah, Hinata-kun!”

His voice is cheerful as usual, though it holds a bit more enthusiasm as usual. Soon enough, he’s up from the bench, hands clutching to his arms to rub them in an attempt to warm up some more.

“Don’t worry, I’ve actually been here for just a few minutes! Very noticeable due to the cold, but still not too long– I’m just happy you made it.”

 A little laugh.

“I don’t have a real plan, but the shopping district is bustling with activity! I think there’s gonna be fireworks or some sort of light-show later on, but we could go to karaoke or have a nice meal before that–what are you in the mood for?”

Ah... Nagito looks really happy to see him. It’s... kind of a foreign feeling, in a sense. He’s not really the kind of person someone normally would look so delighted to see-- or at least, he doesn’t think so.

But it’s a reaction that, besides surprising him every single time, never fails to fill him with warmth. Suddenly, he’s not really nervous anymore-- this should be just like any other date, but with pretty illumination and maybe a bit more of time out.

( not that he is yet used to having dates in the first place. )

“Oh-- that’s good.”  His smile mirrors Nagito’s, but he doesn’t seem to notice how cheerful he actually looks and sounds.  “Well... I haven’t been to karaoke in a long time. I think there’s a few not too far off from the station-- we could eat there too and kill two birds with one stone.”

... He mentioned something about the cold, didn’t he? A glance at Nagito’s hands tells him he might have left his house in a hurry. 

“Ah, it’s still a bit of a walk.” Hajime is taking off his gloves as he speaks, and then, offers them to him. “It’s not much, but you can have this if you’re cold. I got a hand warmer, so I’ll be fine.”

This is probably going to be the closest thing to holding hands in public, actually.

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I already got a damn escape plan in case shit goes down the gutter again, I could really care less ‘bout jinxin’ it.

‘sides, the school’ll get rebuilt in like two seconds. Dunno how but it will.

Plus, if it’s just the Reserve Course buildin’, it ain’t TOO much of a huge loss.

I wouldn’t say I agree with it not being too much of a huge loss, if only because of the amount of money we put into the school. But you’re right, for the most part.

Well, it’s probably good that kinda thing seems to only ever happen in the main course.

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@890mm ;; 890mm is a really great mikan, and i enjoy their writing wholeheartedly! i hope to see more of them soon – anonymous

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      She watched him get up, smiling to herself. How long would it before he…. Wow, not even before getting on two feet. Is that a new record? She crossed her arms, bending down so her eyes met his.

      “You sure y’can, sweetie? T’me, it ain’t even look like you can stand.” She said softly, offering her hand. “’sides, y’wanna see the main course building, don’cha? Consider this a chance! The bright side from a negative situation. As long as I’m with ya, they ain’t gonna give you shit.”

Bright side? If you’d told him at the start of the year, he would’ve been beaming at a chance to see the main school building. Right now, he couldn’t be less thrilled.

While he was trying to get in, it was for an entirely different reason. With this person by his side, Hajime doubts he could use the chance, especially considering he... just got the crap beaten out of him. A sigh.

“... Fine, okay,” He takes her hand to help himself up. “Let’s just get it over with.”

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As much as he wants to, and as much time as they spend together-- as their job demands-- Hajime could never entirely bring himself to trust Makoto. And so, being called to his room in such a personal note is... weird. Uncomfortable. The request is too serious, too unlike the silly banter and conversations that have always allowed them both to think things were normal, that there was nothing off about it, and that, as much as they insist on calling each other friends, they could afford to ignore neither of them actually know the other at all.

At least Hajime doesn’t. It seems that Makoto’s got nothing to hide, but for some reason, he’s sure that’s not the case. 

( his intuition is something he has always been able to trust, but as many times before, he prays it’s wrong. and as many times before, he knows it probably won’t be. )

It’s a given he feels torn about accepting, but in the end, he has no choice. For both their sakes, really. 

The face the other greets him with, though, sends this thought far, far into the back of his mind. It’s a face he knows far too well-- the bitterness, the despair in his expression. For a moment, all he can see are chunks and flashes of a past time: of his friends, of a face quite like his own, of her. The sudden realization sends a chill down his spine-- the one that this might go beyond whatever he could’ve thought up. 

If the void in Makoto’s eyes tell him anything at all, is that the person in front of him is no embodiment of hope.

So when the silence breaks, the question comes off as a surprise-- and even more the note in his voice. He sounds... desperate. Whether or not to give an affirmative answer should be a tough decision, but as much as the situation would call for him to think a bit better about it, he doesn’t. His response is so immediate that he even surprises himself.

“You can.” 

He wants Makoto to be able to be honest with him, more than anything. And this seems like a good place to start.

“You can say whatever you need to say-- I’ll listen. You can trust me.”

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  Even though he had gone all the way to call Hinata to his room, words felt hard to form- thoughts racing through his mind trying to not hold back these feelings. Honestly, ever since the Mutual Killing Game, he hadn’t been honest with anyone. Everything that came out of his mouth was lies, not even being able to be honest with himself. He was hurting, the scars that burned his skin, his mind– the things that had been plaguing him had come back to haunt him. 

  An unlikely friend– someone that he hadn’t even expected to get close to and yet here he was, wanting to confide in the other– years and years gone by without showing a single soul his true nature, keeping it carefully hidden under his lies his smiles, and the hope that was suppose to be him, and yet all he did was leave a trail of despair, leaving everyone he touched drenched in the disgusting color of despair that he had oh so come to love. Words that he would have never thought of running through his mind– infecting his every though, hands becoming cold, not sure how to say any of this.

                           ‘I want help–

                                                            I want someone to help me.’

    His heart skipped a beat, feeling beads of sweat form on his skin. It felt so cold, so lonely– something he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry and yet neither of those things would come out- his gaze going from looking at Hinata to the floor, still not having said a word nor explaining why he had even called the other here… in a sense– he could say that he was glad that he came… but… the other part of him wanted to run away, just smile and say that it was nothing, maybe just make up some excuse to why he had called the other over, but yet it was too late- his facial masks crumbling away, to show the bitterly emotionless person that he had come to be. 

                                       ❝ Hinata-san— ❞

  Biting his lower lip, he tried to anything at this point, anything would have been better than the overbearing silence that he had to face, and it was all his own fault. He could feel his scars burning under his clothes, itching and wanting to be shown, despite never have shown a single soul, not even his own sister knew about these… and yet he pretended that they weren’t there, pretending like his trauma never existed– with a heavy heart, he asked, trying to keep his composure– forcing a smile, as if everything was alright..

                                           ❝ Can I… trust you…? ❞

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Never in his life did Nagito see himself willingly out and about in a late December night.

Even more impossible did it seem for his reason to be there to be what it was– a Christmas date. Just a date in general is impressive enough, but…wow.

It’s something so incredibly normal for a boy his age in a relationship that he can’t help but feel just as scared as he feels excited. And puzzled. And paranoid. And happy. And– 

Well, he’s feeling a lot. 

Nevertheless, the happy atmosphere in the air makes it really easy to focus on the happier feelings; vibrant colors and music, delicious smells and excited couples seem to reign the station as far as the eye and ear can catch.

All that’s left is the awaited boyfriend, and Nagito’s looking up to catch his sighs turn into little puffs of steam that get lost in the air. Looks like a snowy, white Christmas ahead. 

 …Prettiness aside, it is so undeniably cold. He places his bare hands at the level of his mouth to breathe out in an attempt to warm them up a little. 

What a night to forget your gloves, Nagito.

Winter’s never been his strong suit.

He doesn’t dislike the season, and honestly, he should be glad it’s not as cold as it gets where they live, but… as pretty as the illuminations are, and as tasty as the food is, freezing to death isn’t exactly a fair exchange.

( … maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but. )

Obviously enough, he’s never cared much for christmas, either. And he never thought he’d spent it in a relationship– especially not so soon. It’s only natural he’s a bit nervous, isn’t it? Probably.

Well, at least it’s helping him forget about the cold. That, and the giddy feeling in his stomach. He’s fiddling with the hand warmer in his pocket as he gets off the train, eyes looking for Nagito, and ah— there he is. The sudden music and lights and the rush of people are a bit disorienting, but Hajime manages to make his way towards his boyfriend.

“Hey, over here! Sorry I kept you waiting.”

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SPEAKING OF WHICH and by which i mean, my shitty sporadic activity, i’ve been really itching to get some more stuff going here and i know i have some starters and replies to get to, but....... i’ve been dealing with a very painful cyst for the past few days on top of the hot weather literally destroying me and it’s draining my energy+concentration to do anything. i’ll try to squeeze out some replies as soon as i can but please be patient with me!

in the meantime, feel free to hit me up or like this post if you’d like to plot. you can talk to me as always through IMs or ask for my discord/line! (if we’re mutuals)

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whenever anyone compliments my hinata i just.... aaaaaa..........aAaaaaaaaAaAAAAAA??

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@onjou said:

i'd like more of it...

I mean, I get where you’re coming from, but... too much snow would probably be a pain. Have you seen what it’s like up north? Thanks, no thanks.

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I will admit snow is pretty, but... I’m really glad Tokyo doesn’t get much of it.

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‘‘Tonight looks like a cold one,…’‘

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mamakure:

           “Heheh… Juzocci beat’cha up pretty bad, huh,          Reserve-cchi? And I’ve been sent out t’take care of          the injured. ‘grats, kid. Y’get the Main Course treatment.          C’mon, get up now. A little blood loss never hurt anyone, right?”

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... Truth be told, he doesn’t feel like talking. All the less to school staff-- he can’t expect much from someone who seems so amused by the situation, and who’s first reaction is to call him ‘reserve’ instead of... y’know. Asking for his name. 

“... I can walk to the reserve course’s infirmary just fine, thank you.” ... A statement which is immediately proven wrong when he stumbles over trying to get up. Great job, Hajime!

 ( maybe he’s being too touchy about this. but it’s to be expected, all things considered. )