a goodbye hug 8)))
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hug prompt / / no longer accepting !!
pixelated kanji s k i m m e d across message boards : colors blinking a passive green before b l i n k i n g r e d with notification : announcing various departure / arrival times . a kaleidoscopic crowd of everyday people skirted to & fro along the tiled grounds of gray-blue and grime-yellow ❛ white ❜ . a throng of briefcases & schoolgirl skirts drifted past graffiti-smeared ❝ BIG BANG BURGER ❞ advertisements plastered on the gritty walls . at their canopies , long tubes b l i n k e d with fluorescence, feeble flickers through the thick film . atmospherically , the underground subway station was bathed in a dim-haze of hospital-room blue.
& coasting down the slopes of an escalator ride was a girl with a f a c e reminiscent to what would be on the covers of the magazine stands that were there . passively , she moved through time , through people . . .
eyes the color of s p a r k l i n g swimming pools held a lime-tint in these parts , as pupils flitted around the bobbing heads of brown & black tress ; her eyes held an urgency in their quest .
she was looking for someone . . .
& amongst the cluttered-crowded of monotonous hair colors - other than her own flaxen locks - did she find a companion in that regard : ( a crown of crimson ) that equally bore curtain of white ; sticking out like a sore thumb . . .
she found him .
fixed in the distance , with a shoulder bag & a luggage at his lax grip and swiping at a smartphone device while decked in casual attire : she found him . her feline-like eyes narrowed with bittersweet discovery , gorgeous goldilock-pigtails swung post-current of a sheepish headshake .
[ . . . ]
❝ so this is how it ends, huh ? ❞ hoisted words that crept past the barrier of white noise & over his shoulder . she was heard , despite the s c r e e c h i n g slice of rails in the distance .
at first , the manifestation of her words would be the only clue of her lingering presence , though no tangible takamaki was in sight . but after a few beckoning seconds , red converses led a gait of casual stroll , ambush-adjacent to the male ; her gaze was fixed forward in the dreamscape distance .
perhaps , tucked in the crevice of a daydream - her hands also tucked in the pocket-pouches of her hoodie as she balanced the tip of her sneaker behind her . & it was like this, she addressed him .
❝ . . . you’re just determined to be draped in mystery to the very end, huh, shouto todoroki ? ❞
& and it was at very expel of his name, did succulent aqua par deux a c q u a i n t the male : a stand-still of caressing eye-contact.
WITHOUT WARNING - ( A BULLET ❣❣❣ ) bus Z I P P E D past the pair B L U R R I N G into the tuck of their peripherals . its WHIPLASH c u r r e n t amplified the voluminous nature of her blonde mane, velvet threading receptively in the fickle breeze. her fixation remained , not deterred by the passing , long-winded vehicle ; like the flickering gallery of a picture-show : a chain of bus-window shadows glimpsed on her skin in c l i c k i n g sequence . gone with the wind , the bus only left a r a c k e t of echoes in its wake, and still her gaze persisted .
but precisely three seconds later , they dipped towards the ground, watching the rim of rails from where she stood.
❝ once you get there , ❞ she began , chiming with suggestion as she clutched her wrist from behind her back , ❝ you should tell your friends to chain you down. ❞ punctuating with a breath-of-a-giggle, her eyes crinkled in their downcast . the coax of a smile barely bloomed on pink & sculpted lips . she offered a pig-tail-perkin’ head sway - a gesture that suggested chic-nonchalance & charming innocence.
❝ we don’t need you comin’ back here & giving us grief. you got t h a t ? ❞ a tender - quiet joke ; & the chalked embers of a quiet chuckle was its half-assed emergence . with as much perk as she could muster, she offered him a close-eyed countenance and delivered a surface-level s m i l e.
❝ . . . ❞
SOON ARRIVING : TRAIN FOR M U S U T A F U.
❝ h-huh? ❞ the shatter of a cheerful CHARADE came just as suddenly as the overhead announcement just now . it was almost like it mocked her, playing the message on repeat towards the baffled bats of her lashes & inquiring eyes , which were cast at the ceiling from where the digital words were seemingly stemming from. ❝ . . . ❞ focus was on the corner of her lips : her teeth gnawed with grit , but a downward tug implied her reaction to the unfold of events.
everything.
everything that led up to t h i s .
with a pulsed breath of panic , she blinked drips of moisture now : fuzz accumulating in her frame of focus aligning an on-look on his features. on his scar .
❝ the truth is ? ❞ she began - quivered intake teetered onto an evaporated tone , plastered with the THICK of a sniffle ❝ i-i’m … not the best at goodbyes . . . ❞ the hiccup of a humorless laugh threaded from her stale yet scenic smile. it rung with melancholic m e l o d y. nervously. self-consciously. great, now her nose was congested.
❝ shouto ❞
almost immediately, BURSTING glimpse of a slowing BUS grazed past her : the bus bound to take him ; back to his origin, back to his story .
and out of hers. and this.
and now.
dammit and did his name h a v e to resemble SHIHO’S . . . ?
with automatic b e c k o n , the doors c o n v u l g e d open, letting out the carriage stream of people who threaded & tangled in between their shared standpoint.
❝ h-hey . . .❞ she murmured defensively with a grimaced tear-clenched eye as she struggled against the tsunami . ❝ e-excuse me ! ❞ uncapped frustration bubbled through , but wasn’t heeded to by the mouth-mask-wearing , glasses-geared, briefcase-wielding faucet of trafficked souls that poured out.
❝ sh–shouto ! ❞ she managed to c h o k e out from the EXPLOSIVE e m i s s i o n of chatter that polluted the narrow, underground corridors .
MUFFLED SOUNDS OF g i r l i s h STRUGGLE struck out from the column of pedestrians , and the outstretch of her arm WEDGED from the bodied barricade : STRAINING , SQUIRMING & SANDWICHING her way through with tip-toed struggle - she was a little unapologetic in pressing people away and peeling them off of her.
❝ I S A I D . (hard d sound ) EXCUSE ❞ an unintentional shove LUNGED HER FORWARD, limbs apart & a - drift , & like a panther ( against her will ) LEAPED R I G H T against . . . .
the drape of her torso was tossed & pressed r i g h t a g a i n s t the supportive one of a stranger’s ; but when blinking blue eyes peered at her victim : this kind , two-legged ❛ pillow ❜ that balanced her stumbling stance up-right ? she realized ,
it was no stranger.
❝ s- …shouto , ❞ a whispered conclusion. lips sculpted with the vowels of his name ; she was t h i s close ; as close as his heart pulse.
. . .
words were lacking ; and his neck was IMPRISONED by the chain & claim of her arms , that of which she used to hoist herself up in a body-binded H U G . . . ❣❣ pinned in p a r a l l e l , both of his shoes were cemented on the tiles , HERS l e v i t a t e d - perked on the gummy bits\ of sneakered tippy-toes , while the marching shoes of ( everyone around them ) carved their own path .
the hooking h o l d that anchored him close in fixed physique granted her a luxury ; lips tucked against the rim of his collar , nose embedded into the crook of his neck , she b r e a t h e d with a hitched breath , taming her fingers from delving into his dual-hued scalp ; passion t e e m i n g & PLEADING . . .
and finally , the last of people unboarded from the bus, leaving a hungry vacancy for a new departure-bound destination , of which the operator graciously dubbed :
❝ train at 4:45pm ; DESTINATION FOR M U S U T A F U : NOW BOARDING ❣ ❣ ❞
a slow and finger-traced unlatching of him brought her fingers to bundle near each broad, brass-boned shoulder, the carve of a dew-eyed c h u c k l e perked her petaled lips.
eyes closing with something akin to closure she b r e a t h e d out the tatters of tension before confronting the male with the weight of her watercolor gaze .
❝ . . . take care of yourself. you hear me ? ❞ whispered resolve at this point with silenced swallow of an ebbing sob - a shaky s i g h conceived a sentimental s m i l e . her voice could only hover so much , from the current of people cramming her from view . it was like ( a fragile heartbeat ) - barely distinguishable from amongst the masses.
❝ . . see ya. ❞
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