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new main tags 2/?

➤ ` KOMI. (  madestars  )

          𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐬𝐨  𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭,   𝐢𝐭’𝐬  𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞  enough to sneak past one’s senses and go unnoticed until the last moment,  just as the intensity of her stare seems to get picked up.   she tries to speak up,  really,  but it’s never so simple.   or easy.   so her dark gaze stays glued on,  unnerving to some,  a long and intense stare,  stare,  stare.   when he finally does speak,  her body can’t help but to react with a small jump,  her expression freezes and a small squeak escapes her throat.   his question eases her down,  and she remembers that this is her friend.   he knows how she functions by now,  and has looked after her before.

          her slender fingers work swiftly but delicately over her notebook,  her neat handwriting then displayed for the other to see as she lifts it to her nose.   Shouko is a quiet girl,  this he knows,  but she is by no means always expressionless  —  there’s a bit of worry in her big and pretty eyes.

               「   how  are  you  and  Bakugo?   sensei  looks  upset.   」

         Hiked shoulders loosened, intent gaze jumping from one neatly penned word to the next, soaking up the ink characters, processing what’s being asked as though his classmate’s voice had conveyed it clear as bell chimes in the early morning instead. Who could’ve known that in the grip of solitude, thoughts spoken into dead air, to be heard only by his own ears and pressed into the comfort of paper — confirming their existence / his existence to this uneven world — would sharpen understanding of that which went unsaid ?

         ❝ Ah... Kacchan... ❞

         Finger tapped the tip of the pen, irregular clicks against the table reflective of the askew tempo within. He’s unsure of broaching the topic, of addressing the conflict that took place in the makeshift cityscape. The conclusion of viewpoints clashing / the need to prove came and went, left him tired and aching, yet eyes stayed wide awake. Happy, yet anxious, yet relieved, yet belligerent — the flurry of ambivalent emotions refused to leave him.

         The pen’s set down, brows knitted and mouth twisted into a faltering frown.  ❝ We got into a fight so Aizawa-sensei was pretty mad about that. We're going to be on clean up duty for the next few days. I was trying to write the apology letter I have to do too. I’m having a bit of a hard time with it... ❞  He's not sorry. How could he be ?  For the first time in a long time, there had been honesty. The capacity for regret was abysmally low, perhaps there if only in a marginal sense, stemming from causing problems for his teachers and a ruckus in the night. But whether it’s despondency or off kilter disposition or the bandages strewn across face and limbs, something gave his friend cause for concern. Realization finally sunk in. Hands flew up to his chest, engaged in a frenetic wave, a hope of dispelling her distress. ❝ I-I’m okay though !  So - ❞  Motion jarred / slowing / boy remembering himself, and lowered one hand clasped at another, thumb pressed against raised flesh.  ❝ - so, um, you don’t have to worry about me Komi-san. Thank you for asking. ❞

“ Don't laugh. ” [ for kairi! ]

►  ❪  MIXED BAG  ❫

         The wrong choice of words to make use of in this scenario  ( of all scenarios !! ), serving to achieve the opposite effect he desired. Manifesting as a wrench to work against him, they're taken to the trembling bolts barring delighted giggles behind raised brows and pinched grin, undoing the wobbling seal already straining to hold back more than the occasional giggle, allowing peals of ungraceful laughter to tumble forth. A sudden crescendo of glee, a rising wave of joy crashing against the sea's shore, stealing away air from lungs and reducing the shaking girl to heaving breaths.

         ❝ H-How do you —- ❞  Wheezes fought to find a place to be heard among the fit of amusement.  ❝ — ex-pect me n-not to ??  I can't — ❞  

         It's too much, a struggle to seek enough air to manage getting that much of a response. tapering off into few seconds of silence. It's still too much. It couldn't be contained within the hollows of her chest, stifled snickers bouncing around with fervour, steam compressed tighter and tighter, soon forcing its way up and the exhale of air pitched into another round of laughs. Tears began to seep in and blur vision. An arm rose to swipe at her eyes and clear them. She missed the mark entirely, motion almost sending her careening to the floor. Rather than meet the ground and kick up debris, Kairi stumbled into her friend, shoulder resting against arm as body slumped into his side, relying on his sturdy frame to keep her propped upright.

         Stars above, she hadn't laughed so hard or so freely in ages. The tense, acrid fog settled within her chest lifted, dispelled if even for this bright, shining moment. Maybe Riku knew in his own unique way, about the myriad of doubts / familiar frustrations / old wrenching aches plaguing her mind. Maybe this was a reminder that he was still here — not gone too far ahead yet / with her by her side / present and alive. Maybe this was all wishful thinking, spun up as a cooling balm to ease the burns left behind. Intentional or not, appreciation for the other sat warm in her heart all the same.

         It had slipped away under the cover of the fog  ( the feeling forgotten and abandoned )  but as she looked at Riku, Kairi remembered how it felt to be home.

         A hand brushed aside lingering tears while the other shifted between them, reaching for his. Only when she secured hold of it, when they're hand in hand, did she straighten up. ❝ It's not bad. I swear it's not. ❞  Head shaking, she squeezed his hand, smile a little lighter, easy and affectionate.  ❝ I know I'm laughing, but I mean it ! ❞

hi

“ why did you come? ”  @ Sora

►  ❪ QUESTIONS  ❫

         Wide smile stretched across visage, a shower of light marking the exit of his blade, hands linking behind mused hair as body rocked on its heels, balance righted just before gravity took hold. Nonchalance, a bit off tempo in the beat of the moment but the key’s chosen wielder would argue that a silly question incurred a silly response.

         ❝ Of course I would. ❞ Excuse him if fond exasperation glossed over the teasing tucked away in the recesses of his voice. Why would he show up ? Why wouldn’t he ? Honestly, Gemiya held much closer bonds to Kairi than Sora, but still — she should know him better than that by now. They were friends !

         ( weight upon shoulders builds, bending / creaking / but bones not quite breaking — ready to give just a bit more, as much as it took to see it through. how much can one heart give before it gives, collapsing under the heaviness of its own kindness ? )

         If it could help even a little bit, then putting in an appearance would be worth the effort. It’s who he was, had always been, and despite everything on his journey, hardships and trials hadn’t changed that the slightest about them him. ❝ I’ll always lend a hand. You know how it is. ❞

pretend that i sent this from katsuki's blog thx <3

@implde

         ❝ Hey, don't think I didn't notice this. ❞  A pen's deftly pulled out of her own pocket, a 'x' firmly etched into the center of the card. Obvious error aside, look at all the bingos he scored !  Almost flawlessly achieving a perfect blackout, the blank spots were more than made up for by the rest. Still, a touch of embarrassment pricked her stomach. Already, the girl long since figured out Katsuki was her type, but now the overwhelming majority sat right there on paper, almost condemning her tastes with how well he slotted himself in.

         …It is what it is. She's already nonchalantly leaning closer, beaming as fingers playfully tug at his sleeve.  ❝ While I'm visiting we should go out !  Any good recommendations for places ? ❞