*THE VOICE OF HOPE

rules

“good luck,” mumbles just as he kisses her, a soft grin on his face when she pushes him away, positively annoyed, flustered beneath it, and storms off. so cute. “you’ll do great!”

“he’ll wake up soon.” but hajime fears his words are pointless. it was secret to no one how close sonia and gundham were, the best of friends back on the island, and likely the best of friends even now despite one of them being comatose. plate of food and a hot drink is set down besides sonia. hajime makes to leave but something stops him, he doesn’t know what, but he presses a kiss to the top of her head before he slips away, heart hammering in his chest. he just hoped she’d be okay.

hand settles over the top of chiaki’s game console (something she’ll no doubt scold him for later, he can take it) and when she looks up, he dips down and presses his mouth to hers into a kiss that is both gentle and all encompassing, everything he had ever felt. his world had been saved. and chiaki was one of, if not the, most important part of it.

i have made my son

“ah, I’m sorry for asking so many questions, I just got curious. no one ever really talks about the realities of modelling, just the glamorous stuff, so...” hand rubs at the back of his neck, worried that he’d somehow annoyed the other. 

“do you like it? your talent?”

“uhm, I should warn you in advance that even though I know how to dance, I’m not particularly good at it. are you sure you want to risk your feet for this?”

“sorry to bother you with this so early in the day, mikan.” he laughs, a small embarrassed thing. left arm is stuck out as its attended to - of all the things hajime could have done to get injured, tripping over his own feet felt silly. “I’m sure you’d rather be somewhere else.”