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🔧 - There was that crushing thought those first few days of just why something like this had to happen. Everything before then had been perfect -right? Or just about as perfect as Kazuichi could ever remember having it been. He’d finally started to get used to the feeling of safety that came with Hope’s Peak, surrounded by friends he  felt wouldn’t just throw him to the wolves at every turn.  He’d also changed. Becoming someone gentler than he was once was, more level-headed and happier. It was no exaggeration to say he owed a great deal of that to the boy that had been so cruelly snatched away. 

He was in a blind panic at first, even after he’d just stood there uselessly as the army came to take his soul mate away. He thought he’d been gone for good - unconscionable even by Miu when he’d spent the rest of the day an emotional, sobbing wreck. 

Of course, Hideaki did call…eventually. Must have a been a few hours after the fact, but it sure felt like an entirety. Though it did give him the confirmation that his soul mate was alive - it was one of only a few times he’d ever get that confirmation; hearing his spirit dwindle away every time. Sounding more nervous, frightened. God knew what was happening to him out there….and try as he might to function normally, he just couldn’t find himself to. Suffocating on this undeserved sense of guilt for letting him get taken away from here, his sensitive heart made sure he’d succumb to emotional breakdowns, crying himself to sleep - feeling as though trying to forget about what Hideaki was going through would somehow make things worse. Still, he refused to let himself succumb to that feeling of emptiness he knew wanted to follow; holding onto that hope that he would come back. He’d occupy his mind with his projects, going through the process of constructing music boxes and other various items by hand from scratch to have something for when he came back.

He didn’t think much of the three knocks on the door when they happened - thinking it was probably Vivian or Hajime trying to coax him into eating with the others instead of staying held up in his room. He couldn’t really have prepared himself for who it was - and tears filled the brim of his eyes, starting to spill over almost immediately as a wave of relief unlike anything he’d ever felt before washed over him.

“H…hideaki-kun…”His voice shook just as badly as the rest of his body did as he looked up to the taller boy, surprised he managed to form words at all with everything that was going through his head right now. He wanted to hold onto him and never let him go again, but he pulled back back his hand with a twitch just in time. 

“Can I….can I give you a hug…?” 

And when he saw his face, the way Kazuichi’s magenta eyes bubbled up with tears and the corners of his mouth quivered with the onset of crying... Hideaki knew for certain he had made the right decision. Strategy never failed, even in the face of anxiety. Hideaki felt his heartbeat quicken as he watched Kazuichi step closer, and saw the hand reaching for him. 

Instinct, the beast in the shadows that he could never break from, made him flinch. The involuntary jerk of his body away from a potential threat, forever paranoid from years of only receiving pain, pulling him back from Kazuichi. It hurt him more than he imagined it would Kazuichi - the latter knew of his troubles and accepted it. Kazuichi saw past his frail fears and still accepted him, and so the strategist fought against instinct. 

Without warning, Hideaki felt his hand bolt out to grab the receding hand of Kazuichi’s, pulling it back once more. The touch, though instinct set off alarm bells at the connection, he needed it. He wanted it. To feel warm again. To feel... Loved again. Though he lacked strength to pull the mechanic to him, he used the motion to bring himself forward instead. The strategist’s other arm reached out, wrapping around Kazuichi. Embracing him for the first time in what felt like forever. 

Was just hugging him right away enough of an answer? Hideaki hoped so. His fingers curled a little, gripping the fabric of Kazuichi’s boilersuit, before one went higher. Tentative, but winding itself into the soft pink strands of his hair. Warm. Safe. Familiar. He’d missed this so much, missed him so much. 

“Kazuichi-kun.. I.. I..” 

Now his own tears prevent him from talking, emotion wells up and Hideaki bursts into loud sobs. A mishmash of relief, worry, joy and overwhelming guilt at leaving him behind so long. He’d tried to maintain composure - but was there even any point? They both had seen each other as sobbing messes before, this time it seemed would be no different. And Hideaki didn’t mind, he didn’t care. 

He had his soulmate back in his arms. 

((I owe a huge explanation, and It’s gonna get long so I’ll put in a cut. 

TL;DR for anyone uninterested in the irl stuff (which is totally fine dont ever worry about that uwu): This blog has been purged of drafts and inbox. I’m going to be revamping it and starting again in the near future.))

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A L W A Y S  A C C E P T I N G

Fawkes often forgets to inform people that he struggles with his hearing because it’s much less visible than other physical problems he has. People are quick to notice his eyes, and how almost blind he is, and that already makes him so self-conscious that he prefers to keep quiet about other ailments and disabilities he suffers with. 

To try and hear people, he’ll often tilt his head to try and angle the sounds towards his good ear. And if people speak too quietly he does his best to work out what was said and ask to repeat if needs be. He can, thankfully, lip read fairly well so as long as people are facing him he doesn’t have much trouble understanding what is going on in a conversation. 

Usually it only gets confusing if someone doesn’t get his attention before speaking to him. Not helped by the fact that if he’s doing something chemistry related he’s so focused he won’t know to listen out for people, let alone hear anyone try to get his attention. It’s best to tap him or come infront of him to get his attention before talking so that you know 100% that he’s heard and understood you. 

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Hideaki is one of those people who is naturally very good at a lot of things and can achieve a lot of things with very minimal effort. It’s mostly seen in his strategies where he’s got a lot of forward planning skills and great attention to detail, literally nothing will be overlooked and he will most certainly have considered every possible outcome of a situation when planning. But it comes with a pitfall. 

Because he’s so naturally good, he tends to get bored very easily. 

Of course he has a big love and interest for things that help with his Ultimate Talent - history, politics, logic, puzzles. He can sometimes spend days on problems whilst trying to solve them  at the expense of sleep and food, and an ever increasing coffee habit too. But, when all of that is done and he’s solved everything that needs solving or, more rare but still occurs, he reaches burnout and has to take a break from whatever he is working on, he gets bored.

And a bored Hideaki will start fiddling with things and getting cranky. 

The most obvious starting signs are that he’ll start cleaning everything, and getting snappy if things are out of place or dirty (more than once he’s huffed at Hotaru for getting cigarette ash on his things and certainly he’s had a go at Tsubaki’s love of having everything chaotic and messy.). It will then develop into reorganising all his books, and then everyone else’s things. Until finally he runs out of energy or things to do and he simply collapses into a mildly anxious mess and starts biting his nails again. Because when his mind isn’t occupied he starts getting his intrusive thoughts back and he needs to distract himself.