#breakmaki

(  soft meme ❜ ⋮ not accepting

       she’s felt the bit of distance growing between them lately, quietly, shown in the lack of honoka’s scoldings or even half-frowns ( the pieces that shows she really cares, and that she’s listening, much more than a brief polite word or nod ). the little rift is nothing serious, of course …  merely a step or two back. but with honoka, each iota feels too precious to lose after the effort it’s taken to get there. and yerin’s afraid to leave it alone ( afraid honoka may realize she’s fine on her own ). but she knows the writer has been occupied with her team lately and she doesn’t want to bother her and make it worse. 

                    so instead of saying “i miss you,” she asks, ❝ can i help? ❞ 

and perhaps her timing is just right or honoka truly is overwhelmed with work tonight; for whatever miracle, yerin’s allowed inside. with this opportunity, she pulls out all the stops, quick to assist in whatever chore she can. though she can’t express how happy she is just to be near honoka for a while, kuri acts in her stead, immune to social convention as she pounces onto honoka’s foot and nuzzle her ankle, climbs onto her lap. yerin feels both freed & jealous at once to watch.

once she finishes putting away all the dried dishes in the kitchen, she takes a second to sit at the table, folding her arms over the surface as she momentarily rests her head, placing her forehead to the back of her palms. it feels so long since she’s been in honoka’s apartment. and though it’s never quite been yerin’s home, it’s a place that still means a great deal to her. being able to come in and lend a hand today brought up all the emotions of the first time she and yerin became hallmates … it had taken awhile for yerin to really earn her invitation back then, too, but she’s grateful for everything that happened in between, and after, and –

– suddenly, she feels a comforter being tucked over her shoulders. eyes blink open on instinct but only find the grain of the table in front of her; her breath stills as footsteps creak quietly away ( back to a desk and mountain of paperwork, she’s sure ). honoka had probably thought she was sleeping, and decided to place a blanket over her. just like something out of a shoujo manga. 

sitting up, she tugs the blanket over her head and then over her mouth, and it’s all she can do not to squeak & rush over to honoka right then and there. she’s too cute ! ! ! ! ! !

         “Oi. OI!” His voice creeps louder than he’d intended, escaping from his throat and drawing the attention of several people in the vicinity. It hadn’t processed at first, the sight of Honoka so close to another man; he’d been about to call out and greet her, but instead Yuta had stood there with his stomach dropping between the shiny toes of his shoes as another man had almost kissed Honoka. Now he rushes forward, barely conscious of where his feet are going; only aware of the way his chest burns to see her back away like that. To see someone do what he’s kept himself from doing out of respect for her.

    His arm shoots out, cutting the air between the two as Yuta plants himself between Honoka and the offending man.

“the laws of nature…? i still think it’s broken.”

“Certainly, you would not think it is by mere chance that I was born as I am, would you? Hardly. Perfection does not happen ‘by accident’ it is purposefully formed.”