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“ryuji...” 

   you’re not sure what to say to that, and instead busy yourself with your ramen while you think it over. ( it could stand to be spicier; but this is the hottest bowl on the menu and you don’t want to be rude when ryuji likes this place so much. ) 

   you’d seen it the moment you arrived at shujin academy. students avoided him, teachers gave him the bare minimum of respect because their job required them to. kamoshida killed any chances ryuji had at clawing his way back up from the pit he threw the guy into by provoking him... he was always fighting, and even if anyone wanted to help, so long as kamoshida was around...

   you grip your chopsticks a little more firmly, not liking the thought of what might have happened had you and hitomi never transferred to school. 

“it... gave you endurance, if nothing else,” you respond after a moment. it doesn’t feel like enough, but... it’s something. “i’m sure there are days you definitely wanted to give up on... well, everything, really... but... you kept fighting. the odds were stacked against you, but... even when it seemed hopeless... you never stopped trying. you never stopped caring about others.” 

   a pause. this is sounding like a speech from some shonen anime, and you flush lightly. “it just took a breath of fresh air and you got your chance, is all. hitomi... she’s great for that sort of thing.” 

   you don’t mention yourself, not wanting to be narcissistic, instead going back to your noodles. why are you so bad at encouragement?!

          ❝ I HAVE A question for you. ❞ she sits on the couch in his room, a book in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. the whole group had made habit of meeting up at akira’s place throughout the summer, this particular day being no variant. though they didn’t always speak with each other, they relished in the company and reminder that they were not alone. nonetheless, the rest had left early this afternoon to their own affairs, leaving only makoto, akira, and her rising curiosity to themselves.

          despite her efforts to hide it, inquisitiveness did occasionally get the best of her. though she was not necessarily the talkative one -- not as much as ann or ryuji, at least -- neither was their leader. and so, she could not help but let inquiries fall, nails idly tapping against the side of her coffee mug as she peered at him with piqued interest.

          ❝ what was your home like? and your school? before you came here, i mean. ❞ a sheepish grin this time, as if embarrassed of her question. in a way, she was. ❝ i’m sorry if that’s too forward to ask, i’m just-- i’m curious to how different it is. that’s all. ❞

giving and receiving gifts-- it wasn’t exactly her strongest trait. it’s a personal thing, with a lot of meaning to it. at least in her mind it was. she wasn’t too sure what to exactly get for the gang. something bought didn’t feel like enough for them. they deserved so much more than some hastily bought chocolates. handmade might have done a little better-- if she could make them that was. time ran too thin before the day finally came up. she had her plans in the works.

a song.

afterglow wasn’t a love song band, but love didn’t need to come across as others made it out to be. the words meant more than any mushy and gushy slow music. but pulled from her focus, the pen fell from the paper, the book shutting before moca made a grab for it. 

the gifts were one thing. and it did make her fluster, both easy and difficult to embarrass, moca knew the way to get her. it wasn’t the chocolates. it wasn’t the picks. it was her smug cheekiness, moseying in to kiss her cheek. 

Things My Roommate Says Sentence Starters (Part 1)

Eyes focus through faux glass, like peering through a telescope; exactly what in the hell what Ryuji saying this time? While Akira was always used to him saying some rather off the wall stuff (though, being fair, when exactly wasn’t he?), this one was… more peculiar, if anything. Like… why?