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@powermiracle continued from here:
“Oh, he’s good!” Takao pauses, letting Nijimura think he’s distracted him for a moment. (He hasn’t.) “If you’re asking, then I can only assume that whoever’s picture you were just looking at is a similar feeling. So? You gonna tell me or am I gonna have to steal your phone?”
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“nijimin!” she squeals and wraps her arms around his body, “it’s so good to see you! what is it you wanted to talk about so badly, hm? do you want to talk about one of the boys?”
@powermiracle - from here because i thought it was cute.
“you have to wait till you catch some, silly.” she didn’t think he’d go through with it but she claps her hand and joins him
“ I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing. ”
prompted. / always accepting! ↷ ( @powermiracle )
HE RETRACES HIS THOUGHTS / THE COUNTLESS JABS OF GUILT AT HIS OWN HEART & the irony stings so badly like blades cutting through velvet, flawless skin that he had worked so hard to keep. but there are other things he has left beyond his care, something he had been given prophecies for ; that it’d make god reach for his soul as means to an early end. but here he was, still standing & better than ever while standing on the edge of a hospital bed. but it should be the other way around, why wasn’t the gown tied up around his neck? maybe because fate doesn’t mess around with logic & tendencies or any of that crap. he dislikes hospitals, using this particular word on purpose because hate would be what his former captain feels towards the buildings, leaving him grinding his shoe against the floor, rubbery & flat almost serving as a reminiscence of their beloved court.
he doesn’t even know what to say, because what do you do when the nightmare that has ruined most of your childhood comes back to hunt you even when you have moved past it or worse ; bites it teeth into you now / greedy like a god / not satisfied with its previous sacrifice. kise honestly never would have thought it would play out like this, fate playing its damn game again. ❛ senpai, how are you … ? ❜ as soon as the question leaves his mouth, he wants to punch his own face because how stupid is that to ask? immediately trying to cover his mistake, he starts to become fidgety & tries to better his question. ❛ sorry, that is a stupid question, of course you’re not doing very good … but are you feeling better than before? ❜ he doesn’t know if that was any better either, but he let’s it be & is waiting for the proof as he realizes that he still calls the other by their school honorific ———- it’s probably kasamatsu’s fault. that the person he thought was always their pillar of strength, like prometheus holding up the fire for the humans to grant them light but now there was just machinery & little fight left.
but the slight sting of guilt at the back of his head won’t leave him & he finally says what he has been meaning to express during his entire time here. ❛ it’s really unfair, isn’t it … i used to smoke all those cigarettes & yet you are the one in this bed. ❜ this sentence is nothing but a fact known to both of them, but it feels better now that he has said it, so maybe that was also why he suddenly started crying & he felt pathetic again ; he wasn’t the one dying & yet he was the one crying next to his senior’s hospital bed, feeling now just like the other had probably felt all these years ago & it really sucked, it fucking sucked! he could feel thin fingers silently threading through his hair & it made his sobs louder as he was again being the one comforted even though he wasn’t the one on death’s doorstep. he was just a useless crybaby.
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“nijimura. what’s this I hear about you terrorizing my point guard?”
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❝ I’ve been thinking about what you said about repressing your emotions. I think it’s finally a coping mechanism I can get on board with, thank you for it. I will do my best. ❞
@powermiracle | cont.
does– does he look like he have chocolate? is he that kind of person who carries chocolate around? no he’s not, nadia. he does however ruffle in his bag and pulls out a bag of snacks and holds them out to her, “i don’t have chocolate but i have these though.”
She took the bag from him but upon turning around to see the label her nose scrunched together. “Really? All you’ve got is chips? That’s going to make things worse!” She whined followed by a scowling marring her pristine face.
he has ATTEMPTED to make a flower crown, and long fingers try to carefully place it on her head without ruining the other's hair. he's had plenty of practice doing girls hair anyways because of his little sister, so he's able to do it. backing up, he's sporting a HUGE grin.
@powermiracle - no prompt ( always accepting )
yuki had to admit she never thought nijimura would even have the patience to make a flower crown, but here he was and his crown wasn’t all that bad. her own is still half-way done, she’s very intricate when it comes to these things, making sure they’re well done and stable so they won’t fall apart.
she leans forward when he reaches forward with his crown, and smiles when she feels it sit atop her head. then she BEAMS because he has the widest grins and seems so satisfied with his handiwork. “i’m not done yet, you’re going to have to wait. but,” her crown is placed aside when she digs for her phone in her backpack. “take a picture!”
and they have to take one together when he’s wearing his own too, that’s absolutely necessary. too bad kagami couldn’t make it, but also he’d end up crushing the poor flowers in his hands. nijimura had a gentle side to him, at least around her.
