#raimented

Haruna, while working, tried her hardest to keep a habit of looking up and around. Though some times, she slips up and may get invested in what she was making. That doesn’t mean that she’s slowly starting to get a bit frustrated, just that it hasn’t started to get worse. Focus and hopefully the frustrating feeling might go away. Hopefully it’ll go away; keyword is hopefully.

Just keep working and you won’t get upset with your work. That is her motto.

Maybe not noticing her elder brother or mother is one thing and another story itself, it doesn’t justify her oblivious state as of the moment. But hey, it happens sometimes. More than often, but it happens.

“Oooh, what’s this face for? Are you trying to scare me or somethin’?” With a little smirk, he pointed at the other boy’s face, which has turned quite... strange. Wait, didn’t his mother tell him about a Hoshidan lady doing the exact same thing? How amusing, Hoshidan were really really interesting so far.

Despite himself, Hatsuyuki isn’t one to get into fights often.

In fact, it’s something he’d rather avoid than indulge in — after all, fights never end up in a good place. Somebody gets a black eye, or a broke nose, or bruised fists. It just isn’t a pretty sight, and he knows his by his friend, Chrysanthos, who willingly boxes, and willingly receives these injuries despite his cute face.

Hatsuyuki personally thinks it’s a shame, really, that he’s using himself to hurt. However, he understands his friend’s passion, and understands its what he loves to do. After all, his skill in boxing is what allowed him to meet his now boyfriend, which only caused Hatsuyuki to feel a little self-conscious.

Of course, making clothes wasn’t a bad thing. But it did not necessarily introduce him to people that he found ... were right for him, romantically. The Fashion & Design Club was packed with girls, with the exception of Forrest, but unfortunately, Hatsuyuki could never see him in a romantic light as much as he possibly wanted to — he was Chrys’s cousin.

Other than that, there was nobody that he found ... unique for him. Cute for him. Hot for him. Perfect for him. Maybe that wasn’t how love worked, but what did he know? Being in love was never his topic of thought, and now that he was in high school... well, he was pretty much surrounded by that. And he had no idea what to do. But now wasn’t really the time for that, was it?

He was sitting in the nurse’s office with this redhead, who was fixing up his bloody nose.

“You shouldn’t have taken that hit,” He said with remorse, as he dabbled Hatsuyuki’s nostril with the third tissue. “Geez, he was only going to punch me in the chest, now he fucked up your nose.”

“Haha, it’s fine,” Hatsuyuki waved it off — it was only a bloody nose. And it was strange, how he got in between those two boys when one threw a punch, and seeing how it landed on the wrong person, the puncher fled with his little posse. Ah, high school. Thankfully the boy he defended escorted him here.

“Nah. Damn, sorry,” The redhead apologized, handing Hatsuyuki a tissue, successfully clogging one nostril. “But, uh... I guess you did something pretty noble. So... thanks.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Hatsuyuki smiled, even though he was sure he looked terrible. “What’s your name?”

“Dominic. Uhhh... how about yours?”

“Hatsuyuki. But you can call me Hatsu.”

Everything blossomed from that point on wards. And Hatsuyuki learned that the reason they were fighting, or going to fight, was because the puncher was taunting Dominic about his lack of an attendance partner for the upcoming school dance — a teasing that went too far and pushed Dominic’s rage to a point of nearly blowing. Hatsuyuki laughed when he first heard this, but not in a mean way — it just seemed like a stupid reason.

Their paths crossed more than the each expected so, but it didn’t go bothered — eventually seeing one another became routine, until talking became routine, and then hanging out became routine, too. Although their personalities differed, and Hatsuyuki could definitely poke and Dominic’s buttons sometimes, it was never enough to completely destroy their relationship. It was a nice relationship. Hatsuyuki was satisfied with it.

It was unique, and it was new. And he was happy with it. He wanted to be a little selfish, he’d admit, but not to Dominic’s face.

On the day of the dance, they found each other, again.

“Hey,” Dominic was first.

“Hey,” Hatsuyuki followed.

“I thought you weren’t coming to the dance.”

“I thought you weren’t either.”

“S-So... I guess we don’t have to be here then.”

Hatsuyuki broke into a small smile, “Yeah, I guess we don—”

The only one that’s enthusiastic about this project is Ryuuri.

This is because he is literally a language dictionary — wherever he goes, a language, regardless of what language it is, follows. Spanish? It’s there. French? It’s there. Hungarian? Ott van. But the thing about Ryuuri, is that you can never rely on what he says is this or that in whatever language, because he literally rips it from Google Translate. You may believe that he takes his phone out every single time he wants to say something in a different language, but you’d be wrong.

Sometimes his knowledge of other languages is useful, especially when it’s Spanish. According to Ryuuri, Spanish is easy, because it’s closer to English than French is, which is why Renn picked out Spanish classes over French classes in the first place. He was promised by his friends that it was “easier”, but would it actually be?

And they were already doing a project, so early in the year. ... Well, okay, it was only November, but it’s still considered early, right?

“Oi oi! You listening?” Ryuuri spouts, catching Renn’s attention from the mindless doodling he’s doing in his notebook, in attempts to distract himself from Ryuuri’s lecture. “You’re not listening. Estupido.”

“Hey, I might not know as much as you, but I think I can figure out what estupido is supposed to mean.” Renn grumbles, obviously poked by that common insult, now in the form of a different language. Okay, maybe he was a little tired, but Ryuuri had been talking for 15 minutes straight.

Although Ryuuri was an obvious choice for this sort of project (the only reason Renn had picked him to be his partner was because about 90% of it would be done by him), it came with the cost of having to listen to him yap for as long as he was satisfied. Which was fine with Renn, per se, but it definitely got annoying, and tiring, especially when Ryuuri wasn’t doing anything in the duration.

The project would be due in a month, and eventually, Ryuuri got to work, whilst all Renn did was copy down words that Ryuuri himself already wrote down. It was beyond him why he’d be so willing to just give him little participation in the project, but at least he didn’t have to shoulder a big burden of it...

And then, the guilt got to him. He was sure he’d get an A on the project all for typing a few words down and printing them, as Ryuuri gathered information, made flashcards, created a poster board. All for what? What did Renn do in return, that all Ryuuri did to him that in relation got him angry was not listen to him while he was talking?

“Hey, uh, Ryuuri?” Renn called out from his seat, watching Ryuuri hot glue colorful beads to the bottom of the posterboard, because uniqueness would get them extra credit points.

“Que?” Ryuuri responded, in his mock spanish voice. At this point, Renn had gotten used to it.

“Is there anything else I can do? Uh, maybe help you with those beads?” Renn stood up, approached the other, and observed his meticulous hot-gluing. A blotch of the burning glue dabbed Ryuuri’s finger, receiving a flinch, but just as Renn was expecting an “ouch” or “ow”, Ryuuri said nothing. He was one tough cookie.

“Oh, so sweet of you. But no, está bien,” Ryuuri smiled, up towards him, and Renn felt warm in the inside. Maybe from the irritation, again.

“No, let me help. You’ve been doing a shitload yourself,” Renn reached for the hot glue gun, but Ryuuri pulled away.

“No,” Ryuuri said, again. “You don’t have to.”

“Why not? You’re doing all the work. Let me help you.”

“You’ve done enough, Renn.”

“What did I do? I just printed words. That’s literally it!”

“No. You...,” Ryuuri trailed off, picking up another bead. “You listened to me. I think that’s enough.”

Renn’s face twisted in confusion, “Listened to you? You mean when you don’t shut your mouth? Yeah.”

“That’s exactly it,” Ryuuri nodded, putting hot glue on the bead. His fingers were burnt. “Nobody has ever listened as far as you have... that makes me feel good. Me haces sentir especial.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I-It means you look shitty.”

“what the fuck fine”

“私の麺を食べる“

“Mon pain est froid“

“レディはアップしています“

“Ce lait est sec“

cousin pls

“What? It’s a legit question! I just wanted to Know.”

disangel a réagi à votre billet : “Why collarbone though…” No the most important...

IM BANNING HATSUYUKI FROM HOSHIDO & TAKING HIM TO SHITTY NOHR SAVE YOURSELF @ SHIRO

“What for? Hey, I need him to protect my cousin, don’t take him!”

raimented a réagi à votre billet : “Why collarbone though…” No the most important...

um havent you seen yourself you have a goddamn Dorito Chest fucking crisp