#sanynan

“Only losers say ‘dweeb’,”

“I feel like you’re confusing ‘loser’ with ‘highly successful CEO’ there bud.”

“Heehee you fell for him,”

“I relate,”

“And if this is the part where you tell me I shouldn’t feel this way or you can empathize or you know what I’m going through; can it.”

What... happened? 6 had woken up to a world in tatters, no life anywhere to be found. She’d spent her first few days wandering, trying to find anyone still alive. And eventually... she succeeded, finding a strange-looking man out on his own.

“Hey! You!”

“Have I?”   He has. Goten knew Oona could tell better than anyone. She had been through similar things as he, almost down to the nose. Even more than that, she buried it the exact same way as well. Over-exaggerated smiles and a stubborn refusal to admit to any negative feelings was their calling cards.

Yet Goten’s habit of lying had become somewhat of an addiction now.

“Sorry, I’m just fine. Just thinkin’ about stuff.”

“Stop it.”

“I’m not stupid, Goten- you know as well as I do that’s not true. I get wanting to be strong in front of others, but you can be honest to me.”

She’d trusted him and him alone with the truth, in an effort to win his trust and help him. Because she knew... that he needed as much help as she did.

   Otabek couldn’t help but notice the youth sitting on one of the benches outside the rink. He’d come here for practice, though he’d been drawn to the boy because of the sketchbook in his hand and the way his dark eyes traveled over the other skaters on the ice. Hm... An artist?

   “Hey,” Otabek greeted him, sliding to a stop near the wall to the rink. “Apologizes for bothering you. I just noticed what you were doing there. Do you come here often just to draw?” 

He doesn’t really say anything so much as look at Goten questioningly. After all, the other was the one currently holding onto two chunks of his hair. It was the portion that made up his ‘bangs’ and currently Goten was holding them out for some... well. Reason.