HOPE?

you are acutely aware how much you bother people. of course, it’s hard not to at this point- it’s been this way your entire life. you smile at the boy, quickly ending whatever spiralling rant you had just begun. there will always be a better time. "...ah, sorry. i have a bad habit of viewing most things through a pessimistic lens.”

you need to stop asking stupid questions. you need to learn when to shut up. but pekoyama hasn’t told you off yet, so maybe it’s okay? you try to make conversation for about a minute more before you laugh anxiously, wringing your hands. she’s tired of you, isn’t she? she’s only tolerating you because she thinks she has to. "haha... yeah... i think it's clear you just don't want to talk about yourself...!”

you can’t help but admire shirogane terribly, but is that such a crime? you have no idea why she’s chosen to talk to you of all people, but you hang onto her every word. you love the look in her eyes when she tells you about the things that make her happy, that look of hope and love and everything in between, and... selfishly, you want to impress her. you want to show her that despite how chronically under qualified you are to even be here, you aren’t entirely worthless! you do listen to the things she tells you! 

you wouldn’t want to be too presumptuous, of course, but you can’t help but notice that you haven’t heard the clicking of the buttons on nanami’s gameboy in some time. it’s a little worrying! despite the fact that you know you have no right to, you sit down next to her and give her a smile, hoping she doesn’t shoo you away... though you would understand if she did. “are you feeling okay...? now's not the time to be staring into space!”