[ he doesn't deserve this. as his heart leaps into his throat at her reply, it's the first real thought he has. he's been a coward; he's been selfish. he's been a million things that takumi, for all his many (many) faults hasn't been for her. yet somehow, in the end, it seems all he'd had to do to convince hachi to look his way again...was ask.
it's been awhile since he's felt quite this stupid. but it's a feeling he's willing to weather, even with a smile starting to tug at the corner of his mouth as he writes his own reply. an immediate, simple, dam-breaking— ]
Definitely.
[ the real hazard, of course, isn't the shame of crawling back to a girl he'd all but abandoned. in order to do that, he's got to sneak out through the heavy door and creaky floors of the dorms, praying that the sound of the elevator groaning all the way from the sixth to the first floor doesn't wake any of the others. the one thing on his side, perhaps, is that he trusts miu (mostly) not to say anything. she's guaranteed to be awake, but a simple explanation and a polite request would get her to keep his secret.
he just has to be back before anyone else is up. and it's the assumption that any of these night owls are sleeping at all that he clings do as he rummages for clean clothes, his wallet, and a hat to cover up his unstyled hair. chofu is a hell of a lot closer than he'd banked on, at least, but he still doesn't want to risk being the second to arrive. being given this kind of opportunity, even as his nervous harden to cement in his gut, isn't something he's going to take lightly. and if he waits all night to be disappointed in the end, well, at least he can say he finally tried. even though it's the bare minimum he can do for her, especially now.
and so, one (slightly rushed, very over-zealous) cab ride later, he sits across from familiar dark steps, creepers barely brushing the ground. he should be far enough, and the night should be quiet enough, for him to attract too much attention while he waits. he'd opted for an unusual silhouette anyway though, beret angled sharply, complementing a somewhat less ragged pair of jeans and oversized flannel than normal. his callused fingertips rub, impatient, anxious, along the cement holding wall he's perched on. and every few seconds his eyes dart in the opposite direction, waiting for her familiar shape. trying to keep as grounded as he can despite his nerves still telling him to run.
it's not the threat of fans or paparazzi, or even takumi that scares him. he's simply not quite prepared to be rejected a second time. ]
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it's been awhile since he's felt quite this stupid. but it's a feeling he's willing to weather, even with a smile starting to tug at the corner of his mouth as he writes his own reply. an immediate, simple, dam-breaking— ]
Definitely.
[ the real hazard, of course, isn't the shame of crawling back to a girl he'd all but abandoned. in order to do that, he's got to sneak out through the heavy door and creaky floors of the dorms, praying that the sound of the elevator groaning all the way from the sixth to the first floor doesn't wake any of the others. the one thing on his side, perhaps, is that he trusts miu (mostly) not to say anything. she's guaranteed to be awake, but a simple explanation and a polite request would get her to keep his secret.
he just has to be back before anyone else is up. and it's the assumption that any of these night owls are sleeping at all that he clings do as he rummages for clean clothes, his wallet, and a hat to cover up his unstyled hair. chofu is a hell of a lot closer than he'd banked on, at least, but he still doesn't want to risk being the second to arrive. being given this kind of opportunity, even as his nervous harden to cement in his gut, isn't something he's going to take lightly. and if he waits all night to be disappointed in the end, well, at least he can say he finally tried. even though it's the bare minimum he can do for her, especially now.
and so, one (slightly rushed, very over-zealous) cab ride later, he sits across from familiar dark steps, creepers barely brushing the ground. he should be far enough, and the night should be quiet enough, for him to attract too much attention while he waits. he'd opted for an unusual silhouette anyway though, beret angled sharply, complementing a somewhat less ragged pair of jeans and oversized flannel than normal. his callused fingertips rub, impatient, anxious, along the cement holding wall he's perched on. and every few seconds his eyes dart in the opposite direction, waiting for her familiar shape. trying to keep as grounded as he can despite his nerves still telling him to run.
it's not the threat of fans or paparazzi, or even takumi that scares him. he's simply not quite prepared to be rejected a second time. ]