( rika's becoming a bit of a familiar face. yes, she's a little feral, but... well, he can't really fault her, in these circumstances. and besides, she seems to have attached to him, if only just a little bit, when it comes to being someone that she can count on. now, he understands that means he's just a food dispenser, but also... he's not going to just let a fifteen year old starve?
anyway, he's got something for her, and entering the home ec room, she's pretty much the first thing he sees. from what he can tell, she's crouched over something, speaking in a soft voice. it doesn't take him long to figure out what she's doing—he's seen komaeda fussing over these cats enough that he's almost given up on convincing the other to stop feeding them his own food. well, that's what he's assuming, anyway. it's what he'll be acting on as he takes a few steps over, and while his voice isn't exactly scolding, it's a little bit tired when he speaks up. )
The cats have enough food. They don't need yours, too.
[ The silence of the night shrouds the school; the ominous moans of the wooden floors echoes through the halls, and while normally Hajun can sleep through most nights with some comfortability he just can't tonight. It's a growing annoyance -- the lack of a bed, the lack of personal space, the fact that he's stuck within a school that he shouldn't even be in.
It pushes all of his objectives back, and while he can normally sleep with that bitterness dormant there's the idea that time back home is continuing as he's here. Further stretching out the day until he can witness the downfall of his family, of the people who left him behind, and when he remembers that he bites the inside of his cheek so hard that it draws blood.
Hajun leaves his classroom with that rust in his mouth, tasting is in every corner even after he spits it into the sink. He draws a hand over his lips, the pads of his fingers brushing against tender flesh before he catches a small glimpse of his face against the mirror. Hating it, he leaves with his mood even worse, unable to sleep and taking to wandering the halls as an excuse to stretch his legs. And, just when he thought he's found a shred of normalcy to tear him away from the constant feeling of failure, he's greeted with Rika's body slumped near the mouth of the clocktower. Looking worse for wear, appearing knocked out, and while he hates that he can feel his expression switch from mild annoyance to concern he absolutely despises the weight in his chest as his heart falls.
He doesn't know what happens first: her name leaving the tip of his tongue or his fingers coming to grab her. Either way, he's here, kneeling down and examining her body -- the neck wound is noticed first, and he quickly covers it with his hand. ] Rika -- [ Why is it whispered -- Hajun only realizes now that the ball in his throat strains his words, making him sound pained. He hates that too. Hates that suddenly he's in front of someone whom he doesn't want to see harmed in this damn place. ] Rika, say something.
( what they do together normally isn't planned, but it happens without warning when they find themselves in close proximity of each other. rika, who enjoys playing pranks and messing around with everyone involved to have a good laugh mixed with komaeda's need to push people further all for the sake of hope to strengthen bring them both equal amounts of joy. for better or for worse, their chaotic actions normally spells trouble for all those that were involved, and those that will be involved. especially when there's talk of another meeting in the future where they can all come together and bond over newfound clues. )
You said they were holding another meeting soon?
( komaeda goes out his way to pay attention, but between the desks and chairs that were being thrown here and there, he most likely missed that part. a hand rests on his hip, rubbing the area to ease the pain that he still has — probably a bruise that just won't heal correctly, but he's propped up against a desk listening to what rika has on her mind. it's probably nothing good, but komaeda's brain is rotting so might as well act where hope tells him to go, and besides, rika appears to be excited about their gettogether actually. )
It'd be no good in the same room as last time, there's hardly a chair or desk left, haha! ( and we wonder why that is. )
( rika might not be mad anymore, but the fact is, amami still wants to make up for upsetting her in the first place.
when she walks into class the next day, she'll find a small gift wrapped in plain paper and set on her desk. opening up, it contains a pink compass and a note written out in neat scrawl. )
Kawai-san,
I said I would try to make it up to you somehow so, after some thought, I hope that you'll accept this gift. I'm not sure if you've seen one of these before, but it's called an earnest compass. The idea is that it will always point to the ones you love. I haven't actually tested it out yet but, if it works, you may have more use for it than I do in a place like this.
If there's anything else you need, remember that you can always come to me.
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04/21, home ec room
anyway, he's got something for her, and entering the home ec room, she's pretty much the first thing he sees. from what he can tell, she's crouched over something, speaking in a soft voice. it doesn't take him long to figure out what she's doing—he's seen komaeda fussing over these cats enough that he's almost given up on convincing the other to stop feeding them his own food. well, that's what he's assuming, anyway. it's what he'll be acting on as he takes a few steps over, and while his voice isn't exactly scolding, it's a little bit tired when he speaks up. )
The cats have enough food. They don't need yours, too.
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5/12
after she gets her throat slashed idk
It pushes all of his objectives back, and while he can normally sleep with that bitterness dormant there's the idea that time back home is continuing as he's here. Further stretching out the day until he can witness the downfall of his family, of the people who left him behind, and when he remembers that he bites the inside of his cheek so hard that it draws blood.
Hajun leaves his classroom with that rust in his mouth, tasting is in every corner even after he spits it into the sink. He draws a hand over his lips, the pads of his fingers brushing against tender flesh before he catches a small glimpse of his face against the mirror. Hating it, he leaves with his mood even worse, unable to sleep and taking to wandering the halls as an excuse to stretch his legs. And, just when he thought he's found a shred of normalcy to tear him away from the constant feeling of failure, he's greeted with Rika's body slumped near the mouth of the clocktower. Looking worse for wear, appearing knocked out, and while he hates that he can feel his expression switch from mild annoyance to concern he absolutely despises the weight in his chest as his heart falls.
He doesn't know what happens first: her name leaving the tip of his tongue or his fingers coming to grab her. Either way, he's here, kneeling down and examining her body -- the neck wound is noticed first, and he quickly covers it with his hand. ] Rika -- [ Why is it whispered -- Hajun only realizes now that the ball in his throat strains his words, making him sound pained. He hates that too. Hates that suddenly he's in front of someone whom he doesn't want to see harmed in this damn place. ] Rika, say something.
[ Just so he knows whether to scream or not. ]
v early morning of 5/12... I THINK
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what date is this
You said they were holding another meeting soon?
( komaeda goes out his way to pay attention, but between the desks and chairs that were being thrown here and there, he most likely missed that part. a hand rests on his hip, rubbing the area to ease the pain that he still has — probably a bruise that just won't heal correctly, but he's propped up against a desk listening to what rika has on her mind. it's probably nothing good, but komaeda's brain is rotting so might as well act where hope tells him to go, and besides, rika appears to be excited about their gettogether actually. )
It'd be no good in the same room as last time, there's hardly a chair or desk left, haha! ( and we wonder why that is. )
LIKE... IDK A FEW DAYS AFTER THE MEETING
IM CRYING OK arent u truamatized
wouldnt U like to know weatherboy
youre in my dick air bitch
u make me rabid
STOP UR LITERALLY BITING PPL
06/11
when she walks into class the next day, she'll find a small gift wrapped in plain paper and set on her desk. opening up, it contains a pink compass and a note written out in neat scrawl. )