` haa~ can’t i catch a break? `
with an ever present mischievous smirk on his face, he presents to her a dainty gift bag, which inside rests two bundles of separate treats: one filled with red bean mochi, and the other with chocolates. she seems to enjoy red bean sweets after all ( although, usually in interesting combinations ) and, in celebration of valentine's day, it wouldn't be a bad idea to include some chocolates as an extra gift! ❛ happy birthday, kisaragi-chan~! it's not a prank, you know~? ❜
` eh, this — ? ` for a moment her heart skips a beat, only to recover when the words ‘not a prank’ had been uttered. even then, she would have naively taken it — and so it goes, her unending trust in the dan members regardless.
` aha, you scared me a bit~? but…mm, something smells good in here! ` hands tighten around the bag’s strap, and her stomach yearned for whatever was nestled in that bag. it smelled sweet…? ah, was it candy, or something close?! that sweet tooth of hers only hungered more. ` is it what i think it is~? `
` hehe...happy birthday to me~ ♪ `
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“Yeah yeah, it’s me.” He sighed, bringing an arm up to his forehead to shield himself from the onslaught of sunlight that would come with opening up the back door ( only momentarily of course, the action will help his eyes adjust to the change better ).
His jacket which is normally zipped up half way at least, was fully undone from the heat, and in his free hand he held two water bottles- one for him, and one for her ( one with slightly less water too since he’d already broken into his ).
Ah yes, something she probably hadn’t thought of- the heat.
To be honest, he didn’t particularly mind playing this game with her but.. why did it have to be on such a hot day?
But this game… ‘suikaware’ he thinks she called it, he’d never even heard of such a thing. It’d be rather hard to try to play in the countryside tucked away from the ocean, and even if he could it’s not like his dad would ever let him… ‘You’d waste food’ is what he’d say, or something along those lines. The city really was weirder than he’d initially thought, even with how cool he thought it would be to go.
It’s not like he was alone to get through the city either though. All the others, her especially had helped him through out this time. She’d slowed down and helped him get re accustomed to life after… that, and life in the city in general. In a way, she was more than just a friend in that regard, she was his guide, or maybe even a mentor ( no… he wouldn’t go that far. it is oba-san after all ).
Eh, but… now really wasn’t the time to be getting all sentimental was it?
Kneeling down, he set the bottles down where they wouldn’t get knocked down, raising an arm to fan himself to prevent from overheating before making the rest of the way to her. Peering over her shoulder to try to get a look at the watermelons.
“So uh… how exactly do you play this again?”
rolled up sleeves are showcased on the idol’s body, and although the usual side ponytail decorates her bright orange hair, she contemplates about turning it into a full-out ponytail, scrunchie bunching up those strands out of her face. ( well, most of them, if it weren’t for those bangs that never seem to want to be tied back. ) her shorts are something she’s comfortable with, and she wears flip-flops instead of her red sneakers.
right now, she didn’t care if she looked a little weird, or different, or anything other than what others saw on tv or on billboards. right now, slightly coated in sweat and slightly tired from hauling all those watermelons to the backyard, was only going to be here for this moment, and she intended to live in it! she can’t miss an opportunity to spend time with hibiya, can she?
she finally pulls the side ponytail loose, only to bunch it all up again, getting ready for that ponytail she thought of. ` ah, water? that was a good idea! ` she says this with the scrunchie in her mouth, words muffled by the red fabric.
` we might need a little more after a few rounds, but we’ll refill them! ` her words are more comprehensive now that the scrunchie was back in her hair, and she gives the boy a thumbs up. a seal of approval, if you will.
encouragement was something momo had always vocalized, on and off stage without so much as a single second of hesitation. and she meant every word she said, whether it was directed to someone she had just met or her friends in the dan. for what could roll out of her tongue with ease, even when it took a while to formulate such sentences?
and so when hibiya asked about this game, about a game she hasn’t had an opportunity to play with friends, she beams. oh, how that smile could outshine the shooting stars, the moon, the sun!
` easy! ` she picks up the nearby stick, holding it with both hands in a not-so-careful manner…but, it was more or less safe in a way. only momo could reach such a gray area. ` i’ll blindfold you, spin you three times, and then tell you where the watermelon is! i’ll say ‘right’ or ‘left’, and you just have to follow! when i say go for it ‒ `
she slams the stick down for demonstration, using a substantial amount of force despite splitting apart just the air in front of her. she almost falls out of her flip-flips, almost loses her balance, but the idol’s slipped up before, and she’s learned from her mistakes!
` you strike down with all you’ve got and hope you’ve split open the watermelon! ` she grins back at him, wiping away a blanket of sweat from her forehead. ` got it? `
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‘ Survive? Swimming through the galaxies, journey of infinite stars within a cosmos so beautifully complex…what is there to survive other than the overflowing sense of incomparable fascination? Or were you worried the aliens had malicious intentions? That’s so silly! I reeeeaally like you, I love you! ☆ ’
` all that?! ah, that must have been — ` w — wait, what was that?! somehow, she concluded... that he must have been a fan? that was all to it, right...? ` ahaha...isn’t that a bit too sudden?! shouldn’t we talk a bit more...about the how you managed...? yeah, like...what’d you eat? `
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A sigh. “My costume does not need ‘sprucing up’. It’s fine as it is.” Though, if he were to spruce it up… maybe having a pumpkin head would be good.
` ...are you serious? ` she pauses for a second, but there was nothing, nothing that could sugar-coat what she thought of the boy’s costume. ` hibiya-kun...i don’t even know what you’re supposed to be. `
` for the last time...i’m not going to help you out with sneaking around danchou. she’s scary when she’s mad! why do you want to go there, anyway? `
@decipiet.
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` it’s got an interesting tune, i guess...? `
` you either go big or go home when it comes to halloween, hibiya-kun! that said, i think your costume needs a little sprucing up, so come here! `
@chiibiya.
starter call nya ;3
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“I am not bitter.” I say bitterly, with a bitter expression. ( art cred. )
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❛ but you were the one who came up with the plan, right? therefore, all the credit goes to you! we just acted as instructed. to be able to come up with such a plan on the spot is quite incredible! ❜ well aware is he of his self - perpetuated role in the dan: the joke, the comedic relief, the fool! what a disappointment it must be for her, to be discussing such matters with him of all people. he’ll do his best for her, though — it’s all he can do for everyone.
that minuscule smile of hers was nothing but timid, yet teeming with gratitude. does he really think that? does he really believe it to be such a valuable asset to the dan? to think that she was more than just a lighthouse for attention ‒ what a refreshing concept! ( yet she does not grasp the roles the boy has placed unto himself; how pitiful. )
` if you really think so…hey, do you think I’ll be able to do it again if i needed to? `