. . . Near the lockers. I'm—gonna come find you. So don't go anywhere.
[He gets to his feet, not turning off the communicator yet in case Hinata's going to protest; Kazuichi hopes he won't. He's not sure why he suddenly feels so strongly that he'd rather be doing this in person, but he's not going to argue with his impulse, either.]
[The thought doesn't even cross his mind to protest. Instead, he just slides down the wall to sit, draping his hands over his knees and leaving his communicator open. Just in case Kazuichi gets lost, or needs to talk to him again while he's waiting.
He feels sick, thinking about everything that had happened again. Big words, to say he didn't want to forget. In all honesty, if someone gave him the chance to forget it had all happened, to send him back to Japan to live out-- whatever kind of life a Reserve Course student had, he can't say with confidence that he wouldn't consider it.
So when Kazuichi arrives, his face is drawn, brows furrowed, though he tries to give the other a smile when he spots him.]
[He hovers for a moment, but then just slides down the wall just like Hinata did to fold up next to him, knees drawn up.
Now that he's here, he's at a loss as to what to say, at first. He'd just . . . needed to come. It takes him a few long moments of silence to finally find a place to begin.]
Obviously . . . if you actually forgot about me, I'd be pissed off . . .
[He tries for that smile again, barely manages it, and calls it good enough. With his friend here, it's easier to manage that faint smile as he bumps his shoulder against the other teen's.]
I... knew what you meant, too. About... wanting to forget. Trust me, I understand.
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[He gets to his feet, not turning off the communicator yet in case Hinata's going to protest; Kazuichi hopes he won't. He's not sure why he suddenly feels so strongly that he'd rather be doing this in person, but he's not going to argue with his impulse, either.]
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[The thought doesn't even cross his mind to protest. Instead, he just slides down the wall to sit, draping his hands over his knees and leaving his communicator open. Just in case Kazuichi gets lost, or needs to talk to him again while he's waiting.
He feels sick, thinking about everything that had happened again. Big words, to say he didn't want to forget. In all honesty, if someone gave him the chance to forget it had all happened, to send him back to Japan to live out-- whatever kind of life a Reserve Course student had, he can't say with confidence that he wouldn't consider it.
So when Kazuichi arrives, his face is drawn, brows furrowed, though he tries to give the other a smile when he spots him.]
Hey.
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[He hovers for a moment, but then just slides down the wall just like Hinata did to fold up next to him, knees drawn up.
Now that he's here, he's at a loss as to what to say, at first. He'd just . . . needed to come. It takes him a few long moments of silence to finally find a place to begin.]
Obviously . . . if you actually forgot about me, I'd be pissed off . . .
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[He tries for that smile again, barely manages it, and calls it good enough. With his friend here, it's easier to manage that faint smile as he bumps his shoulder against the other teen's.]
I... knew what you meant, too. About... wanting to forget. Trust me, I understand.
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Wouldn't anyone? But when you said what you said . . . I could feel how you felt, Hinata.