[with the roof opening in a neat way, subaru has very much moved his nights there to stargaze with and without his telescope; tonight he's "invited" natsume to join him, aka wheedling him until he did, and as always
as always,
while it doesn't seem that subaru pays much attention to anyone at all, even his friends, he has. ever since natsume returned like the others, ever since the student body returned to school, and while natsume's good at hiding things from almost anyone...
well!
subaru's gonna let it sit for a bit, fiddling with the telescope until it peers at the stars above, and invite natsume to take a gander.
people always look with their dominant eye, after all.]
( subaru is so much sharper than anyone gives him credit for; natsume knows this, because he's been on the receiving end of it before, and so he's been extra careful around the one person in this school who knows him best.
but even extra care can tip someone off that something is wrong. he just hopes he hasn't been so militant in it that it has done that. his lips twist at the invitation to go, giving way in the same amount of time he always does, and he looks off the roof and out at the vast woods that surrounds the school as subaru tinkers with the telescope.
he wonders where the other students go. it isn't the first time he's wondered about it, but...
he turns his attention to subaru when things are good to go, and he instinctively starts to peer through the telescope with his right eye—
moves further to look through it with his left instead, hating how unnatural it feels but otherwise not showing anything. the stars are nice as always, he supposes. )
( god natsume is just trying to leave in peace to find idk fucking shuichi or subaru or godforbid go to the nurse's office to see why amami is there but HERE IS KOMAEDA INSTEAD )
...I ended up not being very hunGRY, so I threw the toast to the BIRDS. ( do we have birds in yogen? now we do. ) You didn't have enough fun harassing me first thing in the morning on the foRUMS, Nagito-kun?
[... that is, when natsume stirs; he'll find subaru sleeping seemingly soundly at his side, face turned away as his arms pillow his head. the rise and fall of his shoulders are slight, but there's a tenseness in his visible hands that seem more on the edge of a nightmare than not; it doesn't help that their room has the tendency to feel uneasy past 8am, and it's very much past that.
> wake the sleeping boy? > attempt to leave without waking him? > return to sleep?]
( there is someone unbearably warm beside him, and natsume turns his face and squints at the light coming from the window in the ceiling (ugh, is it that late already?)—it takes him a moment to realize what it is, who it is, and it gives him a small start, shifting back automatically.
his shoulder presses against the wall, and then it's his back on the wall as he turns around fully. subaru should know better—subaru does know better.
natsume rubs the sleep out of his eyes, still feeling unbearably tired and more than a little nauseous, and reaches over to shake subaru's shoulder. )
( please specify us a date, because i didn't know.
now, maybe natsume's in a classroom, or somewhere in the dormitory, wherever he was able to get ahold of the tv to be alone — as for komaeda, he's nowhere nearby. rather, he shouldn't be, but it's the fact that he can hear someone talking that catches his attention, a certain voice that's like music to his ears, and he would follow anywhere depending on the journey. the voice was soft, but then it gets louder as he comes closer and closer to a certain door, and his head cants to one side as he stares at it.
as familiar as it is, he takes a step forward (cautiously) as he presses his ear against the door trying to listen, at this point he's trying to learn who the other is talking to. he doesn't know the topic of conversation, but he'll give it a few seconds before attempting to open the door. he wants to make sure he's hearing right, after all. )
( assuming the tv has been moved back here. natsume sits on a desk, palms flat on the top of it and fingers tight at its edge as he leans back. there's a notebook on his lap, little notes in new and old ink; things he remembers from shuichi, things he's connected from komaeda, things he's hearing from the video in front of him.
he jumps to turn the television off when he hears the turn of a knob, the click of the lock, notebook tumbling noisily from his lap in the quiet; he turns to see who it is, and )
Whoever gets to the door first will realize there's something on the other side, so it's probably best to refer to either Natsume or Subaru to check what it could be. Either way, two people will find their name written on a stocking that's hanging on the handle, and various gifts on the floor.
natsume sakasaki's gift happens to be a game of chess which i'll tell you a story, every year i would get my brother the same gift but it was chass + an upgrade game, so it was glass chess, then glass chess + checkers, and then glass chess, checkers + go and then my mom told me to stop getting him the same shit every year. a cute humidifier with a claw cushion that fits natsume's personality, and a mug, it has a match... i wonder who has it? also there's a tea infuser i forgot to add, but it's there.
[guess who got up earliest today and gently set something by Natsume's pillow? that'd be Helena.
her gift to him is a cat made of wood, with velvet ribbon around its neck. that said, the rest of the ribbon spool is under it, like a little stand - it's fine quality, and his to use as he pleases.
she did make sure to get one that feels nice for him.]
( it's after the party, probably, and there's going to be a few knocks against natsume's door. he did tell komaeda to visit with these... plates, and plates of cookies, and so he's here. )
( natsume is tired, on the edge of falling asleep, but komaeda's voice brings him back to waking and he gets up with a heavy sigh. the reason for the visit flickers in his mind, in and out, and he rubs the sleep from his eyes before he opens his eyes.
god that is a lot of cookies. )
Look at how much people care about YOU, Nagito-kun. You've got enough to make anyone SICK.
( natsume takes one of the plates from him, peering back over his shoulder before he steps out and shuts the door. )
I'll have them in the study HALL. No one goes there anyWAY.
( safer than his roommates knowing he's doing komaeda any favors, even as a christmas gift-- )
[it's a time when Subaru's out of the room, when Helena quietly slips away to the kitchen and returns with a sandwich cut in two. she's not said anything, but she notices - she notices much more than perhaps people want to give her credit for. when someone's trying to subsist on little, and she knows because she's done it herself, when they withdraw and something isn't the same.
when their world gets tilted on the axis, and seared and cut.
instead of asking, she sits near Natsume, and places the food between them.]
You should eat something, you know.
[when was the last time he had a meal that was actually substantial? and not half disregarded?]
( natsume gives it a glance, then looks down; he'll take it and set it on the sketchbook in his lap after a moment though, pinching the bread between his fingers instead of making any motion to eat. )
I've eaten this WEEK. ( he doesn't remember how many hours it's been, but maybe not that long. he's gone longer without food or sleep anyway—this week hasn't been that different.
except the reasons are different, and he closes his eyes. what would...? she'd call him pathetic and tell him to eat, too.
he still doesn't, and he doesn't bother smiling at helena to reassure her—he knows she can't see it anyway—but makes his voice lighter instead. she can tell it's a force of habit, though. ) Thank you for the conCERN, Little Bat, though I must be more off than I thought I was if it's becoming that noticeaBLE.
( as if the entire remaining student body didn't know he was fond of maya, or at least of bothering her. he didn't make to hide it any, after all. )
[Happy birthday, Noah puts shadow cat ears on Natsume as a "fun prank bro" to get his attention, and once he has it, he'll point his finger upwards to a blanket of stars in which he's written HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATSUME because he can't just talk like a person.]
[so, if Natsume thought his roommates were going to forget about him...they did not, and have been quietly planning for a bit to surprise him. nothing big, but Natsume's probably been suspicious since they only both told him happy birthday in the morning. he's right to be, because he'll come back at a point when he's been out...
to both Helena and Subaru waiting to sing him happy birthday. they've set up a little display, with glitter and lights and a small spiced chocolate cake for him. in addition, he does have two presents - a set of earrings that they'll confess they handmade to match him as well as his birthstone, and a letter with sections from both of them, written in Braille so he'll always be able to read it.
Helena thanks him for his friendship and support, his care and kindness towards her, and wishes nothing but the best for his upcoming year in all he does. and Subaru writes (via dictation) that he thanks him for always being there and reaching out to him, helping him meet the friends he has now and remaining still in his life even if he's annoying at times. more than anything he'd love to spend the rest of their lives together, friends until they're old and grey, and promises that they'll have that chance in the next life -- he doesn't need to be able to see the future to know they'll always find each other, like two stars in the same gravity. so yeah he gets a friendship letter and a love letter both.
honestly, the true gift is that no one went overboard in celebrations and that Subaru just hid a wish to tell him happy birthday under wolf rp.]
[well usually she has months to plan for friends' birthdays but everybody here always makes it a surprise SO. she instead condenses her gift-planning into a day and waits by his room until such a time that she can confront him.]
Happy birthday! [holds out a plate with. a perfectly ordinary sandwich on it? there's no candle but she did tape some orange construction paper to a toothpick and that's on there.]
he misses natsume. he doesn't miss the drying chicken bones, but he misses natsume. subaru doesn't even see him in the school halls because he hasn't actually been going to class lately, pained first by loss and then by the knowledge he learned (is learning) from sara just yesterday. he tries a few beginnings, paces the room and hates how it feels like something's watching him, then ends up just
going outside to sit behind the dorms, the chill of the shade comforting somehow.]
[because she hasn't been in class, she's had a few days to collect herself. to feel wounded, broken in a hidden place. it means that in the afternoon, she makes her way to the room where Natsume's been, torn himself away from them, and knocks gently.
no one in that room would knock so nicely. she's hoping she's gauged the timing right.]
( she has, because natsume is staring at the ceiling, out the skylight, wondering just who's looking at him if he can't see anyone there—
he slowly gets up and sits for a moment, mulling it over, before he pushes himself to standing and opens the door for her. it's nice, seeing helena. he smiles despite the fact she can't see it, small and warm, and lets it drop just as quickly. )
Hello THERE, Little Bat. To what do I owe the pleasure of your compaNY?
well, it's been a minute since. the whole meeting thing. with things revealed... the truth more fully laid bare... there's an empty feeling scratching at his heart, still lingering since a week ago, but anger smolders further within it. he fiddles around the whole day, slinking back to school to attend a class or two before he slips away again, laying on the roof and staring at the still-light sky.
it's warming up. he wishes he could enjoy it with someone.
he wishes he could pretend he doesn't know what this means. why it's being asked. he lets it sit in his phone, open and read but unanswered, while he drums his fingers on a stolen laptop's keyboard and pretends he's actually working on his virtual reality program.
he had given it the benefit of the doubt, that maybe she had decided to go wireless visiting jizo since there was no need anyway for it, but
she isn't back in the morning, and subaru crawls into natsume's bunk annoying as ever. sits, a weight at the side, before laying down. he isn't sure if he's allowed, still, not that he ever was in the other's opinion.]
( hell right he wasn't, and the extra weight makes him grumble before he opens his eyes. his squint isn't just because he's just woken up; it's getting harder and harder to see out of his working eye, too. )
...Thank you for not pouncing ME. ( he'll give him that much, voice filled with sleep. ) What do you WANT.
sometime first week of sept idk
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while it doesn't seem that subaru pays much attention to anyone at all, even his friends, he has. ever since natsume returned like the others, ever since the student body returned to school, and while natsume's good at hiding things from almost anyone...
well!
subaru's gonna let it sit for a bit, fiddling with the telescope until it peers at the stars above, and invite natsume to take a gander.
people always look with their dominant eye, after all.]
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but even extra care can tip someone off that something is wrong. he just hopes he hasn't been so militant in it that it has done that. his lips twist at the invitation to go, giving way in the same amount of time he always does, and he looks off the roof and out at the vast woods that surrounds the school as subaru tinkers with the telescope.
he wonders where the other students go. it isn't the first time he's wondered about it, but...
he turns his attention to subaru when things are good to go, and he instinctively starts to peer through the telescope with his right eye—
moves further to look through it with his left instead, hating how unnatural it feels but otherwise not showing anything. the stars are nice as always, he supposes. )
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How was breakfast, did you leave me a piece of toast?
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...I ended up not being very hunGRY, so I threw the toast to the BIRDS. ( do we have birds in yogen? now we do. ) You didn't have enough fun harassing me first thing in the morning on the foRUMS, Nagito-kun?
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10/03 noonish
> wake the sleeping boy?
> attempt to leave without waking him?
> return to sleep?]
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his shoulder presses against the wall, and then it's his back on the wall as he turns around fully. subaru should know better—subaru does know better.
natsume rubs the sleep out of his eyes, still feeling unbearably tired and more than a little nauseous, and reaches over to shake subaru's shoulder. )
...Baru-kun?
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now, maybe natsume's in a classroom, or somewhere in the dormitory, wherever he was able to get ahold of the tv to be alone — as for komaeda, he's nowhere nearby. rather, he shouldn't be, but it's the fact that he can hear someone talking that catches his attention, a certain voice that's like music to his ears, and he would follow anywhere depending on the journey. the voice was soft, but then it gets louder as he comes closer and closer to a certain door, and his head cants to one side as he stares at it.
as familiar as it is, he takes a step forward (cautiously) as he presses his ear against the door trying to listen, at this point he's trying to learn who the other is talking to. he doesn't know the topic of conversation, but he'll give it a few seconds before attempting to open the door. he wants to make sure he's hearing right, after all. )
umm the 11th so amamikun can be gone
( assuming the tv has been moved back here. natsume sits on a desk, palms flat on the top of it and fingers tight at its edge as he leans back. there's a notebook on his lap, little notes in new and old ink; things he remembers from shuichi, things he's connected from komaeda, things he's hearing from the video in front of him.
he jumps to turn the television off when he hears the turn of a knob, the click of the lock, notebook tumbling noisily from his lap in the quiet; he turns to see who it is, and )
...Nagito-kun. What a surPRISE.
NOT US SCHEMING AS HES GONE
its how we win
im sorry for this tag
ARE YOU
STOP I AM
YOU'RE NOT
WHY DO U REJECT ME
love.... out of love.
youre attacking me like a wild animal do you see the second pair of eyes
crying i am NOT youre the one attacking ME
LOOK AT U SMACKING ME AROUND
EXCUSE ME???
YOURE EXCUSED?
how ive been sittin on this tag for a week bc ive been too tired.... forgive me for my sins
its fine imagine having to ingest dr lore in one sitting again id go insane actually
cannot imagine playing a dr and needing to rmbr all this fr
me waking up from my small nap, writing this and then going back to sleep
natsume like we shouldve gone to yumenosaki together so you could see what normalcy looks like
OMG UR RIGHTTTT next time we go to yumenosaki, show komaeda the truth behind idols
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Whoever gets to the door first will realize there's something on the other side, so it's probably best to refer to either Natsume or Subaru to check what it could be. Either way, two people will find their name written on a stocking that's hanging on the handle, and various gifts on the floor.
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12/25
her gift to him is a cat made of wood, with velvet ribbon around its neck. that said, the rest of the ribbon spool is under it, like a little stand - it's fine quality, and his to use as he pleases.
she did make sure to get one that feels nice for him.]
12/25 — night
Sakaksaki-kun, are you in?
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god that is a lot of cookies. )
Look at how much people care about YOU, Nagito-kun. You've got enough to make anyone SICK.
( natsume takes one of the plates from him, peering back over his shoulder before he steps out and shuts the door. )
I'll have them in the study HALL. No one goes there anyWAY.
( safer than his roommates knowing he's doing komaeda any favors, even as a christmas gift-- )
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1/15, dorms.
when their world gets tilted on the axis, and seared and cut.
instead of asking, she sits near Natsume, and places the food between them.]
You should eat something, you know.
[when was the last time he had a meal that was actually substantial? and not half disregarded?]
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I've eaten this WEEK. ( he doesn't remember how many hours it's been, but maybe not that long. he's gone longer without food or sleep anyway—this week hasn't been that different.
except the reasons are different, and he closes his eyes. what would...? she'd call him pathetic and tell him to eat, too.
he still doesn't, and he doesn't bother smiling at helena to reassure her—he knows she can't see it anyway—but makes his voice lighter instead. she can tell it's a force of habit, though. ) Thank you for the conCERN, Little Bat, though I must be more off than I thought I was if it's becoming that noticeaBLE.
( as if the entire remaining student body didn't know he was fond of maya, or at least of bothering her. he didn't make to hide it any, after all. )
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birthday *_*
NOAHHHH
the stars are nice. he wishes he could do that. teach him star coaster for his birthday--
he's surprised, eyes wide and cheeks a little pink, but it gradually shifts back to the tired look he's been wearing since early last month. )
...Who told YOU.
( never mind that there is only one person who could and he is going to do to that boy what he did to sena-senpai. )
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2/4, birthdayyyyy
to both Helena and Subaru waiting to sing him happy birthday. they've set up a little display, with glitter and lights and a small spiced chocolate cake for him. in addition, he does have two presents - a set of earrings that they'll confess they handmade to match him as well as his birthstone, and a letter with sections from both of them, written in Braille so he'll always be able to read it.
Helena thanks him for his friendship and support, his care and kindness towards her, and wishes nothing but the best for his upcoming year in all he does. and Subaru writes (via dictation) that he thanks him for always being there and reaching out to him, helping him meet the friends he has now and remaining still in his life even if he's annoying at times. more than anything he'd love to spend the rest of their lives together, friends until they're old and grey, and promises that they'll have that chance in the next life -- he doesn't need to be able to see the future to know they'll always find each other, like two stars in the same gravity. so yeah he gets a friendship letter and a love letter both.
honestly, the true gift is that no one went overboard in celebrations and that Subaru just hid a wish to tell him happy birthday under wolf rp.]
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Happy birthday! [holds out a plate with. a perfectly ordinary sandwich on it? there's no candle but she did tape some orange construction paper to a toothpick and that's on there.]
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he misses natsume. he doesn't miss the drying chicken bones, but he misses natsume. subaru doesn't even see him in the school halls because he hasn't actually been going to class lately, pained first by loss and then by the knowledge he learned (is learning) from sara just yesterday. he tries a few beginnings, paces the room and hates how it feels like something's watching him, then ends up just
going outside to sit behind the dorms, the chill of the shade comforting somehow.]
give me back my bed
[yeah nailed it]
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and for a while he thinks about not replying, but it's bugging him. what does he mean. )
I Don't Have It.
( which is true and also ends the conversation in his mind, bye. )
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3/5
time to try again]
do you remember when we sang together at the cultural fes
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Do You Remember What We Sang?
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3/3, dorms.
no one in that room would knock so nicely. she's hoping she's gauged the timing right.]
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he slowly gets up and sits for a moment, mulling it over, before he pushes himself to standing and opens the door for her. it's nice, seeing helena. he smiles despite the fact she can't see it, small and warm, and lets it drop just as quickly. )
Hello THERE, Little Bat. To what do I owe the pleasure of your compaNY?
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well, it's been a minute since. the whole meeting thing. with things revealed... the truth more fully laid bare... there's an empty feeling scratching at his heart, still lingering since a week ago, but anger smolders further within it. he fiddles around the whole day, slinking back to school to attend a class or two before he slips away again, laying on the roof and staring at the still-light sky.
it's warming up. he wishes he could enjoy it with someone.
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do you think it mattered?
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he wishes he could pretend he doesn't know what this means. why it's being asked. he lets it sit in his phone, open and read but unanswered, while he drums his fingers on a stolen laptop's keyboard and pretends he's actually working on his virtual reality program.
does he think it mattered? )
"Everything Matters." Kazuki-san Told Me That.
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4/16, action
he had given it the benefit of the doubt, that maybe she had decided to go wireless visiting jizo since there was no need anyway for it, but
she isn't back in the morning, and subaru crawls into natsume's bunk annoying as ever. sits, a weight at the side, before laying down. he isn't sure if he's allowed, still, not that he ever was in the other's opinion.]
Na~tsume. Wake up.
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...Thank you for not pouncing ME. ( he'll give him that much, voice filled with sleep. ) What do you WANT.
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