[ whatever it is he ends up doing? he'll have her support. without question.
but decisions that impact her own life are difficult! make them for her.
yes, just like that. by grabbing her hand so that she's pulled into the uproar his existence has been to her since their eyes met on a sidewalk and uesama bounded across the street. one she has been doing everything in her power to keep in her life, despite the wishes of others. despite the outside forces trying to tear him or her away. despite her own brain trying to forget. hiyori stares at their locked hands, stumbling along behind him with her heart thudding away in her throat. she doesn't hear him ask for two tickets, only continues to be dragged along onto the carousel.
it's like capyperland all over again. it's like always.
she abruptly finds herself sitting on the witch's broom with a god right against her back and her face flares up like lights on christmas. she whirls around with wide eyes, hands clutching to the handle with white knuckles. he's not making her JUST THEM thoughts any easier. ]
YaYaYato?! W-We can't share?! It's danger-- [ they're already moving and she yelps, holding tight with every muscle tense in apprehension. with how hyper-aware she is of yato at her back. plenty of other people are sharing, anyway. she's just shy. he's just BOLD and it's the type of bold that flusters her beyond belief rather than scares her like a wedding dress made from scratch.
his smell. gods, help her. his smell is everywhere and it's so good. ]
Get on your own-- [ click. ] Eh?
[ any clicking sounds on rides is never a good sign. and it isn't in this case either because as the carousel picks up a little speed, hiyori and yato's broom goes flying off into the rest of the carnival. as such, ]
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but decisions that impact her own life are difficult! make them for her.
yes, just like that. by grabbing her hand so that she's pulled into the uproar his existence has been to her since their eyes met on a sidewalk and uesama bounded across the street. one she has been doing everything in her power to keep in her life, despite the wishes of others. despite the outside forces trying to tear him or her away. despite her own brain trying to forget. hiyori stares at their locked hands, stumbling along behind him with her heart thudding away in her throat. she doesn't hear him ask for two tickets, only continues to be dragged along onto the carousel.
it's like capyperland all over again. it's like always.
she abruptly finds herself sitting on the witch's broom with a god right against her back and her face flares up like lights on christmas. she whirls around with wide eyes, hands clutching to the handle with white knuckles. he's not making her JUST THEM thoughts any easier. ]
YaYaYato?! W-We can't share?! It's danger-- [ they're already moving and she yelps, holding tight with every muscle tense in apprehension. with how hyper-aware she is of yato at her back. plenty of other people are sharing, anyway. she's just shy. he's just BOLD and it's the type of bold that flusters her beyond belief rather than scares her like a wedding dress made from scratch.
his smell. gods, help her. his smell is everywhere and it's so good. ]
Get on your own-- [ click. ] Eh?
[ any clicking sounds on rides is never a good sign. and it isn't in this case either because as the carousel picks up a little speed, hiyori and yato's broom goes flying off into the rest of the carnival. as such, ]
GYAAAAAA WHAT'S HAPPENING?!