見ぬが花 ／ writings

[Seliane]

[align=center][div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;margin-top:10px;color:#000;line-height:100%"]OKAY i was gonna comment last night but jfc i could not find my words and i was busy??? screaming @ hayato and anni about how GOOD this was so

first of all. i was right. i WAS NOT prepared to be slammed in the face with literal Death SHJFKDKJKSD but my love brought me back AND NOW IM READY

She's prepared for the whispers and the stares, heads turning as they pass like it's impossible to reconcile the sight of the Kirijo daughter coming through the high school gates on foot, flanked by two tall boys with grave, fierce eyes and their fists clenched by their sides. Their shadows fall on either side of her, but when she draws her shoulders up and stares straight ahead she'd like to think it's hard to tell who's protecting whom.

THAT IS GOOD. THAT IS SO, SO GOOD.

To her shame, she finds she's less adept at dealing with the specific brand of chaos that accompanies a nearly fully occupied dormitory. Battles are nothing compared to the small metropolis of instant ramen bowls steadily being built on the kitchen counter, the hum of Arisato's music issuing quietly from under the door of his room and following her everywhere. Some days Takeba will mislay something—a book, a notebook—and nearly tear the dorm apart looking for it, only to find it wedged between the couch cushions, or under the dining table. Once Mitsuru finds Iori's boxer shorts dangling from the second floor banister; she picks them up with the edge of her practice rapier, and dumps them in the communal laundry basket without comment.

I CAN'T BELIEVE OUR SAVIOURS ARE THIS CUTE- and mitsuru's so flustered yet endeared by the domesticity of it all, since she never had that at home despite having loving parents because of all of her father's responsibilities...... the cavities are setting in. i can feel my teeth rotting, ayumi!!!! but i will continue!!!

❝We're supposed to be saving the world,❞ he remarks one evening as he stands at the kitchen sink with a spatula in one hand, scraping the remains of Yamagishi's latest dinner attempt from the bottom of their last serviceable pot. ❝Why does it feel like daycare?❞

YOU NEED THOSE KIDS AND THEY NEED YOU, YOU BIG DUMB DUMB U HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH MY HEART SWELLED

She'd like to think that, after seventeen years of schooling in the art, she's mastered how to do her duty, regardless of how it feels.

holy shit how d o you words so well

For half a second something wild shadows Akihiko's face—the eyes go wide, the mouth tight, and she's scared that he's going to scream—but then he lets out a long shuddering breath and drops his shoulders and all he says back is ❝I will.❞

HOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOU DIDN'T BUT YOU DID SO WHY TF DID I

He doesn't show up for Shinjiro's impromptu memorial the next morning. It's just as well, she thinks; she knows he'd hate it, because the principal says all the wrong words. Troubled. Potential. Cries for help.

Nobody knows anything. A few rows ahead, she sees Iori bristling, shifting in his seat between Takeba and Arisato, and she can tell they're all thinking it too. Nobody knows anything.

OH MY GOD I REMEMBER THAT FUCKIGN.... I CRIED SO HARD DURING THAT SCENE, ALL THE OTHER STUDENTS WERE ALL "ugh i have a test tomorrow, why are we even bothering with some punk who never came to school" and they were all just?? silently shaking with fury and grief in their seats and you capture that so WELL.

Mitsuru thinks she'd give up her chance at the valedictory address to stand at the podium today instead, snap the entire student body to silent attention. She could talk for an hour. She could talk forever about how alive Shinjiro is in her memories—the tall, sad boy with big hands and a foul mouth, who seemed to know how to speak the language of dogs, and watched the early cooking shows every single morning with a diligence to rival the most anal-retentive of housewives. How he made the best beef stroganoff she's ever tasted, bar none, and how, if she could, she'd decorate their kitchen at the dorm with a Michelin star.

OH. what the fuck,,,, i've been floored. that entire section just had me by the t h r o a t, i was 10000000% amazed?? you nailed everything in that section so hard.

Mitsuru's always hated fairytales because in almost all of them the princess stays in her tower until a man comes along and changes everything—slays the dragon, heals all her brokenness, drops the happy ending in her lap. There's something somehow reassuring about the realization that this is not that; Akihiko is here with her and his presence changes nothing. He's barely a man, only a boy with black gloves covering his hands and a cracking, raspy voice, and the only thing they're certain of is how small they both are in this moment.

murder me already, i'm dying in this chair- but my dramatics aside!! the way u give us her inner thoughts and thought process!! amazinG dhjfks i love u for this.

❝Still, today I have you, and I have this house. You can bear anything as long as you don't run out of things to love.❞

JUST SUCKER PUNCH ME TO THE HEART BECAUSE THAT WOULD HURT LESS

you really just twisted the knife and drove it in deeper is my pain a joke to you-

tl;dr i was so completely stunned by this last night i forgot how to english and was screaming @ friends and into my pillows and so i put this off till now and i still haven't totally recovered!! i feel like words aren't enough to describe how much i adore this!!! thank you for my life oh my god

AND ONE LAST THING:

She's also caught Arisato, who's usually as impassive as a block of marble, stepping out the front door in the evenings with Koromaru at his heels, the pinched line of his mouth curved sideward into the closest thing to a smile she's ever seen.

in hayato's words: "arisato minato's smile is a national treasure". just that line made me so happy im sobbign my precious son deserves the world.