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10/idk before the 7th. if it's 6th he can see subaru's bruises

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[so subaru knows that amami hasn't been in class, and given who the victims were... it's understandable. he wouldn't be able to attend class if anything happened to the people he treasures either, but

they have to get to the end of the year. they have to have the chance at graduation, whether good or bad in the end. because whether or not they do... it's something subaru puts from his mind for now, their class homework in hand, because amami is the person he's gonna focus on, even if it's just "being there" in the same room. loneliness is a hell of a drug.

so he looks around. peeks into sun 1, checks the art club, runs around a bit more before giving up and figuring he'll just catch amami later, heading to the pool for a soak like he's been doing to keep his mind off of things. low and behold there amami is too, though, doing whatever you want him to be doing, and subaru'll call out to him--]

Ama-cha~n! I've been lookin' high and low for you!

make it the 5th i'm sobbing

[sisters]

( amami's sitting next to the edge of the pool, leaning back against the palms of his hands and just... looking at the water. it's nice that the pool seems to be less occupied lately, with the "pool monster" and the definite bodies that've been found in it acting as a bit of a deterrent from the looks of things. point is: not too many people seem all that excited to go swimming around this point in time, and it makes the pool a good place to gather his thoughts — to linger on them.

so he's looking suitably melancholy, thinking about if he wants to roll up his pant legs and sit with his feet in the water or anything, but he's kind of slow to react to the nickname. half-turning his head so he can glance at subaru in the corner of his eye when he finally does.

and that's... kind of all he does. no verbal response, just acknowledgement that, yeah, subaru exists here now. )

5th its

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[subaru pauses in his step for a moment, staring at amami, before he carefully sets the homework he'd brought aside, along with his jacket and the goodies inside. most of them anyway, he keeps something in his pants pockets as he kicks off his shoes and socks, stepping back and then absolutely gunning it into the pool with a yell--

yes he's cannonballing in more or less fully dressed and yes he wants to get amami wet.]

12/23? ish

[sisters]

( hi. have subaru give amami his gift )

[starrypoint]

[ok

the week of christmas is better than not at all to give gifts, something subaru found out from last year as december is the busiest month of all for idols between yumenosaki's mandated star festival, preparations for the nationwide ss, and whatever else may crop up, and

well, catching sight of amami in the dorm halls makes for an easy reminder of an activity that can take up his brainspace, put his idle hands to work, and if he washes rhem with a little too hot of water who can tell.

regardless!!! he'd already prepared the box for the gift itself, as it was part of the gift too, and whenever he can catch his friend seated subaru'll slide in against him, excitement and a little nervousness bubbling up in his chest as he hands to the side a black box with a star map design carefully painted across it.]

Ama-chan~! I know it's a li~ttle early, but I wanted to give you your gift anyway. ☆ [you know, overexcited impatient puppy that he is] Especially since it's the kinda gift that'd have to be given day-of anyway. ♪

[and therefore has a time limit this is what he's sayin. maybe that makes it lame, or a bad gift, but... anyway it's obviously not wrapped or anything, the box's top is easy to remove not unlike a bento box's, so hurry and open it!!!!]

[sisters]

Oh? For me?

( something about the way he points at himself, it feels like he was half-expecting to be skipped despite subaru being... well, subaru.

nevertheless, he's excited all the same, smiling warmly as he accepts his gift. )

You should've told me we were exchanging early — I'll have to get yours from my room.

( but that can wait a few minutes. it'd be kind of rude for him to just get up and ignore what's right in front of him after all, so instead he'll take a moment to admire the handiwork of the carefully painted box in his hands. clearly, by the look in his eyes he's awful impressed. he'll hold his comments until he's opened it up however, peeking inside expectantly. )

12/25

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[guess who's up before the boys so she can put something by Subaru's pillow? it's Helena.

she's left for him a carved shiba inu, made of wood despite my image link- starry ribbon around its neck and the rest of the ribbon in its spool underneath like a little stand. the ribbon is his to use as he pleases, and she's told the stars glimmer.]

12/25 — door handle

[commences]

Across from star one, Subaru will see that his own stocking is hanging on the handle of star four with his name written in the white, if he dares to peek inside, he'll find...

[commences]

subaru akehoshi - a bento box that will hopefully bring good luck! two charms, but the dog has an "s" attached to it, and the cat has "gemini" which should allude to the meaning behind that, and a cute, kitty phone case that has an attached keychain! hopefully subaru ain't got a flip phone.

12/25

[notsosou]

[It's a bit late but in universe it's perfectly on time! Subaru's Christmas present is a suncatcher, found hanging on the inside doorknob of Star 1 with a sticky note denoting it as his.]

01/04

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[day four of doing clocktower stuff.

i forgot they were gonna put letters into the dead drop spot but we can say they're supposed to be working on some as per komaeda's orders. anyway subaru's sitting a little ways away, quiet and light dim the way it's been the past few days since coming into void school, but he hasn't been open to talking about it whatsoever. avoiding the topic, straight up walking away, pretty much anything outside of sitting down and pouring it out to someone.

...

it's been simmering, though, and while subaru's drawing a dog he'll ask in the most nonchalant, casual tone, as if it's not a big deal or anything whatsoever--]

Do you think Keigo hates me?

[how he's gonna repeat this convo with someone post void]

[commences]

( as for komaeda, he's writing down the numbers on the clock tower which in the future he probably fails to relay, but at least they get out of here. the dead drop is vacant for now, but he's leaving the coordinates of what he's found here just for whoever'll find it in the future, and among other things while he's enjoying the just as dead silence between them. komaeda can read subaru, he knows there's something wrong with him, but he doesn't dare pry when it's not his business. he's been doing the labor work, so komaeda can reward him with non-komaedaness.

or so he thought. )

Repeat what you said, then ask me again.

( almost like he's shrugged off the comment, but maybe it's true about what npckun said. that them, subaru and amami never have the same conversations, so subaru wouldn't understand how completely laughable his comment is.

at least he knows what's on subaru's mind now. )

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[you're such a bro until he's ready komaeda. thanks.

subaru plays with his pen, drawing swirly grass, he guesses, on the sheet. whoosh whoosh...]

They said once they can't hate me. [they said that. no matter how mad they got at him, they'd never hate him.] But do you think they could?

[that maybe he's unwelcome after all? it is a flickering rush of a romance, no matter how much subaru puts into it, no matter how much he's done his best to learn and fumble his way through things he's never been prepared for a day in his life. no examples, no chances.]

01/15, night

[crystallomancy]

( outside of the dorms, specifically; natsume's practicing lights in the dark again, a spray of constellations closer to human hands than normal. since the 12th, subaru's seemed unsure of how to approach him, talk to him, and that's... annoying. more annoying because he has a lot of unsettled feelings as is, but focusing on magic is nice, easy, okay, until he hears subaru's voice from the door.

the stars stay, at least. he's been working on it for a little less than a month now. )

Did you bring me something to eat TOO?

( he asks without turning around, voice dry and small. helena did the same thing earlier; he wouldn't be surprised if subaru had either picked up on the fact eating wasn't high on natsume's priority list or if helena had mentioned to make sure he had something tonight, too. )

night rights night rights

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[either or, he does have food with him: it's something warm to ease the heart, imperfect in that homey way, and not at all something anyone save a few would expect to know subaru how to make. he stands at the door, then steps out at least so less cold air gets into the building itself; it shuts with a muffled sound, and

subaru isn't sure how natsume wants him to be around him, since of all things grief isn't anywhere on their list of things they sit on the realm of (outside of brushing, at times, with his own dad,) and yes, he's acted more like a dog with something new in his environment than anything else-- but he knows natsume is all about appearances, would want people to reflect the same, and subaru also knows that natsume knows that he isn't the type who cares, generally.

... who'd make his best friend talk about what was on his shoulders, whether he wanted to or not.]

Yup.

[but it's hard, losing someone, even if there were no deeper feelings attached. especially if there were, but even if there weren't. maya was one of the few people natsume had mentioned to subaru as someone to trust, her and her brother -- something like that doesn't come lightly with his friend, and that is the root of subaru's thoughts about how, and why, maya's affected natsume so much.

...

subaru treads softly in the snow, reaching out a hand to take natsume's wrist gently.]

Not just you, though~. There's enough for me, too. Let's sit down.

[crystallomancy]

I'm not hunGRY.

( even when he does eat, he isn't hungry, and he thinks of helena earlier telling him he still needs to keep his energy up and doesn't fight subaru much more than his refusal.

natsume obediently steps after subaru, letting his magic slowly fade as they move. )

But I was wondering when you'd come bothering ME.

1/23 sorry subaru

[starrypoint]

[by all reasonable logic, subaru should be able to call through amami and keigo's door like normal and get keigo on request,

which is why he isn't gonna today, despite all signs saying he should (as it is a sunday), but he doesn't know it yet. no knocking we yell through doors like men!!!]

Boss~! [a beat, then more affectionately -- as always, subaru's made sure no one's around before:] Kei~go! ♪ Let's go out! ☆

u should be apologizing to amami

[sisters]

( poor subaru. supposedly doing everything right, and there's even some shuffling behind the door as subaru waits. though, once it approaches, there's a pause before the handle actually turns, opening up to reveal an incredibly unimpressed amami. )

Akehoshi-kun.

( he's making an face that really conveys that "oh gross" and "please can you not do that" vibe, and though it's maybe a little cautious, at least it doesn't quite have an edge to it at the moment. )

lets say 2/16 ur free then right komaeda

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[subaru's gonna open the door in the morning at the same time komaeda does and instead of anything normal or closing it he's darting closer to grab the other's

prosthetic arm yeah that's safer, a determined grin on his face.]

Let's skip class.

he is free then

[commences]

( skipping class? well, komaeda can afford to skip, but can subaru? he'll allow himself to be grabbed by his prosthetic, and he'll follow the other down the dormitory hall.

first to the kitchen because they should eat. )

Are you hungry?

we aint doin it on the meeting long

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...

So what does to you, Amami? If it's not others' opinions, or feelings, or anything like that -- what'll keep your feet stuck in the ground instead of runnin' away all the time?

NOT HOW SUBARU WANTS MORE DRAMAAAA

[sisters]

( stop they're in the front hallway at best. amami is NOT walking that fast. didn't intend to stick around either, once he knew subaru'd take care of himself right, but now he's been addressed and he's pretty sure if he tries to turn his back on subaru he'll wind up tackled to the ground right outside the door or something. he doesn't really feel like making a scene, to be honest. )

You've got it wrong, Akehoshi-kun. It's because I'm standing my ground that those things won't change my mind.

( subaru can hate him, but he'll still be someone important to amami either way. the same way everyone can tell him to give up on his search, and he'll still continue to travel the world in hopes of one day finding his sisters. it's the same base idea. )

2/29

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[subaru doesn't know how long it's been since he took keigo's light body and rested them in the arms of someone who could take care of them better, who could take the seemingly sleeping teen and give due, proper respects--

he has some ideas, of at least why it happened, and he gives a shuddering, angry inhale as he sits on the ground of star 1, bunk bed and natsume long gone, just another loss in a growing list. subaru's never felt such pain before, and he wonders if maybe that's why it aches all the more to see such an empty room, the only suncatcher left one natsume had held hang outside on the skylight to catch the wind and rays.

...

it seems so distant now, like a star, like keigo, and he pounds at the ground with his fist, cursing with each hit. this is the scene helena comes in on, finally, book in her arms: the frustrated, wavering whines of someone who's had the rug pulled out from under him, a choked curse with every thud of his hand against the center of the room, and maybe it's a blessing to be blind, because the sight of his hunched, shaking shoulders might just have been too much to bear.]

[decrypter]

[she doesn't ask this time, doesn't need anything more than the gaping pain in her chest, like someone cracked open her ribcage and messily tore through. her eyes are red, her throat is choked, and she hears the sounds -

in a moment, she's at his side, the book set down on the ground like the precious thing it is, and then her arms around him, clinging on tight even if she's trembling, even if more tears sting her eyes and want to be wept out. it's not fair, it's not right - how, why, and she wishes she could go back to this morning and ask Subaru wait, so that they could find them, have spent another hour, minute in their presence. a god's shrine is all but erased from her mind, when things hurt, hurt. Natsume gone, things missing, sleep that doesn't end.

he doesn't need to say a word. she doesn't need to see to sense his grief, so immense it fills the room. they both hurt in different ways, the missing section of their lives in the same shape.

what do they do? what does anyone do?]

6/22, afternoon

[decrypter]

[apart from wishing him happy birthday when they woke and hugging him tight, Helena had asked that he please not come back to the dorms that day until she told him to - it'd ruin the surprise! but in the afternoon, after classes, he'll get a message that he can return now.

in their room, she's set up a plate with an orange roll cake for him - the citrus is in the cake, but the filling is vanilla and sweet. it tastes like summer, and it's all for him.

and there's a card too that she made with help, proclaiming it to be one IOU for a day where she'll agree to anything he wants to do. a whole 24 hours!

it might not be a loud and bright party, but there's no way she'd forget.]