[ ichiro is... in the kitchen. that's usually where he is after long trials - you can almost always tell because it smells like something's cooking.
he and kon did plenty of meal prep on monday, so at least he doesn't have to do a lot, but - making food is pretty hard with one arm. even so, he's stirring what looks like a pot of udon noodles with his good hand, and when he looks up and spots beau, he gives her a little smile. ]
You're not the bad guy. This shitty place is the bad guy. Not you. We had a stupid overlord voice in our stupid field trip - Ichinose named him Tanaka, so I've been cussing at him when I don't feel good about this garbage school. Fucking Tanaka.
[ fuckin tanaka!
anyway yeah he's just gonna hug her like this for a while, now, resting his chin on top of her head and giving them a little rock. ichiro's good at hugs, even one armed. ]
We can just agree that shit sucks, and we don't wanna see each other getting hurt by it anymore.
there's a beat, and he kisses the top of her head, and then just kind of lingers there for a long moment.
ichiro's someone who is usually good with his words. it's kind of his thing - but in situations like this, it feels like he struggles. he's a sincere, compassionate guy, and always has been, but the little things like getting the weight of that sincerity out are sometimes harder than they seem. especially in a situation like this, where the world is so fucking heavy and it feels like all you can do is try to help someone else lighten the load. ]
...y'know, you really did a lot for me this week. [ is what he finally decides to say, voice soft. ] I was feeling like shit, and if it wasn't for you pulling me aside like that, I think I would've gone somewhere pretty dark. Dunno if I ever really said thank you, but - thank you.
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anyway at some point, beau goes to look for ichiro specifically. where he at.]
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he and kon did plenty of meal prep on monday, so at least he doesn't have to do a lot, but - making food is pretty hard with one arm. even so, he's stirring what looks like a pot of udon noodles with his good hand, and when he looks up and spots beau, he gives her a little smile. ]
...hey, Beau.
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[she's - in a weird mood. muted, kind of. but she comes over to him, and rests her hand on his back.]
... Worried about you.
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he doesn't shy away from the touch, really, turning his head to look down at her proper and gives her a little smile. ]
...Everyone in trial was saying that we might be cursed. [ ... ] ... I don't know. I don't feel... Don't really feel like me, I guess.
[ francy said its allowed to start fading a little after trial at least so he seems a bit more cognizant. ] Sorry for freaking you out...
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[she wraps her arms around him from behind? like he's a teddy bear.]
It's okay. Just want this place to stop fucking with you.
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he huffs, a little, though, looking down at her hands before he sets his spoon down and gently covers her hands with one of his. ]
...me too. But - I'd rather it be me than someone else, you know...? Used to always be my motto - I'm strong.
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[she says, exhausted, voice watery.]
You don't always have to be, that - you don't have to take the brunt of shit just because you are, shut up.
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he just turns around in her arms if she'll let him and drapes over the top of her head. he can't hug super well like this but he's gonna try ]
...you're the one who keeps having to take the brunt of shit, here. [ a squeeze. ] 'm sorry, Beau.
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S'okay. [...] I can be the bad guy if people need it.
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[ fuckin tanaka!
anyway yeah he's just gonna hug her like this for a while, now, resting his chin on top of her head and giving them a little rock. ichiro's good at hugs, even one armed. ]
We can just agree that shit sucks, and we don't wanna see each other getting hurt by it anymore.
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[she says after a minute, closing her eyes. she's really just standing here trying not to yartz, actually, sorry ichiro.]
Yeah. We can agree on that.
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there's a beat, and he kisses the top of her head, and then just kind of lingers there for a long moment.
ichiro's someone who is usually good with his words. it's kind of his thing - but in situations like this, it feels like he struggles. he's a sincere, compassionate guy, and always has been, but the little things like getting the weight of that sincerity out are sometimes harder than they seem. especially in a situation like this, where the world is so fucking heavy and it feels like all you can do is try to help someone else lighten the load. ]
...y'know, you really did a lot for me this week. [ is what he finally decides to say, voice soft. ] I was feeling like shit, and if it wasn't for you pulling me aside like that, I think I would've gone somewhere pretty dark. Dunno if I ever really said thank you, but - thank you.