“I dunno how ya put up with ‘em, Aragaki-san. I haven’t a damn clue about half the shit those guys are talkin’ about and the other half makes me think it’s DnD or somethin’.”
The young French teenager grumbled a little into her ramen, slurping quietly at the noodles before glancing over at the group near the back of the shop. Then she looked back at her bowl and let out a soft sigh.
“Jeez… I wonder if they realize the whole freakin’ shop can hear ‘em.”
A steady beat, almost like a heartbeat, thrummed through silver and blue hallways. Various broken dolls and figurines were scattered on the floor, the heads cracked, but the hair very visibly blonde.
A distinct, yellow-eyed figure elegantly sat on a seat in the middle of the very first room, a leg crossed over the other underneath her elaborate yet professional dress. Long, blonde hair was tied up in a tight braided bun, revealing faint scarring by her ears. She stood up, heels clacking on the floor and a grin on her freckled face as her eyes gleamed.
“So you’ve come. Now we can get started. Shall we~?”
All sound rumbling through the hallways abruptly cut off, leaving silence and any noise the team was making.
“Welcome to my reality. Where the defective trash comes and goes, everyone speaks and yet no one hears. Will you climb to the top and collect your obligation? I wonder about that… Have fun taking out the trash~!”
Without another word, the Shadow disappeared with a barking laugh, echoing through the chillingly silent hallways of what seemed to be a twisted amalgamation of a school and a bakery.
oh. oh, oh, o h. wow, that’s—-alright, it wasn’t exactly what he was expecting. and holy shit is she fired up. there’s a gleam of appreciation hiding somewhere in his soul, but he holds his hands out in surrender. while that touches his heart, he doesn’t wanna get her upset over this.
“hey—-hey, calm down, becks. don’t—-don’t worry about them, okay? a little bit of shit talking doesn’t hurt my feelings.”
—-much.
“It might not hurt your feelings but they’re still asshats for talkin’ like that!”
Rebecca let out a fiery huff, her eyes blazing sapphires as she wrapped her arms around Yosuke’s torso, clinging somewhat like a koala.
“I wanna give ‘em a good punch in the teeth. You’re a huge sweetie pie and they can just fous le camps. Maybe even mange de la merde too.”
Then she started muttering various things in French, huffing once in a while.
came up to me today sayin’ that ‘Hanamura’s no good’ and that I need to ‘get away from him ASAP’. I just kinda stared at her for a good three minutes before she finally got to the point and tried to tell me some bullshit about how Hanamura-kun’s got his eye on ‘Kasumi’.”
“I kinda just ‘I don’t know who the fuck Kasumi is. Why do you care?’ and she got all huffy at me like I’m supposed to be appreciative that she’s tryin’ to shove a wedge between me and Hanamura-kun. ‘Well I was just trying to help!!’ she said and ‘hmphed’ and left.”
Rebecca grumbled various French swears as she plonked her forehead on the table.
“If I had known there’d be a morceau de merde tryin’ to be a dipfuck once a week, I would’ve tackled Hanamura-kun sooner! I’ve seen some fuckin’ pricks at my old school but those people take the entire fuckin’ cactus.”
“Did y’all know that Yosuke Hanamura is really cute? No? Well I’m tellin’ ya now! He’s super cute and sweet!”
“oh cool—! glad it wasn’t a pain to read or anything.”
HE looks at her, eyes wide and confused when she tugs him down ( but he follows the motion anyway, making himself as small as he can for her ), and immediately lights up ( bright red flooding his face, shooting up his neck and coloring his ears ) like a christmas tree.
“y–y—you’re welcome!”
HEsqueaks out, moves to cover his mouth but tries to smile at the same time ( it’s a tight lipped, funny looking smile ).
“l–let me know if you need anything else okay!”
IS running away an okay thing to do? he’s really tempted to run and hide for a while ( mainly because he feels like he’s about to spontaneouslycombust ).
Oh no, he was so cute… The flush across her cheeks brought out her freckles rather well. Rebecca giggled at the squeak and the smile he gave her.
“I will! I’ll definitely let you know, Hanamura-kun!”
Gently, she let his uniform go, smile as bright as ever as she stood up straight.
“Maybe we could study together after school sometime? Th-That way we can keep up with the notes without an issue, a-and we can quiz each other!”
Rebecca was rather nervous that Yosuke wouldn’t go for it. She really wanted to tell him how she felt but… She was scared. So she’d take it a little bit at a time.
She giggled again, before becoming somber once again.
“Y’know, you don’t have to confess at school. Sure, it’s the stereotypical thing, but it’s not something you have to do. Just ask him to meet you somewhere. And be honest and sincere. If your feelings are genuine and I know they are, it should be obvious. It’s true he might not believe you and be wary, but you know what you feel. And if he gets to know you, he’ll see it too.”
“But he’s always with the person he’s got his eye on, his group of friends, or working after school! I don’t wanna… be a bother, y’know? He’s always working hard…”
The French girl let out a quiet sigh, sipping at her coffee for a moment.
“I tried leaving a note in his shoe locker to invite him to talk somewhere after school one time, but he never showed up or mentioned he even got it… So I kind of just… stayed at a distance ‘cause of that.”
That had been a while ago, Rebecca never forgot it. She had kept her small crush to herself until she had the chance to talk to Rise about it after all.
“Did you seriously just say dokis out loud?” She was full on giggling at how cute Rebecca was.
“Well, I won’t pretend. If he does like someone else and rejects you, it probably will hurt. However, holding back those emotions can hurt too,” she spoke. What a hypocrite. She hadn’t confessed to Souji yet.
“In this world, there are endless possibilities. And sometimes, you just have to leap whether or not you’re caught. You just have to let yourself fall. If you shy away from everything you want in life, you’ll only be asking yourself: What if I had done that? You can’t answer that question, if you don’t try!”
“I-Isn’t that the word for it? ‘Dokis’?”
Rebecca let out a huffing noise before looking up at her schoolmate, cheeks still pink.
“I’ll try but… There are people who’re really mean to him for no reason and… What if he thinks I’m not serious because of that? Like… People are just expecting me to understand why he’s supposedly a bad person but…
I don’t. He’s kind and sweet and I don’t understand why some people treat him like he’s satan or something.”
It always made her very sad to see that as well. She didn’t know why it happened, only that it was very mean. She didn’t much like the girl in the green jacket as a result.
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