Cold
cold; drabble; pg; hana, yoite
"I have a favor to ask."
Yoite's voice is always very small and very careful, and there's a sharp edge that runs along it that always sounds as if he's about to break. It's a voice that will always catch Hanabusa's attention, no matter how busy she is, or what she happens to be doing.
He never asks for favors. The air feels very cold.
"Anything."
"Can you tell me..."
She waits exactly ten seconds. "Yoite?"
"Can you say, 'I forgive you'?"
Hana's voice is also small, but somehow all-encompassing. It envelops him whole, sinks inside his pores and warms him to the bones. It's airy like bells, and it almost feels like he's allowed to hear it, when she speaks kindly to him. It makes his chest ache. It reminds him of someone, although he doesn't know how he would know that.
"Yoite." She says his name very carefully, and Yoite looks over to her.
"I forgive you."
Wordlessly, beautifully, Yoite's eyes immediately well up. He pulls down his hat and tries to pretend his gaze isn't clouding over, but there's a telltale shudder to his shoulders. By the time Yoite's sank down onto all fours and weeping aloud, for reasons he can't explain, Hana touches a soft hand to his shoulder. He doesn't even shrug it off.
And she never asks.
"I have a favor to ask."
Yoite's voice is always very small and very careful, and there's a sharp edge that runs along it that always sounds as if he's about to break. It's a voice that will always catch Hanabusa's attention, no matter how busy she is, or what she happens to be doing.
He never asks for favors. The air feels very cold.
"Anything."
"Can you tell me..."
She waits exactly ten seconds. "Yoite?"
"Can you say, 'I forgive you'?"
Hana's voice is also small, but somehow all-encompassing. It envelops him whole, sinks inside his pores and warms him to the bones. It's airy like bells, and it almost feels like he's allowed to hear it, when she speaks kindly to him. It makes his chest ache. It reminds him of someone, although he doesn't know how he would know that.
"Yoite." She says his name very carefully, and Yoite looks over to her.
"I forgive you."
Wordlessly, beautifully, Yoite's eyes immediately well up. He pulls down his hat and tries to pretend his gaze isn't clouding over, but there's a telltale shudder to his shoulders. By the time Yoite's sank down onto all fours and weeping aloud, for reasons he can't explain, Hana touches a soft hand to his shoulder. He doesn't even shrug it off.
And she never asks.