[[Sorry this is kind of short. :V I took out a flashback that'll probablyyy go in my next post, so expect another one soonish.]]

Silence. Makoto was sure he’d be able to hear if someone sneezed in Kyoto. He thought he did hear it, almost soundless, carrying itself hundreds of miles just to taunt him, telling him that a place like Kyoto-a safe haven ( Read more... )

[[I'm really sorry it took me so long to post again, but I'm going to try and get back into the swing of things now. |D sorry if this sucks because I wrote it like over 2 months durrr.]]

Makoto had been at the dock for a long time now - thirty, forty, maybe even fifty minutes - for no particular reason, because he knew there was no reason to be here ( Read more... )

It was the weekly football watching session at Yuki’s; a bunch of people were there, all grouped up together, staring at the screen as if it was the most amazing thing ever. And it kind of was, because it was football. The Yokohama Marinos were playing against the Urawa Red Diamonds; the Marinos were winning, obviously, because they were Makoto’s ( Read more... )

“Your father” (she made sure to say ‘father’ and not ‘dad’ as some desperate attempt to make the idea of him more formal - more unreachable) “is a bad man. He cheated. No man should cheat.” Haru Kokubo said this with a smile, her voice sounding sweet, like it was coated in the sugar from pixie sticks, even though the reasoning behind it was ( Read more... )

It wasn’t the same.

Makoto stood in his room, back against the door, hand tugging at the handle, as if the sight frightened him.

It kind of did, but he didn't know why. It was just his room. Small and cramped.

Clothes were strewn everywhere. Hangers, broken, littered the floor. Boxes, full of crap from when he was just a kid, had been tossed aside ( Read more... )

“You’re dead.”

The headset had slipped halfway down Makoto’s head during the game (including a battle that lasted five minutes), but he didn’t bother to slide it back up. Haruka’s voice was muffled into his hair. He called back to her, “That was cheap.”

He let go of the mouse when he recognised defeat, a whole ten seconds after his character had ( Read more... )