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[ Picture this. Bright blue skies, a beautiful day, and a plump yellow ball of a canary bird is circling around, singing the school anthem so loudly anyone can hear it.
And it's so obvious who the bird belongs to, because it dips low, swoops in through the open windows of Hibari's private council room, and it trills excitedly - Hibari! Hibari!.
And maybe. Just maybe, if you're visiting him for tea/anything else/fulfillment of a death wish and happened to be at the doorway (where he's lounging on a tatami mat and against a low table, legs stretched out and himself dressed in a simple, loose yukata. Very obviously not expecting anyone that this time. ), you'd actually see a rare, rare smile. Not the one that he bares seconds before he bites you to death, but a genuine one, and only to the bird currently perched on his table, who's still delightedly trilling at him.
Come on in and say hello. ]
And it's so obvious who the bird belongs to, because it dips low, swoops in through the open windows of Hibari's private council room, and it trills excitedly - Hibari! Hibari!.
And maybe. Just maybe, if you're visiting him for tea/anything else/fulfillment of a death wish and happened to be at the doorway (where he's lounging on a tatami mat and against a low table, legs stretched out and himself dressed in a simple, loose yukata. Very obviously not expecting anyone that this time. ), you'd actually see a rare, rare smile. Not the one that he bares seconds before he bites you to death, but a genuine one, and only to the bird currently perched on his table, who's still delightedly trilling at him.
Come on in and say hello. ]