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Characters: Black★Star, Tsubaki Nakatsukasa
Location: Their House.
Rating: PG.
Time: November 17th, 9pm.
Description: After sneaking home early from the clinic, Black★Star ends up having a late night encounter with his mildly-estranged partner.
Truth be told, the injuries that Black★Star had sustained during the course of the Kishin Egg attack on the city ought to have made it necessary for him to stay in the clinic for a much longer stretch of time. It was a slow process, however - having Guest medics treating him, even with special abilities, took a considerable amount of time for somebody whose body housed a Soul Wavelength as huge as his. They were only little, after all. In the end he figured he'd waited long enough, and he'd always recovered quickly through natural healing as is. It's not as if anyone there was strong enough to actually keep him from leaving anyway.
The only place left for him to go, though, was his house. The one he shared with Tsubaki. After the night before... facing her again left him with extremely mixed feelings. She'd saved him. Again. But more importantly driven home that he needed her, and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. Sure, together they were unstoppable... but was he just the one supplying the wavelength for her? The girl was amazing. It felt almost insulting that she humbled herself so much in front of him when she was clearly exceptional. Hell, she wasn't even like normal Weapons. She was like four Weapons in one. He was just a Meister with a big soul. Hell, once upon a time she'd even said that she was using him and he'd chosen to disbelieve her instead.
Then again, Black★Star had never been known for deep contemplation. Or much of an emotional capacity. To him it was a mess of feelings that he was stowing away for now. All he knew is that he needed her, and on the one hand that annoyed him, but on the other he was kind of okay with that. It was Tsubaki, after all. Even considering his gigantic inferiority complex, there was noone else he could share his stage with. Nobody understood him like she did.
In the end, he'd been relieved to find that she wasn't home. Perhaps she'd gone looking for him and missed him leaving the clinic? He had no idea. The simplest solution to the whole issue for the time being, though, was to make a beeline for their bedroom and slide onto his futon. He wasn't tired even remotely, but resting on his back and feigning sleep, arms folded behind his head, was enough to put his mind at ease at least temporarily.
They'd both come out alive. Ultimately, that's all that he had really wanted.
Location: Their House.
Rating: PG.
Time: November 17th, 9pm.
Description: After sneaking home early from the clinic, Black★Star ends up having a late night encounter with his mildly-estranged partner.
Truth be told, the injuries that Black★Star had sustained during the course of the Kishin Egg attack on the city ought to have made it necessary for him to stay in the clinic for a much longer stretch of time. It was a slow process, however - having Guest medics treating him, even with special abilities, took a considerable amount of time for somebody whose body housed a Soul Wavelength as huge as his. They were only little, after all. In the end he figured he'd waited long enough, and he'd always recovered quickly through natural healing as is. It's not as if anyone there was strong enough to actually keep him from leaving anyway.
The only place left for him to go, though, was his house. The one he shared with Tsubaki. After the night before... facing her again left him with extremely mixed feelings. She'd saved him. Again. But more importantly driven home that he needed her, and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. Sure, together they were unstoppable... but was he just the one supplying the wavelength for her? The girl was amazing. It felt almost insulting that she humbled herself so much in front of him when she was clearly exceptional. Hell, she wasn't even like normal Weapons. She was like four Weapons in one. He was just a Meister with a big soul. Hell, once upon a time she'd even said that she was using him and he'd chosen to disbelieve her instead.
Then again, Black★Star had never been known for deep contemplation. Or much of an emotional capacity. To him it was a mess of feelings that he was stowing away for now. All he knew is that he needed her, and on the one hand that annoyed him, but on the other he was kind of okay with that. It was Tsubaki, after all. Even considering his gigantic inferiority complex, there was noone else he could share his stage with. Nobody understood him like she did.
In the end, he'd been relieved to find that she wasn't home. Perhaps she'd gone looking for him and missed him leaving the clinic? He had no idea. The simplest solution to the whole issue for the time being, though, was to make a beeline for their bedroom and slide onto his futon. He wasn't tired even remotely, but resting on his back and feigning sleep, arms folded behind his head, was enough to put his mind at ease at least temporarily.
They'd both come out alive. Ultimately, that's all that he had really wanted.