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Amazing 2Minute Sketches, here we go!!
After all, Nyo is still just a baka but also a small inmocent child x3 thanks to her lovely subordinate (where did I wrote down his mame xDkqldkqldjq) she is now at a normal size amd able to see the world from above! How cuteeeee...
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“I’m haunted by fascination with our red-string lines of fate crossing just a little earlier, just a little sooner. what would have happened then? and what now?”
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Imagine being Operator and going to the dorms to relax but suddenly it’s a prison cell.
Hirosaki Naoki never let anyone in.
He shed no tears at the funeral of his cousin, Mitsuki Hironaka. He showed no concern for his younger cousin, Minako. Even with his own mentor, he acted as if he never fully trusted him. He was a loner, or at least he tried to be, but you had other plans in mind the moment that Hibiki had recruited you as one of his disciples as well. Unlike the rest of the disciples, you had no family within the palace, you had no clan. Hibiki had just found you one day on a mission outside the palace and had decided to take you in, however, this also meant you weren't exactly safe from Himari's reign of terror much like everyone else. Luckily, you didn't get it too badly, not when you compare your treatment to that of Akira and Nori and such, but...sometimes you'd do stupid things.
Things like trying to see the best in people when everyone knew that the palace was filled with the worst of the worst, things like showing kindness even though you knew it was basically like showing weakness in a place as dark and heartless as the Palace, but in Naoki's opinion, the worst was when you did things like letting yourself be hurt if it meant protecting others. Like you did a few moments ago, for him.
Luckily, the both of you were no longer living in the Palace but in Star City with your mentor, far away from the horrors. A nice breath of fresh air...at least it was supposed to be...as Naoki looked upon your unconscious form, seeing the bloodied bandage on your shoulder where you had been shot by an arrow from that admittedly sub-par Archer, he couldn't help the sinking feeling in his chest upon realizing that that arrow had been meant for him. It was his fault he hadn't seen it in time but it wasn't his fault that you had decided to push him out of the way and take the hit yourself. This isn't the first time you've done something like this and he doubts that it would be the last but that doesn't ease the feeling in his chest. He had felt it before, he had felt it constantly at the Yamisoka palace.
It was an ugly feeling of undirected rage, mixed with cold despair and worry, as well as guilt and regret so gut wrenching that it would make one want to puke. This feeling left him cripplingly hollow but filled with him emotion all at once. He could never quite put his finger on it, could never find the right word to describe it, but all he knew was that this feeling became rarer the older he got. Yet, whenever he did get it, it seemed to only be if you had gotten hurt. He didn't like this feeling, he didn't like the way you easily stirred it within him even if he never really let it show, and he hated that you didn't even know that you had this effect on him.
As he stared at your unconscious form, he tried to comfort himself with the fact that he could see your chest rise and fall at a steady pace. That you were breathing and that you were alive.
Yet you still looked so dead...so blank without your (e/c) eyes, bright and awake, that betrayed you by showing emotions you tried to keep hidden but you rarely ever did that, you expressed your emotions as freely as you wished. Your mouth, which would curl into a smile with every kill you made or with every cute puppy and kitten you saw, was just an even faced frown, it looked foreign on you. He didn't like it, he didn't like this...for once...Naoki Hirosaki didn't like the silence he so claimed to enjoy. Not when his fellow peer, his partner, was in such a condition before him.
Reaching out his hand to yours, which laid so still at your side, he maneuvered his fingers into softly holding your hand inside your gloved ones. Has your hand always fit so well with his? He wasn't sure, after all, he rarely even liked looking at you...at least that's how he acted. But as he checked your pulse, to bring peace to his mind that you were alive and were going to be okay, he didn't let go of your hand. He just gently held it within his own, his rose gold eyes focused upon your face.
"You didn't have to do that," He murmered in his usual low and even voice, his tone scolding yet there was undertones of worry, "I would've been fine. You've only had training for one year, you shouldn't have done that."
He didn't expect a response but when he heard you groan in pain as you shifted your body a little to try and make yourself comfortable.
"I just got shot with an arrow and you're going to scold me?" You whined tiredly, or maybe you were just annoyed that his lecture was the first thing you heard as you started to regain consciousness.
Quickly bringing his hand back to him, Naoki stood up to his feet and stared at you, his brows furrowed slightly into a glare.
"Yes, I am. You didn't have to do that."
"Yeah, you said that," You chuckled softly before looking at him, "but you know me...You know I'd do anything for you."
"I never asked you to do that." He responded coldly, yet he couldn't deny it...
He couldn't deny the way the ugly feeling left him upon seeing you awake and well. Replaced with a warmer and tender feeling, one that made his heart beat quicken ever so slightly, and made him feel so nervous and exhilarated at the same time. He had never felt this, but much like the ugly feeling, you seemed to have control over this one too. As he saw your sad smile upon your face and your words reached his ears, you know I would do anything for you, it made him...Feel something. Something he couldn't describe.
"You didn't have too. You may not care about me, but I care for you, Hirosaki Naoki." You sighed as you turned your head the other way, scolding yourself for being so bold but then again, the anesthetic hadn't fully worn off so you really didn't care too much right now at the moment.
You didn't notice how Naoki went quiet at your words, at the way he flinched when you said that he didn't care for you in the most non-nonchalant and confident way possible, as if it was a fact that was concrete in your mind. He's not sure what possessed him to do what he did next, but he wasn't sure what he was thinking as he walked closer to your bed, leaning down towards you as his hand reached for his mask. You didn't notice him until his other hand rested itself on the bed, the shifting of the weight catching your attention and making you look back at him, only to stare in slight shock as he pulled down his mask and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
It was soft and gentle and warm, something you never expected from someone so hardened, rude, and cold...yet here he was, kissing your forehead with the loving intentions of a mother but when he pulled back, his hand once more lifting his mask to cover half of his face once more, the way his rose gold eyes stared into your (e/c) eyes told you that maybe...maybe he was capable of softer, more deeper emotions than what he displayed.
"Whoever said I didn't care about you?" He asked you, but he didn't wait for a response.
Turning on his heel, his hands folded neatly behind his back, he walked away. Leaving the both of you flustered and confused by his out-of-character actions.
Hirosaki Naoki never let anyone in.
He shut everyone out, keeping his heart shielded from the world that had hurt him so badly....
But you seemed to sneak past his walls with your usual stealth, knocked down whatever stone stood in your way between him and you, and much like how you jumped in to take that arrow for yourself rather then let it hit him, you did something oh-so terribly stupid like you usually did but now, this time, it was something he couldn't fix...it was something he didn't want to fix.
"You made me fall in love." He thought to himself, his hand rubbing his other hand that he had used to check your pulse, remembering the way that yours had fit so well when he held it.
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