nazuna steps behind him, into the handicrafts room, and inhales. it's an immediate hit of nostalgia. this room was his home, for two years: the club was always valkyrie's paradise, their heaven. itsuki had described it that way, before eichi, before even mika, when it was just the two of them, alone. the two worthy to be the sovereigns of yumenosaki. nazuna had never really understood why shu chose him, but he'd lifted him out of his self consciousness and brought him to a higher level, made him feel wanted, beautiful--
terrified. nervous. worthy and worthless all at once.
nazuna and shu have been through a lot, in this room. he has to quash the immediate feeling to shut his mouth, and just lets the nostalgic smell of fray-check and vintage fabric wash over him for a moment, inhaling as he watches itsuki move in front of him. it's the same as ever, meticulously organized, familiar, and if he closes his eyes, he can hear mika chattering at him, a silly, stumbling first year who deserved so much better than what he got.
he sighs. it's soft, but it's fond. ] What are you working on? [ and he knows its lame small talk, but.. he needs a minute to confront this properly. ]
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nazuna steps behind him, into the handicrafts room, and inhales. it's an immediate hit of nostalgia. this room was his home, for two years: the club was always valkyrie's paradise, their heaven. itsuki had described it that way, before eichi, before even mika, when it was just the two of them, alone. the two worthy to be the sovereigns of yumenosaki. nazuna had never really understood why shu chose him, but he'd lifted him out of his self consciousness and brought him to a higher level, made him feel wanted, beautiful--
terrified. nervous. worthy and worthless all at once.
nazuna and shu have been through a lot, in this room. he has to quash the immediate feeling to shut his mouth, and just lets the nostalgic smell of fray-check and vintage fabric wash over him for a moment, inhaling as he watches itsuki move in front of him. it's the same as ever, meticulously organized, familiar, and if he closes his eyes, he can hear mika chattering at him, a silly, stumbling first year who deserved so much better than what he got.
he sighs. it's soft, but it's fond. ] What are you working on? [ and he knows its lame small talk, but.. he needs a minute to confront this properly. ]