”I said, pay attention to me, lover boy!” Akira repeats, waving a hand in front of the oblivious detective’s face. His whole body angles and demeanor shifts towards one Kuroba Kaito, some feet away at another café table.
She sighs then, leaning back in her chair. The telepath waves a hand.
“Honestly, if you’re so hopelessly obsessed, go over and actually talk to him!! The worst he could do is reject you.”
“Don’t you think that rejection from a classmate could be, I don’t know, terrible? And make everything in my life more complicated? Especially when you consider the other factors…"
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Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Taking Akira’s hand, Hakuba pulled her along the winding pathway to the hedge maze, roses abloom all around them. “Come along, Akira-kun, please…” the detective desperately pleaded, though he wondered if it was hopeless. She and Emi somehow always knew what he was planning anyway, but he had to try.
Finally, he stopped at a covered gazebo and pulled her inside, panting, and took a seat on the bench inside. “This… this is the place, I think… where I’ll ask her if she’ll come home with me to London… Do… Do you think this will work? I mean, make the confession, ask her to come home with me? For the holidays, I mean. God, I’m so nervous!”
“Well it’s about time! I thought you were gonna skip out on me again,” Akira groused, pulling her good friend into the pit of hell ie the hot yoga classroom.
“I can’t tell you how many times I thought about doing so… Are you sure that this is such a good idea? I always get too much attention…"
It wasn’t actually true. Despite not having gone to the hot yoga sessions nearly often enough, the class had long since gotten over their shock at seeing the minor celebrity, even in his hot yoga pants.
Akira jerked away from Hakuba’s touch, though to her vision it was not her best friend who was reaching out sympathetically, but a gray blur of fear and death and grief sent to take her, to take her back to the nothingness, to when she was everything and nothing at once, unable to speak and yet able to see all.
Tears streamed down her face, and she felt bile in the back of her throat and so help her God if whatever jammed in her throat didn’t get out in two seconds- but of course, no nurse appeared in the split second it took for Akira to vomit into her breathing tube and that was a bad fucking idea Akira because now you can’t breathe hardly at all and you’re breathing vomit and you might die because of this after surviving a car crash that put you in a fucking coma.
[HELP. HELP!]
The teenager steeled himself, making the split second decision to go full on detective mode. He’d had limited field medical training, he could handle this. He chased down and fought criminals for God’s sakes; he could do this. With one second to take a deep breath, Hakuba put himself to work, reaching down to pry the breathing tube from her. Thank god he’d read about it before and had seen other nurses complete the procedure, so he had a general idea of how it was done.
It was messy work, though, and while Hakuba cared very much more for Akira’s life, he couldn’t help but worry that there would be more trouble from the resultant liquids. Still, he got it out, tossed it aside, reached for her arm and her back and rolled her onto her side so that it wouldn’t all end up back in her lungs. “Cough, Akira-kun… go ahead, cough it out, get it all out on the mattress, it’s fine, you’re fine."
Arms trembling, he thumped her back, trying to ignore all of the warning sounds from the various machinery in the room. Surely, a nurse was on her way. Surely, someone would come and help. He prayed as he desperately tried to help her that he was doing what he should have done. Urging her, staying close, ready to find something to suction out her lungs if he had to and god knows he would.
Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Hakuba hefted a sigh, chin supported by his hand, elbow on the window ledge. Emi was gone. They’d done everything to save her. Everything. Risking life and limb to rescue her, tapping out all of their resources and contacts, exhausting every avenue, but they’d been too late. She was dead. Completely, utterly, inescapably lifeless and broken.
It was hard for the detective, trying to hold back the tears and the emotions that broiled in his heart, but he had to. Akira was left having to deal with that silence, now, and though he didn’t entirely understand all of the complicated implications of this, he knew that she was hurting. He could feel that much. It was why he couldn’t even bring himself to look at her. God, it hurt.
It hurt, it hurt, and he wondered if his heart would ever mend. He wondered if he even wanted it to. How could someone like her integrate herself into their lives only to leave? Did she know that it would tear through them with such violence? That it would do so much damage?
He put his arm around Akira, pulling her close in an attempt to quell those little choking sobs that she was trying so hard to hold in. They still had a lot of work to do. So much to hide. So much to talk about and sort through and deal with, but neither of them wanted to move. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. It’s not as though any of them were particularly new to death, even, but… but the pain had never been this personal, this fresh before.
It didn’t feel real.
When she responded to his touch, curling into him instead of away, Hakuba turned to her, too. He wrapped his other arm around her and rested his chin on the top of her head, like he always did with Emi, eyes closing to shut out the sterile hallway in front of the coroner’s office.
“…what are we going to do?” he asked, voice breaking through his hoarse whisper.
