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[ Hmmm. He wants to say right here is good enough, but even if they block the entrance, the walls are still glass even if they're intermittently blocked by ticking clock hands. He's quiet as he stars out of the window, past the courtyard to the building way in the back with its boarded up windows. ]

The dorm would be too far, huh?

[I am a dumb bitch and forgot it was Sunday when I wrote this but that's so cute, wow, can't believe Lucifer immediately forgets about the blood because he's too busy laughing with joy.]

This is a pleasant surprise! I'll admit, I had forgotten my birthday... thank you all very much.

[And he'll just take the tiramisu and blow the candle out, and while on normal occasions Lucifer isn't one to put much stock into wishing on birthday tiramisu... he's just silently wishing that his brothers are okay after The Incident.]

( wow, really? here? in this dusty-ass, uncomfortable-ass, tiny-ass room? he's lucky he didn't say it out loud smh...

she follows his gaze to the building in the back, and pauses. right, there's been some rumors of the dorms needing rework, and possible fundraisers... she looks at him. she looks at the dorms. she looks back at him. )

Weeeeell! I can't go there quite yet, but if, say, we did start a fundraiser to help them renovate the dorms and make them available... ( she places both hands on his chest, smiling up at him like the good, little kouhai that she is! ) Senpai would surely help us out, right? ( an easy way to rope him into doing host club duties...

anyway, she wants a normal bed! and a shower!! ) If he did, I'd reward him lots. ~ A dorm room seems like just the right place, after all.

[ his brothers... cries, happy birthday, Lucifer... ]

Hehe~ You've been working hard, but we would never ever forget!

[ The group gathers around him in a little circle and sing him happy birthday while he eats his birthday tiramisu. ]

[ ?? it's this or a corner of the library where they wouldn't have to worry about being quiet

He looks down at her, down further at her hands on his chest, back up. ]

I... sure. It's about season for fresh fruit, so you can sign me up for making stuffed cupcakes.

[ They're going to need to sell so many cupcakes to raise enough money but he won't say that out loud and dash Rika's hopes and dreams. ]

( AND TRAUMATIZE THE LITTLE GHOST??? ori... that's so cruel... )

... suuure, cupcakes. ( they are... Not doing that. that's so lame, and definitely won't be able to bring in enough money. not to mention the effort... she'd probably have to work on it, too...

eugh. )

By the way, Senpai, you're the soccer club captain, right? So you should have some abs... ( is she gonna shamelessly lift his shirt up to look at his stomach? yes. maybe they can make a fanservice calendar! if she ropes izumi in, chiaki would probably fund the whole thing by herself. )

[Noooooo he loves his cultists so much, if anyone hurts them he will cause murder to happen

Lucifer's not really someone who can be moved to tears with song or whatever but he's definitely got this look like, he's absolutely thrilled, and he's also trying not to be embarrassed about being put on the spot like this. Is he blushing? Yes he sure is.]

Honestly, you all never cease to impress me somehow.

[:')]

[ She can close her eyes! They can wait until after midnight when she's busy hunting for fingernails. ]

Wha— hey!

[ Anyways... yeah... yeah. He has abs, an athlete's body, not flawless skin like Izumi's— which Chiaki would very likely fund the entire thing herself if she could buy out their entire stock of Izumi calendars— but one covered in old, healed scars here and there, that could be excused as soccer injuries if soccer players carried knives to their matches. Normal high school scars. ]

( NOT ROKKUN STAYING IN SCHOOL OVERNIGHT AGAIN )

... ( ah. nice.

she stares for a moment, taking it in, then nods. yeah, that'd sell. something for people with her tastes, and then izumi for chiaki to fund them, and she has a few more candidates in mind, to fill in the months nicely... ah. and she has komaeda's camera!! )

Waaaah, too bad we don't have instagram here... If I took selfies with Senpai shirtless, that'd boost my following... ( sigh... sigh!! anyway, now that she's done complaining about it, she moves her free hand to touch one of the scars, curious. ) ... soccer seems pointier than I remember it to be, judging by these...

[ Praise from senpai... It's honestly always nice to hear, but especially when the whole imp thing had gotten out of their hands despite their best attempts at getting rid of them, but maybe that's impressive in its own right. ]

I'm glad... You were looking kinda down the other day, senpai, so I was hoping we could cheer you up!

[ The light touch on his skin makes him shiver, and he pulls his shirt down ]

Soccer cleats can hurt... Anyways, you're not going to take pictures of me shirtless.

[ He doesn't want to be perceived, thanks. Not like this. ]

Besides, it'd be better if it were you.

Aww.

( she pouts, withdrawing her hand. )

Well, obviously it'd be better if it was me. ( and she strikes a pose, smiling up at him. ) Buuuut... it'd be way easier for me to strongarm 12 boys into doing a calendar than girls, 'cause boys suck and can't say no to me.

( and also she doesn't want to disrespect girls... whereas dudes are like, whatever. )

Can you name 12 boys who would be calendar material?

[ All girls are cute, but boys? eh ]

( He doesn't have it yet.

Natsume's brow furrows as Hiro makes it, and it stays that way a moment longer when he meets his eyes. Trust... )

...I wanted to earn yours easiLY. That's the only reason I said she and I were already FRIENDS.

( He curls his fingers over the invisible mark slightly, pursing his lips. A soft exhale, through his nose. Natsume doesn't like it, but he's different than he was two years ago - he doesn't like thinking about what and who exactly changed him like this.

So, softer: ) And by being friends with YOU, I hoped to become better friends with HER. She seems like she knows someTHING, and I thought she'd might be more willing to part with information if we were cloSER.

( He twitches his fingers, then reverses his and Hiro's hands so he can write the "trust" symbol on Hiro's palm this time, cradling his hope meat cooling pad against his shoulder. )

Umm, let's see... Senpai, Izumi-senpai, Hajun... Ran-tan... Imp-kyun... maybe Noemoah... ? Oh, maybe Sai-kyun...

( and then the realization hits her... )

Oh my God... THERE'S NOT ENOUGH HOT DUDES AROUND TO FILL OUT A CALENDAR!!!!!!

( screamed out, of course, very dramatically. she falls to her knees. it's over. )

[ He has no idea who half these people are but she was able to name more than half a dozen and that's impressive. With himself discounted, they'd be able to double up and fill the months. ]

Haha... Hot guys are out there. You should ask your friend, Chiaki. An artist has an eye for beautiful people, after all.

( with himself counted in because she's ready to grovel for cooperation? listen. )

Oh, I already know what Chiakkin would say. "Just fill the remaining pages with Izumi!!" is the line. ( ... ) Which, don't get me wrong, Izumi-senpai's plenty attractive, just not my type! We need variety!!

( we need... an athlete with sexy murderscars. looks at him. )

I guess... we could do a 6/6 split with boys and girls... ( rubs chin... )

It's sweet of you to be so concerned. It's nothing to be too worried about, however. [Why the fuck you lyiiin'.] I'm sure I've told you about my troublemaker brothers before, haven't I? They're up to no good again, undoubtedly...

[Just eat your cake, old man.]

[ So it was that sort of lie. Lying to be friends with him, in order to be friends with her, in order to get information from her because of her position. In the end, it had nothing to do with them as people. In the end, he... it wouldn't have... he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up.

It makes him feel numb, that he can't even appreciate Natsume's honesty, or what it means that he's admitting this to him. The hand that Natsume takes is limp, with no effort to hold it up so that when Natsume finishes tracing out that symbol he had held so close to his heart and lets go, his hand drops to his side.

Head bowed, he can feel the tears prick and well from behind his eyes, but he won't let them fall. If he doesn't blink, if he stares hard at the ground and doesn't blink, they won't fall and he's not crying. ]

( He should've just kept lying. Life was easier when he was just turned fifteen, thought normal peoples' feelings didn't matter compared to his own, and didn't have any silly realizations about that.

Natsume reaches for Hiro's hand again — his wrist, actually. Despite it being closer to Hiro, it feels less intimate a gesture. )

...I'm having to apologize to both of YOU. ( And Natsume doesn't like apologies - he doesn't like having to admit when he's wrong - but a magician is meant to guide others to happiness, and he's fully aware he hasn't done either of them that service. He can already feel the scolding he'd be getting if any of his seniors were here— ) Neither of you have to accept my apoloGIES, but I do mean THEM.

( Natsume lets the hope meat slide off onto the ground, nary a flinch when it fwumps there, and lets Hiro's wrist go — he scoots back some, but he isn't leaving; he's just giving Hiro space. )

I want to start oVER, ( quiet, ) and become good friends with YOU, Hiro-kun. Maya-chan, too. Not for informaTION, but because I... like talking to you TWO.

[ looks back at her ]

How are you going to narrow it down to six girls, though?

[ That's even tougher than finding 12 boys ]

It hurts but I can move them.

[ Nanami responds plainly, holding her hand still. The pain she felt causes her to twitch slightly in respond however she seems to keep herself... From moving easy enough. There is a distinct frown that is splayed across her lips. ]

This is going to make playing games hard for a little while... Isnt it?

( ...

............... )

Hey, you wanna get smacked around?

( he should be saying the only girl cute enough for the calendar is HER!!! )

"Too worried," but we're still gonna worry, you know? 'cause it's you.

[ They do perk up about Lucifer's troublemaker brothers, though, with the sort of interest you get when your parents mention some cousin or another and wonder what they've been up to. ]

I remember you talking about your brothers! It always sounded so lively... Anything we can help with? They're not in jail, are they?

[ It would have been better if he'd kept lying, if he'd let Hiro live in ignorance, but Maya was always telling him to open his eyes and not to look away— it's that strength of hers that he struggles with, when he has to curl in on himself while he listens to Natsume speak, to press his eyes against his knees and hope he can lift his head with dry eyes, there aren't tears if he doesn't wipe them away.

Knees to his chest, head to his knees, he stares sideways at Natsume, at that hand that had taken his wrist and then left it feeling cold once he let go. He opens his mouth to speak, but there is no sound, just lips forming the word "Why?" not knowing if Natsume even sees. Talking with Hiro in particular is an ordeal, he knows that, he knows that he isn't interesting, that he can't offer anything, that he wouldn't be a good friend. He can see Maya and Natsume getting along, though. Two bold people with strong opinions. She probably already knew his intentions, right from the start, and warned him not to get in too deep with Natsume Sakasaki. He should have listened to her. But he was lonely, and he yearned for a friend... still does. ]

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