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[rollin]

residential area some apartment idk

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info
name Misaki Yata (八田美咲 Yata Misaki)
canon K Project
age & birthday 20, July 20
height 166.9 cm no really (5'6")
inventory

• Cerevice (usually worn as a watch)
• crow CYbuddy
• his (gross) clothes (FROM THE 90s)
• watch
• skateboard with HOMRA decal on underside
• hoverboard (looks like his skateboard... ONLY IT HOVERS)
• headphones
• music player
• metal baseball bat
• penguin CYbuddy
• pot of forget-me-nots
• a marimo plant
• a crowbar
• a ton of beanies (why)
• a book on how to talk to girls (why)

Permissions and first impressions here. His app is here. Yata does a lot of stupid shit but is most known for riding a skateboard and yelling about HOMRA!!!

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[flaredo]

... [ Yang pauses, and then slowly shakes her head, curling her fingers into one end of the bandage. Her voice is tight now. ]

I said I couldn't protect someone.

[rollin]

[ Yata almost asks if it's a friend, but he realizes that it ultimately doesn't matter. A life is a life and Yang failed to save one, so his brows furrow. He remembers that night, that rooftop, that pool of blood. If only he'd gotten there sooner. If only Totsuka was never there. These thoughts, did Yang have them too?

Now, he isn't sure what to say. He was never good with words or people. But he did want to be there for her. ]

... You wanna talk about it?

[flaredo]

[ Does she? Not really, no. She's gone this long without a word on it, even though the memory's far from faded. Seren's blood, still singed into her fingertips. The weak whisper of his breathing. The way he'd smiled, even though she hadn't been able to do a damned thing-- ]

I hardly knew the guy, only talked to him once-- [ but once was usually enough for Yang to befriend someone. Yata probably knows this from experience. ] And when he went down, he was trying to help me. Never even complained, not once, and I couldn't even--

[ She breaks off with a small, frustrated noise as tears prickle in the corners of her eyes, and blinks furiously. No. No, she is not going to cry. ]

I couldn't find the exit in time... he died in my arms.

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[rollin]

[ Yang is trying so hard to put on a strong face that he can't bring himself to tell her to let it out. Instead, he softly starts: ]

When Totsuka-san died...

[ There's a reluctant pause as he gathers his thoughts. ]

It was two years ago, the day before Anna's birthday. We were all pretty excited for it, yeah? We had this plan like, she would get a rose from each of us and that'd be our bouquet for her or some shit like that. I made mapo tofu fried rice 'cause she liked red. She liked red a lot.

S'why Totsuka-san went up that building that night. If you look at our city from below at night, you could see people raising their phones up to the blimp in the sky. If you did that, they say your wish'll come true. It was a sea of red lights, really pretty. Totsuka-san wanted to show Anna that, so he brought his camera up to the rooftop to film it.

[rollin]

[ Suddenly, it becomes harder for him to speak. ]

The Colorless King killed him—one shot to the chest. Didn't know until he called. He was still alive when I got there, you know? Smiling and all. Told him to hold on for the doctor but he said it's okay, it's okay, it'll work out, fuck... [ His voice shakes as he pinches the bridge of his nose. ] Died in my arms too.

[ He lifts his eyes, but not after he rubs them dry. The memory is still fresh in his mind, but he won't cry in front of Yang. Not when she's about to. ]

I dunno. I guess what I'm trying to say is, [ It's rough? She's not alone? ] I dunno.

[ He just wanted to comfort her somehow. ]

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[flaredo]

[ It's an adorable story, to a point. And she's also not all that surprised that Yata, that his group, would go to such lengths for someone who he said was like a sister. Summer had been like that, too, always going the extra mile for birthdays and special occasions.

Yang remembers what he had said about Kings, which is really what curbs her curiosity about a colorless one. She still wonders, why, but more importantly...

Yata gets it. More than she'd expected, and that hits home more than anything, because usually Yang was the one who tried to understand, who did, who was the one who stepped forward and supported when it came to that. ]

[flaredo]

[ For a minute, she thinks, Oh boy, I made him cry again, and she considers apologizing, but when she opens her mouth, one tear trickles free, then another.

... Followed by a small thunk as she curls her fingers into a fist and slams it down on part of the chair seat. ]

Feeling helpless... really sucks, huh?

[rollin]

[ During times like these, he'd wish for a hero who could save them, but not even Mikoto was there for him now. Hell, he thought Yang was, but watching her cry reminded him that she was only human. It hurt, but not because she fell short of his expectations. ]

Yeah... All we can do now is be stronger.

[ After a moment's hesitation, he draws in a deep breath, then draws her into his arms. ]

C'mere.

[flaredo]

[ She's tense at first, although it's not as though she's protesting the gesture; she's surprised more than anything, half-convinced Yata is going to be regretting this in about the next ten seconds. ]

Wasn't I supposed to stay about ten feet away from you or something?

[rollin]

[ He wants to get this over with before he falls back into their usual routine, so... ]

Just shut up and take it!

[flaredo]

[ There's a small snort, but then she'll press her forehead against his shoulder and wrap her arms around him, a bit tight. At least one of them knows better than to turn down a free hug. ]

[rollin]

[ This will take some getting used to. One hand settles on her head as he holds her, his voice barely above a whisper. ]

Just tell me when you're good.

[flaredo]

... It's fine. [ she'd linger in this warmth, but she knows how hard this has to be for him. So, while she appreciates the gesture, she blinks back any more burning behind her eyelids and lifts her head a little. ]

You're pushing yourself, right? This much is enough.

[rollin]

[ True enough, even his ears are burning. Still, he's a little reluctant when he can see her so heartbroken. It takes him a moment before he lets go, another before he speaks. ]

You... [ He breathes in sharply. ] Anyway, I don't wanna see you crying again! ...But if someone makes you cry, tell me. I'm gonna kick their ass!

[flaredo]

Sure-- if I don't kick their ass first. [ well, if nothing else, he got her to smile. She doesn't like grieving, anyway. ]

But thanks, Yata. You're a great guy.

[rollin]

[ He makes a sound.

And hides his face with one hand. ]

A-ah... no problem.

[flaredo]

... Although you've still got to work on that girl thing...

[ She'll give his beanie a little pat and then turn her attention back to re-bandaging. ]

[rollin]

[ Yeah, he does... but he folds his arms and looks away. ]

Tch, I got lots of friends who are girls!

[flaredo]

And how many of them can you handle being close to?

[ It's a safer topic; she's grateful for it. ]

[rollin]

[ He counts on his fingers. One, two... Two... Two? ]

[flaredo]

....

[ Yata, she is just slowly... shaking... her head. ]

[rollin]

I'm working on it!

[ At least he's making an active effort now, unlike before. Only out of necessity, though... He wouldn't even think about it if Yang hadn't befriended him or Saya didn't come into the picture.

Anyway, he's shaking his fist. ]

I'll get so popular, you'll be jealous!

[flaredo]

Why would you want me to be jealous? I'd be happy for you if you got really popular with the ladies.

[rollin]

[ Shit, that came out weird. No, it's probably okay. He can still salvage this situation. ]

—I meant popular in general!

[ Now he's making less sense than before... ]

[flaredo]

... I'd still be happy for you?