[And so he waited in the bathhouse rooftop, his sword on hand just in case. It's not to say Hemingway didn't believe it was his former housemate, the incident of Kuramochi cooking the house seems to matchup, but he can't help but hold some skepticism because as far he knows of the island, it has it own share of surprises.
Still he's been wrong many of times before, and he hopes it's the same for this case.]
[ otouto, meanwhile, is still young and naive--plus, if the witch isn't a liar, then there's no way that his former housemate (hemingway, now) wouldn't be here. after all, otouto had wished for his big brother's happiness, and lately, he knows one thing in the world that definitely makes him happy.
so he hurries up to the bathhouse, small feet pattering up the stairs light as air until he comes out of the roof door, and sure enough, there he is. blonde hair, glasses, even the sword.
otouto's heart melts, just a little bit. his brother has said (never to his face) that otouto's smile can be disarming, because it's simply so pure, so joyful, and this is one of those moments. he brightens all over as he approaches, even more than usual with his pink eyes exposed from his recent haircut. ] Hemingway-san!
[ if there's one thing that otouto values more than anything else, it's family. his family in holly heights had been just that. ]
[Hemingway turns his direction towards Otouto and relaxes the moment he notices that, indeed, it's his former housemate and friend. He's glad that he has seen Otouto before they signed the contract, he won't admit it aloud, but the haircut makes it easier to read the younger man now. His expression is just far too genuine and sincere to be anything fake, that's what Hemingway firmly believes.
It's selfish for him to be at ease, because that means Otouto made a deal with the Witch which would explain why he's here. But if had to be honest, he couldn't help but feel happy to see him again.]
So, it really is you. I didn't think- I didn't think you would... we would see each other again.
[Though the voice at the back of his mind would retort, that they all took a thread of chance anyways despite not knowing where it might lead.]
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Still he's been wrong many of times before, and he hopes it's the same for this case.]
literally almost a month later i'm so sorry
so he hurries up to the bathhouse, small feet pattering up the stairs light as air until he comes out of the roof door, and sure enough, there he is. blonde hair, glasses, even the sword.
otouto's heart melts, just a little bit. his brother has said (never to his face) that otouto's smile can be disarming, because it's simply so pure, so joyful, and this is one of those moments. he brightens all over as he approaches, even more than usual with his pink eyes exposed from his recent haircut. ] Hemingway-san!
[ if there's one thing that otouto values more than anything else, it's family. his family in holly heights had been just that. ]
it's all good!
It's selfish for him to be at ease, because that means Otouto made a deal with the Witch which would explain why he's here. But if had to be honest, he couldn't help but feel happy to see him again.]
So, it really is you. I didn't think- I didn't think you would... we would see each other again.
[Though the voice at the back of his mind would retort, that they all took a thread of chance anyways despite not knowing where it might lead.]