[ nothing in this room matters any more than makoto does himself. not the pictures in the frames, not the ones on the wall. nazuna doesn't need to look at them to know what they are, to feel the dark things pulling on every little corner of this dream. he cares what worries one of his underclassmen, but nazuna had seen the slightly far away look in his eyes from the first day he stepped foot on recolle's campus and nazuna had welcomed him in for freshman orientation. ]
Makochin... [ he says, quietly, his small fingers knitting just a little tighter into his hair, grip as reassuring as it can be, ] Makochin, you have to wake up.
[ because if nazuna can be anything, he can be a big brother. he can be someone to rely on when someone feels weak, can take his own sadness and wrap it around someone else like a blanket, turning into something warm and comforting--something reliable. it's all he's ever wanted to be for the people closest to him, and makoto is no exception. ] I know you don't want to, I know it's scary.
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Makochin... [ he says, quietly, his small fingers knitting just a little tighter into his hair, grip as reassuring as it can be, ] Makochin, you have to wake up.
[ because if nazuna can be anything, he can be a big brother. he can be someone to rely on when someone feels weak, can take his own sadness and wrap it around someone else like a blanket, turning into something warm and comforting--something reliable. it's all he's ever wanted to be for the people closest to him, and makoto is no exception. ] I know you don't want to, I know it's scary.