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purplesurveys · 5 years

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Trigger warning for the entire survey lols

hows your life at the moment? Tough. Not great. My friend passed away. I see him in everything; every song is about him; all my thoughts are him. There isn’t a day I haven’t cried since finding out. I miss him, and nothing can heal this grief for the meantime. what are you doing? This, remembering Nacho, staying up, on the phone with my girlfriend. who was the last person to call you? Gabie is on the line with me at the moment. is there anyone that you love and hate? No. do watch funny tvshows like family guy and south park? South Park was never funny to me, but there are references in Family Guy that have made me crack up in the past. It’s very select, though. The two aren’t really my type of comedy.

what color are your toenails at the moment? I never paint my toenails. < have you ever had a close friend move away? Yeah, Aubrey suddenly moved to the US in senior year of high school. We had gotten really close when we were juniors so it was a real sucky shock when she dropped the news to me and told me she only had a few weeks left in the PH before leaving forever. what was the last thing you said aloud? I was telling Gab how unfortunate it is that I always seem to be wearing more shabby outfits whenever I see our mutual friend who dresses very well. I saw her at Starbucks today and lo and behold I had a lazy outfit on HAHAHAHA. Oh well. how many friends do you trust fully? I trust all of them. It’s when they abuse it that I can easily cut off that trust. who was the last person to hug you? Jo. I was surprised she reached in for a hug this morning considering SHE HATES THEM. But then again Nacho passed, and everyone’s been giving everybody hugs lately in the college. have you let someone down recently? I feel like I let Nacho down. I hope I didn’t, but that’s between me and me now. I just wish I did something more. has someone let you down recently? Me lmao are you upset about anything at all? If the overarching theme of this survey isn’t clear enough yet - YES!!! what are you looking forward to? El Camino on Netflix, bitch. That’s the only good thing I have going for me. Oh and finishing part uno of my thesis. quick lyrics from the last song you heard.. I forget what the last song I listened to was at the moment. have you ever had a friend choose their bf over you? Yes, but I don’t mind. I would typically do the same, unless said friend is in an emergency situation or genuinely needs me. when was the last time you took a shower? This morning before heading to class. who is your favorite female celebrity? Kristen Stewaaaaaart. were you nervous on your first day of highschool? I think I was, but I’ve mostly forgotten freshman year. three words to describe your bestfriend: Gab is intelligent, insightful, and ambitious. Angela is approachable, generous, and hilarious. what is your latest reason to be mad? Our President (yes, Duterte) attended Nacho’s wake and halted the entire wake for an hour just because of his appearance. It became all about him and no one was allowed to either go in or out of the room for that period of time - not even Nacho’s friends who came to see him and say goodbye. There was a huge barrage of police all over the damn place and it pissed everybody beyond belief - even Nacho’s fucking mom was barred from seeing her son and she was forced to be at the back of the room along with everyone else just because of this dipshit President who felt the need to have an entire security team with him to go to the wake of someone who completely fucking despised his guts when he was still alive. who have you talked to on the phone today? Just my girlfriend. what color shirt do you have on? Navy green. are you literally afraid of anyone? Rapists, I guess. where are all of your friends right now? I’m sure they’re all at home/dorms. Either that or studying in a coffee shop. what is today? Wednesday. who was the last person to tell you a secret? Kate. make a wish. right now. anything. I want Nacho back. do you know who harriett tubman was and what she did? Yes. what kind of mascara do you use? I dunno. It’s been a while. do you own a pea coat? I don’t need any in this climate. which team are you going for in the super bowl? Nope. if you had to live at one of your bestfriend’s houses, where would u live? Angela’s. Her family treats me like family already, anyway. how are you on this fine day? Day 4 of grieving. It’s not getting any better, especially when everyone else is just as sad. The week kind of came through by giving me all the deadline extensions I mentally asked for, so am thankful to my profs for that haha. Still shitty nonetheless. My girlfriend’s great-grandmother passed away too. 2019 is out to give everybody a harder time before ending, I guess. who did you last take a picture with? Kate. who was the last person to comfort you? Jo. who was the last person to unsurprisingly disappoint you? My mom, lmaoooooo. who was the last person to get on your nerves? Filipino drivers. who was the last person you saw? Chesca. sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare? Hehehehehe I appreciate the Beyoncé reference, thanks. are there any stressful situations in your life? Right now? Stressful is a bit of an understatement. what are your plans for tomorrow? Do thesis, do other homework, study for next week’s exams. are you missing anyone at the moment? Way too much. if you answer a question wrong in class, does it embarrass you? Yes, it’s why I don’t recite - so I don’t have to be wrong lol. can you love and hate someone? It’s possible, but I myself am incapable of doing that. It’s one or the other, for me. I can love someone and be disappointed in them, but never love and hate at the same time. what was the last movie you watched fully? Hello, Love, Goodbye. are you currently hung up on anyone? Nope. single ladies or constant relationship people? ??? how many missed calls do you have on your cell phone? Within the past week, two. do your parents annoy you? My mom does. what color looks best on you? Black, navy green, maroon. are you jealous of anyone? More envious than jealous. what’s your favorite Lady Gaga song? SPEECHLESS Favorite Lady Gaga lyrics? Anything from Speechless. Seriously. Way underrated. where was the last place you went? Starbucks, to study for a few hours. what was the last thing to make you laugh? We were sharing stupid stories about Nacho yesterday to lighten up the mood, like how he was dressed up head to toe in Uniqlo in his casket HAHAHA. We’ve also come to develop our own conspiracy theory for laughs that Nacho actually just moved to Germany so he can finally achieve his dream of becoming fluent in German and that the person we saw in the coffin wasn’t him, and that he’s not actually gone. I found comfort in that and it’s helped me cope with the loss, and I’m sure it’s helped others too. He would’ve found the jokes funny, anyway. is letting go hard for you? Yes. any last words? I’m exhausted. I miss you, Nach.

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magioftheseas · 5 years

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It’s Such A Waste

KamuKoma Week Day 1: childhood lovers / soulmates

alt: hope / despair

Summary: Kamukura Izuru doesn't feel anything except resentment for everything and everyone else. Such resentment is kindled while his feelings for that wayward childhood friend of his remain. Predictably, this is a dire descent.

Rating: T

Warnings: Mentions of violence but nothing graphically described. Also some unhealthy behavior.

Notes: First fic for the new KamuKoma Week this year! And we’re starting off with a...weird one. It’s not like a certain fic from last year, but uh, considering the prompts, it *is* in a similar vein, huh. I wanted to write a “descent into despair” fic for this kind of AU, basically, and my mind was all over the place. I feel like you can tell. Well. Please enjoy anyway. :>

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“Kamukura-senpai, was it?”

Her smile is bright and cheerful, twisted like a carnivorous plant. Like any other predator, she flashes her teeth.

“I’ve heard about you,” she says, humming. “Quite the lone wolf, eh?”

“Why is this your concern?” His own gaze narrows. “There is no reason for our pathways to intersect, as we are of different classes and grades. And yet, here you are. Your regard is not one driven by mere curiosity, it seems.”

Her lips part.

“Ooh. Is that your talent?”

“You know the answer and yet you ask to be cheeky. How boring.” I can already see through this girl’s saccharine farce. “I implore once again. Why are you so concerned with my existence? Is there a role you wish for me to play? A means in which I can be useful to you? I am not interested either way. You are obvious. Transparent. Blatant. A simpleton. You are boring.”

Her smile twitches, just the slightest bit.

“Wow,” she sighs, inhaling. “You’re one fucking guy.”

She skips forward, placing her well-manicured hands on his chest.

“I think we’ll get along just swimmingly, senpai. After all, I think we’re pretty similar.” Her expression softens. “If there’s anyone who understands me, then surely it’s you, Ultimate Analyst, Kamukura Izuru-senpai.”

...

Huh.

He has always known that he was particularly gifted for a child. He was always told as much, always expected of as much. He supposes that someone as himself was destined to never live a normal life from the start. When one is beloved by talent, those who lack it are attracted like ticks to cattle.

He has grown used to and weary of such inevitabilities. Even those extraordinary in one regard are predictable and expectably needy and clingy. People are all the same when it comes to what they want but do not have.

Parasitic. But predictable. And boring. So very, very boring. He has no need for such neediness. It is sickening.

His childhood friend is already such a dire case.

“Ah! Everyone’s so bright! It’s beautiful...!”

His worthless, useless childhood friend who coos over their class pictures like a starving dog over scraps of meat.

“They all look so happy, they’re shining... So, so beautiful... Isn’t it wonderful that everyone’s getting along so wonderfully?” he murmurs, marveling. “Aha... Hahaha... It’s just a shame that your face is dour as always, Izuru-kun.”

“I do not see why our class excites you so,” Kamukura replied drearily. “They are all the same. Wretched and clingy. If it were not for the Class Rep, they would be utterly directionless. And...”

They are not kind to you.

“Doesn’t that just make the Class Rep even better?” his childhood friend asks, eyes wide. “Oh, Izuru-kun, you really should be more open to her. You likely won’t regret it.”

“Boring. So boring.” Kamukura’s gaze flickers to one where the entire class is posing and grinning. All of them save for two. Himself, as he was the one to take the picture. And save for his childhood friend, who had been out sick. This picture is their teacher’s favorite. “I could not be less interested, especially in regards to someone so narrow-minded.”

“Spoken like a shallow cynic,” the other sighs. “Izuru-kun, for a symbol of hope, despite being so incredible and splendid in your own right, you really are disappointing...”

There is nothing to say to that.

“Is there really nothing at Hope’s Peak that peaks your interest?”

There was still nothing to say.

“Ahhh. You might just be hopeless, then. How sad. That’s so horrible... Izuru-kun...”

Is it really hopelessness? Is it really horrible? Is it really—?

“Nagito.” It does not matter. He does not care. Not about any of that. “How are you feeling?”

He places his hand over Nagito’s flushed forehead, noting how his childhood friend’s wretched, wan cheeks darken from a rising blush.

“You are still feverish. I see.”

Nagito coughs so much that his eyes are watery. He manages to regain himself after Kamukura rubs his back.

“Aha. Hahaha. It’s not like it really matters. I’m still suspended,” he says, smile twisted. “Izuru-kun, seriously. Your school life is going to waste the longer you bother with me. Sensei wouldn’t like that.”

You always say such things. As if such matters concerned me at all. They do not.

All these years and you still don’t understand, Nagito?

“Boring. So boring. I have nothing better to do than tend to you, Nagito.”

“Aw, that’s definitely not true... Flatterer...” Nagito’s giggle is wheezy, painful, and anything but endearing. “You should be leading the world’s future with everyone else, Izuru-kun. You should be generating the Ultimate Hope.”

“Boring. So boring.”

He thinks about how easy it would be to twist his childhood friend’s thin, delicate neck where there had once been scars from rope.

This person who talks of the future is someone who draws closer and closer to death, both willingly and inevitably.

“It’s booooooring, isn’t it?”

“...”

“Upupupupu. Senpai, despite that stoicism, you’re actually pretty easy to read, too.”

“...”

“You hate it, don’t you? This world. This place. That’s why you can’t even be bothered to perk up a little. You’re so gloomy. It’s so sad. So...despairing!”

“...”

“Senpai, we’re the same, aren’t we?”

“...”

Her arms lock around his own, and she presses up close.

“Aren’t we?”

“It really is a shame.”

“Such a tragedy.”

“What a waste.”

“What a horrible thing to happen.”

“It’s unfortunate. But...”

“...what’s going to be done about the child? Komaeda-san and his wife don’t have any relatives, do they?”

The chattering was obnoxious, especially when done in pseudo quiet whispers. The only one truly quiet because they truly did not want to be heard was Komaeda Nagito, sobbing softly behind the building.

He doesn’t even notice when he’s being approached. He’s curled into a ball. He’s trembling. He’s crying after hours of blankly nodding and acknowledging every adult who attended the funeral. He does stir when poked in the shoulder, but tears continue to spill over as his breath hitches.

“I...I... Izuru-kun...”

His face is frankly disgusting. Swollen and leaking from every orifice save for those reddened ears. The red-brown strands are stuck to his skin, damp from various fluids. It’s disgusting.

He sits beside him, staring up at him. Nagito’s disgusting face buries itself in his shoulder.

“I-I’m sorry... I-I’m so...sorry...”

Without really thinking, his fingers run through those red-brown strands. The ones that are dry are also soft to the touch. It’s not unpleasant, unlike everything else.

“Izuru-kun... U-Uu... S-Sorry...”

“It is fine.”

His parents had them interact in order to impress Nagito’s parents. Now, to continue interacting was utterly unnecessary.

And yet, he had no desire to be anywhere else besides the side of this person who clearly, truly needed him. Not for any particular reason than for the general, instinctual desire for companionship.

“It’s fine, Nagito.”

“It’s so boooooring,” she sighs. “And exhausting. Watching a bunch of needy self-serving fucks tail each other. It really makes me so sick that I could just throooow up!”

She’s pressing into his side. She reeks of sickeningly sweet strawberries. He inwardly thinks of Nagito, who just smelled of sterile hospital rooms and soap. These two are nothing alike. It goes without saying that Nagito’s presence is preferred.

But.

Nagito would not cling to him like this. Not anymore. Not when he’s been deemed a disappointment.

“Don’t you wanna see it burn to the ground?” she asks. “Wouldn’t it be way fucking better if everything just burned to the fucking ground?”

“...mm...”

He thinks of how Nagito’s eyes had sparkled when they gazed upon this school for the first time. How his pale hands tightly gripped his acceptance letter. How his knees quaked and bucked.

Nagito had not always cared so much about talent. This wretched place ruined him. So, perhaps.

“Perhaps that would be better,” he murmured. “If it was just reduced to ash.”

It would not make much of a difference, that said. Hope’s Peak Academy was emblematic of the world’s follies and frivolities, but it was merely the refined product. Burning the campus to the ground would not dissipate the poison already sunken into the earth.

But it would be damn satisfying.

Wouldn’t it.

Especially with how this school had affected his Nagito and warped him for the worst.

Her smile is a knowing one. He does not return it.

She gives him another knowing smile when he sees her latched onto a certain Tsumiki Mikan’s arm in passing. He does not return that, either.

“Has Junko been harassing you?”

He twitches, but his expression remains unchanged.

“It is but a minor trifle, Matsuda Yasuke.”

Matsuda’s look darkens, but he shrugs his shoulders over it.

“If you say so. But don’t let her hear you say that.”

“It does not matter. Nothing she does will ever matter to me, Matsuda Yasuke.”

“Sure, sure.” He waves his hand. “But you have been in a worse fucking mood lately. More agitated. You’re usually somewhat complacent so what the hell’s your problem?”

“...nothing. Nothing at all.”

Matsuda, predictably, looks unimpressed.

“Sure. Nothing. Komaeda’s suspension is going to end pretty soon, huh?”

“Yes. It is.”

“Tell him to come visit me right away, will you? Dumbass still doesn’t have a cell phone, so...”

“I will. Of course. You are his doctor, after all.” He speaks the words lowly. “So of course. I will.”

Matsuda snorted, averting his gaze back to the open manga in his hand.

“No need to be such a bitch about it. I swear.” A pause. “You really, really should stay away from Junko. With how irritable you’ve been? She’ll get under your skin big time.”

“...”

“But, you know.” Matsuda flips the page. “She’s actually told me about how you more or less let her chat your fucking ear off. That’s curious.” He shuts the book. “Stay the hell away from her. For your own sake.”

“...” Kamukura tilts his head. “What an odd thing to say about your childhood friend.”

“I mean it,” he hissed. “It’d be a pain in the fucking ass if you got caught up in one of her schemes. If not for yourself, don’t get involved in something dumb for Komaeda’s sake.”

He does not dislike Matsuda Yasuke, not truly. Of all other elite students, himself excluded, he is one of the very few who tolerates and even indulgences Nagito’s rambles. Nagito especially adores Matsuda Yasuke, even compared to his adoration for all elite students. He does not dislike him, for that. He understands the kind of person Matsuda Yasuke is, and on some level, he does appreciate it.

Matsuda Yasuke is not the type to bring up sentimental matters lightly. He knows this. That said.

That said.

“She is not wrong about every little thing she says,” Kamukura finds himself saying. “Not when it comes to Hope’s Peak.”

You are not spared from any of that, kind as you may be. You’re complacent.

You have no right to talk about what’s best for Nagito when you’re complacent.

“Kamukura,” Matsuda responds warningly. “Look, I’m serious...”

“You bore me. I have no interest in furthering this conversation.”

“Urgh.” Matsuda rolled his eyes. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you.”

From someone like you, I really don’t need to hear it.

Truth be told, he’s never much cared for Hope’s Peak from the start.

Perhaps that’s privileged of him. But it was how he felt. It had always been how he felt.

Especially back then. And especially when ‘back then’ had to change because of it.

“Kamukura Izuru-kun, was it? That’s a pretty interesting name. How do you spell it?”

“Is there something you want?”

“Testy, testy.” The man smiles wryly, tugging down his hat. “I’ve heard things about you. So I decided to size you up for myself. Nothing wrong with that, riiiight?”

Of course, he had already known who this person was. Everyone did. To be approached was an experience most could only dream of. He is aware of the fact that his classmates both admire and resent him, and this will only fester those feelings further.

But it’s not those menial nobodies he’s concerned about.

“Hm. You seem to have a lot on your mind, kid,” the man hummed.

“You seem slightly buzzed,” Kamukura retorted. “Your collar is wrinkled, there are stains on your shirt that you have poorly hidden behind your jacket, your face is not consistently shaven. You keep tugging down your hat because you are nervous, even though your smile is so plastered that you must have been in this situation several times over already. Are you really a representative of Hope’s Peak Academy...? It seems the school is more stressful than paradisiacal if you’re any indication. Kizakura-san, was it?”

“Yep.” Kizakura’s grin widened as he held up a hand. “That’s me. And no doubt about it, you’re the real deal.”

Real deal. As if talent is something you can fake.

“With all due respect, I have no interest in enrolling,” he said. “My childhood friend is sickly and susceptible. I have no intention of leaving him to the world’s mercy.”

Nagito suffers enough as it is. But... Once he hears about this...

“I would like for you to report that I am not what you had assumed, that you were disappointed,” he said, lowly so that no one else would hear. “I am not a desirable addition. Something along those lines.”

Kizakura’s grin twisted.

“You don’t want your friend to feel guilty, eh? Remarkably loyal kid, I see.” With that, he pulls out his card. “I can respect that. But, you really do have a place at Hope’s Peak. There’s no one quite like you, Kamukura-kun.”

Adults say that all the time. What boring, worthless words.

“Besides,” Kizakura adds cheekily. “Who knows? That friend of yours might be the winner of the lottery.”

Kamukura takes the card to be polite, nodding and saying nothing more. Even with those words, he had full intention of throwing it away once out of sight.

“Izuru-kun!”

Of course, once he had the opportunity, it was as if the other had been summoned.

“Nagito.”

He hides the card expertly, in such a way that even Nagito wouldn’t notice. Nagito, who was flushed with sparkling eyes. Against his paling hair, such features stood out even more.

“I-I heard you were approached by a scout for Hope’s Peak!” he burst out. “Is that really true?”

“It is. But I may not be accepted, Nagito.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Nagito takes his hands and squeezes them tightly. “Someone as amazing as you? You belong there, Izuru-kun!”

I would rather be by your side above all else, Nagito.

He only sighs.

“We shall see. But please do not concern yourself for now, Nagito.” Nagito’s frown deepens, but he squeaks when Kamukura pulls a hand free to ruffle his hair. “You have not overexerted yourself, have you?”

“Izuru-kun, I’m not five...”

“If you collapse again, it will be worrying.”

“You worry too much...”

“You need to take care, Nagito.”

“Uu...”

Yes, regardless of what would happen, he had decided that he would remain by Komaeda Nagito’s side, always.

(And of course, when Nagito showed up on his doorstep, with both an acceptance letter and medical papers in his trembling grip, Kamukura knew his fate was sealed, and after reading through both as Nagito fidgeted anxiously at his table, he resented Hope’s Peak Academy a little more.)

“Yep! It’s pretty damn sickening! How do you think the reserve students keep themselves from rioting, I wonder?”

“...”

The reserve course...are ticks. So I do not care for them. They are not like Nagito.

“That saaaaaid, our fellow student body is so carefree that it’s mind-numbingly boring. Just pass the exams and you’re fiiiine, jeez, how’s that supposed to shape them for the future? It’s just going to make them duller and duller. We need spice! Something like—like a burst!”

“...”

A burst...perhaps that would be more interesting. As it is, there is a precarious, wretched system in place. One that Nagito is swayed by and fixated on. Something so dreary and cold...

He’s so bored by it.

“More than anything, I want to see the Ultimate Hope spring forth,” Nagito would say.

Under these circumstances? Where the strife and struggles of people are muffled and suffocated while the talented few skirt by with little to no effort? And Nagito thinks I’m disappointing?

“Even if you don’t say anything, I know you agree with me,” she says, chortling. “That’s why you agreed to meet me here, right? This is the old main building. Some students still meet up here for club activities. Right now, we’re going to meet a very particular group.”

Kamukura perks, and he can already guess.

“The student council. They do not strike me as the type to be terribly interested in what you have to say.”

“They’re not,” she said. “Which is why we’re going to play with them another way. Muku-nee should be finished setting things up. I definitely want you to see this, senpai.”

Kamukura blinked, and then, he can viscerally feel the chill brought about by the atmosphere and underlying meaning to her words.

“What are you talking about?”

Enoshima Junko spins around on her heel, and the smile on her face is something that cannot be described any more than the gaping maw of the void.

He can’t help but recall that time in middle school that Nagito had been missing. When he asked around, his classmates shrugged. There were mutters about how maybe he ran away—or maybe ran off to die. He called the police, but was shrugged off by them, as well. He wasn’t Nagito’s family, after all, and maybe he just ran away? What did it matter?

He sees Nagito on the news, and he does not hesitate to rush to the hospital he’s being held at. He is not allowed to see him at that point, either. Brushed off. Disregarded.

Worthless.

When Nagito was released, he did not wait a second before taking him into his arms.

“Sorry,” Nagito mumbled, as if embarrassed. “I’m really, really sorry for worrying you, Izuru-kun. But... Look!” He shows him the lottery ticket in his bone-white grip. “I... I-I won, Izuru-kun! Isn’t that amazing?”

“...I am just glad to see you safe and sound. We should go home, Nagito.”

Nagito giggled, clinging to him as they took the train back. He kept smiling and laughing, grinning wildly as he rambled about what happened. No one would have thought much about it, but the way Nagito’s breath sometimes hitched and wheezed...

“Oh, oh, but sometimes they’d watch TV,” Nagito would say, referring to his kidnapper. “I got to see such a wonderful speech given by Headmaster Kirigiri of Hope’s Peak Academy!”

Nagito’s eyes are sparkling.

“...”

“I’m sorry for taking to long to get back to you, though, Izuru-kun,” he added hurriedly. “Um, I wasn’t exactly fed...so I was in pretty bad state when the police finally found me...”

“...”

“I just... I didn’t want you to worry, which was why I headed off on my own...but I really, really, really messed that up, Izuru-kun, I’m sorry...”

“...”

“B-But it wasn’t so bad! I, um... It’s good, actually...” Nagito trailed off. “If you had been with me that day and if you had been kidnapped as well... That would’ve been the worst. I never would want to drag you down, Izuru-kun.”

“Have you been getting rest, Nagito?”

“A-Actually, I’ve been too agitated to sleep well for a while, but...” Nagito yawns. “For some reason, I’m super drowsy now. Maybe it’s because I’m with Izuru-kun.”

“I will let you know when we reach our stop, so it is alright, Nagito.”

“Mm...”

Nagito slumps into his shoulder. His eyelids start to droop. Tenderly, Kamukura strokes his hair. He is paler than before. Frailer than before.

“It is alright, Nagito.”

It was funny. How easily they turned on each other when it started with just one person lashing out. It had been so remarkably easy. So very, very easy.

Enoshima Junko hums as she watches, and he watches as well.

The Ultimates are meant to lead the future, but they’re so easy to misdirect. How pitiful it is. And, yet.

“Pretty entertaining too, am I right?” she asks, grinning widely before gasping. “Oh! Wow! Look at all that blood! Damn, that one was bruuuuutal.”

“How fragile harmony in this world really is,” he murmured. “Well, it is unsurprising.”

And Nagito called them symbols of hope...

He can see how twisted, warped, and wretched these beings tearing each other apart really were. His own lips twist. How deep and effortlessly this display of despair runs.

“Is that excitement, senpai?”

“It is disappointment.”

“So beautiful! So bright! So splendid, so wonderful! You are all just so...”

“Dude just shuuuuut up. No one wants to hear that!”

Nagito’s mouth shuts obediently. With a harsh ‘tch’, their classmate turns away, but he is not the only one who looks upon Nagito with disdain and contempt.

“Komaeda-kun,” their teacher says gently. “The things you say are just a little...”

“Aha. Haha. It’s because I’m trash compared to them. Right, right?”

“Oh, you definitely shouldn’t say that...”

“But isn’t it true?”

“Of course it’s not.”

Kamukura’s eyes narrowed sharply.

“Seriously why does that freak have to be so weird?”

“It’s sooooo creepy!”

“His words are akin to toxic fumes.”

“Komaeda-kun...really is uncomfortable to be around, sometimes...”

“He’s not a bad person, but...”

“He just needs to stay the hell away from us.”

“Sensei. Nidai Nekomaru and Owari Akane are fighting again.”

“Ahhh, I should probably make sure those two don’t wreck anything the gardening club made... This conversation isn’t over, Komaeda-kun!”

“Good luck, sensei.”

She brushes past them, worked up into a huff. He regards her coldly before turning to Nagito. Nagito who seems much more tired than before.

“Aha... Haha, thanks for saving me, Izuru-kun.” He offers a pitiful smile. “Sensei is really kind, isn’t she? But, she...really doesn’t understand...”

“She is willfully ignorant.”

“I wouldn’t go that far...”

“She only speaks to you in regards to how you’re treated. Not the others.”

“Well, it is more my fault, right? I’m so bad at conveying myself... I really am worthless...”

“I understand you fine.” The others are at fault. They are the truly worthless ones. “Right?”

Nagito’s cheeks darken.

“Izuru-kun’s my oldest, dearest, and only friend. That’s for sure.” His smile widens more, but it also strains more. “But, Izuru-kun... Don’t you think you’re too attached to me?”

“...”

“I mean,” he inhales. “Compared to the others, I really am a nobody. You shouldn’t limit yourself to me. Um. I’d just be happy to see you happy, Izuru-kun, even if it’s from afar.”

“...”

“We’re friends. I just want what’s best for you.”

“...”

Time means nothing. It is about effort.

“I only want you, Nagito.”

Nagito sputtered a bit, flustering.

“You really should mature one of these days, Izuru-kun...! You can’t keep saying that!”

What else should I say?

“Mm.”

How compared to you, everyone else is akin to insects and murk? How hope means nothing to me so much as the way you light up at the mention of it? How despair, too, is nothing until I see the way your gaze falls as you’re ostracized by people you love and admire time and time again? Those wretched people who fail to appreciate the incredible gift they’re given with zero effort on their part?

“It remains how I feel, Nagito.”

“Geez...” Nagito frowns. “That’s so troubling. Sensei’s right. You should make other friends.”

“...”

Other people are nothing. I feel nothing.

In the end, there’s not much to feel. These are, for all intents and purposes, complete strangers who are suffering. Is he really supposed to care?

“...boring...so boring...”

“Awww!” Enoshima whines. “You’re leaving already? There’s still a few left to go!”

“I have seen enough of these nobodies.”

“Nobodies?” She blinks, batting her eyelashes. “Oh, my, senpai, you aren’t suggesting...”

“Take from that what you will,” Kamukura said. “Are you going to stop me?”

“Noooope.” She shakes her head. “I’m happy with the amount of attention you’ve given me thus far, senpai. I hope to engage you more and more down the line. This is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

I only need one friend.

“How much despair do you plan to cause, Enoshima Junko?”

“Enough to throw the whole world into chaos, preferably!”

“...”

“My luck works in a very specific pattern, Izuru-kun! Good luck begets bad luck begets good luck begets bad luck begets good luck! So, you really should be more careful around me.”

“Understood. I will be careful.”

“Admittedly, I’m not sure what good luck could balance out the bad luck of losing Izuru-kun, but... You know, Izuru-kun, the more people struggle, the stronger they get...”

“Is that so.”

“I-It is so! What I mean is... You shouldn’t give up regardless of what my bad luck throws at you... You’re an Ultimate, now, so you should be able to overcome any despair and...bring about a bright and shining hope, right?”

“I suppose.”

“Do you understand, Izuru-kun...?”

“Of course I do, Nagito.”

“Good luck with that, I suppose, Enoshima Junko.”

“Aww, thanks!”

With that, he leaves.

There is only one place he can return to.

Because how late in the hour it is, much is obfuscated by darkness, but he knows the code to the door by heart. Even if he did not, he would be able to tell from the buttons that were the most worn under his fingertips. The door is opens. He steps inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

Nagito sleeps peacefully, the picture of serenity. Such a contrast to the violent exhibition of before. Nagito sleeps, unknowing and untouched.

He wishes to keep it that way. His childhood friend is one he wants to keep protected. But, above all else...

He wants to keep him close.

So much so that he finds himself crawling into the other’s bed.

“Mmm... Izuru-kun...?”

Nagito stirs from his slumber. He opens his mouth to apologize, but rather than saying the word, he just ends up pressing closer to Nagito’s meager warmth and nuzzles into Nagito’s soft hair.

“W-What...?” Nagito stiffens, but with time, he does relax. His heart is pounding. Kamukura can tell that it’s pounding. “I-Izuru-kun, um... Is something wrong? It’s so late. Why are you here?”

It’s rather ironic, he can’t help but think. I thought of Nagito on death’s doorstep, but it turns out that he is incomparable to a corpse.

“Mm...”

“Izuru-kun?”

Nagito shivers when lips brush against his nape. It’s surprisingly warm. Nagito is warm. He’s especially warm to the touch.

“Izuru-kun...? Did something happen...?”

“It does not matter. Not in the slightest. But allow me to stay here for the night, Nagito.”

“O-Oh. Um... O-Okay...”

Just like this, he can relax with ease. Nagito tense, but he, too, unwinds from careful strokes of his wrists and shoulders.

“Izu...ru-kun...”

“It is alright, Nagito.”

“Hah...”

“It’s fine.”

When Komaeda finally managed to return to class, the reserve course was rioting and he had heard some awful, wretched, despairing whispers.

Komaeda pushes open the door, heart leaping in his throat, and the only one to greet him is...who else.

“Nagito.”

“I-Izuru-kun.” He stiffens and then he swallows. “Where is...everyone else?”

“They are out. I volunteered to stay behind, of course, because I knew you were to return today.”

Something feels...wrong.

“Izuru-kun, I heard murmurs of something strange. Of Ultimates...killing each other? For despair? And also...murmurs of other...things...that this school is doing.” Komaeda hesitates, but his childhood friend only draws closer. “Where is the rest of our class? What could they possibly be out doing under these circumstances?”

“They are out because I had them leave.”

Something feels wrong, but it’s Izuru-kun...right?

“Ah. I suppose we should have you visit Matsuda Yasuke.” His cheeks are cupped. Kamukura Izuru’s hands are gentle and warm as always. His gaze, however, seems strange. The tone may not be perceptively different to the untrained ear, but to Komaeda, who has known him for most of his life at this point... “How inconvenient. But I do think he would be rather busy at this moment.”

“I... I don’t really want to bother Matsuda-kun.” I’m more worried about other things. “Sensei, too? Where is she?”

“Nagito, what would you say marks a true hope?”

Komaeda snapped up at that.

“An absolute good,” he answered immediately. “Something that overcomes any darkness or despair and engulfs the world in a dazzling, blinding light. Something that only grows stronger and blooms more beautifully in the face of adversity.”

“Adversity. So if one is unchallenged, they are not true hope.”

“Pushing forward in spite of obstacles or hindrances is part of being human,” Komaeda found himself murmuring, now self-conscious of the way Izuru’s thumbs traced his cheeks. “I’ve told you all this before. Why do you ask? Is this because of the reserves rioting?”

...rioting because...of ridiculous audacious things that couldn’t possibly be true...right?

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it? Adversity to overcome.” Izuru tugs him forward, letting him see out the window. “Obstacles and hindrances. Let us see how others will persevere. That might be interesting, for the ground beneath the Ultimates to crumble and for them to still crawl out on top over the withering masses.”

“Symbols of hope...would never lose to deception and despair.” Komaeda shivered. “These impertinent beings are but mere stepping stones... They’re also being misled. How miserable...despairing... They could never ever reach hope like this. Not that they were capable from the start...”

“Despair. Hope.” Izuru exhaled. “So boring. But it might be something you want to see, Nagito. And that is all I care for.”

“Izuru-kun...” Komaeda grimaced, and squeezed his eyes shut. “You haven’t...fallen into despair, have you?”

“Nothing about me has changed, Nagito.”

Izuru takes his hand, and he squeezes.

“Nothing at all.”

Trembling, Komaeda squeezes back.

#KamuKoma #izuru kamukura #kamukura izuru #nagito komaeda #komaeda nagito #KamuKomaWeek #Yeah I'll tag it that #Even though I'm not running the week lol #junko enoshima #yasuke matsuda #koichi kizakura #Magi fics

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nyctolovian · 5 years

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Trust

Merry christmas, Sincere! So hi im ur secret santa hahahaha! I know it’s kind of weird to have a sickfic for christmas but I rly tried to write something christmassy and ummmm yeh as u can see it didnt work out hahaha! Hope u still enjoy it with its fluff!!

Summary: Trucy is running a fever while Mr Wright's at a trial so Apollo takes on the nursing duty. But health issues aren't the only issues Apollo will help with today.

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“Trucy has a fever?”

Upon hearing that, Apollo and Athena turned away from the client to look at their boss concernedly.

“Mm. ... Yes. … Oh... But I’m in the middle of a trial...” Mr Wright glanced at the clock. They only had five more minutes before the trial began again.

Eyes wide with worry, the client stared at him, wordlessly begging him not to leave. At that, Mr Wright flashed her a smile that assured her that he will be staying.

“I’ll ask someone to head over to fetch Trucy on my behalf,” Mr Wright spoke into his phone. “I’ll text you that person’s number. ... Yes. Thanks.” He pressed the “End Call” button before pulling his two protégés aside. “Well, you guys heard it. Trucy’s school called and she’s running a fever. And I can’t exactly leave halfway. Could one of you help me out?” he said with a sheepish grin. “I’d usually ask Edgeworth but he’s in Germany now...”

“I’ll go,” Apollo said, raising a hand. “Our client seems to need some help managing her fear, doesn’t she?”

“She does,” Athena affirmed. “It’s making her mess up a lot of her statements.”

“Then, it’s decided. I’ll go.”

Mr Wright wrote down something on a notepad and tore the page out. “This is the school’s address.” He handed Apollo the note and patted his shoulder. “Thanks for your help, Apollo. I’m counting on you to take care of her till the trial is over. I trust you’ll be fine though.”

The bailiff called the defense back to the courtroom and the defendant jolted in fear. Calmly, Mr Wright turned to her and comforted her. Athena held the defendant’s hand and squeezed it comfortingly.

Apollo glanced back as the three of them headed back into the courtroom before heading out. He took a look at the note Mr Wright had passed to him. The school wasn’t far from here. He quickly reached there by bus and got a visitor’s pass from the security guard before heading to the reception area.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up Trucy. Trucy Wright?” he told the receptionist.

“Ah, she is in the sickbay. I’ll wake her up,” the receptionist said.

Apollo pursed his lips. Was Trucy asleep? This fever seemed to be doing a number on the usually energetic magician. And he was right. As Trucy walked out of the sickbay, she looked incredibly exhausted, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Oh! Polly?” Her hand flew to her mouth. “You’re here?”

“Uh, yeah. Your dad’s in the middle of the trial so I’m here instead,” Apollo explained. He glanced over her quickly before gently tugging at her bag. “I’ll carry that for you. You look terrible.” For a moment, Trucy stubbornly tightened her grip around the strap. But Apollo was just as stubborn and she was feeling tired after all so she let go and sat at one of the benches.

The receptionist took out a form and told Apollo to fill it up so Trucy could sign out. He nodded and quickly filled it up. When he gave it back to the receptionist, her eyes widened in surprise. “You’re her coworker?”

“Um... Yes?” Well, technically I’m her employee but that’d be harder to explain. Apollo thought, cringing internally.

The receptionist laughed good-naturedly. “You two look so alike. I almost thought you were her brother! So you are a magician as well?”

“No, I’m not her brother,” he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “And I’m not a magician either. I’m a defense attorney. See?” He lifted his lapel.

“Polly, are you flashing your badge again?” Trucy asked from behind him.

“... No.”

The receptionist giggled as she filed the form away. “You two really get along well. Thank you for picking her up.” She craned her neck to look at the sick girl. “Rest well, Trucy!”

Seeing how tired Trucy was, Apollo got an Uber to take them back to the Wright Anything Agency.

As soon as they got in, Trucy started to nod off. However, when her head began to droop, she would suddenly straighten up again and the cycle would repeat.

“Just close your eyes,” Apollo said, leaning towards her. “You’re tired, right?”

“Ey, lass, y’ sick?” the Uber driver boomed, peered behind.

“Please look in front while driving,” Apollo reminded.

“Yep,” Trucy replied. “Fever.”

The driver nodded and turned his body slightly to look at her. “Thought so. Take forty winks, lil’ lady.” (“Oh god! Please look where you’re driving! Car! Car!”) Yer brother there can wake y’ up when we reach.”

“He’s not my brother,” Trucy said with a slight pout. “He’s just Polly.”

“Ey! Sorry ‘bout that! Y’ two got the same face!” the driver guffawed so loudly the car seemed to be shaking. Apollo clung to the roof handle for his dear life.

“Why do so many people say that?” Trucy mused aloud. “My friends in school say that too. Remember that time when I forgot my umbrella, Polly?”

Gulping, Apollo nodded. He won’t be remembering that any longer if the driver kept turning around to talk to them. “Alright, nice. Can you please nap now? No talking while napping,” Apollo said, patting her head. At least then Trucy won’t goad the driver into talking again.

“Good night,” Trucy muttered absently as she curled up in her bed.

“Good night,” Apollo replied even though he knew that was a weird thing to say at 10am. As he sat at the living room, he texted Mr Wright.

You: Trucy’s home now. She’s running a fever of 38.5 degrees. [10:34 AM]

Tentatively, he peered into Trucy’s room. Apollo felt pretty useless as he watched her tossing and turning uncomfortably. Never had he been needed to take care of someone else with a fever. And usually when he was sick, he’d just sleep it off.

Surely, he shouldn’t just be telling Trucy to sleep and leaving it at that. He frowned in thought for a while and paced around. Then, he picked up his phone again.

You: im taking care of trucy cos shes got a fever. 38.5 but wth do ppl usually do for fevers??? [10:39 AM]

The reply was almost instantaneous.

spaceman: Oof [10:39 AM]

spaceman: Give her water [10:40 AM]

spaceman: And paracetamol or watever [10:40 AM]

spaceman: Put a wet towel on her forehead [10:40 AM]

You: im not sure where mr wright keeps his medication stuff though. i asked trucy and she doesnt know either [10:40 AM]

You: shld i ask mr wright??? [10:40 AM]

spaceman: Yeah. Do that. [10:41 AM]

You: not sure when he can reply. hes at a trial now [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Ohhhhhhh [10:41 AM]

spaceman: No wonder ure the one taking care of her [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Good luck bro!! Dont die!!! [10:41 AM]

You: ok tks i wont [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Btw for the towel, get a basin so u dun need to run abt [10:41 AM]

You: k [10:42 AM]

After sending a message asking Mr Wright where he kept his medications, Apollo placed a cup and a jar of water on Trucy’s bedside table. With a bit of nudging, she finally sat upright to down an entire glass of water before sinking back into her bed with a flop. Then, he followed what Clay said and got a basin of water and a towel. Apollo soaked the towel and wrung it before placing it on Trucy’s forehead.

Apollo noticed the minute relaxation of her facial muscles so he supposed he was doing this right at least. Thank god for Clay. What would he ever do without him?

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Apollo picked it up again.

spaceman: AND SOUP OR PORRIDGE [10:53 AM]

spaceman: FOR LUNCH [10:53 AM]

spaceman: Im kinda assuming mr wright wont be back before lunch cos ure usually MIA for almost an entire day when uve got a trial [10:54 AM]

You: good idea [10:54 AM]

spaceman: Careful not to drop the entire bottle of pepper in the pot again. Itll kill the poor girl. Her dads a lawyer, apollo. Dont risk it ;-;[10:54 AM]

You: THAT WAS ONE TIME [10:55 AM]

spaceman: Tell that to my poor tongue :( [10:55 AM]

You: I GET IT STOP [10:55 AM]

spaceman: RIP Clay Terran’s tongue. 2004-2024 Death by pepper poisoning. [10:55 AM]

You: ITS TIME TO S T O P [10:55 AM]

spaceman: Dont. Stop me nOOOOWWW [10:55 AM]

You: why r u quoting queen in 2027 [10:56 AM]

spaceman: Why r YOU quoting filthy frank in 2027 [10:56 AM]

You: why r we even friends [10:56 AM]

spaceman: What do u mean?? This is precisely why we r friends [10:56 AM]

spaceman: IVE BEEN CAUGHT MY PHONE NOOOOOOOO [10:56 AM]

You: wow. a murder right before my eyes. ngl i feel nothing for ur death. [10:57 AM]

spaceman: Aura speaking, apollo, stop texting clay while hes at work. [10:57 AM]

You: Noted. Sorry. [10:57 AM]

“Trucy, please get back in bed,” Apollo said. “You’re still sick.”

“My fever’s gone, isn’t it?” Trucy said, puffing her cheek, as she continued to carry things out of the fridge to be defrosted.

“Well, yeah,” Apollo said. “But you’re not completely well yet. The sick should stay in bed to rest.”

“Do you even follow your own advice?” Trucy said, arms akimbo.

“Yes?” Apollo tried, rubbing his bracelet.

The piercing look Trucy gave him made him shrink back. Lying was futile. She could perceive lies too after all. Was this what it felt like at the other end of courtroom scrutiny?

“Okay, fine. I don’t,” he admitted. “But you’re a kid! A growing kid! I’ll do the cooking, alright?”

“The guest shouldn’t be doing the cooking.”

“I’m not guest, Trucy! I’m supposed to take care of you!”

“Look, Dad’s coming back for lunch. I can’t leave him hungry,” she said.

Apollo drooped with a sigh. “I’m sure what he means is that he’s coming back to settle lunch for you. Look, I could even ask him right now!

“I highly doubt he can cook,” Trucy stated, pouting.

“Mr Wright’s an adult. I’m sure he can settle his own meals. But if you really think that, I can just do the cooking. Your germs are going to get in the food anyway.”

“I can wear a mask,” Trucy rebutted.

Apollo waved his arms wildly before dropping them in exhaustion. “Rest. Please? Trucy?”

Trucy frowned at her feet. “It’s just a meal. I can do a meal.”

“Exactly! So can your dad. It’s just a meal. He can handle that by himself,” he said.

“I’m cooking,” Trucy insisted, stomping her foot.

“Why are you so stubborn about this?” Apollo sighed. Then, he noticed her fists shaking with emotion. “Trucy…” He watched her closely. “Is this really just about cooking?”

Her sharp blue eyes shot up to glare at Apollo. “Polly! You’re perceiving me?!”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Apollo muttered, “Sorry. Habit. But answer me truthfully, Trucy.” He looked at her again, his brown orbs warm and gentle now. “This isn’t just about cooking lunch, is this?”

“I’m supposed to be the one who cooks lunch every day,” Trucy replied.

“So you see it as a- um… a duty?”

A silent nod.

“So skipping out makes you feel bad?” Apollo asked as he pulled a chair out and sat on it. “Like you’re not doing your part?”

Another nod. This time, she tentatively added, “It’s like a contract.”

He hummed in understanding. Then, he dragged another chair out and patted the seat.

Gingerly, Trucy sat down beside him. Her hands gripped the sides of the chair, tense.

“I kind of get it,” Apollo began. “I mean, being a foster kid, most of my relationships with my guardians feel like contracts too. ‘If you don’t do this and that, you won’t get, um, whatever.’ So I kind of get it. That kind of spread to my other relationships to be honest. So I always get this guilt when I’m not — I don’t know — performing?”

Trucy huffed in amusement.

“Have I ever told you about my best friend?”

“Clay?”

“Yeah, him. I used to always set rules for myself on what I should do for and with Clay,” Apollo continued. “I’d, um, not go for things, like parties or school projects, if he wasn’t going with me because I felt bad enjoying myself without him and stuff like that. When he found out, he got so mad at me and said it was dumb.”

Trucy snickered. “That is dumb.”

“Yeah, because, you know, he really hated that I wasn’t doing things for myself because I had set my own rules for our friendship. Well, the point I’m making is this,” Apollo said. “People who care about you wouldn’t want your relationship with them to restrict or hurt you, you know? People who really care would want the best for you, I think.” He looked up at Trucy. “And I think your father cares about you. A lot.”

Trucy was silent. She wasn’t meeting his eyes.

“I-I hope the things I said made sense,” Apollo stuttered. “I was just saying what I thought. I’m really not that good with words- URNGH!”

Trucy had slammed her face into his chest. Stiffly, Apollo’s arms hovered at his shoulder level as the teenager tightened her embrace. A fond smile spread across his face. Slowly, he lowered his arms over her shoulders and pat between her shoulder blades.

“Thanks, Polly,” Trucy said as she pulled back. She shot him a cheeky grin. “You make a pretty decent older brother.”

Apollo rolled his eyes. “Quit teasing me. Now, go sleep. I have a meal to make.”

#ace attorney #ace attorney secret santa #apollo justice #trucy wright #clay terran #sickfic #shenanigans #light angst #fluff #mostly fluff #hurt/comfort #humour #siblings #my writing

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huangfilms · 6 years

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Aged Up!Jaemin

summary: so my boss has been trying to set me up with her son for a while and i’ve never even met him and she doesn’t show pictures, but once i do meet him i find out that her son was my crush from high school many many years ago,,,, h elp || aged up au

(A/N) OKAY QUEENS! the results for the recent poll was jaemin! i swear i will get to All Of The Members soon i just need some time! also!!! please leave me feedback ! thank you kids and i hope you enjoy! (ps, once i write more and more, ill make a masterlist so u can see all of my works easily!) warning: this isnt edited cause ya girl TIRED

so... it was morning time

your alarm was blaring in your ear and you Did Not Want To Get up.

you absolutely loved your job (whatever that job may be, it is up 2 u)! but why did it have to start so early,, ya know?

also,,, it’s your boss,,,,,recently she’s been sweet talking you and it’s really uncomfortable since you two aren’t really close

and she always mentions her son

she goes on and on about how sweet he is, or how much of a gentleman he is. not to mention how handsome her son is

did i mention she’s always saying, ‘you’d be perfect for my son.’

and you’re just like??? oh

but today when you got to work, a sister SNAPPED

if you heard about your boss’ son one more time then-- well you’d get fired but anywho

so you got annoyed and told your boss, ‘if i say yes to going on one date with your son with you be quiet?’

and she went quiet and then had This Look on her face

next thing u know, she has the BIGGEST grin and then side-hugs you

you feel Awkward but whatever,,,, so anyway she

she tells u that u should b ready at ur home at like 4:30 or something since u two are going on a ‘date’

and then ur like??? wtf TODAY and she says uh,, yes.

and so u see her pull out her phone and then u Just Know that she’s texting her mystery son and then you get Anxious

well shit my dudes

life is crazy like that,,,,, so then she says that he is going to pick u up from ur home and ur like,,, he knows where i live now

okay!!! it’s ok kids,,,oof!!!

so time skip to 3:00 when your shift at work is d o n e and then u go home to flop on ur bed

Then You’re Anxious cause oh shit,,, ur going on a date with a person that u don’t even know. sike u thought

and so u change out of ur work clothes and throw on like a sweater or something and jeans or whatever

u have like 10 minutes to spare before that guy comes here and you’re kinda nervous,,,,,,,

but he is here EARLY OH MY LORD

so u have like a peep hole on ur door and u take a peak thru it and oh

oh my

you wha t

this boy behind the door is none other than the kid you used to crush on in high schoo l,, na jaemin

he never liked u back bc he never noticed u but,,, u ,,, got over it,,,,,,,,,

you could not believe that ur boss’ son was THIS DUDE,,,

you start to pace back and forth because what if he recognizes you,,, oh My Gosh

okay well anyway

you suck it up and then open the door because he’s been waiting for a while ksdjhfalksjhf

u notice that he’s looking down and he starts to speak when he looks up but then he stops

‘hey--’ and he just Stares At You and u start to wonder if he Does Remember You

and then he says ur name Which Means He DOES oh jeez and u were so close to slamming the door in his face because you Cannot Handle but it’s okay, everything is okay.....

‘haha hey,, um jaemin’

REAL UWU HOURS BECAUSE THIS CRUSH WAS UNREQUITED AND U NEVER FORGOT ABOUT IT UNTIL LIKE UR,, THIRD YEAR OF COLLEGE HEADAHHHSDLJFHAK

okay well now that u guys Clarified That You Remember Each Other

you became x27439823847398739384709213378468 more nervous because How Will This Go

okay wait,, how did he know ur name LMAO did he,, dare I say,,, remember you????

cause if he did then WOW life really is crazy

so then he starts to talk or whatever about going to the nearest coffee shop cause he feels drained and exhausted, ngl,,, you feel kinda tired too

so you guys are just like walking there and he’s been trying small talk like,,, what have u been up to since high school?

and u get so Shook because,,,, he noticed you LMAO

i mean you were always the shy one who got mediocre grades but never really broke the rules and hung out with like,,, one person.

u STILL hang out with that on e person and that dude is ur best friend jeno

but anyway,, you knew about jaemin in hs because of jeno, they were in the same friend group and jeno always invited you to hang out with them but u really weren’t comfortable with that LOL

so yeah u saw jaemin and took a liking to him because he was really sweet from what u heard from jeno,,, that boy would NOT stop talking about him to you because u became interested

i mean moments pass and u dont know how to feel anymore

so anyway,, u two make it to the shop and then u take a REAL good look at him when he goes up to order for the both of u guys

he’s aged really well,,, too well like honestly--- edges: Snatched

he just looks so,,,, good. and you just Know That You Have Lingering Feelings that you never really got over and they seem to be resurfacing

FEELINGS U BETTER STOP!!!

so he comes back with the drinks and he looks at you now while ur staring out the window,, just sippin ur coffee

nd he noticed that YOUVE grown,, u look way more mature and youve lost ur baby face,, oof

u kno he actually did like you back then,,, i mean if either one of u would have just TALKED to each other smh cjsjdjs

but whatever, in the past right? sike

so the date was coming to an end cause he had some stuff to do, so u guys swapped phone numbers

ever since then, u guys have been texting each other non-stop and always hanging out when you can

his mom?? she can tell that something is different with u because u arent grumpy in the mornings anymore HAHAHA

u start to smile more and become distracted on ur phone cause jaemin is always texting you

and his MOM JUST KNOWS OKAY

so she asks u about it like,,, half a year after u guys first met up

and u say smth like, ‘oh haha your son is such a kind soul,,, andimayormaynotlikehim’

its honestly really funny cause she been knew that jaemin had a small crush on u during hs cause he always talked abt u but never knew u were gonna apply for the job u had now and she cant believe that she remebers that WOW

so anyway she just has This Smile on her face all the time cause u make jaemin so happy

and so one day u and jaemin meet up back at that coffee shop

and then u two order or whatever and then he comes back with A Very Serious Look on his face and u get scared™️

but when he comes back he just shyly smiles and says a Long Speech

‘so i know that we’ve established that we remember each other from high school, but i just wanted to clarify that i like you, more than a friend. i really like you and ive liked you since i first saw you in the hallways all those years ago. i mean, when we went our separate ways i shoved those feelings aside but now that youre back in my life, so are those feelings i have for you. everytime i look at you, i just want to kiss you or hold your hand and i just—‘

but youve stopped listening because your whole being is: Shook

he just said that he liked you omg,,,,,

HE BEEN LIKING YOU OH MY JEEZ

AND THEN U JUST CUT HIM OFF BY REACHING OVER AND HOLDING HIS HAND AND THEN HE TURNS P I N K AND ITS ADORABLE U ALMOST COO

and so you say, ‘jaemin,, i really like you too.’ AND U BOTH JUST GRI N

AND SO HE ASKS TO KISS U CAUSE HES A WHOLE ASS GENTLEMAN

and so when u nod ur head he just SMILES AND THEN KISSES U

its SLOW AND ITS FULL OF PASSION AND IM SUFFERING MY UWUS: ON THE FLOOR EVE PLS GET ME A MOP AGAIN

A D WHEN U PULL BACK FROM EACH OTHER, U GUYS JUST SMILE SO HARD THAT UR CHEEKS JUST START TO HURT AND THEN HE ASKS U THAT™️ QUESTION

‘will u b my baby’ : )

AND THEN U SAY YES BECAUSE!! WHOLE CATCH U REALLY LIKE THIS MAN

SO the date is over, he walks u home, and when u get into ur house u dont see that he fist pumped in the air and nearly YELLED

so u go into work the next day and you are just HAPPY

and his momma Knows So She Looks At U With A Huge Smile

and then she lets u be cause U ! MAKE ! HER ! SON ! HAPPY !

so anyway jaemin as ur bf,, a real Dream

he would always drive you home from ur dates, pick you up from ur work,,,,

sometimes he would even sleep over , the dude has his own soace in ur closet and a toothbrush

WAKING UP TO HIS FACE IS SO GOOD CAUSE HE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL IN THE MORNING SUN

and its such a Good Ass Time my ass is Suffering omg

but anyway!! jaemin is such a sweetheart u could not believe that u didnt talk to him in hs cause you guys wouldve been together longer🤧🤧

anywho!! end!! i cant believe his momma set u two up 😪

Masterlist

#na jaemin scenarios #unlisted

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midnightrose1520 · 7 years

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Mafia Afterdeath: Chapter 13; Homeless Love Part 2

( heyyyyyy guyssss sorry for keeping u waiting been quite busy lately. Anyways here we go!!) “M-my name is Red.”, Red says shyly taking his hand. Pappy smiles helping him up. “Wow your literally skin and bones.”, Geno says as he looking over them both. Red scoots away from him a bit holding his brother tightly in a protective manner. “We aren’t gonna hurt you two. After all we kicked that dude butt saving u two.”, he says smiling lazily giving an calm demeanor. Red looks at all 3 of them. 1 can obviously tell their homeless like himself. 2 he literally just saw these brothers take down an grown adult who was very dangerous. Lastly his third observation seeing Geno’s eyes flicker a red color when he saw him kick the dangerous man. Which stick out a bit to Red. After all why would a naturally blue eye boy eyes turn red? (*coughcoughmcoufhcoufharkcoyghthiscoughintocoufhmemorybank*) All the sudden though Red feels tired and exhausted collapse to the ground as Pappy catches him and Blue caught Edge as Red dropped him when he collapsed. “Let’s get them to our home and quick before that dude wakes up.”, Pappy says to his brothers carrying Red bridal style. Red slightly flusters and blushes as he passes out. “Wow they look awful though.”, Geno says looking at them. “Let’s just get home..”, Pappy says sighing. As they all get to their meek makeshift home. It not to bad as it actually quite big fitting all 5 in their well enough. Blue begins to cook making sure to give Red and Edge large portions when he done. “ I don’t wanna take the meds! I don’t like them!!”, Geno says pouting angrily at Pappy. Pappy looks at his younger brother with inpatients, "I know u don't like them but to helps u from having bad dreams and nightmare flashbacks." , he says rubbing Geno head. ".....Can I take them after I eat though?...", Geno asks a little quietly. He was separated from his two older brothers for 9 months before they reunited. Many bad things happened which is why his eldest brother got the medication for. " Fine but u take em right after dinner.", he says sighing deeply. Geno smiles and hugs him as Pappy hugs him back rubbing his head. Blue looked over and smiles then to Red and Edge. Blue can tell Edge looks slightly more healthy then Red indicating that Red must of gave Edge most of his portions to him to keep him as healthy as possible. Pappy looks at Red slightly blushing thinking to himself "Man I must admit he really cute.". Geno sees his brother blush and starts teasing him making Pappy incredible embarrassed and flustered. Just as dinner got done, 20 minutes later, the new guest woke up. "Mmmm...Brother where are we?", Edge asks stretching and yawning. Red rubs his tiredly looking around saying, "I'm not sure..". He looks around as the aroma of food fills Edge and Red senses. Blue gives them their big portions, "Here u two go eat up as much as u want", he says smiling. "Though after we eat as well!", Geno says his cheeks puffed out since he really hungry. Pappy chuckles rubbing Geno head. "T-thank u..", Red looks at them with much thanks in his eyes though waiting see if it really alright to eat this much from them. "Well what u waiting for dig in u two!", Pappy says with a lazy smile while giving Geno his plate of food. Edge and Red don't hesitate as they starting eating their food without trying to wolf it down in a single bite. "Man you two eat almost like Geno here", Blue says a little teasing to his youngest brother. Geno shoots a pouty glare, "I do not!!", making Pappy burst out laughing. Edge looks around course this nice warm vibe making him tense not use to it. The same for Red but glad at least him and brother are with good people. "So what your guts name? We trusty didn't introduce ourselves well back there.", says Pappy as he eats. "O-oh um well my name is Red", Red says a little shyly. "I'm Edge", says a little bluntly since he still focusing intensely on eating. "My name is the Magnificent Sans!!", he says proudly his eyes sparkle a little making like he has giant stars in his eyes. "I'm Geno! I'm the captain of this good vibe boat!!!", he says his chest puffed out. Red giggles a bit while Edge snickers a bit seeing how cute he being. "Hahaha yea bro! My name is Papyrus but just call me Pappy or Pap for short", he says with a laid back voice. "Nice to meet u three", Red says, "We appreciate for saving our backs back there. That dude had us locked in that damn basement for months almost starving us.". "How u get out of there?", Pappy says listening intently. Edge speaks up saying quite proudly, "I punched him right in the kisser!!". Red nods, "Yea and we literally ran for like 4 blocks before running into u 3.", Geno looks at them with a bit of sympathy knowing what it liked to be trapped. Blue senses this and rubs his head. Geno smiles at his older brother. They all talk about a bit of their back grounds of how they ended up homeless kids with no parents. Red and Edge explained they were kidnapped and were sold off a couple times before coming here. They said they don't remember their parents as they both were pretty young. The Gaster brothers look at them feeling for them. They explained on how they lost their parents quite young and were put in a orphanage until they decided to run away together. They did this in fear of being spilt up from each other. After dinner was done and Pappy making sure Geno took his pills they all layer down. Edge next to Blue. Red next to Pappy and Geno right in the middle fast asleep. "Your little brother very up beat and cute", Red whispers to Pappy smiling. Pappy blushes a little and chuckles, "Yea~ though sometimes he stubborn as a mule for a 5 year old". Red giggles a lot. Blue and Edge are also asleep sleeping close to each other for warmth as winter slowly starts settling in. Pappy gets close to Red and as Red makes sure Geno warm as well. They all fall asleep cuddling into one another as that day two more were added into their family. ~~~~~flashback ends~~~~~~~ Reaper's eyes sparkle giggling, "Daw that so adorable and beautiful of how you all met!". Geno chuckles nodding at Reaper's reaction. Everyone pretty much eating dinner as they told the story. Red yawns tiredly, "Well im going to hit the hay.", he says stretching as well standing up. "Same here", Pappy says doing the same. Red and Pappy both head to their shared room hand in hand while they kissed each other walking away. Reaper smiles at the cute engaged couple. "I guess I shall head to bed as well! After all the Magnificent Sans must need his rest to do his tasks tomorrow!!", he says brightly. He then feels Edge pick him as he carries Blue to their bedroom. Blue blushes and flusters at Edge about carrying him. Only earning a smirk and peck on the lips from Edge, "You talk to much for a tired guy.". This making Blue explode in a blush. Geno laughs a little seeing his older brother get easily flustered by the smallest of things. "Are u tired doll?", Geno says to Reaper. "A little bit", Reaper says yawning. "Then I shall show u to a guest bedroom~.", Geno says smiling holding his arm out for Reaper. Reaper blushes by this taking his arm as Geno leads the way. Geno takes him to one of the many guest rooms for Reaper to use for the night. "Here you are doll", Geno says opening the door for Reaper. "Thank you so much Mr. Geno. You really don't need to do such wonderful things for me.", Reaper says a bit bashfully. Geno smiles warmly at that beautiful creature in front of his eyes and kiss his forehead. Reaper explodes in a blush making Geno smirk a little. "It's always a pleasure of doing these things for yea doll. You can just call me Geno though. Don't have to be so formal with me doll ~.", he says a little flirty like making Reaper go redder then he already was. Reaper nods shyly, "T-thank u...G-goodnight G-Geno.", he says flustered. Geno nods kissing his hand and walks away. Before though Geno frisky walked away Reaper went on his tippy toes and kissed his cheek. Geno blushed though didn't have time to fully process it as Reaper ran into the guest room shutting it yelling goodnight. Geno walks away now in a daze state into his room. Geno changes into his pjs and lays on his bed sighing to himself. "God have I fallen hard for that beautiful musical doll", he says chuckling. Those last words he said as he went to sleep. (Boom I did it holy crap this took 2 days for me to write!!!!! Reaper Sans belongs to @renrink Geno Sans belongs to @loverofpiggies Swap brothers and Fell brothers belong to their respective owners The version of these characters and this story owned by me! Hope u enjoyed! Peace!!)

#MafiaAfterdeath #shipping trash #undertale shipping trash #honeymustard #edgeberry #afterdeath #god this took forever #cute little reaper lol

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ramuoto · 7 years

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I’m ashamed. As much as i used to diss korean dramas for their weak plots and screwed-up pacing, my 2016 ended and 2017 began gloriously with nothing but korean dramas.

Here’s a list of the korean dramas that destroyed me and why they tugged at my heart strings so:

W - LEE JONG SUK AND HAN HYO JIN. i was initially attracted to it due to the unusual premise it was set in. like it’s a total dream come true for comic lovers HAHAHA. i had an inkling it was gonna end badly cos every episode just got progressively worse HAHA. it wasn’t bad-bad but i just thought the plot was digging a hole much deeper than it could be filled. which true enough, the latter half of the drama was an emotional wreck. however, kudos to the 2 leads who were utterly engaging and made the ridiculous plot gripping and even, believable. i still get slightly annoyed that the later half of the drama didnt have as many love-dove scenes that the couple deserved though. and i must say this again, lee jong suk is a beautiful man. HAHAHAHA. it had a good ost as well.

Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo - LEE SUNG KYUNG AND NAM JOO HYUK. this is the top of my list, and top of my 2016 journey of dramas. i started it with zero expectations (having been exhausted and slightly disappointed by W) and to say the least, it blew me away. i’ve always had a soft-spot for coming-of-age dramas and you have to admit, japanese are damn good at making them (see Orange Days, Honey and Clover) so i never expected koreans (who are admittedly better at fantasy dramas and dramatic plots) to produce something so good and so real. I LOVE IT, EVERY SINGLE SCENE AND MOMENT AND CHARACTER. (ok i lie, i think lee jae-yoon cant act, but he’s good at being awkward so i guess, that’s acting?) IVE NEVER WATCHED AND RE-WATCHED A DRAMA THIS MUCH. hahahaha. the chemistry between the 2 leads was so good and i loved them being just friends and then loved them even more when they were a couple. too cute! and like koreans can be so good at making sad scenes which make u cry so much but despite feeling depressed while watching the 2 bawl their eyes out, it’s like i had to much faith that these 2 would bounce back that i never felt the need to waste my tears. LIKE HAVE I EVER FELT SO MUCH FAITH FOR DRAMA CHARACTERS BEFORE. i dont know. this drama is so weird and hopeful. lol. im talking rubbish already but yeah, in short, this drama made my heart full and i couldn’t be more satisfied by the production cast of this drama. who cares about ratings when you’ve captured the hearts of your viewers. (:

Goblin - GONG YOO & LEE DONG WOOK (and kim go eun). Okay, I admit, I only started on this drama reluctantly because I loved the OST. It’s so beautiful! AND THE DRAMA IS SO PRETTY. i already thought koreans had pretty good cinematography to begin with but goblin was like a notch higher. the light source, angles, wide-screen were used so well to compliment each (useless) scene and i just ignored everything bad about the drama being shallow and all hahaha. no, seriously. this show is plot-less. it’s a fact, don’t even try to deny it. a whole episode can pass without anything substantial happening. i had so much more fun watching the historical scenes than any modern scene. but i ignored all that because by some miracle, the production crew were able to make nothing into fairylights and unicorn fart. THE SHOW IS SO PRETTY. and gong yoo & lee dong wook’s bromance was another useless highlight of the show. so yeah, still amazed how i got hooked onto a show for such shallow reasons. *plays the ost for the &*%(th-time*

lol. and no, im not gonna start on DOTS (sounds lame and shallow, and i dont like the guy) or Legend of the Blue Seas (i dont like lee minho. there, i said it.). i might need to start on a drama that finally doesnt give me happy endings for the sake of happy endings. thanks.

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mnovenia · 7 years

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WAITING FOR MIRACLE TO HAPPEN

(H-12 or 22? not so sure)

A week has passed since my last post. I did experience A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF FAITH. Never feel that God is as real as these days. And people? They have not been stopped being gracious to me.

Monday

I hosted Step and her Singaporean friend at my house. I was waiting with a heart full of hope. Sherny came along and cheer us all. They seem interested with my house but our Indonesian law is not beneficial to foreigners. I went to work and suddenly remembered that all Indo bank will be closed from June 23- July 3. Basically I only have 12 days to sell my house, GREAT! I can’t help anymore and so I shared with my brother and father. My Dad said: “Ya kalau belum siap nggak usah dipaksaain La. Kita gak tau rencana Tuhan kalau hrs terpahit pun tetap jalan. Klw gak jadi pun itu juga rencanaNya yg paling baik La. Sabar aja La.”

Hmm, the first person that turned me down and discourage me, is my very own father. Dalem hati sih pengen ngedumel: menurut Papa Tuhan mau yg terpahit buat aku? Boleh gak sih, bantu usaha apa gitu Pa, doain supaya bisa optimist, act like a father... Sedih sih, karena bener-bener cuma papa seorang, yang selama perjalanan ini gak dukung aku.. But it is no surprise, I was just trying to see the good. But I can’t hold my tears at the office, my coworkers noticed and even Pak Suwandi got teary, so they all were trying to cheer me up. Thank you guys, biar gimana pun I know God loves me by giving coworkers like you all.

On the other hand, my brother was so supportive, he encouraged me to keep going and trying different ways in order to sell our house. He said: yang penting biar bisa berangkat dulu, hehe.. Thank you ya Pam, biar gimana pun, kamu adek aku yang baik and we’re siblings forever.

Then I tried to send email to Ms.Ekaterina, the admission office, asking for extension of time because of Libur Lebaran and being honest about the condition of house selling. Within few minutes she replied: I think it’s ok, we can wait until July 10.

TERIMAKASIH YAA TUHAN YESUS, selalu ada miracle di tengah-tengah segala kesulitan ini..

At night I met with my LCG Amel, who happened to live in Belgia few years ago, so glad that she told me about basic stuffs that I need (like taking intensive Dutch lesson, how open Dutch people are, etc) and more importantly, she prayed for me afterwards, thank you sis for your support all these time <3

And I texted Dinah, the singaporean ladies about the house -> She read without giving any response. Ah, it’s okay, let’s just keep this thing in prayer, so I prayed on bended knee, crying out to the Lord till my head got so dizzy.

Tuesday

Woke up with dizzy head after long hours of crying. HR officer handed me a reference letter that said: I am moved to take care of Meikarta for a while, which means I can’t stay at the office. Handling so many customers, coworkers, packing and arranging changes of Sole Galore shipment, answering different texts about the house selling, Michelle’s farewell, etc. All I remember is just, it is exhausting. QUESTION: Why does everything happen at the same time?

People were helping out by sharing on Social Media, etc. I got few responses to, thank you guys, SO MUCH! I mean it! Highlight: Patrick & Fellys (Pak Suwandi’s childrean) called to say thanks for MAP vouchers I gave for their graduation gifts, lucu banget duo Halim ini :D

Wednesday

I was hopeless so I texted Karmila asking if she’s still interested to buy or not. She said: hi shel, sorry baru sempet bales. iya something came up in our business that require us to use the money. so we're gonna postpone to invest for a while. and i know u need it urgent. sorry....

During lifegroup I shared my story with Lydia and Launy, and how it related to the bible passage that we learned, ACTS 19. How God provide Paul through different trips (he stayed for 1 and a half year = my master study HAHA), people that He met, and so on. He is with Paul from the beginning and faithful till he finished the mission God put in his heart.

Post lifegroup I got to talk with Shannen for 5 mins drive, she shared her story about she got in to UPH 3 days before it started, and through a lot of miracles. I said: God, even some things turned me down, at the end of the day you always find me rest at your feet, gaining strength and being hopeful because You are the only one thing that I can hold on to. Thanks for sharing the words that I need Shan!

And before the day passed, Ci Riana texted me: Shel,I wish we can talk after LG, let me know how much u need to pay & by when? Pls dont give up, we'll work some thing out, U hvnt tell me how much? I can help pinjamin sebagian buat sementara, supaya your scholarship ga hangus, meaning u still need find help, aku yg dr dulu pengen see you fulfill your dream.

Yaampun ci, kenapa sih you baik banget.. udah ga ngerti lagi sebenernya what God put in your heart, tapi thank you ya ci for believing in me, even sodara sedarah ku aja gaada yang berniat or nawarin pinjemin ky cici.. you’re so generous, despite of many things yang juga happen to you, tapi cici masih mau pikirin aku.. thank you, wouldn’t make it this far without your support <3

Thursday

Hari biasa, kerja biasa, orang texting2 biasa tanya2 rumah, property agent called and so on. I was so sick because I put so much pressure on my chest and mind. I almost cancelled my meeting with Michelle’s parents, I went back and forth to the bathroom to calm my heart. Udah cape rasanya Tuhan, jawab2in pertanyaan yg uncertain hasilnya, kerja di lapangan, rasanya pengen deh skip this part. But then I still went to have dinner with the Nagels anyway, I felt God’s presence through Mr. David’s prayer. Such a lovely time.

Friday

Masih sama, so far yg texted and interested: temennya Sisca H, ci melissa, ci Irene, temennya fonny, Tansy, Caris, Sandra, temennye Niken, etc. Yang buat janji mau datang: Fenny, temen mama Maureen, dan Syan temen Fonny. Trus out of nowhere, Nongky texted: aku punya penawaran menarik, Sabtu ya aku dateng. Well, let’s see what will happen this weekend *masih edisi lemes* Sambil lembur ngedit video buat Michelle’s farewell the next day (WHY CHELLE WHY YOU LEAVE ME IN TIME LIKE THIS, super sad)

Saturday

Temen mama Maureen ngabarin kalo ga jadi liat rumah, karena ada urusan keluarga, well, sad ilang satu kesempatan, tapi mau gimana lagi. Ok bye! Let’s just have last McD brunch with Michelle.Then we prayed together at my house, then a fun farewell party at Klapa Ijo, Then I went home siap-siap mau ketemu Nongky and Thendra (old faithful friend from UPH yang selalu jadi teman setia buat cerita realita hidup yang pahit, nyampah2 dan juga manis. Ingat, bukan temen foto2 buat Instagram, she’s my REAL friend for life).

Coming all the way from Jakarta to see my house for the first time. I had no idea penawaran menarik macem apa yang mau mereka tawarin, I was just hoping to be a good host at that time. Nongky udah numpang ke WC, muter2 liat rumah until Thendra bilang: yuk kita pergi dinner, sambil kita ngomongin.

Sampe di D’Best kitchen (tempat bersejarah ahaha), ngobrol2 berhadiah trus Thendra bilang: La, jujurnya gw sm Vina itu hidup cukup aja, gak berlebih gak kurang. Tapi kita cuma mau bantu lu, kita mau lu bisa berangka,sekolah, karena lu punya potensi jadi ‘orang’ suatu hari nanti. Gw jujur ya, even sama sodara pun gw ga sepenuhnya bisa percaya, tapi lu udah kita anggep lebih dari saudara. Saat ini lu butuh dana, dan pas dana yang kita punya sejumlah yang lu butuh, kalo lu masih perlu, gw bisa cariin lagi 50-100 juta.

Gw: *bengong, terkejut, ga bisa berkata-kata* meanwhile Nongky cuma diem dan nimpaling dikit-dikit.. ‘jadi systemnya gw balikin dana dan bunganya gimana Then?’

Thendra: tadinya gw mau pinjem KPR buat sisa dana buat beli rumahlu, tp dengan bunga segitu gw prefer cara lain. Of course kita ada hitungan bunga, disesuaikan sm pasar (investor banget, kak), lu bayar kita dari uang sewa rumah, itu aja untuk 2 taun ke depan..

Gw: trus pokoknya ntar gw bayar pake apa?

Thendra: kita ga tau ya apa yang akan terjadi dalam 2 tahun, tp gw yakin, saat lu balik kesini atau saat itu lu stay disana pun, lu akan find a way buat balikin.. sejelek-jeleknya, nanti ya rumah masih bisa dijual.. gw lebih suka invest sama orang yang gw tau, dia bisa gw percaya.. Lu udah kita anggep lebih dari sodara...kita ga mau lu kehilangan asset La, kita tau lu butuh jual, tapi kita coba cari solusinya supaya juga lu tetep bisa pergi tanpa kehilangan asset yang dijual dengan harga BU karena keadaan terdesak begini..tapi ini bisa jadi your last option, lu doa dan gumulin, lu pikirin kalo ini bisa jadi jalan keluar supaya lu tetep bisa pergi ke Belanda.. Selama ini gw liat, masalah keluarga lu selalu holding you back, dari masalah punya pasangan, dsb. Sekarang, mumpung ada kesempatan, kita ga mau liat lu miss out lagi.. Lu juga udah harus start pikirin dan tata masa depan lu sendiri La...

Gw: mewek sejadi-jadinya

Then we chatted about a lot of things, how we’re striving to finance our family, our giving to the church, our jobs, etc. Thendra is so wise in spending money and arrange it for investment, so I said to Nongky: ‘Seneng ya Nong, beban mu satu udah beres, dikasih suami sebaik dan sebijak Thendra, doain aku nemu yang kaya Thendra KW2 nanti HAHAHA.’ Kalian bener-bener pasangan favoritku, adem ayem, gak neko-neko, pekerja keras, fun dan lurus.. Aku yakin Tuhan akan selalu berkenan atas keluarga kecil kalian..

Rasanya, ya Tuhan, ini berkat apa lagi, 2 minggu berturut-turut, You made me amazed, dan Tuhan kirimin couple yang dateng jauh-jauh ke rumah cuma untuk aku bisa ngerasain kl Tuhan tuh bener2 sayang, dan bukan hanya gak pernah menelantarkan aku, tapi You gave more than what I deserved, who am I to understand Your way God.. your love is so evident in my life, help me to never forget Your kindness and continue to give you praise for things you entrust me with...

And buat Nongky and Thendra, kalian tuh bener-bener couple malaikat, disaat kalian sibuk dengan kerjaan masing-masing, masih urus anak (bahkan Abrielle sempet muntah-muntah malem itu) dan keluarga besar, tapi sempet-sempetnya talked to each other (nongky nih bener-bner ya, entah dia cerita apa ke suami nya, setiap kita selesai lunch bareng) mikirin jalan keluar gw supaya bisa mencapai cita-cita tapi and at the same time gak kehilangan rumah.. I feel so humbled and honored bisa kenal dan dipercaya sama kalian, eventhough mungkin bener-bener ketemu dan ngobrol sama Thendra gak lebih dari 5x. Belum selesai impressed sama tawarannya, Nongky bilang: aku punya hadiah ni, happy belated birthday *sambil ngeluarin kotak tulisannyaa Hush Puppies*

Gw: ini gila sih, apa lagi coba ya.. ternyata Nongky beliin jam tangan yang sama dengan dia punya, dia dengan gayanya yang khas: ‘jadi kita kembarannnn’.. ‘kan kamu cerita terakhir beli jam udah berapa tahun lalu dan kamu dikasih sm orang tuanya temenmu’.. I was like, ‘ini beneran?’ Thendra, sorry ya ini istrinya malah spend money buat beliin gw jam tangan lagi.. Yaampun, bener-bener deh itu malem penuh keajaiban, penuh kebahagiaan..

At the end sebelum pulang, Thendra pimpin kita doa, dalam doanya dia bilang: Tuhan, kalau memang ini jalan-Mu, untuk Lala pergi lanjut sekolah, kami yakin tidak ada seorang pun yang bisa tutup pintu.. Gw ga bisa beraksi apa-apa lagi, gak cukup rasanya buat bilang terima kasih berkali-kali sama mereka, they deserve the highest honor as my God-sent friends.. I hugged Nongky and thanked her and we both cried.. thank you so much once again, aku ga bakal lupain kebaikan kalian, dan terutama kamu Nong... dibalik gayamu yang cuek itu, you are thoughtful in so many ways.. One day God, I promise you that I will find a way to repay their kindness.. :’))

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