🖋 for Chizuko and Tatsuo? Idea, Jonah had accidentally overheard them about how they suffered in the past. But the cousins didn't see him.
why am i being dumb for not able to catch up with others' lore? again, sorry for the misinterpretation and probably inaccurate portrayal of panic attack
Loud heavy breathing was not something that Jonah expected when he entered the Ramshackle Dorm. Worst of all, it was coming from the girl’s hallway. Dropping his stuff to the common room couch, he ran down the hall. Who is getting hurt? Would he need a first aid kit? There has to be one in every bathroom right? Or maybe they’re to hurt to move around? Or maybe-
"In in four, out in seven."
Skidding to a stop, Jonah pulled himself close to the wall next to the barely open door. It was only now once he counted, he was near Senior Miyato’s room. That actually sounded like Senior Kimoto. Tip-toeing closer to the gap, Jonah took a peek inside.
Miyato was on the floor, legs pulled closed to her chest and both hands gripping her head tight. She was trembling and her breath was still ragged. Kimoto knelt in front of her as he gently grabbed her wrist, rubbing small circles on the skin.
“That's it Chizuko. In in four, out in seven," Kimoto said again. Miyato did as she was told, albeit with a bit of trouble. Jonah frowned ever so slighty. Now, panic attack wasn’t something he was unfamiliar with. Heck, he had several panic attack in the past. It was just seeing Miyato being the one having that, the same Miyato who would kick his ass single-handedly.
It took a moment before Miyato’s breath was at normal pace and she was no longer gripping her hair. Slowly, she lifted her face, looking at her cousin. "I'm okay," she said despite her raspy voice. "Sorry. Had a moment."
Kimoto let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah. No need to apologize."
There were silent for a few moment until Miyato sighed, hugging her legs closer and resting her forehead onto her knees. "I just... I kept seeing them.”
Kimoto scooted closer to her, a hand on her back as he pat her lovingly. “Me too,” he whispered back.
It was then Jonah realized a not so good fact: he barely know anything about the cousins. Respecting boundary is one thing, but the cousins barely tell him anything about their past. Even at their most talkative moment, he knew that there were still things they were still keeping, something dark. And he couldn’t help anything.
That what made him get up and go to the kitchen, opening the fridge and turning of the stove. The oil is heating, flour and breadcrumbs prepared, chicken is whacked, and eggs are whisk. He couldn’t help anything, true, so this would probably be useless. But he is the captain, and he will take care of his crew. If Miyato hungry there will be food prepared.
It was when he turned around from the stove, crispy chicken on the tongs, he was the black-haired male already leaning against the archway to the kitchen.
“Senior Kimoto.” Jonah balanced the food to avoid from dropping it before putting on of the rack. “I’m making some fried chicken. Would you like some?”
“How much did you hear?” Kimoto asked, voice flat but there was a hint of threat.
Jonah sighed. “A lot.” He turned off the stove. “Do you often get an episode like that?”
Kimoto sighed. “Only when we’re in the rock-bottom stress.”
“Do you...” Jonah scrunched his apron. “Do you ever want to talk about it? Other than to Senior Miyato?”
Kimoto was silent, looking at him as if he was judging him whether or not he is worthy for the secret. “I’m not letting you get involved.”
“I’m pretty much already got involved with you being my dormmate,” Jonah spatted. He didn’t mean it, but there was a small spot, a selfish part of him, that was frustrated. “What kind of captain I would be if I can’t help my crew?”
“It’s not that we don’t want you.” Kimoto said again. “This is just something that only me and Chizuko need to solve on our own.”
The selfish part bubbled up again. "We might be one dorm, but it still feels like we’re strangers. You’re not the only one who have everlasting scars.” A very vague feeling of dread resurface. Even if he doesn’t remember it, his heart could recognize it. The connection was still there. And that was why his hands still tremble whether he saw the unopened package in his room yet don’t have the will to throw it out.
Kimoto didn’t say anything. No words is needed. His glare was enough. It was a few moment that Jonah remembered that he was the weakest member of Ramshackle Dorm, the self proclaimed captain with a measly magic power. Kimoto could easily snap his neck and nobody would remember him.
As Kimoto walked away, Jonah quickly finished the food and grabbed his bag to go out. He didn’t know where, maybe with Ace and Deuce, or maybe have tea with Crowley and Vil. He just wanted to get out of that dorm. The secret was too suffocating.
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I can't be the only one who didn't interpret Sam and Celia's interactions as romantic, right?
Like. He was literally just being friendly?? I literally didn't even consider him being romantically interested in Celia until Alice brought it up.
Or maybe I'm looking too much into it and it's just a throwaway line of Alice teasing him for shits and giggles, who knows
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There was a post where I saw two people I follow reblog. At first I was like huh? because it was about two people sharing what they like to wear as masculine clothing, on tiktok. And the response amounted to "lmao these women think pants=masculinity!" and there was a picture of miss piggy with a similar caption as the original people used.
I can't seem to find it now, so I don't remember the details, but what little I do remember doesn't sit right with me, especially since those reblogging were also the type who supposedly had similar views to mine on gender? Namely, I could have sworn they held the opinion that being transgender doesn't have to look like traditional ideas of masculinity and femininity, and yet here these same people were making fun of someone because they wore pink when they feel masculine.
Maybe I'm misremembering or misinterpreting. I just keep thinking about wanting to get myself new clothes and worrying about how it presents my gender.
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