Your character is suddenly compelled to announce exactly why their life sucks. Other characters respond with sympathy, shock, pointing and laughing, whatever works.
Whoa geez, Junpei's eyes slammed shut, waiting for the hit--
Only to feel the impact-- air wizzing past his ear, the force of that punch against the wall vibrating in his chest. Seems like Akihiko wasn't the only one with a mean right hook.
For a second, silence. And then...
"...It's not... too late, to stop running, senpai."
Her voice rings out bright and sharp, to cut through the tension. It's not half as authoritative as she'd wanted it to be. Leader Voice failed her, but it's not hard to tell why, with the tears starting to fall and the creased look of her forehead. Her boys are fighting, two of the most important people in the whole world. She loves them both so much it aches and seeing them tear at each other like this is more than she can bear.
Especially after everything else.
Maybe it doesn't make sense, but that doesn't matter. They're here, and she's here, and she's going to hug them. Gently placing both hands on Shinjiro's fist to take it away from the wall, and then grabbing Junpei by the shoulder.
Hug, goddamnit! She's clinging on tight so they can't get away.
Her voice is his weakness. The rage dissolves into confusion, and he can finally feel the sting of his punch in his fingers as he's pulled away. Though almost instantly, his arm is wrapped around Iori, and she forces the two of them to embrace. He grunts in confusion, but he'll do what it takes to make her happy.
Shinjiro's not the only one left off kilter from the sound of her voice. She's embracing them-- and also making the two of them hug it out, it seems.
A shuddering breath leaves him, and his body-- relaxes, the tension dissolving from her presences.
One of his arms moves to probably snake around her and return the hug as well. Fine, he'll hug dead-man-walking-senpai, but you get one too.
"... I just... don't wanna lose anyone else." his voice is soft-- he was never good at shutting up once he started, "I know it's... gonna happen, life happens, but... not like that."
She mumbles something incoherent in response to Shinjiro. Yes, it's me. Shhh, it's okay. She pulls them both in tighter to her shoulders, feeling a bit awkward because she is by far the shortest member of this group hug. Oh well.
A shuddering breath to try to hold back the tears, and she shakes her head against them. "Not like this." She agrees. She isn't going to tell Junpei he's wrong, about his assessment of Shinjiro's problems... but this isn't the way to face them. This isn't the intervention he needs.
"Senpai, on graduation day you said you would still be my senpai, no matter how old we get. Junpei counts too, okay?" No buts.
"... I'm sorry." not... so much for what he said-- that was true, thoughts he just held back because, what did he know, right? He's just Junpei, Ace Defective. He isn't smart, like the rest of the team. But how he said it was pretty shitty, even he had to admit.
"...Just... we wanna help. If you'd just... let us."
She gives them one last squeeze, before gently letting up, setting them free from the forcible hug and so they can see her face.
"I love you both, you big dummies." She wipes a tear from her cheek, but her eyes are clear again. "Junpei's heart was in the right place, even if he let it get away from him." She softens even more, adjusting Shinjiro's coat, fussing.
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Only to feel the impact-- air wizzing past his ear, the force of that punch against the wall vibrating in his chest. Seems like Akihiko wasn't the only one with a mean right hook.
For a second, silence. And then...
"...It's not... too late, to stop running, senpai."
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Her voice rings out bright and sharp, to cut through the tension. It's not half as authoritative as she'd wanted it to be. Leader Voice failed her, but it's not hard to tell why, with the tears starting to fall and the creased look of her forehead. Her boys are fighting, two of the most important people in the whole world. She loves them both so much it aches and seeing them tear at each other like this is more than she can bear.
Especially after everything else.
Maybe it doesn't make sense, but that doesn't matter. They're here, and she's here, and she's going to hug them. Gently placing both hands on Shinjiro's fist to take it away from the wall, and then grabbing Junpei by the shoulder.
Hug, goddamnit! She's clinging on tight so they can't get away.
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Her voice is his weakness. The rage dissolves into confusion, and he can finally feel the sting of his punch in his fingers as he's pulled away. Though almost instantly, his arm is wrapped around Iori, and she forces the two of them to embrace. He grunts in confusion, but he'll do what it takes to make her happy.
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A shuddering breath leaves him, and his body-- relaxes, the tension dissolving from her presences.
One of his arms moves to probably snake around her and return the hug as well. Fine, he'll hug dead-man-walking-senpai, but you get one too.
"... I just... don't wanna lose anyone else." his voice is soft-- he was never good at shutting up once he started, "I know it's... gonna happen, life happens, but... not like that."
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A shuddering breath to try to hold back the tears, and she shakes her head against them. "Not like this." She agrees. She isn't going to tell Junpei he's wrong, about his assessment of Shinjiro's problems... but this isn't the way to face them. This isn't the intervention he needs.
"Senpai, on graduation day you said you would still be my senpai, no matter how old we get. Junpei counts too, okay?" No buts.
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Damn it, there's something in his eye.
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"...Just... we wanna help. If you'd just... let us."
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"I love you both, you big dummies." She wipes a tear from her cheek, but her eyes are clear again. "Junpei's heart was in the right place, even if he let it get away from him." She softens even more, adjusting Shinjiro's coat, fussing.
"We worry about you."