[...Apparently, he's about to have company. Masaomi idly flips the phone open and closed several times before stuffing it back into his pocket. He doesn't feel like talking, but he doesn't feel like leaving either. From the beginning, the old, run down high school has been a small comfort for Masaomi - a familiarity that he can control, a haven for nostalgia - and as he sits perched atop one of the desks in the frontmost classroom, he can't bring himself to uncross his legs and walk out.
When Izumo enters the school, offering him bento cutely wrapped and everything aside, that nostalgia explodes into an endearing and painfully out of place romantic cliche. Masaomi wants so badly to laugh and cry at the same time, so he just laughs. He stares at her, holding the box lunch so seriously, and erupts into a hiccup strewn fit, equal parts laughing and gasping for air, stomach doubled over as he squeezes it tight and launches his forehead into the desktop.
Absently, he entertains the thought of suffocating like this, from laughing too hard. He's not as opposed to it as he should be.]
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When Izumo enters the school, offering him bento cutely wrapped and everything aside, that nostalgia explodes into an endearing and painfully out of place romantic cliche. Masaomi wants so badly to laugh and cry at the same time, so he just laughs. He stares at her, holding the box lunch so seriously, and erupts into a hiccup strewn fit, equal parts laughing and gasping for air, stomach doubled over as he squeezes it tight and launches his forehead into the desktop.
Absently, he entertains the thought of suffocating like this, from laughing too hard. He's not as opposed to it as he should be.]