[ Tsukasa falters, trying to sort through his complicated feelings—because that's what they are, between his memories and his memories. Mizuki Sena isn't someone he'd normally go out of his way to interact with, probably.
Or maybe it's more like, normally, he's not the kind of person he'd be able to interact with. In a way, neither is Anya, though. He was just lucky—it was just chance—so much has been up to fate. He responds to the tenseness of her hand with a squeeze, looking up at the ceiling instead of at her. ]
Sena-senpai [ because saying that feels right—better, even, even though technically he isn't his senpai anymore, with the live over, even if he's that in his memories ] is difficult, I guess. I don't think he likes me very much, but he's taken advice and stuff from me... and he's given me peptalks about some stuff, too. He calls me by a nickname, both here and in my memories... I feel like in those, I'm also frustrated, but I admire him, too.
[ ... ]
There's a memory I have of when I first went to join that unit. [ Softer, closing his eyes to see it better. ] I didn't have eyes for anyone but Sena-senpai—I even ignored someone who I called "oniisama," who seemed amused that I hadn't even noticed him, because Sena-senpai was the leader of that unit then. I was really excited about mastering what he told me to so he'd have to let me join, and I was very happy when he treated me like I was a kouhai instead of some sort of noble... I guess. I think that's why. The other me's very well-off, so I bet he has a lot of people who treat him differently...
[ He trails off, lips pursing, and shakes his head before he finally turns back to her. ]
It's not that... He isn't nice, not really, but it's like... [ ...Urgh. ] He's not outright mean? Something like tough love, or something... Sena-senpai's rough around the edges, and honestly, it's really irritating? I never get this huffy about anyone though, I don't think it's right to. [ Because he's a polite boy who was raised with manners and a penchant for respecting those older than him. And to not be competitive. And to not take after his older sibling at all, essentially. ] It's just...
[ He squeezes her hand again, sighing. ]
Difficult. Please don't tell him that I'm truly thankful for what he's said to me, since I think he'd get a really big head if he knew that... I mean, I did thank him, but... [ A huff. ] He'd tease me for still thinking about all of that, since I'm sure it's no big deal to him at all.
[ Tsukasa pauses then, studying her, and tries to smile a little. ]
Sorry if I worried you. It's nothing compared to all the cheek-pulling I get from Hinata, or all the dragging around I get from Mafuyu—Sena-senpai has to compete with real bullies~. Though, they're my friends, so...
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[ Tsukasa falters, trying to sort through his complicated feelings—because that's what they are, between his memories and his memories. Mizuki Sena isn't someone he'd normally go out of his way to interact with, probably.
Or maybe it's more like, normally, he's not the kind of person he'd be able to interact with. In a way, neither is Anya, though. He was just lucky—it was just chance—so much has been up to fate. He responds to the tenseness of her hand with a squeeze, looking up at the ceiling instead of at her. ]
Sena-senpai [ because saying that feels right—better, even, even though technically he isn't his senpai anymore, with the live over, even if he's that in his memories ] is difficult, I guess. I don't think he likes me very much, but he's taken advice and stuff from me... and he's given me peptalks about some stuff, too. He calls me by a nickname, both here and in my memories... I feel like in those, I'm also frustrated, but I admire him, too.
[ ... ]
There's a memory I have of when I first went to join that unit. [ Softer, closing his eyes to see it better. ] I didn't have eyes for anyone but Sena-senpai—I even ignored someone who I called "oniisama," who seemed amused that I hadn't even noticed him, because Sena-senpai was the leader of that unit then. I was really excited about mastering what he told me to so he'd have to let me join, and I was very happy when he treated me like I was a kouhai instead of some sort of noble... I guess. I think that's why. The other me's very well-off, so I bet he has a lot of people who treat him differently...
[ He trails off, lips pursing, and shakes his head before he finally turns back to her. ]
It's not that... He isn't nice, not really, but it's like... [ ...Urgh. ] He's not outright mean? Something like tough love, or something... Sena-senpai's rough around the edges, and honestly, it's really irritating? I never get this huffy about anyone though, I don't think it's right to. [ Because he's a polite boy who was raised with manners and a penchant for respecting those older than him. And to not be competitive. And to not take after his older sibling at all, essentially. ] It's just...
[ He squeezes her hand again, sighing. ]
Difficult. Please don't tell him that I'm truly thankful for what he's said to me, since I think he'd get a really big head if he knew that... I mean, I did thank him, but... [ A huff. ] He'd tease me for still thinking about all of that, since I'm sure it's no big deal to him at all.
[ Tsukasa pauses then, studying her, and tries to smile a little. ]
Sorry if I worried you. It's nothing compared to all the cheek-pulling I get from Hinata, or all the dragging around I get from Mafuyu—Sena-senpai has to compete with real bullies~. Though, they're my friends, so...