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F A C EXC L A I M
Miyamura Izumi | Horimiya
H E XXC O D E S
Dialogue Color : #0072BC | Thought Color : #007650
R O L E P L A Y E R
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Once he was dressed and had eaten something, he moved to leave, but his gaze turned back to the sketchbook and lingered there until he finally made a decision, grabbing the book and shoving it deep into his bag. The walk was short as it was but felt even shorter since Hina spent the entire fifteen minutes lost in thought. Thoughts of Makoto. Memories of Makoto, old and new. No matter what he did, he just couldn't get the boy out of his head, not that he really wanted to. Yeah, there's now way I'm going to be able to stop wallowing in memories. Hinata smiled and waved to a few of his classmates. XX
Hinata didn't care much for his first class. He and Makoto had spent centuries watching history play out first-hand, so there wasn't much he didn't know, even if a lot of the information in the history textbooks was false. And thus, he spent the majority of the class drawing Makoto yet again, though this time in the same outfit and expression he'd been wearing at the cafe the previous night. He managed to complete two more drawings of the boy before the bell rang and the teachers switched out, his mathematics class beginning. Hinata enjoyed mathematics, yet still ended up doodling Makoto in the margins of his notebook. The next two classes went by in this same fashion, with indecipherable notes surrounded by dozens of images of a young boy. XX
As lunchtime rolled around again, Hina gave into his better judgement and fled the classroom, heading to the vending machine to avoid his 'fangirls'. XXXX