Mitsuru had grown into an ideal leader, Fuuka thought. She was able to switch from ferocious to gentle in a matter of seconds. It was a good thing too, otherwise Junpei might not have been able to speak at all.
Listening to Junpei recall his last memory made Fuuka catch her breath; she couldn't believe he had forgotten so much. Lost so much. He was the same Junpei she loved, and yet was different. He couldn't even imagine being friends with Mitsuru, let alone that he had once fought along side her.
'He doesn't remember Minato...' she realized, watching him as he fumbled over his words. How she wanted to embrace him, and kiss his face. She wanted to promise him that things would be alright, and she would carry him through whatever lay ahead. But she couldn't. He wouldn't understand why.
Lost in her own thoughts, she had to take a second to understand what Mitsuru had said. Turning to her, she furrowed her brow a moment, before it hit her. Of course it made sense on a practical level, but it would also spare an explanation of why Junpei and her shared a flat. Fumbling over her own words now, she said, "I-I can do that, Mitsuru! I-I mean...it would be the most practical option."
Glancing at Junpei, she gave his shoulder a squeeze and a quick smile. "I'm a very good observer, and...well, since we are..." she struggled to think of a word, "...classmates, I can help you get back into a routine again." It was weak reasoning, but it was all she could think of.
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Re: Two
Date: 2013-05-23 08:00 pm (UTC)Listening to Junpei recall his last memory made Fuuka catch her breath; she couldn't believe he had forgotten so much. Lost so much. He was the same Junpei she loved, and yet was different. He couldn't even imagine being friends with Mitsuru, let alone that he had once fought along side her.
'He doesn't remember Minato...' she realized, watching him as he fumbled over his words. How she wanted to embrace him, and kiss his face. She wanted to promise him that things would be alright, and she would carry him through whatever lay ahead. But she couldn't. He wouldn't understand why.
Lost in her own thoughts, she had to take a second to understand what Mitsuru had said. Turning to her, she furrowed her brow a moment, before it hit her. Of course it made sense on a practical level, but it would also spare an explanation of why Junpei and her shared a flat. Fumbling over her own words now, she said, "I-I can do that, Mitsuru! I-I mean...it would be the most practical option."
Glancing at Junpei, she gave his shoulder a squeeze and a quick smile. "I'm a very good observer, and...well, since we are..." she struggled to think of a word, "...classmates, I can help you get back into a routine again." It was weak reasoning, but it was all she could think of.