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writetomyheart2025-05-01 05:04 pm
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[team four] hush little heart vi - complete
India Stoker (Stoker) & Morino Yoru (GOTH); PG; 204 words
A continuation from part I (includes prompt details), part II, part III, part IV, and part V.
A reflection on this story, now that it's finished: I didn't manage to use the prompt really at all! I think I'll need to try to write something from India's point of view instead, because Morino Yoru just doesn't really care enough to be that intense.
All of the seats aren’t taken. The foreigner plops down into a seat at the back of the bus rather than sitting in the priority seating. Yoru would rather stand anyway. There’s an office worker a few steps away, holding onto a plastic cup, condensation beading on the transparent surface, and Yoru thinks about her lost drink.
It’s mildly annoying.
She’s still thinking about it when she gets off at her stop, noticing that the level of coffee is lower in the office worker’s cup as she passes by.
“You forgot your phone,” Kamiyama says from where he’s leaning against the bus shelter. Yoru brushes her hand on her skirt, and reaches out to accept it. She doesn’t ask why he’s here, or how he got it.
“I want coffee,” she says instead. “The cup I got was wasted.”
Kamiyama nods. It’s summer, insects buzzing in the background. There’s nothing better to do. The bus pulls away from the stop, and Yoru sees the foreigner through the window of the bus. Their eyes meet, and the foreigner tips her head.
In her pocket, she can feel her phone vibrate with a notification.
From a new sender, India Stoker, there’s a single message.
👋
I'm finally posting this shortly after tagginglovesgaze on Discord!
A continuation from part I (includes prompt details), part II, part III, part IV, and part V.
A reflection on this story, now that it's finished: I didn't manage to use the prompt really at all! I think I'll need to try to write something from India's point of view instead, because Morino Yoru just doesn't really care enough to be that intense.
All of the seats aren’t taken. The foreigner plops down into a seat at the back of the bus rather than sitting in the priority seating. Yoru would rather stand anyway. There’s an office worker a few steps away, holding onto a plastic cup, condensation beading on the transparent surface, and Yoru thinks about her lost drink.
It’s mildly annoying.
She’s still thinking about it when she gets off at her stop, noticing that the level of coffee is lower in the office worker’s cup as she passes by.
“You forgot your phone,” Kamiyama says from where he’s leaning against the bus shelter. Yoru brushes her hand on her skirt, and reaches out to accept it. She doesn’t ask why he’s here, or how he got it.
“I want coffee,” she says instead. “The cup I got was wasted.”
Kamiyama nods. It’s summer, insects buzzing in the background. There’s nothing better to do. The bus pulls away from the stop, and Yoru sees the foreigner through the window of the bus. Their eyes meet, and the foreigner tips her head.
In her pocket, she can feel her phone vibrate with a notification.
From a new sender, India Stoker, there’s a single message.
👋
I'm finally posting this shortly after tagging
lovesgaze on Discord!