[He hates this. If it's an injury or any other sickness, he'd bear with it. Those are easy to understand, and easy for him to accept and recover from. But not Hanahaki.
At hearing Mikazuki's voice, he's silent for a moment. Before his cough breaks it, after his heart beats painfully.]
... Y-Yeah... I do. [He wants to Mikazuki. He also need to see him, but he still want to. After a moment, he speaks again.] Come in.
[Yamanbagiri's room have flower petals here and there, particularly around where his futon would get laid out and his desk. The small bin already have some petals in them, as he didn't want to make more work for Horikawa to clean up.
As for Yamanbagiri himself, he's sitting at the desk. He's not even doing anything, and he have no work. But it's a little better than staring at the ceiling aimlessly.
He glances over, and look back down at his lap. His fingers fidget with each other.]
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At hearing Mikazuki's voice, he's silent for a moment. Before his cough breaks it, after his heart beats painfully.]
... Y-Yeah... I do. [He wants to Mikazuki. He also need to see him, but he still want to. After a moment, he speaks again.] Come in.
[Yamanbagiri's room have flower petals here and there, particularly around where his futon would get laid out and his desk. The small bin already have some petals in them, as he didn't want to make more work for Horikawa to clean up.
As for Yamanbagiri himself, he's sitting at the desk. He's not even doing anything, and he have no work. But it's a little better than staring at the ceiling aimlessly.
He glances over, and look back down at his lap. His fingers fidget with each other.]