He wakes up with a rasping gasp and immediately sits up and starts coughing.
What... the fuck?
Yep, you totally would! Uhh okay I'm explaining everything out of order because I almost died just five minutes ago. Important context: I just time travelled from the future, a future in which you were dead and I was about to be. And I thought by now you'd be a magical boy already but apparently it was meant to happen over the next two weeks or something.
—oh, my name is Iwasaki Yutaka, I'm a new transfer student, I was going to meet you today. Nice to meet you.
Oh, he also digs his magical boy outfit so much. White tights with silver streaks down the sides going into boots; this cool weird-looking robe thing that's also tight on the torso but flares out at the sleeves, with the sides of the stomach area missing and the coattails starting above his navel so his side abs and navel are exposed, also in white-and-silver plus a clockwork clock design on the back (which he can see on his bathroom mirror); white gloves with a diamond-shaped silver gem on the back of his left hand; a black choker; and a shield thingy attached to his left forearm, also with a clockwork design.
It's so gay he loves it.
Um, so, the way you become a magical boy is that you tell Kyūbey about a wish, it has to be something you desire with all your heart, and then he grants your wish in exchange for turning you into a magical boy. There's, like, a lot of caveats, you gotta fight evil monsters called 'witches', and we died to a huge one that was big and strong enough to destroy the whole city. I spent weeks dithering about my wish and when I was about to die I wished I could go back, and so now I'm back. I don't know if I can do any more time travelling than that, though, but my magical boy outfit has some clock themes so maybe I can?
Iiiiin about a month. There's this really weird unseasonal typhoon-like thing in three weeks which gets worse over the following days and then, Witch Godzilla. But we're gonna stop it this time.
He can fix EVERYTHING. He's going to do everything right! From the start!
So, like, I don't know exactly when it appears out in the ocean but the rains start three Saturdays from now, and then the big fight against the witch is two Mondays after that. I don't know if we can evacuate, by the time people notice how bad it's getting the streets are getting flooded and it's really bad. Since the weather forecast people didn't see it coming there isn't a lot of advance warning, and I don't know if people would believe us. And also witches feed on slash cause despair so if we evacuate everyone it might go somewhere else instead?
But we should try anyway.
—oh! I should tell you more about the caveats though. It fixes your dyspraxia, but that's because you become a magical rock that remotely controls your body rather than residing in your body per se, but also it doesn't feel any different from being in your body, except if you, like, lose your body somehow you can make a new one. You need to be within one hundred meters of the soul gem—I mean, I guess since you're the soul gem you need to be within one hundred meters of your body?—or you can't control it anymore.
Its normal form is egg-shaped but you can turn it into jewellery somehow—I haven't tried it yet because I've been a magical boy for like ten minutes and I just did my transformation sequence into my magical boy costume so now the gem is part of it? Oh also you can only use your magic when you're in the magical boy costume but— Ugh he really should think before he speaks, he always gets ahead of himself and says everything wrong and then has to start over—
Mankind was not meant to wield such power. Yutaka was not meant to wield such power. He's going to anyway but he wasn't meant to.
Not directly but there are still a few aspects of it that I should cover and you should make sure you know what you want to wish for, with all your heart. You'll be fine with all of the caveats, empirically, especially since you were the one who told me about most of them in the first place, but, are you going to school or, do you want to hang out somewhere so we can talk about all of it without getting distracted?
I'm—honestly not sure, I don't have it written down or super organised in my head or anything. But a lot of it will probably need, like, thought? Like for instance, one thing that I think is pretty important is that once you're a magical boy your very existence is magical and you consume magical energy, and the only way to replenish it is to defeat a witch and use the "seed" it drops, and that seems pretty, uh, it seems like it and things like it might be things you'll want to think about? You thought it was really cool to be a magical superhero the first time around, but you know.
Okay, time to go roof hop to school. ...though he will take the lift to the ground floor, first, because he does not know if the roof hopping is rated for jumping off the penthouse window.
Can I listen in? I'm sure you'll ask questions I didn't think of that you didn't tell me about the first time around, and maybe I'll remember some things that you didn't think of, too? Who is he kidding, Perfect Swan Masaharu-sama wouldn't benefit from his presence, but he's curious, okay?
...oh. Was his wish... to end a whole disease?
It didn't even occur to Yutaka, not until the very end, to wish for something for other people, and even when he did it the most worked up he could get was about Haru personally. And yet Haru can just—feel so strongly for other people that he could wish to end a disease?
This guy really, really is better than Yutaka along every single dimension. Like it's not even embarrassing at this point it's just depressing.
—I think I did see something online about malaria inexplicably being eradicated the first time around? Maybe that was you?
You will be able to transform and while transformed use magic! You will be able to summon a magical weapon, and use your soul gem to dowse for witches to find them even when they are hiding inside barriers. When you kill the witch in the center of its labyrinth after fighting through its familiars, it may leave a grief seed, which you can use to recharge your magic.
And Yutaka already mentioned that just existing consumed magic, so that's one important caveat out of the way. The familiars that bud off witches can grow into full witches if they're left unattended for too long and eat enough people. Before they do that, they're still dangerous but don't drop grief seeds. Which means you need to budget your magic not just for taking down witches but also their familiars. There, that was a smart thing to contribute to the conversation, even though Haru would've probably thought about it in ten seconds.
Magic bow and arrow. The arrows and the string are made of energy and you can also unspool the string for infinite magically strong string. When you saved me from a witch once you tied me to a post so I wouldn't succeed at killing myself, which is what it had been trying to make me do.
Yutaka doesn't like how this went. At all.
He holds his hand out, palm up, so that the ring becomes his gem again, and, will he have to let go of Haru to transform, seems like he can just skip the transformation sequence actually, here he goes he's in costume again. So now he can rewind to...
Yutaka hops off the roof somewhere out of sight, untransforms, then jogs over to Haru in civvies. People are a lot less curious than you think. I guess maybe Watanabe-san might be curious, if she saw. Maybe I just happened to see you across the parking lot and wanted to be a gentleman about it? Which isn't, you know, false. He offers Haru his arm.
"She does. Tomorrow you fell down the stairs—the Japanese language is not equipped to handle time travel—anyway, tomorrow you were going to fall down the stairs, and you were gone a week, and then next week you were super cheerful, and I was, like, certain you had acquired a boyfriend, somehow. So I—later on I kind of, ah, you know. Wanted to know. But I was embarrassed to ask you. So I asked her. And she said you hadn't told her anything about it and she'd have expected you to. She actually suggested I speak to Ren about it but that would have been even more embarrassing. I just, you know, eventually gathered enough courage to ask you out anyway." He's looking resolutely away, because he needs to make sure to pay attention to the ground so that he doesn't trip and fall. Nevermind his normal reflexes or his renewed magical boy body. Mmhm mmhm.
Could I hide a sword in my magical boy outfit? Like, untransform while holding it so it goes wherever it is that the costume goes when I'm not wearing it? —wait, hold on, where does stuff go when I'm not wearing it? Like both magical and mundane.
Yutaka's kind of thrown by how easily he's taking to playing this character of a kind of dumb boy with a crush. Like, he's usually a lot more confident and suave, and he guesses he's not not confident, here, he's been such a gentleman, but still. Maybe his subconscious is learning some wrong lessons here from seeing Haru be all happy near him while he's playing this character, even though Haru's clearly happy about the magic not him.
Awwww mannnn stop that right this instant, you fool.
...but he'll let his face show a moment of disappointment in Haru's view right before he "manages to school it". That's good, yeah.
So there isn't, like, a bag of holding with infinite storage anywhere or anything we can make use of?
Seems like Haru isn't being affected, like, at all by Yutaka's act, though, which sucks because he doesn't know what other act to use. He guesses he'll be able to figure it out. "Not a slut" seems to be part of it, but that's gonna be not that hard, actually, he's still kind of shaken by the Kobayashi twins and it's made him a bit wary of casual sex. Maybe Ueda Masashi from the baseball team and maybe this time he'll manage to get in Tarō-kun's pants but his heart isn't into it.
...though in retrospect it might be because subjectively he almost died, uh, less than an hour ago? That could have something to do with it. And also with how clingy he is around Haru. Because, uh. Yeah Haru kind of died an hour ago, too. And so did Yamanaka.
Uh. Uh. Uh. He'll. Stop thinking about that, actually? He's gonna stop it and do it right this time and he doesn't need to focus on how he almost died because he didn't die. And it'll be fine. It'll be fine.
Yutaka's already watched all of these classes, though, so it feels pointless to pay any attention. What he does instead is research of his own, and at lunch he sends Haru a collection of links about tuberculosis, plus a gift epub of John Green's "Everything Is Tuberculosis" as well as a summary review of it he found on a blog.
Yeah. There was also GiveWell's recommendation list, which is, you know, focused on tractable problems, so maybe not the ones that'd benefit most from magical intervention, but malaria's on there, so. He's banking on Haru already knowing about GiveWell but if he doesn't Yutaka can be the cool senpai who will tell Haru about it even though he only just heard of it!
Is Yutaka going to join the school paper this time? It'll feel kind of boring to do the same things again, but maybe that means he could just half-ass is and have more time to himself?
But, hmmmmmm. He... could also join the translation club instead. That way they could spend more time together.
Yeah, he thinks he might do that, actually? Yeah. Yeah, okay.
"Fair enough." What's Eve put out recently, oh Sayonara End Roll is good and relatable.
...
Look, shut up.
Yeah that's valid. Also Eve puts out official English translations of his songs so Yutaka should not look at those while translating lest he bias himself but at least then he has the official answer at the end and he can ask the better English speakers in the room why he chose whatever he did instead of what Yutaka did.
Without Yutaka? What is wrong with him today. Is he feeling lonely because of the death and feeling like he needs to make sure he's still alive and this isn't all a dream and the world is solid and not going to turn to water under his feet?
...he needs to learn to stop having thoughts.
Shit. Why would—his mother works at this school. It was probably Ren's. Ughhh if he makes the wrong guess here he's gonna have to rewind again and he doesn't wanna, stuff is going so well!
I meant your mother's, he "clarifies". I guess you—wouldn't have had time to tell her about it, right, because I just told you earlier today and you don't even have a way to demonstrate like last time yet.
Ren drives. It's not very far, but it's enough that Haru would probably have fallen over three or four times in the course of taking two hours to walk that far, in the winter weather. She parks in the apartment building's garage and there's an elevator ride up to their little Tokyo shoebox apartment.
Eventually Haru is able to get Kyubey to put low-granularity numbers on things, and he disappears into his room for twenty minutes and comes out with a number that is one higher than it was before for dementia and the flu but still not as high as the one he gets for malaria, and he throws up his hands in frustration.
Oh okay that worked. Cool. Noted.
Also oh he hasn't hugged another human being in a while, huh. Even the last couple of times he had sex, he snuggled a bit but didn't really hug so much. He's having some complicated feelings about it, which he should shove in a box and ignore.
Yutaka has been deep in the Wikipedia mines and he read a few too many horror stories about smallpox while getting distracted from his homework this morning and he had a very very vivid image of something quite horrifying. "Why do we still even have that in a lab," he mumbles to himself.
Yutaka thinks about it for a few seconds then shakes his head. "It's not coming to me." He pushes himself to his feet and detaches the shield from its strap. It's more like a buckler, really. "This is really heavy and—thick, though?" He flips it over to show how it's kind of domelike in a way that suggests an internal mechanism. He brings it close to his ear and shakes. "There's something inside..."
He pulls his arm back out, checks that it's undamaged, then taps the other side of the shield again. "Still feels like there must be something else inside. If I just try doing things should I be able to figure them out? Like for any kinds of personal powers and stuff."
"Oh good thinking. Okay I'm gonna go... uh... oh I know, I'm gonna go out and roofhop in one direction for thirty seconds then try to go back in time and drop down to the street level and come back—no, and keep running in the same direction for thirty seconds, and then double back. So I should be back in a minute and a half if I succeed?"
Hop hop hop wheeeeeee roof hopping is so much funnnnnn! Honestly he doesn't know why he was so lukewarm on the idea before, being a magical boy is turning out great for him. He counts up to thirty, then he tries to do—some kind of motion in his mind, it actually feels really weird how he can tell there's a thing he can do that's different than the rewind thing, and if he tries that—
Everything and everyone is frozen in time. It looks kind of how one would expect it to, if this were an anime: drops of water floating midair, people and things in the middle of movement, unable to continue their trajectory. What's weirder, though, is that the world looks... bluer? In whatever direction he walks in, and redder in whatever direction he walks away from. It's subtle, but it's there.
Is that a physics thing? Yutaka thinks that might be a physics thing.
Wicked.
Now if this were an anime, he'd either be completely unable to affect anything, or stuff he touches would start moving with him. Which one will it be? He'll walk until he finds a pebble or something and try to pick it up.
He feels like that's probably going to be useful for combat somehow but he's not sure how. Or, hm, well, he supposes that'd make using guns a lot easier, actually? If he can shoot a bullet and it doesn't get stuck in the gun's barrel and actually goes a way out. Yeah, this is wicked, he digs it.
Yutaka's gonna walk back to Haru's place, then—wait. Actually. He's been doing a lot of magic, today. How's his gem doing?
—oh, the fuck, does it only cost magic once he's back in real time? Does it cost more magic the longer he's been paused? He's not sure how he'd test that, the change is so minor.
Well, whatever. He'll jump up and knock on the window when he does, since he shut it behind himself as he was leaving.
Oh no he's so cute Yutaka wants to kiss him.
All in due time.
...he doesn't want to let go of Haru's hand now to test what happens, but he will stop being such a fucking simp and do it anyway. "I'll let go of your hand now to see if you stay with me or get frozen, okay?"
This guy and his complicated words.
...
Why did he find it endearing this time. Yutaka needs to stop simping so much, it's unbecoming. He has had this exact thought like twelve times over the past hour, it's a problem.
"Where would I even find one of those," he says, mostly to himself, Googling it.
"Well, my gem still looks pretty alright," he says, peering at it. "So it's not too pressing yet..." Also he's feeling pretty reluctant for some reason. Well, he guesses it stands to reason that he would, actually? He's never gotten into a fight with a regular human, he has zero fighting instincts or practice.
"—oh, yeah, that'd probably be useful." Why didn't he think of that? That's such an obvious idea. He might be stupid. He briefly considers rewinding and redoing the past three minutes or so of conversation but he's not sure Haru wouldn't notice the darkening of his gem—it's a very short amount of time, but they are all kind of paying attention right now—and he doesn't want to risk it, it'd mean he'd need to go back even further to fix it. "Could you do that, Kyūbey?"
"It had barely made landfall when we died. As soon as it showed up it killed Yamanaka w-with one h-hit and th-th-then it threw her body right n-next to me a-a-a-and then you d-died and I di-di-didn't even s-see but I h-heard—" Why is he stuttering. Why is he shaking. His, ah, his vision is swimming a bit, but his body was meant to be better? Not human, right? If, if it fixed Haru's dyspraxia then he shouldn't be getting vertigo, and should definitely not be hyperventilating, and, "I need to sit," he says, and does.
And he's not any closer to kissing the boy. So what does he even have. Just a pile of trauma and feelings of inadequacy.
He should go. He should stop hugging Haru and instead go kill a witch (- It seizes Yamanaka around the neck, tightens, and flings her to the ground. -) He seems to be having trouble with that.
Haru is so very, very kind. Yutaka's feeling very touched, right now.
I'm fine, he lies. You don't need to worry about me. That one's true. He can use the power of that one to start pushing himself free.
He is wondering if he might benefit from just resetting this whole entire day. He wanted to do everything right but instead he did everything wrong, even more wrong than the first time. He doesn't know how to do it right, though, he thought he had been but instead all he gets are some awkward pats in the back and looking pathetic.
Ugh.
Yutaka is: in bed, under the covers, hiding from the world. Not asleep yet, but still sufficiently disconnected from the world that he jumps when he gets the telepathic message.
Hi! he says, injecting levity into his mind voice. Yeah, I am, and I have zero experience with all of this and have been a bit nervous of trying to hunt witches on my own, especially because I don't have a weapon.
He told Haru he wasn't going out tonight but he had hoped Kyūbey would only send Yamanaka his way tomorrow as a consequence. It's an understandable miscommunication, but it means that now he has to go out and hunt witches, which he really doesn't want to, ughhhhhhhhhh.
He lands on the roof of the building next to the streetlight (- She lands with a splash, the shards of her gem falling out of her choker, in the flooded sidewalk just a couple meters away from Yutaka. -) with a little bit of a wobble but then straightens up and tells his face to behave. "Hi!" he says cheerfully, before bowing. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Yamanaka Junko-san."
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. ...okay, it's fine, you know what? It's fine. If it goes badly he can just rewind. It'll be fine. Actually it's even better to try it now because then he'll know what goes wrong. Even though actually this is a terrible time for it? Like either he should've told her when they met or he should wait until later to tell her.
Argh.
Okay, here goes nothing.
"...Yamanaka Junko-san, there's—actually—"
There's something I need to tell you about my wish. I—maybe should've told you when we met up and not waited until now, probably should've, but I didn't know how to. Still don't.
I came from the future. One month from now, a huge witch shows up and starts destroying Tokyo, Godzilla style. You died there. A—friend of mine, who was your partner then, died there. I hadn't made a wish, and I almost died there, I would've if I hadn't wished that I could—go back and do it right, this time.
That's why I have time powers. I'm back here because I want to do it right, this time.
My friend. In—the original timeline, he was going to get powers sometime in the next two weeks, and he was going to partner with you. The two of you—saved me from a witch, once, it almost got me to kill myself, and I recognised him, we're classmates.
This is not going horribly? He might not need to rewind at all??
"I didn't really, uh. Get to see much. Gingerbread men familiars and" (- A tendril of yarn shoots out over the horde of gingerbread men storming the library roof. -) "yarn, really thick, and, and as soon as it made landfall it—killed you. Then Haru a few seconds after that. Then me."
How does he say that he can probably figure that out without sounding like he's yakuza. Is being his father's son even all that different than being yakuza. He bets Iwasaki Iemasa has had dealings with yakuza in the past. Might even still have them.
Kyūbey I don't suppose you'd conveniently know about some yakuza hideouts anywhere I could raid?
"Might not, but I don't have an obvious next best lead." He'd originally been thinking that money can buy everything but it has since occurred to him that buying a gun in Japan is the kind of thing Iwasaki Iemasa's kid probably can't get away with, even if the man himself could.
It doesn't look like there's anything abnormal at first. It's an overpass, seen one seen them all. Except...
As they get closer, something changes. It's like a mirage without the heat, the concrete wall swimming before their eyes, like space isn't quite right, there. Then, when they're right by the anomaly, their vision solidifies into a symbol, solid and glowing for all that it's standing midair with no support: three stylised cherry blossom petals, pink and red and black ink like a tattoo.
"Yup, try pinching yourself till you've got it? I don't think it's worth shielding against the cherry blossoms unless they're getting in your face, it's less magic to just heal from it afterwards, so you don't want the little cuts to distract you too much, but you want to keep enough that you'll notice if a squirrel bites you."
"Here goes!"
In she steps.
The cherry tree is... big. They can walk on top of the branches without it being at all difficult to balance; even if they weren't magical they could probably walk on these twigs. The petals are not proportionate, they're a little bigger than real sakura but only a little. The squirrels are also not proportionate, only about dog-sized. They don't attack immediately.
Yamanaka leads the way through the perfumed sky-blue haze that backdrops the flowers and the tree bark. "We want to get to the trunk," she says. "And then when we get there we go down. You can't just go down and approach on the 'ground', it's not shaped that way."
"Mm-hm."
It smells really strongly of cherry blossom in here. It smells like real flower petals, not like extracts and perfumes and artificial fragrances, but it smells like it a lot, so much that a biological person, were any of those to wander through here, might feel faint. But Junko, making a line in the wood behind her with her dragging sword except when she lifts it to react to a feint from one of the momonga that's hiding in the pink flowers, isn't impaired at all by the thickness in the air.
The petals are so pink, but the sky isn't a far away optical phenomenon, it's all around them. They're in a tree and the tree is in the sky and the sky is blue and they're breathing the sky and it smells like flowers.
Yutaka does not vibe with shrieking whenever something surprises him so he holds it in but he feels the impulse a lot more often than he cares to admit. And it doesn't help that this place is so weird and creepy; it feels like he's in some kind of dream that shifts between dream and nightmare and it's fucking him up.
"Petals'll start swarming any minute now," says Yamanaka as they come within sight of the tree trunk.
And indeed, just as they jump down to a lower branch, a susurrus kicks up and there are petals, swirling together and coming at them with sharp edges. Yamanaka avoids them but only casually; she picks up shallow cuts in her costume and arm.
Okay since he's stopped he'll, uh. Walk around a bit? See if there are any important features of the environment he was too busy freaking out to notice? Like, uh, how many petals are there, is a specific edge of theirs sharp or are they sharp everywhere, what happens if he touches one, are they coming from anywhere in particular? How about other monsters, what are they like, where are they coming from? Is there anything else obvious?
There's about a hundred petals in this swarm. If he touches one it comes to life again and slices his finger; it seems like they're sharp on all their edges. There are squirrels about every twenty meters and they hide in not-yet-swarming petals, unharmed - if he touches a petal that's still attached to the tree, it's soft.
Hmm... so maybe the sharp petals aren't the same ones as the ones directly attached to the tree?
If he pinches a sharp petal between his fingers, will it still try to move? If so, can he overpower it without being cut or is the telekinesis too strong? And if he can, can he cut one of the squirrels with it?
Okay. Noted. He'd hoped the petals were avoiding squirrels or becoming unsharp around them, then he could use them as a shield, but alas.
Can he determine where the razor petals are coming from? And actually, what happens if he grabs a razor petal and, like, tries to squish it? Like steps on it or something, tries to destroy it?
Like one of those power tools with the little disks, they're only strong from the cutting edge; he can shred one from the center with his fingernails and it'll flutter inert to the ground. It looks like over thataway a swarm is extracting itself from some on the tree; any that are still attached that he plucks himself are soft, any that he catches in midair are sharp.
...huh. And there are only about a hundred petals in this swarm? A hundred is doable. He can destroy that hundred easily.
Next question: are the squirrels so strong that he can't grab one by the waist, maybe pinning its arms, and prevent it from harming him? And perhaps more relevantly, are they so strong that he can't do that quickly enough to throw them over the edge without getting hurt?
"I guess I don't know either, but," he shows her his gem. It's barely darker than it was earlier, if it's even noticeable. "I won't know how expensive it is without trying." There's also the light meter but that'll be for later, getting a feel for it will need direct hands on practice.
And eventually they get all the way down the trunk.
The sky is solid, here, the tree growing out of the blue haze and that haze perfectly willing to obscure the notional roots and support magical feet.
As soon as Yamanaka lands, a roiling black cloud, sparking with lightning and booming with thunder, foams up out of the floor and attacks. She dodges, she swipes; the sword passes through the cloud with little resistance, but that part of it looks a little grayer, less solid, and the next slashes do much the same. She takes a lightning strike on her left arm and acts like she barely notices; she impales a squirrel and flings it off the tip of her sword through the cloud monster. As it gets weaker and wispier and paler, she presses the attack harder, and finally she cleaves it in two and it dissipates like smoke.
The tree around them disintegrates and they're standing at the overpass and there's a seed falling to the concrete with a clink.
It's, like, stupid of him to feel bad about this—ding dong, the witch is dead! it won't kill anyone anymore!—but Yutaka has not learned the trick of only feeling things that aren't stupid. Maybe whatever sorcery Haru can do that makes him care more about things can do that, too, but Haru's empirically just built different. Yutaka can't do that, so he's feeling bad about this, and like he's useless, and like there's no point in him being a magical boy at all, if the best he can do is serve as a spot checker for someone else.
If there's a silver lining, it's that he now knows what a normal witch is like. It's not forg, but it's also not Godzilla. It's a weird portal thing, and surreal and hostile terrain, and flying squirrels, and a boss monster that's kind of shaped like it has some internal coherence even if it's not actually made of solid things.
Also, his gem really doesn't look all that much darker, if at all. It is, again, probably just because he's been looking at it throughout, so his eyes got used to the minute changes, and he'll need to see if, or to what extent, Haru notices a difference tomorrow, but he thinks Yamanaka might've been overly pessimistic.
He walks over to the seed but not so close that it looks like he's about to take it. He just wants to see what it looks like.
"I suppose that makes sense." He crosses the remaining distance then crouches down to look at it up close. It does look really evil, especially the way it's standing up even though it's on an incredibly sharp tip and by all accounts ought to be falling to the side like a spinning top.
He'll... pick it up, then, warily.
Yeah, it was Haru's, so it stands to reason. Honestly, Haru should be the one with this power, not him, he's too stupid to make good use of it and too prideful and immature to be able to deal with being someone's insurance and too wimpy to properly fight. But it is what it is, he's gotta do the best he can with what he has.
"I guess maybe I should figure out how expensive healing is, so I can compare properly," and not have her nag him about "wasting magic" when she doesn't even know how much magic it cost in the first place. Not everyone gets to have a big sword they can swing at things, Yamanaka using her weapon makes things die but Yutaka using his weapon makes things stop, those are...
...hm.
That just looks painful, honestly. And he could have prevented ALL of it if she'd LET him but nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
He needs to stop being so salty.
"So, I guess I ought to go home, then? —oh, but if your place is in the same direction and you wanted to wait could I get that autograph?"
Mrrrrr.
Is it too late for him to ping Haru, it probably is, also he has no reason to ping Haru, they're not friends even though he's pretending they are or used to be. But interacting with Haru was—well, it wasn't totally pleasant all the time, but it was still better than whatever this was. He doesn't have it in him to rewind this whole thing and try to do it better, he's too tired, but it did not go well.
So. Whatever. He'll hold onto those silver linings from earlier and try not to feel too bitter and go back home and take a shower and go to sleep and hopefully tomorrow he'll feel less like shit.
I hope you're talking about the magic here because I am really, really gay.
Actually today was when the rumours that I was gay started, some girl wanted to give me a heads up that if I hung out with you too much people would start thinking I was gay too, and of course I wouldn't want that, and I told her she shouldn't be making any assumptions about people she doesn't know. That was after, he walks into the classroom of the class he shares with Haru that morning, this class.
"Good morning, Haru."
If nothing else, you're not about to trip down the stairs and spend a week in the hospital so there'll be a whole week of me conspicuously not avoiding you even though the girls think I look real gay. You know, it was kind of refreshing and a little bit funny, coming to a new school where people didn't know. So many girls wanted to get in on the action of Iwasaki Iemasa's son.
It didn't last very long last time and while I find it very, very funny to see the faces of people who assume I'm straight and thus are homophobic in front of me when I let them know, it's only funny once. I have things I want more than having a lark at the expense of homophobes.
He is in his element here, he doesn't know why he was despairing so much yesterday, so what if he was a fool and dumped his emotions all over Haru, those emotions are now safely tucked away in a drawer never to be seen again and he can be so charming and confident and hot, watch if he doesn't.
"Why do you ask, are you interested?" "Back where I'm from we call this 'nun'ya b'ness'." "Oh, you don't need to worry about any men flirting with you, I can guarantee you you're safe." "Your dad seemed to enjoy it last night." "I'd ask if you kiss your girlfriend with that mouth but it's pretty obvious you don't have a girlfriend." "I think you should maybe consider brushing your teeth after all of the shit you've been spewing at me, but it'll probably not actually fix your bad breath issues. Maybe a mint." "You know, you're right, you may have fewer friends than me, be less interesting than me, and be less hot than me, but you are indeed not a disgusting homo, gotta give you that one."
Okay admittedly that first one wasn't so much rude as it was the kind of thing that makes homophobes terrified they got the gay cooties from being flirted with.
Plus I only go for the longer ones when they're being particularly obnoxious, won't leave, or want to waste my time making sure I understand in detail how terrible it is that I'm a homo.
Haru doesn't look like he hates Yutaka, right? ...he guesses he can't really see much since he's sitting behind Haru but...
Maybe. I've only had these powers for a day, I don't really know what—maybe I should look at fiction? There's stories about people with time stop powers and endless fandom wars about those, other people have already thought about this, I don't need to figure it out on my own.
He doesn't know why it took him so long to think about this. Magic isn't real except it's been real in stories forever!
Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle is a really old manga series, like, not as old as Sailor Moon but it's from like 2005 or something and it's based on an even older manga called Cardcaptor Sakura which was about a magical girl and she had amongst her powers the ability to stop time, and I know there was a lot of discourse back in the day about how she should best use the billion powers she had.
...he can't admit that he doesn't know why Haru would ask his dad for a gun because that'd show his hand. Why would his dad have guns, surely Haru's dad isn't a gangster, wait that shoebox apartment didn't look like anyone lived in it other than Haru and his mum, and Haru was born in Canada but his mum looks Asian, so his dad is probably Canadian, which means that,
I don't think you could get it past immigration. I guess you could be invisible or I could come with you and carry it in my bag of holding...
Please say he guessed right please say he guessed right please s—
That seems so... timid. And like it will not get Yutaka to his desired state of having a gun by tonight so he can go kill a witch.
Maybe I could invade a military base... Or a police station. Assuming I can duplicate stuff on a rewind, that is. Maybe I should just test that first of all.
I'll test that after class.
Although is there even a point in going to class? Keeping up appearances? ...well, he still would in fact die if he didn't get with anyone the whole month, he cannot be zen like Haru can, and school is the best way he has of acquiring partners. Grindr kinda sucks, and he is nnnnnot touching the Kobayashi twins anymore. He wonders if he can speedrun Tarō-kun, they never got together last time and Yutaka isn't even like sure he likes guys, he's just kinda suspicious, but he didn't introduce himself yesterday because he just joined the translation club immediately and didn't stop at the AV club, he might need to fabricate some excuse to do so. Hmm.
Just like last time, though, the two girls who aren't yet aware that Yutaka's gay and who are attracted by the allure of the size of Yutaka's dad's fortune show up after class is over and before he's had the chance to stand up.
"Iwasaki-san?" asks the one Yutaka shouldn't yet know is called Yamada Ichino.
Oh boy, time to get some assumptions of heteronormativity thrown at me again, isn't that fun.
("Iwasaki-san's my father, you can call me Yutaka." He is, again, not going to be rude to them, but he's only half-paying attention while he puts his stuff away. Telepathing with Haru is way more fun.)
Oh I'm not gonna. I'm wondering if there's a way for me to preempt it that won't sound assholish or kind of out of nowhere, like, "oh by the way I'm like super gay" seems like it'd be pretty presumptuous of their intentions even if my presumptions are correct. They haven't been rude yet.
Well, not exactly, because I need to be in costume to stop time. However, while I need to be in costume to rewind time, I don't need to rewind to a time I was in costume. That was one of the things I found out.
The other thing is that I can totally duplicate items in my bag of holding when I do that.
I've got two extras of your pen, at any rate. Though they're in my buckler right now, I'd need to transform to get them back. Ah, and here are the fateful stairs.
(Oh, it would be so gentlemanly of me to help you walk down down these stairs to make sure you don't trip and break your arm, but now you don't need it anymore... he said, the first time around.)
(I don't! replied Haru, wearing that smile that makes Yutaka want to kiss him. It's super neat!)
So like any reasonable person Yutaka spent an unreasonable amount of time thinking about how to improve on that, and eventually he arrived at, You know, while I'm not so selfish as to actually wish you'd spent a minute longer with dyspraxia (he also practised pronouncing that word in his head) than you needed to, a little part of me does miss the opportunity to be gentlemanly and the excuse to stick by you.
"Well if I'm already going through the trouble of being in a school like this I might as well go all-in and actually immerse myself." That guy over there, coming up from the right after the stairs. Ishida Tetsuya. He's the football team captain and he thinks I look fit and that it would be cool if I tried out and that will last approximately one and a half days until the rumours that I'm gay reach him and then he will avoid me like the plague. I suppose the rumours will be a lot quicker this time, though.
...okay.
Aaaaaaa what did he do wrong this time, at least the previous times he could tell???? It was going so good he was being so sexy and confident and powerful and now something happened that he doesn't understand and aughhhhh!
So should I, like... stop flirting until you do or is it not that kind of thinking about it and getting back to me?
Okay.
Is he being oversensitive. He might be. Haru didn't say anything wild or insane or anything. He just—thinks Yutaka might be coming on too strong? Which, well, fair? He kinda was? But it seemed like Haru'd been enjoying it up until that point? Yutaka is starting to overthink things againnnnnnn he hates it when that happens, he should just quit while he's ahead and actually shut up and stop thinking except, uh, he's already done this class before and there is like no point in doing it whatsoever so he doesn't have anything better to distract himself with? Maybe he can go on the Tsubasa Chronicles subreddit on his phone while the sensei isn't looking and see what ideas people might've had for time power usage.
Well, last time right now Haru was in a hospital or something. And this time Yutaka's been—less avidly seeking social connections with other people. Or, no, he's optimising them; the people he didn't like or didn't want to spend time around, he's not bothering with, and so he is streamlining his social circle. And it's, well, today he sat with Fujioka last time but he hasn't met Fujioka yet this time and nghhhh.
He does have a reason to sit with Haru and Watanabe, namely that he's in their club, and also he does enjoy Haru's presence and personality? Last time he got salty but this time it's fine? But also it's been a day and a half and he is having some kind of emotional something, here, that he does not like. He doesn't know what the right thing to do isssssssssssssssssss. Also, uh, he took a look at his gem just now, after doing the earlier rewinds, and it's, uh, starting to look a bit darker. A bit uh. More noticeably dark. So he's kind of spooked. He doesn't know when it's too bad? Like it's not black or anything, just, it's. Darker. So he doesn't want to rewind any more. But then he doesn't know what to do instead.
Haru said he was going to keep Yutaka at arm's length. And Yutaka didn't exactly, like, hide the fact that he was having whatever weird emotional something he is currently having. So it wouldn't be so weird if he didn't have lunch with them, right? Right. So he's gonna go introduce himself to Fujioka.
(Since when is Yutaka the kind to get so shaken by a single boy. He should honestly have moved on already. Whatever he wants to happen is clearly not gonna happen, he's known it since yesterday at least that it wasn't going to happen, clearly Haru was just humouring him. So. Whatever.)
Yes, that is because Haru, unlike Yutaka, has not gone fully insane over some boy in the course of a day and a half. ...admittedly Yutaka has known Haru for a lot longer than Haru has known Yutaka, and, like, Haru saved Yutaka's life once, and then died in a way Yutaka could've prevented and which may have traumatised him a skosh. And admittedly that last thing happened literally yesterday, subjectively. Admittedly this situation isn't normal at all. Admittedly. But it really doesn't excuse this insanity. It really doesn't. It's fucking nuts.
Yutaka should pay attention to his conversation with Fujioka rather than get so obsessed with some other guy who doesn't even like him. Hey Fujioka do you like Tsubasa Chronicles? Yes, Yutaka knows it's super old, but—oh, you're like a huge fan? Cool Yutaka has some thoughts about the way time powers work in that universe, and also in the Clow universe, yeah.
Well, then. Time to go do something useful with himself. Now that Yutaka knows that he can duplicate items via rewinding he feels alright with the idea of just stealing some cops' guns and duping them. He can also find some military bases and see if he can't get some heavier-duty options, grenades and the like. He has no idea where people would even keep those, but he feels like it oughtn't be that hard. Yutaka can also send out some texts to people from Nada to see whether they can get him in contact with some dealers; there's this guy who wants to be a doctor whom Yutaka is pretty sure does coke for the energy boost so that he can study, which is one of the more understandable uses of coke in his opinion, and if need be Yutaka might figure out the Jedi mind trick to grease some wheels.
In terms of tactics, while he hasn't done the properly-controlled experiments with the light measurement thingy, it does seem to him like rewinding is a lot more expensive than stopping time, and he'd guess out of common sense that rewinding farther into the past or staying in stopped time for longer makes them cost more, which suggests that the best idea for him to get what he wants is try to grab as many weapons as he can within stopped time then rewind ten seconds into the past so that he hasn't actually stolen any of them. The only reason he expects not to be able to get everything he wants in one go is that probably some of the things he wants to get will be in, like, safes or behind metal doors or something, and he'll need to wait until someone else accesses them to come with. But sidereal? He can almost certainly get a lot done in very little time.
He scritches the back of its head absentmindedly while he explores.
"Is there a way for me to tell how much more magic I've got in me? Or, I guess what I mean is, how dark can my gem get, and does it get darker at always the same rate or does it get darker faster when it's brighter or something?"
Well, it's all about preparation, right? Set stuff up, then get it to all go at once, boom. You're an archer, there's nothing stopping you from shooting arrows in stopped time, and you could shoot one hell of a lot of arrows. Plus there's stuff like tying enemies up and tripping them and what have you, which we can do without them having time to react. And, if nothing else, there's just getting to the main show without having to sit through the ads before it.
Razor petals! Dumb flying squirrels! That weird frog! Did I tell you about the weird frog? It looked like a Pokémon, I tagged it for you and Yamanaka and she said I saved a guy's life, it was so surreal because it didn't feel like a frog could be that dangerous but then I didn't really get on a gut level how bad witches are back then and I am a little bit stupid.
So, like, we met yesterday, right, and I thought you were really cool and cute from how we chatted, and then there was that girl, Yamada Ichino, who outed you to me to tell me to stay away from you. Obviously that backfired because it meant I wasn't worried about you wanting to punch my teeth in if I asked you out, though, like, you didn't seem like the type? But you can't always tell on just a couple days' acquaintance, but you'd seemed to be receptive, so I was pretty sure? Anyway that was moot 'cause you got sent to the hospital right then and spent like a week away or something.
So then there's next week, right, and you came back to school on either Monday or Tuesday? I think it was Monday. And you looked super happy, and it was driving me up the wall because, I dunno, we weren't that close yet so it's not like you could tell me that you'd just gotten magic powers, right? But I was curious. Or I'm actually not sure if you'd already gotten the powers or if you were about to, but that was thenabouts. Anyway you were super cheerful, and you looked a lot less into me than I thought you'd looked before, and I was like, I think by the end of that day or the next I was totally certain you'd gotten a boyfriend in the hospital or something, or maybe someone had confessed, I don't know. And it was like, that's fine, right, I mean we'd only interacted a few days, but I got super hung up on it for some reason so I went to talk to Watanabe-san on the DL, I think I mentioned this part to you already, and she was like, no, I think if he'd gotten a boyfriend he'd have said even if the who was a secret, why, do you liiiiiiiike him and I was like, well, do I? I don't know, I'm just hung up on this for some crazy reason. So she suggested that I ask Ren and I was like I am not about to ask his mother that would be so embarrassing.
I dithered a while but eventually worked up the courage to be like, hey, so, do you have a boyfriend, and if not, do you wanna go out with me? And you looked—surprised, for some reason? Or something? I thought I'd made it pretty obvious that I was into you but maybe that was just in my head, I never really asked why you looked surprised. But you said yeah, so we went out. I took you to this adorable little restaurant—I know you don't wanna go out until we're out of the uncertainty month, and even if you don't want to go out ever I still wanna show you it because I really like it—and we had our date there. I don't even remember what we talked about, there was definitely a bit of oversharing about my tragic backstory in there because clearly I cannot shut up to save my life and it's not like it's a secret or anything, I just liked to not confirm rumours because it amused me for everyone to keep speculating and dancing around the topic, but we just kinda chatted a lot and we—vibed. I dunno, I just really liked chatting to you.
But then we didn't go out any more after that, I assume because you were busy being a cool badass hero. You didn't tell me, anyway, not until next week—I think it was next week? a few days later, anyway—when the witch showed up and, I think it got everyone in the classroom, but I don't know for sure, 'cause it got me bad enough that I just decided to skip class altogether and go jump off a bridge, literally. So I was right there, about to jump off a bridge, when this gorgeous golden vision shows up in front of me and I get so distracted by how pretty it is and then it ties me to one of the beams of the bridge so that I wouldn't kill myself and I only realise that that was you once you've killed the witch and I'm like wait what the fuck was that why did Haru look like that how was he roof hopping what's going on so I go back to school and there you are, looking normal, in our uniform, wearing your splint, and I'm like there is no way, come on, so I ask and that's when you do the telepathy thing at me and you explain what's going on, because turns out that the only reason I remembered everything so clearly is that I had magic potential, right.
...did he fuck up already. He has no idea how he could've fucked up already. Nothing he said was particularly bad or weird! He's not gonna ask, though, because that'd be—no, wait, he can ask, that'd be a totally normal thing to do here actually.
—hm? Sorry, am I going too fast, or...?
...motives. What? Is he—Yutaka will not be able to guess.
I can try to answer from what I asked or you said or I guessed? Though that'll be a bit hard because after that day I, like, uh... kinda freak out a bit? Because, like, yeah, it's cool that you're a superhero but actually I just had a near-death experience and I am having a panic attack about it. And I'm, uh, you know, not the least self-centered person in the world, I'm working on it, but I'm not 100%, there. Like, you know, Kyūbey's like, well, you can make a wish and become a magical boy, too, and I—am not gonna lie, the prospect was not actually as viscerally cool to me as it was to you? Actually for a while I was wishing that magic weren't real because then I wouldn't have to decide on this, I didn't really want to be a magical boy, it sounded scary and stressful and like too much responsibility, but you said a thing that kind of made it work for me, which was that you got something you really, really wanted, the thing you felt most strongly about in the world, and all you had to do in exchange was kill some monsters and be a hero. Picturing it as kind of a—price to pay, for whatever I wanted most in the world—made it make sense. It got me to start thinking about it.
He keeps going, since Haru isn't interrupting him.
And I kinda get really in my head about it, I think I'm—kind of shit company then, honestly. I guess that's making some assumptions about what kind of company I am right now, but I digress. But—I don't ask you out again, Kyūbey's like always there and I just can't think of anything I could wish for. I don't have anything I want. Everything I think of, I clearly don't care enough about, and I'm like, man, Haru didn't spend years dithering about it, Haru knew what he wanted. And then the weather gets awful all of a sudden 'cause of the witch, school gets cancelled, there's announcements saying we shouldn't go out because it's dangerous and we should let the ambulances get to people, and you're out being a big damn hero, and then the witch finally arrives and that's the first time I see you in days and you die twenty seconds after that and I—
—my wish was that I wanted to do everything again, but right, this time. And what I was thinking at the time, specifically, was—I was pretty shitty to some people from my old school. And I couldn't save anyone. And a friend had invited me to go to France with her, and I'd never get to go to France. And I thought of you, and of how I was—not—great, either. It's, uh, I guess it's kind of lame and cringe but when I thought I was about to die and was thinking about all of the regrets I had one of them was that I was so stuck in my head I pushed away and never got to really spend time with the guy I was interested in.
I don't know. Not really—like I said, I was in my head a lot. So I was not—out there. And—talking to you. Or much of anyone. I mentioned there was that garden party for fancy rich people on the Saturday before everything went to hell? I went to that party and I was kind of a dick to some people for no reason. (Actually the reason is that Yutaka has an inherently shitty personality, but that's details.) I don't—think I was a dick to you, at least not directly? But I was definitely not—doing whatever the equivalent would be of offering to walk you across the ice, once you no longer had dyspraxia. I wasn't being cool.
That's not where I was going with that, actually, I was going to say that it makes sense that you wouldn't have been putting tons of effort and attention toward the prospect if I was being standoffish? Though also separately it really bothers me that I can't figure out what my problem was last time.
Oh, that one's easy! It's because, c.f. above, Yutaka's broken goods and has an inherently shitty personality. Hope that helps!
Man, he can't even say that. Plus it'd be, like, half a lie? The... notch on the bedpost thing... is the big thing he's leaving out... but also...
...he clearly is weirdly hung up on this boy. He clearly is spending a lot of time and emotional energy on thinking about Haru and trying to make Haru happy and being hurt when it feels like Haru doesn't like him. He doesn't know why but he is. Maybe it's because of the rejection last time? But, man, he's been rejected before, that wasn't his first or twentieth rodeo, and he usually takes it better than he's been taking it this time. Haru just... wouldn't be just a notch on his bedpost. For better or worse. Maybe he would've been at the time? Yutaka doesn't know. But now? When Haru saved his life, and Yutaka (if he accepts the framing Yamanaka chose) saved Haru's life right back, when they're both magical superheroes? Haru won't be a notch on his bedpost.
So it's fine. It's not lying. It's not lying because that isn't true, not anymore. This time he's not going to be a fuckboy, like he's always been, he's going to be good and nice. Probably. Maybe. Assuming Haru doesn't reject him out of hand. If Haru rejects him out of hand he will probably go on a spree of bad decision hookups for two weeks.
Why, exactly, again?
Is this what "liking someone" feels like? Is it what it feels like when Yutaka's the one feeling it? If it is, he'd like a refund, please. He didn't ask for this and he doesn't want it.
So how does he say this, then?
You think if you'd—liked me—then you'd have acted differently? Yeah, certainly, duh, and yet putting it this way also kind of hurts, even though apparently the prior hurt just now was entirely self-inflicted. He does that a lot, anyway, he should be used to it by now.
Wow. He's just really, really stupid, huh? Obviously, obviously Haru would be able to tell that his reactions as described imply something that Yutaka didn't think about. His description of Haru's actions wasn't out-of-character; it was in-character for a version of Haru that—believed some things. Which Yutaka isn't saying. Which, yeah, obviously. And, yeah, if Haru told him what made him reach that conclusion then Yutaka could rewind time to fix it. And he—probably would. Actually. Haru is wrong. He does care enough.
Why does he care enough.
Like, look, if this were a story, if this were one of the dumb BL manhwas Yutaka occasionally binges on Lezhin when he's having a bad day and can't get out of bed, then this would be the point in the story where the MC either notices he's in love with the love interest or where he comes up with some way to stay in denial. It's obvious.
Except for two things.
One, it's usually a result of some long, drawn-out plot about someone learning to listen to their feelings, getting over some trauma, there's a lot of character development and relationship growth, the works.
Two, in most of those stories, once the MC even deigns to consider the possibility that he might like the other MC, then it all comes crashing down. It is Suddenly Obvious. Like, there are some stories where the fuckboy MC refuses to acknowledge that it could be possible, there's some sad backstory about how he decided that living life easy was best and he doesn't like attachments, or how liking people is for other people, or love is a waste of time, or whatever the fuck else, but when the MC stops doing that and genuinely considers that it could be real and stops lying to himself, he notices he's been in love all along.
It is too early and Yutaka is not lying to himself.
Let's look at it head-on, then.
Yutaka doesn't think love is a waste of time, or that he's incapable of liking people. He's—been bad at attachments, and he's set so many relationships on fire, and he thinks other people liking him are making a mistake because he just fundamentally sucks as a person. It makes no sense for both Kobayashi twins to have independently gotten crushes on him like that. And like, does that mean that there might've been other boys he's fucked who also liked him and never told him and he never knew???
—this is a distraction. The point is, Yutaka doesn't think he's, like, immune to falling in love. He doesn't think it's antithetical to his being. He doesn't think he's above all that, doesn't think he's too rational for attachments and that the only good way to live life is through pure hedonism, hasn't decided to forsake love because that is the only way he can avoid being hurt, doesn't do whatever the fuck it is that that guy from "Part-time Partner" thinks he was doing. It is perfectly possible for Yutaka to like a guy, in theory. It might even be cool, someday. Like, it'd be a rotten lie if he said his little gay heart didn't get touched by the romances on Lezhin? To say that he didn't feel like he kind of maybe wanted it a little bit? Those would be pretty good, actually, maybe, if they were possible, if they were possible for him?
But it's not obvious. Or—it's, alright, the top explanation, he guesses. It's not that he has an amazing alternative, here. If he doesn't actually like Haru, then what? Did he just imprint on Haru like a duckling when Haru saved his life? Possible. Did Haru's death on his watch make him form a weird attachment and now ne needs to be glued to Haru to make sure he won't die this time and he is sublimating that obsession? Also possible. But those explanations aren't all that likely, are they? They're a bit contrived. There's probably any grain of truth to them, but they're probably not the whole story.
The problem is that it feels like "Yutaka likes Haru" can't be the whole story either.
He's looking at it! He's considering it! He thinks it is a likely explanation! He probably likes Haru, or something like it. He's definitely got at least some kind of infatuation. But it's not obvious. He's not having a moment of dawning realisation. He's not suddenly dismantling the layers of rationalisation in his mind and finding out that it was love all along. This isn't what's happening, here.
What's happening here is that he's confused. He's confused that this could be what liking someone feels like, because it doesn't feel nice. It feels bad, actually. In those romances, liking people feels good. Being in love is a good feeling, it's a positive feeling. Being rejected sucks, always sucks, but it sucks because it's being denied a good thing. If he pictures the past five minutes having gone right rather than wrong, if he pictures Haru accepting his explanation and feeling flattered and deciding to date him, that mental image doesn't feel good. It doesn't feel like it'd solve his problems.
And it's too mcfuckin' fast.
People don't! Actually! Start liking! Other people! So quickly! This doesn't happen! Not in the comics on Lezhin, not in real life, not anywhere other than, than, than fucking, Disney movies with love at first sight shit! It doesn't happen! It'd be a much more plausible story a month from now, or even a week from now! It is completely implausible now!
He barely knows this guy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It doesn't matter if he "likes" Haru or not. The name of this heavy feeling that's making his extremities feel numb and making him feel like throwing up, it doesn't matter what it is. What matters is that he is feeling something very strongly, and that something is related to Haru. And one of the elements of this feeling is that he wants Haru to like him. And he wants Haru to kiss him. And he wants Haru to think he's cool, and sexy, and brave, and powerful, and competent. So, yeah, it does have at least some elements in common with what he'd expect liking a boy would feel like. And it doesn't matter, really. All of this was a waste of time. The why of why he cares so much is, actually, immaterial. The fact of the matter is, he does care so much. He wants Haru to like him.
How does he do that?
I didn't. Like you. Back then. Yet. And so I—wasn't—looking for, uh. Anything—serious. I wasn't, like—thinking of a one-night-stand, exactly, but it did become—pretty clear, to you—that we probably weren't looking for the same thing at the time. What I said was that I—didn't know my type, and didn't know of a way to figure that out without—anyway I still don't know my type for a hundred percent sure but I have a current top theory and I'd like to see if I'm right about it.
No, no, I just—yes, I'd love to, I mean—yes let's go on a witch-hunting date!
That worked! That worked!!!!! It woooooooooooorked ahahahahaahahahah okay he is really bad at modelling himself apparently this feels a lot better than he thought it would!!!!! Still not like 100%, he still kind of feels like throwing up, but, like additionally he feels great!
The nausea has mostly subsided by then so Yutaka can just feel mostly happy about it and appreciative of just hooooooow hot this boy is it's kind of unreal. He lands on the roof, bows corteously, then extends his hand. "Would my lord do me the honour of gracing me with his company on this nightly jaunt?"
Okay you know what, Yutaka was wrong. Yutaka thought that that smile made him want to kiss Haru, but that was before he'd seen that smile pointed at him. Now it makes him take a second longer than he meant to to follow after because he had to catch his breath first.
Him being so delighted in Yutaka's presence is also making Yutaka's heart go doki doki, even if it's not about Yutaka this time.
Okay he's kind of getting convinced that part of the coiling black mass of undecipherable feeling in his stomach must be liking Haru. He's seen handsome boys in all sorts of situations before and they never did this to him.
"—I'm missing the reference, I'm afraid. What I want to check is whether you," he stops time, "come with me when I do this," he finishes grinning widely. "So. Tie one end of the string to my finger, tie the other to yours," make the string red, "and we can both act in stopped time just fine."
It's a coral reef. It's not underwater - they can breathe - but it's humid, and smells like the sea, and the colors are all strange like they would be deep below the surface of the ocean. The coral reef is vibrant beyond the parameters of real coral reefs, cartoonishly bright and diverse and populated by at least two dozen kinds of fish, schooling with their fellows and hiding in the anemones and the cavities in the coral. There's enough space that they'll be able to walk under arches and through tunnels of coral to explore the labyrinth.
"Oh," murmurs Haru. "I didn't realize they'd be pretty."
"You can touch it with the string, it won't unpause until it's actually sufficiently secure in the knot that it'd move if I tugged on the string. I tested that at school earlier today after I chatted to a guy at lunch who turned out to have lots of thoughts about the use of time stop powers."
"I'm as new at this as you." On account of how Yamanaka just wanted him as insurance and didn't really explain much. "One possibility is that individual fish are harmless but the whole school is aggressive? Yesterday plucking petals off the tree didn't do anything but when they plucked themselves off of their own accord they got evil and sharp.
"We could always temporarily unpause to see if what happens."
"...back when you were fighting Godzilla you could fire three arrows at a time and have them redrawn by the time you were pulling the bowstring again, I think you can do a lot more than a hundred."
Time to do some terrain and boss monster exploration! Does it look like it has any obvious weaknesses or features to exploit?
And Yutaka will... touch the worm with his hand for a fraction of a second to see if that unpauses it—yes it does—how about with his feet—no it doesn't—so maybe he could walk inside it but he'd feel kind of nervous to.
"Maybe we could try just shooting it a lot and seeing what goes wrong with that when I resume time?"
"Yeah, sensible."
Alright, so, time to learn how to shoot guns. Which he should perhaps have done before he had an audience he wanted to impress but, like, what's done is done. In the very worst case he can rewind to before they stopped time (he's feeling nauseous again, but he's barely paying attention) because he can't rewind within stopped time, his rewinds are all sidereal time, but, like, it should be fine, right? He's got the common sense things down—keep guns clean and well-maintained to avoid jams, no pointing them or touching the trigger until you intend to shoot, make sure there aren't things behind your target that you don't mind hitting if you miss it, keep breathing and posture stable, have a firm grip but not a brittle one to deal with recoil—and it's just a matter of practising those last couple of things.
He hopes.
Here goes nothing.
Yutaka's trying to prepare for the recoil but there's nothing quite like experiencing it first hand to know what to prepare for. So he practises, and tries to shoot, and gets a couple of jams at the start, and when that happens or he runs out of bullets in a gun he drops the gun and swaps for a new one. It's a lot faster and easier than reloading the gun, anyway, and once the witch's labyrinth is gone they will be too. Pew pew pew.
Yutaka could die right here he is so happy. He got to kiss the boy and the boy is enjoying it and he's so cute and so hot and they KILLED A MONSTER TOGETHER wow that was a high he wasn't expecting it to be such a high and he's getting a bit too distracted here and it's a good thing probably maybe that Haru is wearing a hakama because otherwise Yutaka is pretty certain his hands would start going places they shouldn't go on a first date. As it is they're just doing as much exploring as they can do within these constraints.
Unfortunately they can't actually hop to his place, unless they want to actually climb up some walls and jump from balcony to balcony all the way up. None of the neighbouring buildings are as tall as his, and it's not close.
"We'll have to take the lift up," he says, when they get there.
"I suppose it can't be helped," he tells Haru's skin. So, sure, he can show Haru around, while doing his best to distract Haru throughout.
His apartment is two stories tall. There is a main room, split into a living room area and a dining room area, that takes up the two stories. The kitchen that's attached to it is only separated from the dining room by a counter, and it'd be perfectly doable for a person in the dining room to hold a conversation with a person in the kitchen. To the left there is a bathroom and a guest bedroom as well as stairs leading up to a landing that overlooks the main area and leads to one other guest bedroom with an ensuite, an office, another bathroom, and the main bedroom with yet another ensuite.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee he is such a simp but that's okay he is practising radical acceptance on the simping he is all in on the simp fuck it we ball he is HOLDING THE BOY'S HAND and this is making him just as excited as kissing the boy was, all aboard the Yutaka train to Swan Masaharu station, Simpsville.
Oh the light's green again. Damnit. Okay no more holding the boy's hand until the next red light.
They are MAGICAL BOYS if someone decides to take issue with them holding hands in public Yutaka can PUNCH THEM right in the FACE. He has taken boys to this restaurant before, though, and he knows no one is openly homophobic in it (and actually he thinks the owner himself might be gay, but he isn't totally sure), and they will get nice food and a nice datelike atmosphere. "Noodles!" he agrees.
And it's still in beta or something, sure. "So I don't know how much overkill we did, and probably for ideal efficiency long term we want to do only enough overkill to cover for the possibility that we've underestimated something, but if they vary a lot in size we can't necessarily just try reducing the ammunition count by fifteen percent each time."
"Yeah, true. Also something I was thinking was that we might want to try to take some of them on entirely outside time stop, maybe just the familiars at first, so that we can develop the, like, reflexes and stuff? It's comfortable to stop time but I worry we might get too lazy if we rely on it too much?"
—sorry, didn't mean to bring the mood down, he says, forcing his face to smile again.
(Did he already like Haru this much two days ago before Haru died? He doesn't think so? But then how come he started liking Haru so much so quickly? What the fuck happened what is happening to his brain???)
"Like—maybe I'm making this up to try to explain it but the way in which you're serious feels like it's a way you are rather than a thing you do? It's not that you're being serious about things it's that that's how you are in general. You're—very focused? You think about things a lot?" Though he's—actually half-guessing from vibes, here. He doesn't actually know Haru that well, as a person.
Which makes the strength of his infatuation make even less sense!!!
They don't have time to go back to Yutaka's for more making out as it's getting pretty late, so he drives Haru back to his place. When they get there, he opens the door for Haru, and walks him to the door—even if it's an apartment building, he still felt like doing it.
(He never realised he had these sappy teen romance desires in him. You learn something new every day.)
"See you tomorrow?" he says, his slight anxiety turning it into more of a question than he means it.
Eeeeee he KISSED THE BOY and he HELD HANDS WITH THE BOY and he WENT ON A DATE WITH THE BOY he is an idiot and a simp and a dumbass and he has feelings for a boy and that has never happened before and he does not understand where they're coming from and he is too exhausted to try to figure it out and besides the last several times he tried to figure it out he failed so he is just going to go home and take a shower and then go to sleep hugging a pillow after making sure telepathically that Haru is still alive.
Rather than look for somewhere unobserved outside he can just look for somewhere unobserved inside by the door so he can untransform and walk out. And if someone thinks it's weird, well, let them think it's weird. He does not give a fuck. He is so high on life right now he's got a CRUSH and it may be silly that his first crush happened when he was eighteen but, like, understandable given his life history, and he is going to live life to the FULLEST because he died then got a chance to do it over and he'd rather die again than squander it.
I have appeared.
"Oh, you know, whenever there's YA stuff going on, either the protagonists gotta hide their magic from everyone or they have a cool supportive family that's okay with it and there's, like, some types of characters that are more common than others. Ren sounds like the Cool Anime Mum™ type."
He's never been this out, like, he's been out, there's always been rumours, but he's always been discreet, and now he's not being discreet, and it feels a little bit terrifying to be doing this so brazenly without having sounded people out first, doing it in front of everyone rather than small groups at a time, without any control at all. People will think—things, whatever they'll think, he has no idea, this is his third day here so he doesn't really know that many people yet (or rather they don't know him) and he has zero control over his image and Iwasaki Iemasa will definitely have opinions about his disgraceful son being so openly gay in front of everyone and it's, it's terrifying and it's exhilarating and it's such a rush, he feels a little bit giddy and almost dizzy from the thoughts.
Yutaka used to think that being a fuckboy was the best way to say fuck you to Iwasaki-san and everyone else but this? Being so completely shameless about it, not even caring who sees, kissing a boy in the middle of the school parking lot out in the open, dating him?
This is better. This is definitely, definitely better.
"I could really get used to this."
I never did find out what Ashikaga's problem with me was. There was a lot of homophobia in there but it never felt like that was the whole story. Has he ever been particularly dickish to you?
Yutaka considers throwing back just as hard but he thinks Haru would be sad with him if he did that so he instead will not. "You should be careful with this, someone could've gotten hurt," he says, throwing it back underhand.
I hadn't really talked to him much prior to this either. He, like, was part of the little crowd I started to attract once the rumours about my father started making the rounds you might've seen yesterday (which Yutaka's mostly dodged this morning so that he could find his way to his beau) but I think this was the first personal interaction I had with him? And it only went downhill from here.
I was sniping rudely at him, he was sniping rudely at me, it was all in good fun. I guess it wasn't much of a standoff because the teacher showed up just after I'd gotten a good jab in so I won but we kept doing that every time we ran into each other for the rest of the month.
Very, very wicked. But Yutaka does in fact manage to focus enough that Nakao is confident in having him at least try out with the rest of the team. He was pretty fit and good at sports even prior to being a magical boy, so he's definitely playing exceptionally well today.
Yutaka will sit with them, too. Last time he spent this lunch with the AV club folks but he hasn't actually met any of them individually this time yet so that'd be weird, whereas now he and Haru are ✨dating✨ and he gets to be a bit ridiculous about it.
"Hi, senpai," he says to the group.
Yutaka didn't drive to school this morning, so after school he walks Haru to his mother's car for the sake of appearances (and because he enjoys it) and then they both magic up and roof hop to Yutaka's apartment.
"Home, empty home. If I'd known I was going to become a magical boy I'd have tried to get my old man to find me an apartment with more reasonable window heights."
Well the displays show some numbers but they'll probably need to Google what those numbers indicate exactly. There's illuminance, luminance, luminous intensity, luminous flux, including a little camera display that'll show whatever the measurer is seeing with false colours corresponding to local luminance, and another display has all of those values split between bands of the visible light spectrum.
He's gonna make sure all windows are shut and lights are on so that the time of day won't affect the tests, transform, and turn the gem on the back of his glove into a bauble again to leave it in front of the camera so that there won't be issues with different camera angles and whatnot.
And then, to testing!
Then the experimental results are: the decrease in illuminance from stopping time seems to be really tiny, so much so that it's not entirely obvious if it's a linear or nonlinear cost in terms of how bright his gem currently is. That said, it seems like spending twice as long in stopped time is about twice as costly, and having Haru with him doubles that, too. But this suggests that Yutaka has quite a lot of slack with his time stopping.
Yutaka committed to not leaving for ten minutes even after he was done with the experiment so as to not give Haru any information about whether or not he was in a doomed timeline, which is again tedious as fuck but whatever, at least it's not that much time sidereal.
"It's like more than ten times more expensive per minute than just stopping time for that long," he announces once he's done.
They may not believe me but they'll at least have something to not believe and the chance to check; I can show shorter rewinds easily and maybe talk about things that are going to happen that are easier to check? The most obvious one I remember is the rain in two and a half weeks but it'll be pretty late by then...
That sounds so incredibly wasteful, he says, including a mental sigh. But it can't be helped. We still need all the help we can get, the witch one-shot you and its familiars overwhelmed Haru a few seconds after that, even if we buckle up and prepare that's still a lot and it'll work a lot better if we have more people on board.
Yutaka doesn't think he could've possibly mustered this much enthusiasm for this part of the whole deal on his own but watching Haru enjoy himself so much is very motivating. He gives the platform thing a try, decides he doesn't love it, and instead occasionally just pauses time for a few seconds to catch up, which from an outside point of view looks like him doing some short-distance teleportation here and there.
The witch, when they find it, is hanging out with its barrier opening onto an indoor pool; they have to magic a lock open to get in there, though they can see it through the window.
Inside, though, it's a train station on psychedelics. There are escalators to nowhere, fare gates and tiled hallways and tracks that climb and twist into roller-coaster loops, fluorescent lights flickering and sputtering, and of course trains, screaming trains tearing through the labyrinth and into tunnels. The familiars look like shambling silhouettes of salarymen, with briefcases and ties and staring white eyes, crowding the platforms even when the platforms are vertical or upside-down.
"Something to ask Kyūbey later, I guess." Are the salarymen going to be doing anything more threatening than twitching? Yutaka's gonna be conservative with the timestops but not that conservative, when it turns out that using them is about the same amount of expensive a few of Haru's arrows seem to be, for him.
As long as they aren't on the trains, the salarymen don't get worse than twitchy, but it eventually transpires that to get anywhere in here they're going to need to get on a train, and the salarymen attempt to press in close and smother them when they do that; it's not a good use case for Haru's bow and he winds up stabbing a lot of them with the same arrow in timestop.
"This is a bizarre train. I guess it's an evil monster train, but still." Pause. "Your arrows? Can you tie string to your arrows and—maybe this is just wasting time and we should just keep stabbing them," he says, eyeing the frozen mass of salarymen just beyond the door with trepidation.
"No, just trying to concretize how far that is."
The train comes to another stop. Salarymen start shoving their way in, and beyond them is a dragon made of sheets of paper, white with black stripes from the dense text crawling over its pages.
"End of the line," says Haru.
Haru moves around a lot, which turns out to be important because the dragon exhales staples with astonishing force. He does the platformer thing, and fills it with lots of arrows, three at a time - he tries four but it's too hard to make sure the fourth one doesn't just wind up in the ceiling or floor and slows him down on net.
Honestly Yutaka is kind of still weirded out by the "Kyūbey is hollow" thing so he's failing to conceptualise the fluff as cute for the moment. That's probably just him, though, he was also pretty weirded out by becoming a magic rock piloting his body from a distance initially but he's kind of used to it now.
"Let's go get dinner?"
"If you'd be okay with maybe losing the memories and me eating the magic costs we could try getting it and rewinding if it goes too badly but it might go badly in a way where it's hard to rewind and that's, you know, a pretty steep cost. Not just in magic, that is."
"Yeah. ...I thought about suggesting that we camp near the witch and try to prevent it from catching people but I'm not sure what the effective range of a witch is and 'catching people' could be, like, quietly making someone off themselves in their apartment, there's no way for us to catch all of that. Plus no one might show tonight at all."
Haru is so cute. And Yutaka gets to keep him all to himself whoa there, tiger, chill. Maybe he should keep Haru in his thoughts while he takes care of some business and goes to recover some of the sanity he's clearly lost alongside the bloodflow that's been redirected from his brain.
He can't wait until Haru forgets himself.
I'd, hm. First try to get to know them? At least a little bit? I don't think there's just one answer, it depends on what they're like. When Yamanaka calls them 'completely hostile' is that in a shoot-first-ask-later way? If so, I'd probably stop time and try to find them and plan around a hostile interaction that I might need to rewind or flee to survive. But what we want is just to get them to believe us, right? Or, at least, the main thing we want? If people know witchzilla is coming in three weeks it is clearly in their selfish interest to do something about that.
Like, hi, how are you, I'm Iwasaki Yutaka, I'm a new magical boy and I heard this is your territory, do you have ten minutes to chat, maybe? And—everyone has something they want. "Not dying to witchzilla" is a big thing that probably everyone wants but it might be possible to sweeten the deal, get them something else they want so they'll be happier to listen, and so on.
...yeah, I kinda do, don't I.
He's definitely enabling them, though. Yutaka seems to know all their names and know enough about them to show some of an interest in their lives, and to remember things they said or like. The vibe is decidedly friendly, and not just like there's a bunch of people fawning, though there's some of that, too.
To be fair this is a different group than last time. Yoshino—uhhh maybe I shouldn't have said his name, actually, but too late now I guess because it'll be obvious I'm talking about him now—anyway he's not hanging out anymore because he's on the DL and when I was also a bit on the DL it was cool but now that I'm super out he probably doesn't want any suspicions to fall on him? Just guessing, though. Being really rich will do that, anyway, people will overlook all kinds of flaws if you're really rich. ...not that being gay is a flaw obviously but you get me.
Probably not! Admittedly Yamada said that she knew someone from Nada High but she is not one of the people who are here, on account of I am immune to her attempts at flirting. She tried it for a week last time before giving up but now that I'm so obviously totally gone on you...
"The thing he wants most in the world," he says, still in a cheerful tone of voice, "is for malaria to be gone. The disease. There have been serious estimates put forth that it might have been responsible for half the deaths in the history of humanity. He deeply, viscerally cares about other people, like that. I could never hope to be as good a person as he is.
"He's incredibly smart, and committed to what he thinks is right, and good at knowing what he wants and going after it. He's insightful and introspective, he's knowledgeable about all kinds of things I never even thought about. When he talks about things he likes his eyes shine, and when he smiles he makes me want to do everything to make him keep smiling. He's interesting to talk to, every opinion he has he really thought through and has a good, solid reason for. And he's drop-dead gorgeous.
"That's why." You bitch.
I'm mostly distracted by trying to figure out how you could possibly accomplish that without having started hooking up with people when you were distressingly young, like, I guess you could lie about your age on an app, that would probably do it if you were very dedicated?
He releases the breath he'd been holding. I, uh, first kissed a boy when I was twelve, and I first did more than that when I was—not quite fourteen. Not much more than that, then. Haru is going to hate him Haru is going to think he is a slut and they shouldn't date and that will be AWFUL and Yutaka will need to rewind because he doesn't want Haru to break up with him—
He is going to—transform in front of everyone, pause time, check the relevant passage, then unpause and rewind to just before that—
Sec I'm being cold called but I haven't been with anyone else this week and wasn't planning to, and then yes he can in fact read aloud this passage.
(Yeah yeah they can fucking deal with it if they want to cold call him while he's having a complicated conversation with his—with Haru.)
He will read the passage aloud and he will try to look happy and serene while doing it like of course sensei he will read the passage aloud, he is such a good student, look at how good he is at this.
Uh—maybe? If, I mean I guess it would be pretty hypocritical of me to want you all to myself this early especially since you haven't been with any other boys before? But hypocritical or not he does kind of want Haru all to himself. Because he has gone entirely insane, as he's mentioned so many times over the past few days. So yeah sure we can talk about that.
...I wasn't, uh, planning to, uh—I mean I haven't dated anyone before like I said but I thought it was kind of a given that people who are dating usually don't hook up with unmemorable others? I guess I know that open relationships and polyamory, like, exist...
Iwasaki you are being so incredibly incompetent today what is WRONG with you yes yes he knows what's wrong with him shut up please.
Oh. Okay. Well. I—seem to have gone entirely insane over you so I do kind of want to keep you to myself.
This, on the other hand, he is saying specifically because he expects Haru will like it. There are some kinds of being pathetic that are flattering and this is one of them.
Wait, is that too much, that's too much. —uh, you can take as long as you want to feel comfortable to be clear I don't mean to pressure you it was mostly a joke. Or, not exactly a joke, it was metonymy for, like, Haru liking him as much as he seems to like Haru, which Haru obviously still doesn't.
Yutaka goes to baseball practice that afternoon. Everyone is impressed, including Ashikaga, if grudgingly, and they ask him to join the team. He agrees, because it seems fun, and because it isn't something he's done before, so why the hell not.
But after that, well...
Wish me luck.
Ah. Yutaka thinks his father thinks he knows. And he isn't even, exactly, wrong, is he? Yutaka was busy with a boy. Just... not in the way his father's thinking. Actually, that's enraging. Now that. He's stopping and. Thinking about it. Of course his father has no way of knowing this but the thing Yutaka was busy with, last night, was saving people's lives. But his father thinks he was fooling around with a boy.
"Why, father, you've never taken such an interest in my affairs. I'm flattered you were thinking of me, but I shouldn't bother you with the trivial details of a high schooler's boring life." Which is just going to confirm Iemasa's suspicions but at this point he does not give a shit.
"Yes, well, I've had a long day, I can feel a tension migraine forming, and it seemed like you could benefit from some bluntness. I've raised you to play the games we play well," he says, echoing Yutaka's thoughts, "but I haven't raised you to play all of the games I play. I had hopes that you'd learn them anyway."
"You haven't raised me. You hired people to raise me, and then passed judgment on their results. You were never there, and you still aren't. You might think that's normal, perhaps that's how your father was with you, but it's not normal, father, and when other fathers talk about raising their sons, they are not talking about this."
He sighs. "You know, I had really hoped you'd manage to last longer than a week. I had even hoped that you might, in fact, learn something. But clearly I was just fooling myself, and just as clearly this opportunity served only to strengthen your resolve in dragging your and my name through the mud.
"I'm withdrawing your enrollment in Shimamoto High, and I'm sending you to Kaiyo Academy."
Yutaka tries a few rewinds, first, to see if it'll work, but nothing does. He doesn't try very hard. He has this other tool, this better tool, and in the end, it's not hard. Why did Iwasaki Iemasa come visit? Why, he didn't. He never came. He didn't even send a text yesterday, not as far as he can remember anyway. Yutaka is out of sight and out of mind. What he's doing at Shimamoto High is none of Iemasa's concern. The rumours around him are just rumours, and certainly don't matter any more than the rumours that used to follow him before.
Yutaka perhaps does more of it than was strictly necessary, but can you blame him? If you had been there, if you had seen it, he bets you you would've done the same.
He, he needs some time. And maybe he's wasting magic but it's only a little bit of magic, right, as cheap as a few arrows, and it's fine. It's fine. It's fine because if Haru broke up with him he, he's, he doesn't know, but clearly he's gone insane.
Yutaka has said this so many times, but it keeps being relevant and brought to salience.
But this, this, this is, why should he care? Why should Yutaka care about Iwasaki Iemasa? That contemptible little worm who has, has, has done absolutely nothing to deserve Haru's compassion and empathy. Why should Yutaka care if he's eaten by a witch or explodes or what the fuck ever?
And honestly, Haru gets no opinion on this, either, he wasn't there. He wasn't there for the past eighteen years, under that man's thumb and heel. If anyone, anyone at all gets to decide this, it's Yutaka. And if Iwasaki Iemasa got to shape and mold Yutaka's brain while fucking him up, then, well, this is fucking just deserts. That man is getting what was coming for him, and Yutaka feels no sympathy.
For being better than Yutaka in every way. Yutaka isn't that good. Yutaka can't be that good. Yutaka is selfish and small and fucked up and maybe that means that his relationship with Haru is doomed but Haru doesn't have to know and what Haru doesn't know can't hurt him. He will have his cake and eat it, too.
(He's feeling nauseous. That's the part he doesn't like about liking someone, is the nausea.)
But he's going to. Just sit here. For a bit. Wait until the nausea subsides. Wait until he can feel horny again because, because, because he interrupted Haru right in the middle of something fun and Yutaka wants to be able to enjoy himself.
It's fine. It'll be fine. Stopped time is cheap, and the amount of sidereal time he'll rewind is only a few seconds, maybe a minute. It's fine.
It'll be fine.
"Nothing! Just what were you picturing I could do with my hands, gosh? Did you picture me running them all over you, over your chest, down your stomach, to your thighs? Oh, I've pictured myself doing that to you so much, I don't know how patient I could be with my hands between your legs before I finally—"
"Finally grabbed your cock, of course. I'd kiss you, that's not my hands but how could I not, I'd kiss you so much, I'd kiss your mouth and your face and your neck, I'd find that place on your neck where you like being kissed while running my hand up and down your shaft—should I sit behind you? I'd have easy access to all of you if I did..."
"So I'd sit behind you, my legs around you, and from there I could kiss your neck and feel you up. I could definitely play it slower from there, if I wanted, and I do want. I don't want to finish too soon, I want to know everything about your body. Are you cut?" He thinks North Americans often are.
"So I could pull your skin back, rub my thumb around the head of your cock a bit, run my hand up and down your length—God, you're so tasty, I want to suck your cock so much, I bet your cock is tasty, too—with my other hand I'm still feeling you up, I'm grabbing your chest, I'm running it down your body to your thigh again—between your legs, I can't really resist that, I want to touch your balls, I want to feel you down your taint—"
"Something to look forward to, is when I'll be able to use my mouth and not just my hands, I really want to blow you. For now I can just kiss you, though, and just picture the day when you'll let me worship you. I'm getting impatient, though, and I want to hear you moan the way you moan when I kiss your neck, I want to properly jerk you off, play with your cock and go faster and harder, speed up. I'm behind you so I can put my other hand on your ass, now, there's so much more of you than I want to feel, but I'm having so much trouble really doing that because I'm pressing myself against you. I'm so hard, Haru, so hard, can you feel it? I'm pressing it against your back now, I can't, ah, fuck, I can't hold back my moans anymore..."
"I want you to come, Haru. I want you to come for me, fuck, oh Haru, I still have my hands on you, I have both hands on your cock now, I'm going faster and I'm rubbing myself against you, I don't know if I can get myself off with just this but I'm trying, I'm kissing and licking and biting and sucking on your neck and I want you, I want you so much, Haru, I like you so much, moan for me, Haru, I want you to come—"
"Dunno if they're all the same but the one I saw with Yamanaka, you start at the edge of a cherry blossom tree branch and you gotta go in along the branch because space is fucky and you can't go from the ground, and then when you get to the trunk you climb down and find the witch. There's evil flying squirrels and clouds of razor cherry petals but honestly we can just stop time and skip all of that."
In they go. The witch is like the one Yutaka saw before. The exact configuration of the branches and positioning of the sakura and the squirrels differs but the basic idea is identical and they can go to the trunk and down to the floor and slay the witch in very short order.
This witch is creepy as fuck. It looks like one of those hillside graveyards, rows of markers in gray and black and white stone, swooping up in steep cliffs all around where they step in and looming above in an impossible overhang. It's infested with plague rats the size of dogs, vicious and red-eyed and hostile on sight.
The witch, when they stop time and track it down, is a blindfolded ghost, dressed in white and soaked in blood and stinking of iron more intensely than any normal wound could, and Haru throws up his ramen.
Oh excellent. Even though they jerked off together earlier, or maybe because they jerked off together earlier, Yutaka's been itching to touch Haru again. He'll keep his hands above the waist until and unless Haru lets him do otherwise, and he'll only kiss Haru's neck exactly as much as Haru wants him to, but within those bounds Haru will be so made out with.
And thankfully it's a Friday so they don't need to worry about getting back home early and can take some time with this, so after they're out of school they make their way there. And Yutaka decides that letting his anxiety about burning out Kyūbey's goodwill should not get in the way of them trying what they can to save Tokyo, so, Kyūbey, could you pass a message to the magicals that control this territory for us?
They're. They're children.
They're children!!!! What! The hell!!!! This isn't Sailor Moon this is Cardcaptor Sakura!!!!!!
"I'm Iwasaki Yutaka, and my partner is Swan Masaharu," he says, bowing politely, because he has been trained by Iwasaki Iemasa to be able to do this even while his brain is going ?????????????????.
"So, I'm prepared to offer proof of it all of course, but the gist of it all is: I'm from the future, and in three weeks, a big witch so powerful it doesn't need hide behind a barrier shows up and destroys most of Tokyo, killing all of us. I wasn't a magical boy yet, then, and I wished to be able to go back and fix that. So now I'm here, and I would like your help with it so that we can save Tokyo and ourselves." He bows again, more deeply this time.
"If I'd known this was going to happen I'd have taken better notes of specific things I could predict. The biggest one is the rain; it starts three Saturdays from now, suddenly and without warning, and is really strong. Over the next week it gets worse, so bad the entire city needs to go into bunkers, and it's not enough.
"I also have my powers, which came with my wish. I can stop time, and I can also rewind it. I could show it to you. I know it doesn't prove everything, but it's what I have."
"Yeah. I can bring other people with me into the time stop. As for the rewinding—there are lots of things I could do. I could know the answers to a bunch of questions right now that I shouldn't know, because I asked them and then went back in time before I did so that I'm the only one who remembers them."
"Okay. That's reasonable. But in the meantime I'd ask—just in case I'm legit, if it won't be too much trouble," Yutaka is so good at sonkeigo, just watch him, "to stockpile on seeds? That witch is really, really bad, and we could use everyone at full power if we can." He bows again. "Please."
"Yamanaka-san seemed to think that people were pretty different there. Or maybe she was being insensitive, I guess there could be etiquette issues there, but she asked me if I was the kind whose wish was super secret and personal or the other kind, which is what I jumped off of to tell her about the future."
"- what? I don't - think that's - no I don't! I threw up at the smell of blood just yesterday, how is that any of those things. I keep dithering about whether to go after witches that are on somebody else's turf. I have barely any friends. I hope you haven't been dating me on the assumption that I'm some kind of unrealistic paragon of poise."
"Okay but like—it's not your fault you're affected by the smell of blood, and it's really difficult to figure out what to do about this whole 'turf' thing, and you're selective about people, those aren't—bad things—oh gods am I being a cliché, is that what they call rose-tinted glasses—"
"Well it wouldn't count if it was on purpose, that's, like—that thing where someone who is super cool can do a bunch of uncool things and they just look cooler because only someone really cool could do uncool things without looking uncool. 'Cool' stopped sounding like a real word."
He reeeeeeally shouldn't have admitted to liking Haru, back then. He should've played more coy, harder-to-get, something, he's being so pathetic and clingy and uncool. He's not sure what he's gonna do about it, though, because he clearly can't stop even when he's trying, and it's not like starting to act cool from now on would erase all the ways he's been pathetic.
It's kind of unpleasant to have his face rubbed on how sad it is to be the one who likes the other person more. He'd always kind of low-key pictured that if/when he ever found someone he could actually like they'd be the one chasing after him.
So he can see about getting his name out there, probably with Kyūbey's help, and in the meantime...
...does Haru want to go on a movie date with him? Probably they shouldn't be going out every night on the regular but like they are in fact going out every night on the regular due to the superheroing and while they're at it they might as well do other stuff, too.
Being pathetic and clingy and uncool under controlled circumstances in expected ways can be pretty cool, and he does enjoy being soothed by Haru like that, so even though by the end of the movie he has made a fool of himself a double digit number of times he still feels pretty good about the idea overall.
"- there's an English expression about bossy opinionated people, that they 'like to have their own way', and I always thought that was a weird expression, because if someone wouldn't like to have their own way then there has been some fundamental definitional confusion about what their own way might be, and that is also how I feel about what you just said."
Haru giggles. "So like - not everything you listed is doing much for me but the things that are, it's really hard to imagine it constituting a kink that they do? Of course I like it when I get what I want, that is what it means if I want a thing. I don't think it's a kink to just use words correctly. But I think I am maybe missing something about the concepts you're drawing on."
Yutaka doesn't. Actually. Want to deal with this. With any of this.
(Nausea.)
He is going to take his time getting up, poking at his phone and ignoring the text, brushing his teeth, getting coffee—
(Nausea nausea.)
—okay maybe coffee isn't such a good idea. Cereal, then.
Good morning if you're awake.
So it turns out that they actually caught feelings for me? Both of them. And I didn't realise. Until, uh, last time around. And it—they were also part of my wish, but I guess my wish didn't cover it. I wished I hadn't fucked them up and made them suffer, too. So, uh, both of them like me, and Akira—one of them just texted me. I haven't read his text yet but last time he didn't text me so I can only imagine it must be because the rumours about—you and I—must've reached them same as they reached my father.
So uh. Yeah. I didn't—still don't, really, know what to do about it. Well, nothing, maybe, last time it was just—it was a whole thing, and both of them confessed at the same time, and I was so—I didn't know. I didn't mean to lead them on. But apparently I did and I feel—really guilty about it. ...maybe telling you about my, uh, I guess not exes, but, uh, maybe this isn't so cool, actually? I don't have feelings for them—
I guess the best I can do is 'turn them down more gracefully and tactfully than I did last time', but like impulsive decisionmakers all over the world I am procrastinating reading that text by convincing myself that I should eat breakfast and maybe have some coffee and be properly awake before—that. Ugh, I should probably not reject them by text, that'd come off as really callous, and if I wait until the party—I'm not even sure I'm going to the party this time, I might be out with you dealing with witches—
Yeah probably. But he's also, ugh, he's hiding that it shook him because he thought I just didn't do the whole 'boyfriend' thing and that's why he never shot his shot, and he's still hoping that I'll laugh it off and tell him that the rumours are exaggerated and you're just another fling, and he's maybe hoping that at minimum you're so drop-dead gorgeous that it makes sense that I broke my streak for you, and he will be heartbroken if I tell him that I like you because of your personality.
...no, that's honestly legit. I never tried setting people up before but I actually know this guy who'd work out great with Akira—how didn't I think of that before—Toshiki's a tougher nut to crack, though, he thought he was straight and I don't think he knows what he wants.
He's not straight as in I sweet talked my way into his pants and now he is confused and upset and he never liked a guy before but he likes me and maybe that means he's bi maybe he's gay Akira is gay he doesn't know but everything is awful and upsetting and he can't handle this and and and. Or so I think.
Shimamoto High
Akira
how are you doing?
He downs the rest of his cereal and gets to his feet. I want, he says, changing into outside clothes and starting to put his shoes on. Though, uh—is it okay if I meet up with Akira later? —you can, uh, be around, if you want? I'm not gonna do—anything with him, I just— It would be the worst if Haru thought he was cheating he needs to be extremely clear that he is not cheating!!!
"Oh that I don't know, I still need to talk to Takuo, maybe he got a boyfriend already, but—I'm having lunch with Akira at one. I should, like, actually tell him that I'm serious about you before I try to set him up." Phone comes out of the buckler then he detransforms.
...ah. So Akira knows Toshiki likes Yutaka. Obvious, in hindsight.
They're in the smoking area so Yutaka lights a cigarette and takes a drag. "Have the kids at school been tough on him since I left?" He knows the answer. He wants to hear what Akira's going to say about it.
"The reason why I and every gay guy and half the straight girls at Nada have had a crush on you for years is because you're too nice. You play up your, your dumb charming arrogant persona, and you know everything about everyone and you buy the best gifts ever and you make everyone around you feel like they matter. And yeah you're rich as fuck and your dad owns Mitsubish UFJ and you're really hot but, God, that would not have been enough. Even the people who hate your guts and think you're a disgusting homo like you, Iwasaki.
"So, yeah. I've liked you since we were kids. You were my first crush."
"Toshiki too. By the way. I don't know if you were planning on turning him down, too, but he's been moping around like a sad puppy since that day and it's depressing as all fuck and I can't even manage to feel sympathy for him because that's been me for the past fucking decade. I can't even feel sympathy for my own twin over this. And you say I'm a good guy.
"You suck, Yutaka. I hope you know that." He wants to eat more of his delicious temaki before it gets soggy.
Anything I say about what I was like back then will just be something I'm making up, I was whatever I thought my father would have wanted me to be and I didn't pay attention to what I wanted until it was much much more obvious that what I wanted would never be something he'd approve of.
I don't know how to keep sounding fancy but my response to that is that the sun is everyone else's, you're mine.
...okay that was perhaps a bit presumptuous but he will not caveat it and will instead transform so he can properly be hugged if Haru didn't get incredibly turned off by that proclamation.
Slight shrug. "It's my mess, I'll figure out how to fix it." And he is not touching all of the other shit Akira said with a ten-foot pole. He does not know how to deal with it and the way Iwasaki Yutaka deals with things he doesn't know how to deal with is: he doesn't. Into the box they go.
Hook, line, and sinker.
"The fact that the thing you wanted most in the world was to get rid of malaria is the coolest. I didn't even think to make a wish like that and it was just, you immediately thought about it. You're so smart, like all the time, and you take things seriously, and you can do some magic sorcery while writing on a notebook that makes you manage to care more about things which is completely insanely superpowered and I'm glad I wasn't able to do that because I would've made a different wish if I were and then we'd all be dead but that's pure luck not skill. You're good at knowing what you want and getting it and you don't waste time in doing that. You're the kind of person who gets happy, like really happy for real, to be given the chance to help other people and be a superhero, like you're not doing it performatively you're just like that. Every opinion you have you thought through and you have a good, solid reason to have it. You're really interesting to talk to, and when you talk about stuff you like your eyes shine and it makes me want to kiss you.
"I didn't tell him about the wish stuff but I glomarised it."
!!!!!!!! Haru agreed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (nausea) Yutaka is not going to push his luck, here, obviously he likes Haru a lot more than Haru likes him (nausea) but he wants to hear Haru say he (nausea) likes him some more!!!!!!!!!!!
"I-I dunno, I've been told I'm kinda stupid." Shut uuuuuuup (nausea) stop saying words. "I'm gonna hide now," (nausea) he says, then proceeds to hide in Haru's neck.
Yutaka decides to try to talk to at least one other magical per day until he's covered Tokyo itself and most of the Greater Tokyo Area. He's got his work cut out for him, but it makes him feel good and productive, moreso even than killing witches. Killing witches is cool and all but it feels like just using this tool that was given him to do some stuff that doesn't really feel like real life (it doesn't help that the witches themselves are surreal as fuck), but talking to people, trying to convince them to work together and help, that feels like him. It feels like he's the one doing the work, with his own skills that he's worked on and earned.
Not that he has much to show for it yet, though. The magicals he talks to on the weekend are just as lukewarm and wary as the kids from Friday (and not even that much older). Still, he's getting the idea out there, sowing the seeds of cooperation, and hopefully they'll be enough.
—what. Uh. "That works for us too, if it's preferable." He is going to be mostly looking at Junko as he speaks but he won't do so in a way that necessarily one hundred percent closes off the possibility that he could be including them in what he says. "If it is at all relevant, Swan and I are gay."
"Indeed. In two weeks on Saturday, it starts storming suddenly and unexpectedly. The rain gets bad enough over the next week to sink ships, and by the following weekend the city is on emergency alert. On Monday we are all told to go into the weather bunkers, and the witch makes landfall. It's strong enough to uproot buildings. I had been dithering about making a wish, I couldn't find anything I wanted, and then after the witch killed Yamanaka-san and Haru," he is almost getting used to remembering that without flinching, "I was trapped by debris and about to die. I wished that I could go back and do everything right this time. Then I woke up in my body a month earlier, and I was a magical boy.
"I don't remember any other major individual events prior to the storm with which to prove any of this sooner, unfortunately. I do have time-related powers due to the wish, which I can demonstrate to corroborate my story to some extent."
"...you're welcome." Why are all magicals so weird. "There was one other thing, or rather, the main reason I wanted to talk. I think this witch is not the kind that we can afford to underestimate, and I would request your help, as I am that of every magical person in the Greater Tokyo Area. I think working together is the best shot we have at all surviving and saving Tokyo. I also believe we will stand the best chances if we save up on magic and seeds, as much as we can. The three of us are stockpiling what we can, so that we can prepare. I know it may be a big ask, but for the sake of all of us, I must ask anyway." He bows, very deeply. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, and I thank you for taking the time to listen to me."
"Understood." He straightens up, then reaches in his buckler for a witch seed, this one completely empty. "Kyūbey let you know Haru and I ran into a witch in your territory and defeated it, yes? This was its seed." He teekays it gently towards the girls. "We didn't and don't mean to invade."
"Oh I'm like really independent and unmonitored for an idol and that's not a coincidence, when I was starting out they were all over me and my partner helped me out with some mind magic, it was pretty fucked up I'm not gonna lie and I would not have done it if they weren't, like, controlling my schedule to the point that I would have been totally unable to go hunting and would've died of it. I... could definitely have kept it to a lower level than I did."
"Dunno, I haven't had a lot of contact with K-pop ones. I'm pretty clearly bankable now, though, that gets me some leeway. I could probably go cold turkey on the mind tricks but honestly I was so scared when I was starting out it does make me feel a lot better to know I can."
It's in a subway station. "Oh, this kind," Yamanaka says, peering at the sigil. "Don't step on the lilypads, they're actually frog familiars, you've got to go above the water - swinging from the vines works, but I usually just do platforms. The witch is this crazy origami thing with weird geometry? Like most of it isn't - it. You can stab it all day and it doesn't care, till you get it to unfold just so."
"It's a Pokémon," he explains helpfully. "—probably we can just skip them in time stop. Haru and I did some experiments last week, being in time stop is, like, similar in cost to Haru using his arrows. The three of us will be more arrows but it's still not, like, horribly expensive."
Yutaka's seen Yamanaka fight before, of course, but: she's really good at it. She swings the sword like a weightless Beat Saber. She dodges attacks, or leans into them and shrugs them off like they don't hurt at all if that works better with the flow of her movements. She pierces the heart of the fortune teller and it kaleidoscopes into a frog, she takes off the frog's legs and gets a lotus, she shaves off the tips of enough petals that it becomes a butterfly; she cleaves the butterfly in two and it's a crane. She cuts off its head.
When she does that the blossom shoots up high in the air—
—turns upside down—
—and the entire place changes. A flurry of paper and stained glass spirals around them, trapping them in a kaleidoscopic cathedral with hallways folding into themselves in the distance and eldritch light dancing beyond misshapen windows. The watery floor becomes crystalline, and below it flocks of paper cranes and pigeons and birds of paradise in all colours swirl around each other, except when they occasionally fly up and through the crystal as if it weren't there to attack Junko, Haru, and Yutaka with more violence than the razor petals from the cherry blossom witch before diving into the floor again, beyond their reach. The lilypad frogs reappear and the lilies on them bloom into flowering glass shard lilies.
And the witch, it—
The witch, she blooms, too. The rosebud becomes a paper dress, and out of where the stem was cut emerges her origami body, thin folded arms swaying from side to side and directing her minions like an orchestra conductor. Her paper smile talks, or sings, or laughs, but nothing can be heard other than the rustling of paper.
Projectiles fly. The minions are taken down—some of them still twitch brokenly on the floor, but they don't seem to share their master's ability to refold themselves into extra mass—but the arrows and bullets targetting the witch are either deflected by well-timed glass shards and deceptively resilient origami or tanked by her without leaving her much worse for wear.
"Yeah. —if she's fleeing Yamanaka-san she'll be going in a direction with a speed, she can't teleport," he thinks, "so if we make enough of those in the direction she's moving towards quickly enough that she can't react to the sudden appearance of the web in stopped time it's game over." He hopes.
If the witch is confused by their seeming teleportation and the way her minions get taken down, she does not show it. She continues her performance, gliding effortlessly through the air as if dancing to music only she can hear, and all the while her paper and glass minions multiply to replace their fallen brethren.
Eeeeeeee okay Yutaka thinks he can get behind the kind of superheroing that's actually difficult. ...which is maybe not great for his life expectancy, now that he thinks of it, it would be great if he got this excited about the easy witches they've been dealing with, but eh, whatever, this was so much fun.
"Wow. - Yutaka, what if you got some, like, tent spikes, not every witch has terrain that suits but this one, if the glassy stuff would have held onto them, I could have tied the witch down if I got anchors into place all around it and then got string over its shoulders and connected to those."
A month ago subjective, and never on this timeline, when he called Toshiki on Tuesday, it was because he wanted a blowjob. Now instead it's... this.
Dying really did change him. Also Haru. Dying, and Haru, and Haru dying.
"Can't I just want to spend some time with a friend?"
He leans forward so he can rest his head on his elbows, pressing his eyes against his palms. "Why, Iwasaki? Why did you find a boyfriend, why did you find some random guy when you had, you had anyone, you've known Akira for years, it could've been him, or, or—
"—it could've been me."
"I bet it's really fucking funny to you. I bet you loved seducing the straight guy, didn't you, and getting to bang twins to boot? Gotta be great for your fucking ego, Iwasaki. Chew 'em up and spit 'em out, that's the Iwasaki motto. Use 'em up, don't give a fuck about the damage you leave behind."
"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I didn't realise how you felt. And—even if I had, I wouldn't have cared, and that would've been wrong. I'm sorry. I did chew you up and spit you out, I was a callous asshole, I didn't really consider the consequences of my actions. I never meant to hurt you."
"You know I'm completely fucked, right? I'm not gay, except now I kinda gotta be, right, because no self-respecting girl is ever going to touch me with a ten foot pole, everyone at Nada's talking about how it's the genes, how they always knew I must've been, must've been in the closet, in denial, scared. If one twin's gay, why not the other, huh? And I just thought, I thought, I thought I mattered—"
"You do matter." Why is this going so much worse than last time. Is it because Toshiki isn't around everyone else and having to stay composed. Fuck, it is, isn't it. He was in a much worse way than Yutaka thought... "You do too matter. I'm, I just—not me, Toshiki. Don't, don't waste your time and your emotions on me. Please? I'm not worth it. I'm not worth your heartache."
"...no. I'm not bragging. I just—it took me so long to realise, to notice your feelings, how you must've felt. And it wouldn't have been right. It just wouldn't have been right to lead you on, or, or ghost you, or something. I, I have to be a man and own up to my fuckups. You deserved to hear it from me, and you deserve someone better than me. You deserve to get someone great, girl or guy or whatever. And I wouldn't want to, I wouldn't want you to—hold back—"
He'd already detransformed and was in a loose T-shirt and sweatpants and it is very comfy to be snuggled by his boyfriend and Toshiki would've been really happy to be in this position but he can't be because Yutaka can't ever reciprocate those feelings ok he kinda liked it better when he'd forgotten about it.
He covers his face with both hands. "Argh now I'm thinking about him again. Haru he looked so sad—" Okay he doesn't want spooning right now he wants to turn around and hug Haru and hide his face in Haru's shirt. "I don't understand why they got so hung up on me. I wasn't—nice—" But he stops himself when he remembers Akira's words. "Maybe I was just too nice to them, but I didn't mean to be."
"Haah... I don't know, Haru." He has no idea why he is quite this insane about Haru. "I've—told you—about all of the things I like about you. And there are things I liked about all of them, too, but..." He shrugs, and remains hidden in Haru's shirt. "I've never met anyone—quite like you. And, and it must be true that people have—types. Or, or something. I don't know. Or, I mean, if people have types, then, then I guess they, I guess none of them were mine."
Think happy thoughts: Haru agreed to snuggle him to sleep! This means that he gets to wake up next Haru tomorrow! That's good! Yay! He's feeling insecure and sad and like everything is going to go wrong and bad and it's probably a dumb feeling to have. Thinking happy thoughts. "I like you," he mumbles. "A bit too much more than makes any sense, but I do."
"I told you, anyone's homophobic, you tell me." He starts menacingly slapping one hand with the bat he's holding in the other. "I am going to break their legs. I've been yearning for an excuse to break some of these guys' legs for years." He looks at Ashikaga again. "That was the last shot you got so I hope you enjoyed it."
"In this household we do not question the blessings our ancestors rain upon us at our time of need, we merely throw balls at him. Now let's get started. Iwasaki I know you seem to be gifted with the reflexes of a cat and the pain tolerance of a Catholic but I will insist that you actually wear the glove for this bit. I'm liable otherwise."
In this new territory they were just gifted there's a witch.
It's quiet in this witch. None of them contain diegetic theme music, but most of them there's fake wind rustling the decor, familiars squishing or stepping or skipping around, sound effects from the moving parts. This witch isn't silent, they can hear their own footsteps on the carpet (there's carpets, lush oriental rugs on the ground and the walls and in hundred-deep heaps in place of walls, edged in tassels, eating visual attention like gentle basilisks), they can hear themselves breathe, but nothing else is making a noise. Among the rugs there are moths, big ones with unnecessarily creepy mouthparts, bearing Persian-rug patterns on their wings and deep-pile fluff on their abdomens and plush plumose antennae. They don't attack. Their wingbeats are silent, their crawling up the piles of hundreds of rugs is silent, their creepy mouthparts as they nibble on the tassels - silent.
It's a deep complicated labyrinth, and it gets darker and darker as they get farther and farther in, with the candle lanterns that hang overhead from the distantly textile ceiling coming farther apart, and sometimes proving to be blown out.
"I hate this place," whispers Yutaka from where he's kind of hiding behind Haru holding a flashlight. "I wish something would happen already. Witches should not be like horror movies." The monster could be anywhere, here, and that's just so, so much worse than knowing where it is.
He swallows dryly. "Yeah, maybe." Yutaka is five hundred percent sure something is going to sneak up on them or show up unexpected or, or something, and he is going to scream like a little girl and he might wet his pants and that'll be the most embarrassing thing EVER. It's a lot less okay to be a scaredy cat when it's real life. He's trying to brace himself and he knows he's going to fail and that just makes him more anxious.
The floor starts sloping downward. In pitch darkness but for the flashlights - Haru has one too and is holding it in his teeth by this point so he can have his bow at the ready - they descend the slope.
Eventually the beams fall on something new.
It's not a marionette. It is a doll, though, giant and porcelain-faced with painted-on blush and china hands and a fluffy Victorian dress and big long-lashed blue eyes that roll to stay level with the floor as she moves.
She appears to move slowly, but - isn't, something may be fucking with their sense of time or else her tremendous size is making her look ponderous where actually she's nimble or maybe she's skipping frames, teleporting her limbs into place. She points at them, and the moths swarm, the sound that they aren't making a suffocating thunder.
Haru starts shooting them down.
It's a lot of arrows. If they shine the flashlights around there are more waves of them cresting over rug hills and coursing through tasseled corridors. Haru shoots everything he can from his present vantage point and then climbs up onto a rug pile and gets more from there and when he can't see any unshot moths he starts in on the witch.
"Next time I'm shopping around for weapons I'm gonna see if this buckler is the kinda bag of holding that can fit stuff bigger than looks like it should go through the opening, maybe get a rocket launcher or something if I can find one," he grumbles, starting to throw grenades.
"I think we got them all unless they're really good at getting up again after being punctured but lemme make another pass." He runs around, shining the flashlight everywhere in a search pattern, finds one stray moth that hadn't assumed into a swarm yet and shoots at it, and then: "I think we got the moths."
Arrows strike home. Bullets slam into wings and bodies. Grenades turn moths into so much colorful fuzz and greasy smears and broken twitching legs. The porcelain face of the witch shatters, as silent as if it were coming apart of its own accord, the swathes and the gathers of the dress exploding into taffeta tatters; a delicate ceramic arm crashes down on the corpses of a score of moths, grinding them into the carpet.
Everything is still. It's so quiet. The only light is the beams of their flashlights, Haru's at this point tangled in bowstring and tied to his waist to shine forth from his hip, swinging across the scene.
"Why isn't -" Haru begins, lining up another shot.
A smaller doll, this one fast and willing to look fast, beribboned pigtails streaming behind her, bursts out of the ruins of the first doll. She lances through the air towards the outstretched arm positioning Haru's bow and she doesn't rip it out of his hand, because his whole arm comes with it, up to the shoulder, and is obliterated in her lightning-swift crushing grip, and then she wheels toward Yutaka.
"...the witch had—other witches. I mean, other dolls. We killed the big doll, a different doll appeared, and it was so fast we couldn't react, and it—took your arm and destroyed your gem with it." His breath hitches several times while saying that as he replays the memory.
His stomach is really, really hurting right now.
He does. He does want.
And he's... not even that hungry, it turns out, because he didn't actually throw up on this timeline. But his stomach still hurts for some reason. He'll ignore that.
"...I kind of want a shower but I don't want to let go of you so, um, do you mind if we're—not totally fresh to go to bed...? After we eat I suppose."
Okay maybe his horniness is just broken because despite the fact that he's still kind of fucked up that is making him really horny. Or maybe because of it...? He's feeling kind of desperate for Haru right now and he wants Haru to himself and no one else and he wants to never ever lose Haru and that's kind of cashing out to needing Haru physically to an extent he did not know he could possibly need someone.
Well he kept talking about his hands, didn't he, so while he's kissing Haru he's gonna reproduce their little phone call and start touching Haru all over. He can be a lot more patient with it when his hands are actually on the real Haru rather than just when he's jerking off by himself. He wants to play with Haru's body, his chest, he wants to—okay, he can't be patient enough not to immediately wrap a hand around Haru's cock but he can use just one hand for that.
It has not been forgotten, though Yutaka might need to be reminded to actually stop the water from overflowing when it gets there if he keeps getting distracted at the same rate he's currently doing so.
Speaking of, unless Haru has an objection, he is going to keep recreating their phone fantasy and position Haru so that he's behind Haru with his legs wrapped around Haru's waist so that he has better access to Haru's skin and can kiss Haru's neck more thoroughly.
The best kind of selfishness is when everyone's being selfish and getting everything they want anyway. Yutaka wants to hear Haru moan, and in order to do so he is going to keep kissing Haru's neck and jerking him off. He also wants to rub his cock against Haru, anywhere, he's feeling like a thirteen-year-old with his first partner the way he just wants to touch and be touched. He thinks they might not get to anal tonight (unless Haru is feeling very inspired) but he is a modern gay and is perfectly happy with non-penetrative sex. If they're getting off together it's sex, and by God he's getting off right now.
It's mutual. Haru is not thirteen but he is with his first partner and this isn't going to last that long and he finishes with his hands clutching at Yutaka's knees because they happen to be there to grab without twisting anything. Yutaka will get lots of moaning to listen to up to and during that moment though.
Oh that was so hot. Yutaka's already pretty close but not so close that he can cum hands-free, but since he doesn't want to overstimulate Haru he can use the same hand he was using to masturbate Haru to finish himself off. The fact that it's got some of Haru's cum on it makes it take only a few seconds before he's coming on Haru's back, too. "Fuck," he breathes. "Fuck that was the best orgasm of my life."
Yutaka doesn't know how Haru feels about it, which is why he stopped touching Haru's dick, but he personally loves the overstimulation, loves the way it actually hurts a little bit to have his dick touched right after he's just come and it's still so sensitive, so he's pressing himself against Haru while they kiss and twitching a bit while he does. "Haru, my Haru, you're going to have to be the one to tell me to stop because I still have so much stuff I want to do to you and all this magical boy stamina to do it with."
Akira isn't the only one who's great at blowjobs, they both learned how to do it with each other and had a lot of practice, so Yutaka might be ruining Haru for other men a little bit with how good he is at sucking dick. He feels like that's just according to plan because Haru should need him, should want him in particular, should be his and no one else's.
Yutaka never knew he could feel like that about anyone, it's so completely antithetical to everything he's done in his life, but it feels so good. It feels so good to feel so possessive, to want this much, to want one and only one person this much. He thinks this might be what being in love is like. He's in love with Haru, and he doesn't know why, and he doesn't care, he wants to keep Haru forever and he'll do whatever it takes to do that. He will fight God in Heaven if he needs to.
(They should eat soon. His stomach hurts.)
But thankfully he doesn't need to. He can just have this. Have him. Have Haru.
He doesn't know what he did to deserve this, but he will need to pay it back a thousandfold. He needs to thank the gods and the Buddha and his ancestors and Kyūbey for giving him this. He was incomplete before and he didn't know, but now he knows and now he isn't, anymore.
After they've bathed and then showered and Yutaka's dried Haru's hair he suggests that they just get something easy to eat for dinner, something that just needs an Air Fryer or a microwave or a rice cooker or something. "I know we've been having dinner out almost every night, but..."
"Iiiiit, I mean, when you say it about—a person, it's—like—romantic—you know? It's—not—I mean—quite as strong as in English when people say—uh—you know—but—married couples say that to each other too, so—" He is being SUCH an insecure dumb mess but he really really really needs to be extremely certain that Haru isn't saying something he doesn't mean because it would be the WORST.
"Oh. Right." He sits back down next to Haru and leans his head against Haru's shoulder. "I've been feeling kind of—nauseous—for a while now. I think it's just—the stress? Of, um, being a magical boy, and saving Tokyo? Plus being, um, anxious about, um, you know. So I'm not sure I'm—hurt per se."
"Well, if you have a stress ulcer then it might just come back but I can probably fix it for the immediate term, at least?" Haru transforms and waves a hand at Yutaka's midsection. "...did that do anything, it didn't really feel like I was doing anything but maybe I'm hyper-efficient at stomach bugs because that's more like malaria than fixing injuries is."
Yutaka's fridge, freezer, and pantry are all stocked with foods of various degrees of easy to microwave, because Yutaka doesn't like wasting time with food. He didn't pick most of it, he has people who make sure his kitchen is always well-stocked, and also one person who makes him meals occasionally, so he also has some leftovers of some dinner he never ate because he's been spending all his dinners out with Haru.
Haru talks, when he sleeps. He hadn't known that prior to the first time he offered to sleep over at Yutaka's, and Yutaka felt a little bit smug about being the one to tell him. He's the only one who got to see Haru like this.
So now they're here, and Haru fell asleep first, and Yutaka can hear Haru breathe and occasionally say nonsensical things while he stares at the ceiling and realises slowly that he does know why he still feels upset. He does know why he's been feeling nauseous and stressed out. He does know why liking Haru has hurt so much, why it hasn't been just happiness and wanting what he can't have and butterflies.
He's in love with Haru. But Haru shouldn't be in love with him. Haru shouldn't like him. Haru wouldn't like him, if he knew everything.
He's in love with Haru, and he needs Haru. He can't ever, ever tell Haru any of this, because if he does, he will lose Haru, and he will lose himself at the same time.
He's in love with Haru, and if he's going to lose himself, that needs to wait until at least two weeks from now. It needs to wait until they've saved Tokyo. He can't, can't, he thinks he won't be able to keep going without Haru. Eventually, sure, he doesn't think he's going to die if he loses Haru or anything, but it will, will, it will damage his effectiveness. He needs to save Tokyo. They need to save Tokyo.
He's gonna counterfeit money, so why not counterfeit this, too? Just for a while? For Tokyo?
It's fine for him to be a little bit selfish for a little bit longer, right?