the reverse picture-prompt meme

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The Straight-up REVERSE picture prompt meme!

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[freed]

[ there isn't much that gets one haruka nanase out of his bathtub much less out and about...in the streets. but one of the strays he's been feeding for the past two weeks has up and ceased appearances, so he's made an exception. strangely (or not maybe) it is not that the prodigious swimmer is a bleeding heart so much as he simply gets along better with animals, more naturally.

it never occurred to him not to look for the mottled dog.

that said, it's not the brightest idea.

this quadrant of neo-miyagi's prefecture plays home to a number of street gangs, and that's not accounting for the other neighboring districts. what precisely haru is doing here, so far from the little town of iwatobi is anyone's guess but no one guesses and likely the boy wouldn't answer them if they did. for all his love of water, haru is a cat, incandescently unapologetic with his silences and his readiness to be misunderstood because of them. he lives here, a whisper across water resigned to the shoddy little apartment he always fails to lock. but he doesn't belong. that, he reserves for home.

and home is a place facing the sea of japan to the north; home is a familiar hand prepared to pull him back onto the timeline with the rest of the world; and home is a waiting game.

at least for now.

until it's safe, that's all the others insisted.

absently, he curls his own hand around his opposite wrist but it feels all wrong it's all ---

...

patter patter patter

rain wets its feet all over his head and shoulders and this is just what he didn't need but it's water just the same; haru tilts his head back and lets his eyes rest shut. in another life, he was most certainly the rain or the sea; perhaps a river. in this life, he is a high-school student who breathes air and runs away from home because his friends told him too, because one friend in particular said please and if nothing else in the recent months, haru has learned how to listen a little closer.

please, makoto said, and what he meant was, i need you to, what he meant was i need you safe.

and haru gets that. really he does.

it's how he feels too, after all.

so for now he's alone in a strange tangle of locality still foreign to him, the soft rain now a steady fall but he's still not moving except: haru's mouth parts and the exhale is a heavy creature. it treads away from him slowly. haru can almost see it.

there, there, there.

soon.

words are so small in one's own voice.

soaked and uncaring, he continues through the street but the dog is nowhere. he's halfway back when he turns a corner and finds himself colliding with someone; it's a harsh contact only because haru lives in his own head and so he can be a bit careless.

what he should do to the poor guy is apologize.

what he says instead after getting a look at him is, ]

You're bleeding.

[ no one ever accused him of feeling too much; his expressions are minute and it's easy to read him off as just impassive. anyway it's not the usual stuff present in those sea-locked eyes anyway: not concern, not alarm.

just a steady focus waiting for a response. ]

AS IF I COULD EVER

[uneasily]

[ Clouds hang low in the sky, turning neo-Miyagi, and it's inhabitants, into itself. Few people care to brave the rain slicked streets when it gets like this, grey and cold, a bitter reminder that even when the sun shines, it doesn't necessarily shine on you. They hand the world over to nature, and those willing to step outside the boundaries of their warm houses and happy families. How people can live such small lives, tucked away behind their doors, so sure that their flimsy locks will protect them from what lies beyond, is boggling to Asahi.

The world is too big to believe so surely in such small thoughts.

At least when it rains like this, the world seems more manageable. More compact. Like the distance between the sky and the ground is measurable in body lengths- in jumps- in effort and return. Even if it isn't true, its nice to feel that way. At least some of the time.

Asahi knows better than to wander when he gets like this. He knows there are places he can go- Ukai's back room, where undoubtedly one of the Crows would be, dozing on the beat-up couch they'd dragged in from Suga's house, or cheating at some card game or another, where favors were bet and debts piled up past anyone's counting or care. He could go to Suga's house, with the clean white walls and his mother, who was always glad to not ask too many questions. He could call Nishinoya and feel himself tethered, if not back to Earth then at least to something solid. Something reliable. A voice he could feel in his stomach, like the pleasant burn of sake on a cold night.

Why he decides to wander instead, perhaps only the rain knows.

It drips off rooftops and the tips of Asahi's eyelashes, flows down the street and between his clothing and his skin. Even if he's soaked through, almost to the bone, it feels good. Real. Like the burning in his face. He hadn't meant to wander into another gang's territory; at least, he hadn't thought. As far as he knows, the rain led him there.

He's weighing his options- go home and possibly deal with his mother's disappointed look, or go to Ukai's and probably deal with Daichi's questioning. His feet know where they're going, they just haven't told his mind yet, when he turns the corner and-- ]

Oh-

[ Honestly, the collision is probably more Asahi's fault. He's used to people actively avoiding him, and no one exactly normal walks around in the rain-- let alone, right toward someone who looks like Asahi.

When the other doesn't immediately apologize, or simply hastily run away, Asahi blinks, surprised. ]

Uh- [ Reaching up to- what? Remind himself? Hide the obvious source of the red staining the front of his rain-soaked shirt? ] Yeah. Sorry...

[ Apologetic instinct. Can't even beat it out of him... ]