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[swordsitter]

Who: swordhaus + cr
When: throughout april
Where: the three apartments swordhaus uses..
What: april catch-all
Rating/Warning: probably nothing, but i'll edit as necessary.

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[ sword mafia at home. ]

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[spes_phthisica]

[Souji nods at the description, glad that Haru really does seem to understand. In a strange way, it almost feels like an honor to hear him talk about this in such clear tones, laying it down with the certainty of those who can see the invisible edges of the world. He can't help thinking of Hajime, and somehow this feels just like home.]

Some people are are just born a certain way too, right? [He closes his hands in front of him on the table, and then reaches over and decisively pushes the bottle away from him. Haru is right. It's about making choices, isn't it?] But I... I don't want to be a person who hurts people I care about. If that means I have to be a person who hurts others for their sake, that's the better alternative.

[He turns around a bit to watch Haru start to prepare the chocolate, sagging a bit where he sits.] I wondered a bit if it would make it easier to sleep too. [He's slept on his own these nights, completely unasked, but he doesn't want to push his own problems on either of his swords, for two very different reasons. But it's making it harder to sleep, too.] But you're right. Mostly I just wanted it to make me feel... different, maybe.

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[ he rubs the back of his neck, ruffling up the short hairs that don't quite stay in his ponytail. honestly, he feels.. a little embarrassed, sometimes, when he stops to think about it. giving advice to one of the shinsengumi.. but souji's a person like anyone else, and he's sick, and he's lonely, and he misses his loved ones just like they all do. ]

Sometimes.. [ he trails off, staring very hard at his pot. ] Sometimes, we hurt one another whether we want to or not. I think that's just part of being people. [ like recently, with what dotanuki had said, and the way haru had raised his voice at him in turn. he still needs to apologize about it. ] But as for Souji-san.. I think you're good at protecting people. You took the things that make you an oni, and you use them to care for your loved ones in the best way you can. That's admirable. You could've easily made a different choice. .. An easier choice in some ways, probably.

[ one hand still stirring the pot, he goes up on his toes on his step, reaching up in one of the top cabinets for the marshmallows, then setting them on the countertop beside himself. ]

Mnngh. Alcohol makes you sleep, but not deeply or well. [ for someone who hates it so much, haru knows a lot about it. but then, he'd learned to be observant.

he hesitates, then glances back at souji again, the tops of his ears a little red. ] .. You don't need to be different. You're-- We love you the way you are. [ he glances back to his stove immediately. ] You can talk to me about-- about the things that're bothering you, you know? I know that it must be hard.. seeing someone you know here, but he's not the same. Seeing.. other versions of yourself. Handling Kashuu-kun and Yamato-kun.

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[Souji ducks his head then, still smiling, but he also shakes his head a bit as if he just can't accept Haru's kind words.]

I'm not sure it's admirable at all. I was just... scared of being hated, scared of being lonely. And then someone told me what I needed to do so that he'd always need me, and... well, that's what I've been trying to do.

[That certainly doesn't sound very healthy, it's true, but Souji conveniently forgets how much he enjoys helping and protecting others. In a way, he still sees that as a kind of selfishness too.]

I guess... that's the problem, isn't it? The people that usually need me aren't here. [And they don't even really need him back home now, do they? He's only causing them pain by living now.] I think I need to feel like I'm important to people, but now there's someone here with the same name as the first person to ever make me feel needed... but he doesn't. And now there's more than one me, which-

[He falls silent then, embarrassed, but the meaning is all too clear. It makes him feel utterly superfluous.]