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[halfmoon]

Who: Makoto Yuuki & others [closed]
*** This is for pre-plotted threads, but anyone is welcome to contact me if they would like a thread with Makoto! lazdo
When: August 15 (Full Moon)
Where: Around the city
What: Makoto's first full moon brings with it some uncomfortable changes.
Warnings: suggestive sexual themes in threads with Fuuka and Iramaat, NSFW in thread with Eren

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[hoboagogo]

Makoto's words don't make sense at first. Not when Shinjiro is already so keyed up, so deadset fixated on resolving this here and now. Not with his blood rushing in his ears, adrenaline burning inside him, feeling that instinctual urge to lash and fight until he's triumphant in this, his point made, Makoto backing down. The chairman's name is brought up, and Shinjiro is ready to completely tune out whatever the other teen wanted to bring him up for. They were talking about Akihiko here, over their past and his future, and whether or not it was cruel to tell him about a fate he was powerless to change--

"What are you--" But he cuts off as the words start catching up belatedly, only making sense well after they're spoken. And were he in a more stable mindset, maybe he'd be willing to actually step back and process what it all means. Exactly how much had changed after his death, what everyone had gone through.

But he had died. Everything that Makoto is telling him is from a future he has no part of. Finally, he shakes his head. He can't focus on all this right now- is this about Makoto's baggage? About his hangups over death?

A growl, and Shinjiro finally stalks closer- and if the other man were wearing a shirt, maybe he would have hauled him up by the collar, gotten in his face even more- as is, he just unconsciously uses his height to loom, close enough that he's sure Makoto could feel his breath.

"Yeah? Good for you. You think telling me is gonna change anything? Or change my mind?" A snort, and he glares down at the other teen, lip once again curling in a snarl. Its as though whatever Makoto had decided to unload had been immediately cast away, Shinjiro not able to even pause for a moment to actualize the weight of it. Any other day, and this would be the start of a long, deep conversation- questions and disbelief and needing an account to understand just what they'd actually been doing all that time, if not managing to tackle the Dark Hour itself. But clearly that's not on the agenda today.

"How 'bout you just step off and let me handle my own shit."

[halfmoon]

It wasn't hard to predict that Shinjiro would react like this. "Step off, let me take care of my own shit" - same thing, different day. Agitated as he is, he stands firm, meeting his glare with equal anger. He feels no remorse for telling him like this - at least, not at the moment - and no persuasion from his insistence that it's all pointless.

Scoffing, he finally looks away, only to walk around Shinjiro to head back to the stairs. There's no point in saying anything else right now. He feels like shit, Shinjiro likely feels like shit even if he keeps it to himself, and they're both pissed. And Makoto is aware, deep down, that he'll get off easy if he can end this encounter without getting punched.