i believe every day's a good day when you paint

[acherontiastyx]

[...so, shortly after breakfast, there's a note posted to the refrigerator door (and well, shoved under Elda's door, all things considered) in handwriting that's come to be really easily recognizable in its jankiness.]

YO. WE HAVE PAINTS. WE HAVE SPRAY PAINT. WE ARE ALLOWED TO DO WHATEVER WE WANT TO THE WALLS AS LONG AS WE DON'T BREAK THEM.

LET'S MAKE THE ACADEMY'S WALLS OUR CANVAS.

BE IN THE ART STUDIO AT 6:00.

[At the appointed time, when those interested walk into the art studio, they'll see that holy shit, Guzma got a lot of paints out of the storage room and put them all over the tables. There's a lot of stuff there, ready for everyone to grab and spread out all over the academy and paint all over everything.]

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[feistytrader]

Why do you think that?

[It's better to hear Watanuki's thoughts on it before laying out his thoughts.]

[foundfate]

Because if I tell her, she might say yes. And then if she dies...

[He doesn't know if he could handle that. The thought of losing her now, when it's just a crush, is already bad.]

Or what if it went the other way? What if I told her, she said yes, and then I died?

[feistytrader]

...I don't know.

[Should he say something? Maybe he should just say something.]

Gold tried kissing me. He said he wanted to try something out. I stopped him and told him to save it. We could figure it out when we got out. I was nervous and scared, and I didn't want to act on that. I didn't want him to act on that either.

If he were here now, I still wouldn't have an answer for him, but I still regret it anyway. [...] I don't know if it will be better or worse, but don't you owe yourself a chance?

[foundfate]

...No.

[Get ready for an unfortunate truth about Watanuki: even if it's a subconscious thing and a result of stuff beyond his control, nobody hates him as much as he hates himself.]

No, it's still better this way. I...I can't do that to her. I'm not kidding when I say I have nothing to offer her. I live alone in a small apartment, I work a dangerous job, and I have no real plans for the future. She's a good person, and she deserves someone who's going to do right by her. Someone who can actually be in her life, not leave her as soon as we're gone from here.

What I feel now, it won't matter in a year. So it's not worth getting worked up over.

[feistytrader]

[...You know what?

That's enough to get Silver to backhand him. It's not rough, but it's got enough force to get the point across; he's not going to actually punch him, either, on account of him being kind of a wimp. But rather than explain himself, he's going to start spray painting words on the wall:

Watanuki's a dumbass that doesn't realize that people care about him and aren't going to just disappear from his life when we get out of here.]

[foundfate]

[Two things:

1: He absolutely deserved that, and though he looks shocked about it he's not going to argue about it.

2: If that's how they're going to talk, then two can play at that game.]

If Watanuki is really 117, then everyone he knows is going to die anyway and he will be alone again.

[Notably, in his anger, the kanji for 'death' was replaced with 'four' and the kanji for 'alone' was replaced with 'one.' The same kanji used in his last name.]

[feistytrader]

[Well, this is one way to deface the entire damn building.]

WE COULD ALL BE DEAD IN A WEEK OR LESS

SOME OF US MIGHT ALREADY BE DEAD

A SIXTH OF THE PEOPLE HERE ARE AT LEAST TWICE AS OLD AS YOU

THE FACT THAT WE MIGHT DIE BEFORE YOU DOESN'T MEAN THAT WE WON'T CARE ANY LESS FOR HOWEVER LONG WE LIVE

WHO GIVES A SHIT, JUST LIVE IN THE PRESENT

[foundfate]

[He can't come up with a logical argument for anything Silver has written, so he's just going to write NO over and over again, his penmanship quickly getting worse and worse.]

[feistytrader]

[Silver tries scribbling over the aggressive no for a while, but eventually gives up as his handwriting gets more erratic and just pulls Watanuki into a hug instead.]

Hey. Stop. Stop.

[introspects]

[ hello watanuki, have a wild orihime coming in and grabbing your hand that's busy spray painting NO over and over again.

she's also giving you a Look.

and then, without letting go of his hand, she writes with her own spraycan: ]

WATANUKI-KUN IS A GOOD PERSON AND LOTS OF PEOPLE HERE WILL CARE ABOUT HIM NO MATTER HOW OLD HE IS!

[oyashiromama]

[Orihime isn't the only one. A hand lands on his arm, and a blue spraycan starts writing:]

KIMIHIRO WATANUKI CARES ABOUT SO MANY PEOPLE. WITHOUT HIM, IT IS SURE THAT WE WOULD BE WORSE OFF. AS LONG AS WE ARE ALIVE, WE WILL MAKE SURE HE IS NEVER ALONE.

[foundfate]

[Being grabbed by three people at once is definitely a way to get him to stop. The can of spray paint he had been holding onto drops to the ground, rolling away down the hall. For a half-a-second he starts to fight being so aggressively stopped like that, but then he sees the words going up on the wall and it's like all the energy to fight has just left him.

He doesn't deserve this. Everyone's too good for him, he really doesn't deserve any of this.

But they're still here, despite everything.

Unless Silver keeps holding him up, Watanuki's legs will give out under him and he will just sink so this knees. He's not crying, but he is squeezing his eyes shut and biting down on his lip to keep from doing so. And even then, tears are starting to form at the corners of his eyes.]

[feistytrader]

[...Well, if Watanuki's legs are giving out, there's only one logical response he can have, and that's to, uh.

Carry him. Bridal style. Sorry, Watanuki.]

Hey, it's okay.

[Arceus, and he thought he had self-worth issues.]

[matchbreaker]

[ ... Okay So like Elda isn't nearly as nice as Orihime or Hanyuu. She walks in on this scene with her purple spray paint, shakes it, and then walks away and then comes back with a Sharpie in hand. And while everyone is hug piling him and therefore restraining him (and even more so when Silver picks him up) she's going to leap up and messily write: ]

loved

[ On his forehead.

In sharpie. ]

Also I'm going to outlive you ten times over.

[introspects]

[ you know, seeing elda do that gives her an idea.

orihime's going to quietly take the sharpie, sorry elda, and then go ahead and write on elda's forehead the same thing: ]

loved

[ and then on hanyuu and silver's, too.

they are all loved here. orihime loves them, even if they may or may not be able to love themselves. ]

[feistytrader]

[...Hey, wait, that doesn't belong on his...]

...Someone write it on Orihime, too.

[He's looking pointedly at Watanuki.]

[oyashiromama]

[!!! Blu-blush...!]

O-Orihime...!

[matchbreaker]

[ Um.

Elda is not expecting that so much that for a long moment she doesn't know how to react. However, just as quickly as she realizes what just happened, she's going to try and punch Orihime (not full force, of course!) in the stomach.

Unless like... Stopped... Sorry about that.

If it's any consolation, her cheeks are really, really flushed ]

[oyashiromama]

[NAW FAM Hanyuu grabs Elda's arm swiftly to stop her.]

[matchbreaker]

She wrote on my face-! This isn't coming off-!

[ Still... blushing... furiously...

Though Hanyuu will know this isn't near all of Elda's strength she's flailing against her with ]

[oyashiromama]

[...oh, Elda.]

Yes, it isn't. It's a permanent mark, for the next few days at least. And...it's necessary, for all of us.

[She'll smile, truly smile, at Orihime. It's okay, she's got this.]

[introspects]

A-Ahaha! If you scrub hard enough it might, but like Hanyuu said, it'll only be there for a little while, okay?

[ elda you huge tsundere. thank you hanyuu ]

[matchbreaker]

None of you guys even love me...

[ That's too strong of word... she mutters this more to herself, even if her arm falls to the side.

... Also someone give Watanuki the damn sharpie so he can write on the girl ]

[introspects]

[ amongst all the smiles (and some coughing on her part)

she is terrified, looking at elda's face

she dun fucked up oh shit ]

[foundfate]

[This is so ridiculous he can't even.

He is still not okay in the very least, but. Maybe this will be slightly better.

He holds out his hand, waiting for someone to hand him the sharpie.]