voice test ☀ kamui shirou

[shinkens]

honestly, he's just awkward and bad at socializing;

[today, sits a small teenage boy, with a bento full of cream croquettes. far, far too many for him to eat.

it's probably sweet that his friends worry about his appetite enough that they make him way more food than he can possibly eat, but seriously. it's too much food. so when someone else approaches the bench he's sitting on, he kind of just... awkwardly reaches out, as if to grab their attention.]

Oh. Well— Uh.

[he didn't think this through, and he's kind of fumbling on his words here. he's never done this before, okay! usually he has someone around who just butts in for his sake or keiichi, who... is rather boisterous about these things.

help.... he needs help.]

if nobody's bleeding, it's not x;

[you probably felt a rumble in the streets of tokyo just a little while ago. an earthquake? it sure seemed to feel like that, but despite a rupture or two in the pavement, it doesn't seem like there's any damage. nobody appears to be hurt, and people are carrying on with their lives, only mildly shaken by what seemed like something that could have really hurt people.

huh.

isn't that strange?

except there does seem to be victim here. a young boy, one who appears to be in high school based on his attire—definitely a uniform, clad in dark slacks and a white button-down shirt. except that the white shirt is covered in blood, pooling at his torso, and he's all scraped up—even his cheek bears a mark that looks too clean a slice to have been from earthquake debris. which there is none of.

either way, he probably needs help because he's letting out a sound and kind of. crumpling to the ground. this is probably an issue.]

it's also not x if kamui isn't crying, tbh;

[over and over, he's been reminded that he has to keep going forward. if he wants to realize his wish, he can't get lost in his own grieving. he said he wouldn't do that. he acknowledged so wholly that tragedies would happen, that bad things would befall others he cared about if he kept pursuing it, and even still, he hasn't given up.

but he's not always cut out for that mentality, especially with all of the horrors he keeps being forced to see. he needs a release every once in a while, and while sitting outside on a brilliantly sunny day, in a park near to the person he was visiting... he's...

crying?

so it seems, with head dipped and wetness on his cheeks, and he's just murmuring to himself:]

This... is my fault, too...

[it's probably not his fault as much as he's blaming himself, but it's fine. maybe someone can snap him out of it.]

wild card;

[make up your own scenario or bully me into making one up, it's fine. i have no idea what i'm doing??? i need help???]

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[inquisitively]

...

[ She knows a dismissal when she hears one. And if this had been the Fuuka of approximately a year ago (even less than that, if she had to be honest), she would have bashfully excused herself and fled to let him be.

But she's not the same person, and after all of her experiences and her strong desire to understand the people around them, to help-- Fuuka shifts from foot to foot for a moment before pressing her lips together and seating herself beside him. ]

I think I would be more troubled if I left you like this... when your smile looks like it hurts. If nothing else, um... perhaps I can be a distraction?

[shinkens]

[oh.

really, by now? kamui should expect this. people always do this to him—even when he tries to push them away, they sit by his side. they worm their way into his heart and try to befriend him. and kamui, try as he might to be colder and more detached...

he's never really succeeded at that. despite the things he does, despite the ways he knows he's capable of hurting others to achieve his goals—he is a kind person with a warm heart. so he can't tell fuuka that her presence isn't wanted, or that she should leave.

though...

he doesn't really acknowledge the status of his smile. it's never not going to be a bit sad and wistful, he thinks. not after the things he's lost. but even still, what he does respond to is the latter half of her statement, which is met with surprise.]

A... distraction?

[he's not opposed, most people just aren't so blunt about it when they're actively trying to distract him.]

[inquisitively]

Or something like one.

[ Fuuka's smile is half-apologetic, all sheepishness. How Minato and Junpei and Yukari had made interaction look so easy, she'll never really know. ]

It would be rude of me to pry any more than this, so I think maybe talking about something else might make you feel better.

[ A pause, as she curls her fingers into her skirt. ]

... I'm sorry, that really does sound presumptuous.

[shinkens]

N-no...! It's not that.

[he doesn't think it's presumptuous at all. honestly, he kind of thinks the same that fuuka does—people like keiichi and sorata make it look so easy to be open and friendly, but now a total stranger is offering him kindness...

and kamui really doesn't even know what to do with it.]

People don't tell me they want to distract me, that's all. They're usually just... loud. [well, sorata's loud, keiichi can break the sound barrier and yuzuriha can be loud, but they're usually the ones trying to actively brighten his day.] It surprised me.

[inquisitively]

... Ah, well, I can promise I won't be loud about it.

[ Fuuka is definitely not a loud person by any definition of the term. ]

[shinkens]

That's probably a better start than I can ask from some people I know.

[his tone betrays his words, though; despite any mild exasperation, there's a faint fondness to it—they're all people he likes a lot, after all.]

[inquisitively]

[ She's no stranger to people who complain about their friends yet are still ultimately fond of them-- Yukari and Junpei come to mind, but Fuuka only smiles and shifts a little to face him properly. ]

Then... my name is Yamagishi Fuuka. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[shinkens]

Ah—

[right! introductions! he almost seems to be a bit flustered at that, despite himself.]

Shirou... Kamui. [he bows his head a bit, and then... almost politely, but not quite (where did those honorifics go, we just don't know):] Nice to meet you... Yamagishi.

[inquisitively]

It's nice to meet you too, Shirou-kun. [ IT'S FINE SHE HAS THE HONORIFICS AT THE READY. ]

... Even if it was a little unexpected, but I think most meetings are.