[AQ] If I lay here, would you lie with me? (Miyu/Yosuke)

[Nakahara Miyu]

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{Spoiler}Falling to pressure
Description: Lately it seems that you’ve been more aware of the pressure put on you as a member of society, as well as the growing responsibilities in your personal/school life. Maybe they’re growing or just the continuing presence of the stress in your life are finally making you want to give up.
+ Try to deal with the pressure on your own with other activities: -2 Guardians, +1 Faberge, +2 Roost
+ Look for X-eggs to channel your frustration towards them and cure them: +2 Guardians, +1 Faberge, +2 Roost
+ Look for X-eggs to channel your frustration towards them and break them: -2 Guardians, -1 Faberge, -2 Roost
+ Encounter an X-egg and fail to do anything about it: +1 Guardians, +2 Faberge, -2 Roost
+ Talk to a friend about it, maybe they’re feeling the same: +3 Guardians, +1 Faberge
+ Ignore it and keep going, it’s inevitable: +3 Faberge, -1 Roost
+ Fall deeper into the pressure: +1 Guardians, +2 Faberge, -2 Roost
+ Requirements: Tag for X-mod if encountering
+ Submitted by Catrifer

“Work harder, practice more!” “That’s wrong! Do it again!” “One more time!”


Ever since Miyu got into her first year of highschool she knew things would only get harder from there, but she never expected things to become like this. Not only did she have her continuous pressure from dancing as she became older, but now she had her studies on the line… her ‘future’. Along with these stressful scenarios, another came into the mix with her tiny guardian character Donna, as well as the threat of X-eggs she only found out about recently. Her character changes weren’t helping as well, as she felt like there was no control over them. ‘People must think I’m awful’ she would think to herself often after chara changing since the reactions weren’t always great.


This is all too much.


On the outside, everything seemed fine to others though- Miyu tried her hardest to look that way. She didn’t want to worry anyone, let alone her friends who she only wanted to be happy. There was no way around it, she had to deal with this alone. But with recent events, she just couldn’t take it anymore. Even though dance was bringing her stress, it was only when she was at her ballet practice. The dance club was a small escape for the young dancer in these days as she used it in days without practice, such as this day. All prepared to dance, Miyu stepped closer to the big mirror, step by step with a calm grace of a ballerina and placed both her hands on the wooden bar looking at herself. Donna was in her egg since her holder told her that she wanted to practice on her own to relieve stress, the tiny guardian was worried but she didn’t want her presence to bother miyu… since it seemed that her chara changes were also burning her out, so she did as she was told. Because she was alone she could let herself with her true feelings- she looked tired… she wasn’t sad, she just felt like there was no strength in her.


Taking a deep breath, she let her hands slide off the bar- it was like she had no energy left to try for today. With slow and heavy steps, she turned her back to the mirror and made her way to the middle of the room, she wanted to try at least. With her mind elsewhere, she started dancing but soon enough, after staying in points, she felt a sharp pain and fell to the ground. There it was.. Her feet had injuries once again, blisters and cuts from forcing them on the ballet shoes. Taking off her shoes she looked at them, the horrible scars from back then and the recent ones that were now forming small drops of blood that weren’t even enough to slide down her foot. It hurt.. She sighed and lied down on the floor, this floor where she had danced so many times- so many happy times. Today wasn’t a happy day though. Her feet hurt, her heart felt heavy and her head tangled from so many thoughts. Her soul was screaming, but her body was laying there… motionless and her eyes focused on the ceiling, her tired and almost empty eyes.

[amano, yosuke]

As of late this school was a mess. He was a mess, his mind was in shambles as it was continuously picked at as the days pasted. He was confused and frustrated with everyone including himself. His feelings were twisted and in knots as he struggled to make sense of...well anything these days. There were people who encouraged his decisions, egging him on to continue and others that would harass and scold him for what he'd done. Or the crude words that came out of his mouth. He couldn't understand it. If he was to be honest, he didn't quite understand them himself. Though he was very fair from being anything close to honest. He hadn't been this bitter and guarded, his mother reminded him on a daily basis. She missed the child he'd been and certainly not the one he'd suddenly become. The only scolding him at this point for it though was his father...his mother had seemed to give up, throwing the third year for yet another loop.

Why did she give up so easily? It had been years since he'd heard his mother raise her voice instead of just smiling at him. It only frustrated him further, pushing his emotions further into a storm of mixed up signals and Courage was the one who suffered. For someone's would be self he was treated rather poorly, though he'd been spared the bitter words in exchange for being ignored all together once again. It was quite similar to when he'd first hatched, the third year couldn't even look at him.

With his mind in such a poor state he could barely focus through classes, staring down at his notes as they refused to write themselves and the sheets of paper remained blank as the day passed. Not a word escaped his pen and made it to the paper, he simply couldn't find it in him to pay any attention to what was going on around him. If it hadn't been for the bell he might've perhaps been stuck in his seat until someone told him he had to leave. He peeled himself out of his seat, finally leaving the class with a dazed look on his face as Courage followed behind him. He was concerned, he'd known Yosuke for his temper and lack of patience but today he seemed lackluster in comparison.

He moved through the halls at a slow pace, his hands in his pockets, left to his own thoughts as they ran through his mind in patterns. They came and went, just muddling things further as he struggled to think clearly. He passed room by room, hardly paying attention at the students that passed him. The passing glances and glares as he moved aimlessly through the school. He paused for a moment, a blur of motion passing the corner of his eye. He turned his head to peek into the room, watching the girl inside as she moved gracefully...like a dancer he knew. It was vaguely similar, as he simply couldn't it imagine it as a student at the school. Not right now again. But her movements weren't bad, he'd waited until she was done before opening the door and walking inside.

Go figure.

He walked over to the first year as she lay on the floor, spread out in exhaustion. She seemed terribly worn, like she'd been pointlessly pushing herself. He glanced around the room before looking back to her as he gave her a once over, his eyes hovered at her shoes and back to Miyu once more. He was fairly tired himself, unable to find it in himself to really say much or bark much of an insult he sat down next to her. His arms crossed over his knees, he stared forward as he simply sat there silently letting out a deep breath.

This school sucked.