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If fuuta was being honest, he had no idea or clue on how he would befriend the other prisoners. The whole time he was in milgram he told himself he could not trust anyone in this hell but he was on a mission that he is determined to accomplish. Because he’s not a loser, he won’t give up even if his pride and self respect are on the line.!
Es was very confused. Why would fuuta ask for pen and a notebook? Also before leaving say he was going to come back!? Just what did he mean…
“What..?”
“I just need a notebook and a pen are you deaf or something!?” Fuuta was getting very annoyed. This was he’s second time repeating that he need a pen and notebook but Es was just not getting it.The more he repeated it the more embarrassed he felt, his ego was crying in pain but he had to put the aside.
“Why would you need a notebook and pen?” Es asked.
“Because…” fuuta started “…I want to do something nice for the other prisoners..” he said looking elsewhere but in the eyes of Es.
Had hell and heaven fallen? Because why the hell is fuuta trying to be nice??? Fuuta was very loud about his dislike of the other prisoners and Es. Did he have a change of heart or something otherwise what the hell is going on with fuuta??
“Are you going to give me the things or are you just wasting my time?”
“Uhm..I will get them to your cell later today”
“Ugh finally uh thanks I guess…” Fuuta quick turned his heel and speeded walk out. Going straight for his cell. If you looked closely to his face you could see there was a bit of redness and also on his ears. To say he was embarrassed was an understatement he was humiliated. He just wanted to slam his head into a wall or his cell bars.
Later that day Es had dropped off his stuff. Fuuta quick took out the pen and a piece of paper starting to plan out his beautiful plan.
“UGH! Why is this so difficult!!” Fuuta was getting frustrated and was stressing. Just why was it so hard to think of something nice to do?? He had started pulling out his hair in frustration. He was so focused on his frustration and plan he did not even hear the sound of his cell doors opening until it was to late…
“U-uhm fu-uta are you okay..?”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH”
“Oh! Uhm…haruka what the fuck are you doing here.?” Gosh fuuta pull yourself together!!
“You d-didnt come down for dinner so uh I brought the dinner for y-you. You look really stressed..”
“What are we’re eating?” Fuuta didn’t even bother looking up at haruka being so focused on his planning to.
“H-hamburger steak with uhm vegetables and a little cup of pudding” haruka nervously started listening out the foods on the tray.
Fuuta was not that hungry so he decided to just put the tray out of haruka hand and asked
“Haruka you like this right?”
“Oh yes I do!!” Haruka happily nodded his head and fuuta swore he saw haruka eyes light up.
“Here you can have the rest, you’re going to skinny soon you will just be sticks and bones.” Fuuta said putting the tray into haruka hands and just keeping the pudding
“Ah thank you fuuta!” Haruka said with a little smile. Fuuta was mentally yelling inside he did it!!! He was nice to one person!!! One point for fuuta! ————————————————————————
This whole situation is stupid but why…do I feel a bit of happiness seeing haruka smile ugh this is annoying. To be honest I felt a little bad watching haruka eating standing up so..
“Haruka here. Sit here.” Fuuta said clearing his bed so haruka could sit down instead of standing in the of fuutas cell.
“Oh! Thank you fuuta!!” Haruka happily hoped to fuutas bed. If he had a tail fuuta knows it would be swaying back and forth happily.
“Mm…”
I’m going to take a break…I have been working on this for a few hours I’m sick and tired I could really use a nap. Haruka and fuuta were peacefully eating their food and comforting silence. Fuuta really liked this but he never say that loud to anyone else but himself. It had taken a few minutes for haruka to finish fuutas food. Fuuta made a mental note to himself.
give the food you don’t eat to haruka
Something fuuta and haruka didn’t know was someone was listening to there whole conversation, a certain male with gray eyes and brown hair with white tips in the end
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1 down 9 more prisoners to go.