Stuff some people didn't know //English//

He kept shaking his head. "I don't.. wanna hurt you anymore. I.. I promised you I'd - never walk out and.. and I did."

"Because of me. Minato... It's.... It's only gone downhill for me this last month. I... I can't keep it together." she bit her lip. "I... I miss you."

"No - no, it's.. I can't.. I haven't slept," he finally admitted. "I can't. Can't do anything.. You're not - you shouldn't be stuck with me, I'll fuck up again."

"Minato... When will you ever stop thinking so little of yourself?" she asked, looking him straight into the eyes.

"I... dunno." He stared at the floor between her (perfect) feet.

She sighed, before hugging him close once more. "'Nato... I'm certain you won't hurt me. You never really did. It was my own damn fault, all of it, 'ttebane."

He shook his head stubbornly, even as his arms automatically slipped around her to hold her close. "I - I hurt you. I was - I never really understood. I wasn't.. I dunno."

"I... I guess we both were ignorant. Didn't really listen. But... But ya learn from your mistakes, right, 'ttebane? We... We could try again..." she said in a soft, slightly vulnerable voice, very much unlike her.

His heart was pounding. It seemed impossible - that she even wanted to talk to him, and now... "Come on.. Let's get out of here," he said, swallowing as his mouth went dry. "I don't want any more people listening in."

A small swallow and nod. "Y-yeah... Your room?"

"S-sure," his voice cracked a little. "Iah. Don't have a roommate anymore. Madara was - well, apparently he had some work to do for his family, so - yeah." He stopped rambling. He basically just told her to come back to his and fuck, didn't he? Did he even want that? "Just - just to talk, y'know."

A small nod, again. "... Yeah. Talk."

"Uhm. Okay. Let's.. let's go, then." After some fumbling about with this hands, he finally just stuck them in his pockets and shuffled a little in the direction of his room, looking back at her to see if she was coming with him.

Of course, she was, although she was twirling a lock of her hair around a finger. He'd probably recognize that gesture. She only did that when she was nervous.

Yeah. He did. In between wiping his hands on his pocket lining because they were sweating so badly. He was going to mess this up, he was sure of it.. He didn't even know what to say to her.

Before long, after an awkwardly silent walk, they were there, and she entered after him.

//1g sovesale//