❝ 𝗗𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘... 𓏴 ♢
ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 . . . 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣 those who fall for you ❜ ⸝⸝
⊹ . ◌ ༚ ˳ 🕳️⠀﹒⠀ ꙳ .
⌗ ; ▬ ★ ??
WITH THE PERFORMANCE OVER AND MIDORI BEING ONE OF THOSE WHO DIDN'T GET ELIMINATED, SHE COULD SAFELY SAY THAT A LOT OF STRESS HAD LEFT HER SHOULDERS. They were out of I-LAND for a month, a way to relieve some stress and let them take a break from all the recording. Some staff members called it a 'training camp' while Midori called it a holiday and Naito called it hell. In its own way, it was liberating. Being cramped up in a space with the same people every day was tiring, especially when they were all boys. Now, she had her own room, her own bed, her own bathroom and some godforsaken privacy.
Sure, Midori was used to hanging around boys but there was still this part of her that missed hanging out with girls. Especially those friends she had left in London. Those friends who she'd gossip and giggle with, those friends she'd share her crushes with and talk smack about her worst enemies with.
Granted, she could do that with Naito and the rest of the boys, but the effect was not the same.
'Woah,' Naito commented as soon as they walked inside the building. 'It smells like an airport here.'
'Is that good or bad?' Jay asked.
'It. . .' Naito cut himself off. 'It is.'
'What━?'
'Yes.'
'NI-KI,' Midori laughed, bringing the younger boy in for a hug.
Weeks had passed since she last got to fully see him, and somehow his presence created a warmth to spread inside of her; one that rested in the familiarity of him and his personality.
'Did you sleep well?' Ni-ki asked, head on her shoulder.
'I slept like a baby; if the baby got thrown out of the window in the middle of the night,' Midori answered, giving the younger boy a small smile.
'Okay, Ni-ki,' Naito cut in, peeling Ni-ki off Midori like he was glue.
'Stop hogging my sister,' he continued, emphasising the 'my sister' part.
'Why━' Ni-ki whined, Midori only standing awkward beside the two boys, watching them bicker about her.
SHE SAT IN FRONT OF HIM, Jungwon. Mouth sealed shut, not sure how she was supposed to form her words. He seemed to have that effect on her; being able to take her words.
It was awkward to say the least, but they were trying to salvage whatever broken pieces they had left of their friendship. Some days she wondered if it was worth it, to pursue a friendship with a boy who had ripped her heart out of her chest, thrown it onto the ground and stomped on it. Other days, Midori realised that Jungwon was a part of her life now.
Surely he was going to debut, and she too.
It had been hinted at a lot, not only by their scores but by the staff members.
'So. . .' Jungwon trailed off. 'How have you been holding up?'
Forcing a smile to her lips, Midori swallowed the heavy lump in her throat and responded. 'I've been doing all right,' she said. 'You?'
Jungwon nodded, lips pulling into a smile at her smile. 'I've been doing well. It feels good to know that I have a spot in I-LAND.'
'I can imagine,' replied Midori.
Midori wondered, she always did but she couldn't stop herself, for life was full of questions. Sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder if Jungwon only tried to be friends with her to feed the damaged pride that lived inside of him. It was clear that he felt shame for hurting her, and being good friends with her was the second best thing to being forgiven.
'You and Naito-hyung are surely going to debut,' Jungwon spoke up.
'What makes you believe that?'
'It's pretty obvious. . .' he trailed off, leaning his chin rest against the top of his water bottle.
'Thank you━?'
'No worries,' he smiled, dimples showing. 'If anyone deserves it, it's you two.'
'How come?'
'Well. . . you've already been on a survival show and Naito-hyung has been a trainee for long.'
'Oh. . .' she trailed off.
'I hope we debut together.'
Cracking another awkward smile, Midori wasn't sure how she was supposed to respond, but managed to do so nonetheless.
'Likewise, Jungwon, likewise.'
SITTING ON HER BED, Midori turned the page of her book, eyes trailing over the many letters while her other hand was running through brown locks. Ni-ki rested his head against her chest, closed eyes listening to her heartbeat, a calming sound.
The silent night whispered of the stars' secrets in the sky. City lights filled the ground with illuminating light, competing with the calculated gaze of the stars. Cities reflected the stars, a mirroring image leaving the eyes in a delirious state. Eyes had a thing for beauty, and there was beauty in all.
'If you had to choose one person, just one, who would your type be?' Ni-ki asked, eyes still closed.
'We've already talked about this,' Midori responded.
'Well. . . yes but. . .'
'Dylan O'Brien,' Midori answered, turning yet another page.
Ni-ki snorted. 'He has to be east Asian.'
'Ken Kaneki,' Midori said, lips twisting into a teasing smile for she knew her answer wouldn't satisfy him.
'Real,' Ni-ki deadpanned and opened his eyes.
'Hwang Hyunjin,' she said, eyes locking with Ni-ki's.
'People told me I look like him. . .'
'And I don't want to go to jail,' she said.
'I'm not a child!'
'Ni-ki. . . you're ten.'
'I'm fourteen,' Ni-ki frowned.
'Exactly, ten.'
Rolling his eyes, Ni-ki opened his mouth to respond. 'Can I stay with you for the night?'
'In here?'
'Yeah.'
'The bed is small.'
'We can share.'
'You're ten.'
'I'll sleep on the floor.'
'Fine, but stay on the floor!'
'OKAY,' Naito said and patted the empty spot beside him. 'Let's put Ni-ki and Midori on opposite sides.'
'Why?' Midori laughed, hand wrapping itself around Ni-ki's elbow, pulling him closer to her.
'Midori, I thought I was your favourite,' Ta-ki pouted.
And then came the awkward part where Ta-ki was ━ in fact ━ not her favourite. As cute as he was, he had spent most of his time in the Ground and when he finally made his way to I-LAND, he stuck to K like glue; getting to know him was a challenge.
'Uhm━' Midori uttered, glancing at Naito for help.
'You're my favourite, Ta-ki,' Naito chimed in, patting Ta-ki's shoulder twice.
K WAS FEELING CLEVER.
'Looking at the height of the chair, we can assume that the velocity of the wind and the temperature of the table alongside the discriminant of the correlation of the atom with the quantity of the neutrons will leave the chair in a sitting position,' K said, blurting out a jumble of random words.
'That makes no sense, and I hope you know that,' Midori chuckled beside him.
'But I sound smart,' K told her, nudging her side with a teasing smile.
'Hyung!' Naito called out, looking at K. 'She's studying for a natural science degree, she knows what those terms mean.'
K let out a heartwarming laugh. 'I don't.'
'WHO AM I SITTING BESIDE AGAIN?' Midori asked Ni-ki, kneeling down beside him while he fixed the nameplates.
'Me,' he answered.
'That's not true!' Naito cut in. 'She's sitting beside Heeseung-hyung and Sunghoon-hyung.'
Naito pointed a finger towards the table by the other side, as far away from Ni-ki as possible.
'Hyung━' Ni-ki said, voice falling into one of disappointment.
'It's okay,' Midori laughed, ruffling his hair.
THE NIGHT WAS YOUNG.
Walking into K's room, Midori strode over to his bag. He had sent her on a small mission to get his phone for him. Usually, they weren't allowed to have it but it was Sunday and they were technically free and allowed to use it.
Hands finding his bag, she opened it and began digging through it for his phone. Fingers touching every part of it, trying to find that goddamn phone, only to catch hold of something else.
A chain of some sort, resembling a necklace.
She cast curious eyes towards the bottom of the bag. Invading his privacy was not something she had planned on doing, but her curiosity took the best of her.
But it was only when she pulled the necklace out of the bag that her blood ran cold. For that chain was identical to hers, the only difference was the pendant. However, it was not a 'K' as she had expected, instead, it was an 'L'.
The necklace hit the bottom of the bag as soon as she dropped it. With his phone in her hands, Midori closed the bag, put it back into its place and strode out of the room, slamming the door shut after her. Heart beating hard against her ribcage, one word echoing against the walls of her mind.
L
'Here you go,' she said, giving K his phone.
'Thank you,' K nodded, giving her a thankful smile.
Midori was quick to return it before heading over to Naito, mouth close beside his ear, she whispered, 'I need to talk to you.'
There was no questioning her word.
Naito nodded without hesitation, hand taking hold of her wrist, pulling her along with him to an empty room. He closed the door behind him while Midori leaned against the wall, face surprisingly pale, moonlight casting a faint beam onto her.
'What's wrong?' he asked, brows furrowed.
Her hands made their way to his necklace, taking hold of it, fingers finding the pendant. They still hadn't changed, his necklace being hers.
'They're the same. . .' she mumbled to herself, dropping the necklace, watching as it fell back against his neck. 'I found a necklace in K's bag,' she said.
'What letter?' Naito asked, quick to pick up on her thoughts.
'L.'
JIA'S NOTE:
idk if anyone watches or have read my hero academia
but Dabi-