[It's an afternoon of change for Yata, too. He's been with Homra for a large portion of the morning. After hanging out under the pretense of patrols but they're really just bullshitting, then checking out a new shop that opened up nearby Bar Homra and being chased out of it, he's hanging out at his favorite park. Someone more sentimental would admire the sakura petals falling but Yata just picks them off his shoulders as they land.
He misses the ones in his hair and on his beanie.
Someone more observant and whimsical would realize the seasons are changing. They say spring is the time of rebirth, but autumn is the season of promise. Of change.
Things are finally changing for the better when it comes to Yata. Things are good how they are, and he's tired of change. He's finally in a place where he wants to be.
Where he belongs.]
GUAA──AH!?
[There is one thing about Yata that hasn't changed. How bad he is dealing with girls. Or maybe he's gotten worse at it.
Girls suddenly giggling in his ear and covering his eyes would startle anyone, but with the new Homra member he nearly leaps out of his skin. His skateboard clatters to the ground and he ducks away from the hands, jumping around and looking defensive.
Once he recognizes a friend he's had since childhood, Zelda, his tense posture relaxes but his blush doesn't fade.]
Can't ya greet someone like a normal person!? I'm gonna have a heart attack one of these days... [Rhetorical. He's busy looking over her school uniform -- from her loafers to her skirt (his blush darkens) and up to her blouse. Definitely avoiding looking at her chest.
Maybe it's because he's been hanging around with the guys all day but,]
SLAMS INTO
He misses the ones in his hair and on his beanie.
Someone more observant and whimsical would realize the seasons are changing. They say spring is the time of rebirth, but autumn is the season of promise. Of change.
Things are finally changing for the better when it comes to Yata. Things are good how they are, and he's tired of change. He's finally in a place where he wants to be.
Where he belongs.]
GUAA──AH!?
[There is one thing about Yata that hasn't changed. How bad he is dealing with girls. Or maybe he's gotten worse at it.
Girls suddenly giggling in his ear and covering his eyes would startle anyone, but with the new Homra member he nearly leaps out of his skin. His skateboard clatters to the ground and he ducks away from the hands, jumping around and looking defensive.
Once he recognizes a friend he's had since childhood, Zelda, his tense posture relaxes but his blush doesn't fade.]
Can't ya greet someone like a normal person!? I'm gonna have a heart attack one of these days... [Rhetorical. He's busy looking over her school uniform -- from her loafers to her skirt (his blush darkens) and up to her blouse. Definitely avoiding looking at her chest.
Maybe it's because he's been hanging around with the guys all day but,]
... I-is your skirt shorter than usual?