[Actually, not everyone he mentioned was a friend, and some of them he very much does not get along with... but since he's nearing the end of his time at the resort now, he's willing to let bygones and be bygones and wish them all the best with their love lives!!]
Don't worry about it. [First he addresses Baizhu.] There's nothing wrong with keeping things private. If you want to keep your love life a secret, that's perfectly fine. Not that I mind hearing about other topics, too, of course.
[From his perch, Hiro gives a squawk. Perhaps he's saying "Oi, c'mon Doc, spill the beans." Hiyori throws him a smile—he really will miss that little rascal—before dropping his gaze to Baizhu's shoulders and addressing Changsheng.]
If you like love topics, maybe you can carry out my mission. Finding out what's in Matoba-san's heart! He's about this tall, he's an exorcist, he has dark hair, and his room was on the bottom floor last time I checked. But the person you'll be reporting to is Rokurou-kun, the man he mooches off of! ♪
[He winks.]
Or I could tell you my own love story, but mine's rather uneventful compared to some people's.
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[ He can’t help looking startled when Rokurou is mentioned, because he does guiltily harbor feelings about that man, and judging from Changsheng’s knowing look…
But then Baizhu shakes his head with a laugh, trying to play it off like it’s nothing, especially since Hiyori’s brought up something even more important.
“And that's why I need someone to promise they'll look after him. No matter what happens, I don't want him to do the same thing that other "me" did. I don't want him sacrificing himself.” ]
Oh, I’m not so sure about that. You’re quite the lively young man, after all, and I’m sure Jun appreciates that about you.
[Hm. He caught that look. Baizhu must know Rokurou, but not know he's Matoba's roommate! (Unless they've moved on from each other...? It has been a bit since Hiyori last spoke to Matoba.) Thankfully he won't pry or ask about any potential love triangle.
No, they're on the subject of his love life. Hiyori smiles warmly and agrees,]
True, he loves me lots and lots! ♪
["Loves," in present tense. Even though Jun's gone from the resort, Hiyori doesn't see him as dead. Their souls go back when they become statues: that's what he and Bakugo figured out (or so he thinks). And even when they're both home, and they've forgotten this place entirely or else only remember it as a vague dream, Hiyori is sure they'll still be drawn together. After all...
For him, it was love at first sight.]
So I guess I'll tell that story after all. It all started a few years ago. I was looking to wash my hands of some stuff, and I wanted a fresh start, so I was touring a school I thought I might transfer to. The place looked dreadful, to be honest. They were supposed to be training to be idols, but no one's eyes had any life in them. Until I saw a boy practicing through a window.
The whole school was divided into "special students" and "non-special students." I could tell from his clothes that he wasn't in the special class, so his chance of making it as an idol was absolutely dismal. But there he was, singing his heart out anyway. I thought it was beautiful, so I decided I'd live my life like that boy—and after joining the school after all, I made him my partner.
[He pauses, his gaze far-off and fond, before he clarifies:]
My stage partner, that is. Idols are supposed to be chaste, so we didn't have "that" sort of partnership. It was getting swept off to this place that gave us that push we needed there. I used to resent that. I kept thinking, "I don't want to give this horrible place any credit for my love life." But by now, I've accepted it, just as I accept all the wonderful friends I've made here.
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Don't worry about it. [First he addresses Baizhu.] There's nothing wrong with keeping things private. If you want to keep your love life a secret, that's perfectly fine. Not that I mind hearing about other topics, too, of course.
[From his perch, Hiro gives a squawk. Perhaps he's saying "Oi, c'mon Doc, spill the beans." Hiyori throws him a smile—he really will miss that little rascal—before dropping his gaze to Baizhu's shoulders and addressing Changsheng.]
If you like love topics, maybe you can carry out my mission. Finding out what's in Matoba-san's heart! He's about this tall, he's an exorcist, he has dark hair, and his room was on the bottom floor last time I checked. But the person you'll be reporting to is Rokurou-kun, the man he mooches off of! ♪
[He winks.]
Or I could tell you my own love story, but mine's rather uneventful compared to some people's.
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But then Baizhu shakes his head with a laugh, trying to play it off like it’s nothing, especially since Hiyori’s brought up something even more important.
“And that's why I need someone to promise they'll look after him. No matter what happens, I don't want him to do the same thing that other "me" did. I don't want him sacrificing himself.” ]
Oh, I’m not so sure about that. You’re quite the lively young man, after all, and I’m sure Jun appreciates that about you.
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No, they're on the subject of his love life. Hiyori smiles warmly and agrees,]
True, he loves me lots and lots! ♪
["Loves," in present tense. Even though Jun's gone from the resort, Hiyori doesn't see him as dead. Their souls go back when they become statues: that's what he and Bakugo figured out (or so he thinks). And even when they're both home, and they've forgotten this place entirely or else only remember it as a vague dream, Hiyori is sure they'll still be drawn together. After all...
For him, it was love at first sight.]
So I guess I'll tell that story after all. It all started a few years ago. I was looking to wash my hands of some stuff, and I wanted a fresh start, so I was touring a school I thought I might transfer to. The place looked dreadful, to be honest. They were supposed to be training to be idols, but no one's eyes had any life in them. Until I saw a boy practicing through a window.
The whole school was divided into "special students" and "non-special students." I could tell from his clothes that he wasn't in the special class, so his chance of making it as an idol was absolutely dismal. But there he was, singing his heart out anyway. I thought it was beautiful, so I decided I'd live my life like that boy—and after joining the school after all, I made him my partner.
[He pauses, his gaze far-off and fond, before he clarifies:]
My stage partner, that is. Idols are supposed to be chaste, so we didn't have "that" sort of partnership. It was getting swept off to this place that gave us that push we needed there. I used to resent that. I kept thinking, "I don't want to give this horrible place any credit for my love life." But by now, I've accepted it, just as I accept all the wonderful friends I've made here.