[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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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.