General notes (mini guiding questions & character sheet):
Hotaru is normally timid and reserved but she has a strong will that gets developed over time. Inori’s quirk sort of forces her to be more proactive and livelier (tone reference: Hoshino Ichika – Project Sekai).
Inori is the fallen angel. Did she do something terrible that the heaven burned her wings? Or did she really lose it when protecting Hotaru? Either way, she’s curious, but she doesn’t ask a lot of questions, usually because she doesn’t know how to ask them without sounding weird. Did she meet Hotaru’s grandfather? Likely (tone reference: Shinosawa Hiro – Gakuen Idolmaster, Maelle – Clair Obscur: Expedition 33).
Yuzuru is the lively one, a bit of a delinquent (tone reference: Susie – Deltarune). She resigns after knowing Hotaru resigned as well and provokes Hotaru to go back into aerobatic flying, this time at a different place. Will that succeed? Hotaru will probably be unwilling at first, but Inori will help her realise that all she needs is a little bit of freedom.
End of general notes. Below are miscellaneous lines I’ve thought up but they’ve yet to find the place in the prose so they’re staying overnight here.
The sky is like a cage for me.
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Looking at you fall like that… reminds me of someone close to me. If you… actually protected me from the lightning and then I left you to fall… that would make you the second person to get injured because of me… I don’t want that…
If you’re that bothered by me losing my wings, then… if you want to, you can take me flying with your bird from time to time.
…
Will that be okay?
…Yeah… Yeah, I’ll fly for you, as much as you want to…
[break]
That means… I didn’t burn my wings for nothing.
…
I never feel like you hurt me. If anything, you saved me. I was falling, and you caught me.
I did?
You did.
…Thanks for saying that.
I mean it. Truly.
…Yeah. I know. Saying that… really helps me process my feelings. Thank you.
[break]
An angel is beside me. The angel. Obviously I still don’t know what to do with her. But… somehow… I believe this… I believe her. Not because I find her convincing, but because I want to believe. Just as I believed grandfather’s fairy tales of the blue that I’ve yet to see for myself.
Believing in grandfather’s stories has made me take to the skies. Even when I’m currently not doing too well, I still hope for a day when I find his blue and he’ll be flying right beside me when I do. When believing in something gives me this much strength—this much courage… how can I choose not to? And I believe that risking my life to catch this angel will someday turn into strength as well.
With that in mind, I let the lingering warmth from my forehead spread. I don’t mind if it’s placebo—it still helps my tense shoulders rest.
At least for now—just for tonight… I think I can sleep without the weight of the next day pressing on me. I think… things… might just be okay…
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