[Talk to Takashi {X}]
You guess you could speak with Takashi. You think he might be smarter than either Misha or Shizune, and you doubt he'll purposefully give out bad advice about such a serious issue.
You find yourself at his desk after class. He's in his usual repose, eyes half-lidded in a caustic glare, as if the wall had spent a year pulling some elaborate prank and Takashi was unamused. A vein in his jaw pulsates, and if you listen closely you can hear him humming just under his breath. It's not a happy sort of humming.
Someone's patched up his ear. There's a great white bandage over his head, but as far as you know that won't do much to help his Tinnitus. His foot taps on the floor as if he's impatient, but it's after class and he's not in need of a teacher, so you put it down to him just being his perpetually-annoyed self. His light hair sticks haphazardly out from under a deep rust-colored beret. He's hunched over, doodling like a maniac. Tons of jagged lines and spines, turning gears. His light doodle is so vivid you can almost hear rock music playing in the background.
Takashi, as you recall, absolutely despises Rock music. But only slightly less than he despises other music. He is not exactly a musical person.
It's a giant robot, unrelated to your nightmares. Takashi notices you staring.
"Oh, it's
you." He says. He would have a beautiful voice if it weren't twisted into a tone that made taking a swim in acid seem like a warm bath.
You wave hello.
Takshi blinks at you and makes a face like he bit into a rotten orange. "What do you want? I'm kind of busy." He snaps. "I've got a hundred thousand things to do better than hear yet another adoring fan confess their undying love." He says it not so much dripping with sarcasm but pouring sarcasm out of it like a typhoon. Then again, Takashi says everything like that.
[I'm not confessing my love to you.] You sign.
"You won't confess? Good. Keep it a secret. I don't wanna hear that shit. I've got better prospects anyway."
Ouch. [Asshole.]
"I don't know that one, but I'm guessing it's a curse. But you can't curse me. Magic isn't real. It's as ephermeal... Efermeal... Insubstantal as a dream. Ain't that right Snoozu?" He calls to the blue-haired Narcoleptic in the front row. She wakes up just enough to flip him the bird. Takashi seems to take minor enjoyment out of that.
[I can't quite remember why I needed to talk to you.] You attempt to fight back, for poor Suzu's sake.
"Then stop doing it. It's annoying."
[Could you be civil for ten seconds?!]
"That's civil, right?" He makes the sign. Then he waves you off when you correct his slight misplacement of his fingers. "Don't care. I don't want to be civil. Are you civil? I'm not. Fuck off with your civility." Mutou shoots him a look but Takashi dodges it. "I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to talk to
anyone right now."
[Good,] You attempt to drawl through sign with mild success, [Because I'm not so good at talking anymore.]
Takashi finally looks mildly interested. But he can't let up now, you can see it in his eyes. When he stops rolling them, at least. "Oh boy, you're feeling chatty about your disability and you want to talk to
me about it because for some reason you can't use the Student Council President?"
[I'm... Sort of afraid of Shizune.]
"Sicchan is a scary girl." Says Takashi dryly. "I think I saw he eat a lemon whole once. Scary stuff." Takashi is always sarcastic. Not always funny.
[No, I mean, we got in a fight-]
"Oh shit!" Cries Takashi, reeling back. He slaps the back of his palm to his forehead. "Say it ain't so!"
[-and Imayhavebustedherhand...]
Takashi raises an eyebrow. "You're going to have to run through that one again so I can see it, or at least give me one of those comically elaborate frames with the dialogue in. Like a silent movie." He laughs at his own joke, a laugh which is lyrical in quality but again twisted into being grating by what must be a willful effort on Takashi's part.
[It's not important.] You wave him off. [I actually remembered what I need to talk to you about. I've been having... dream trouble.]
"Dream trouble." Repeats Takashi, both to affirm that's the right sign and because it sounds so stupid now.
[Yes.]
Takashi is silent for a bit, looking at you with his customary scowl. Finally he looks back to his desk. "We ought to get to the art room." he mumbles.
You slap him in the back of the head. "Hey! Ow! I'll talk to you on the way there, you needy little witch." He spits like it's poison. He grumbles as you wait for him to pack his things. Eventually he meets you by the door to the class, still looking like he had a bad taste in his mouth (or rather, a bad sound in his ear) that wouldn't go away. He glances at you as he flips a finger under his bandage to check the scarring. "Well? Let's get going."
When you turn to leave, though, you're blocked by one of your neighbors. Osteoporosis, if you recall the name of his condition right. It feels kind of bad to define people that way but you've never been one for names. He's hobbling by only slightly slower than normal, trying to avoid the crowds and the subsequent bumps and jostles.
Takashi seems quite irate. "Outta the way, asshole. We got shit to do." He snaps irritably. The student turns around.
"Shut your trap, Maeda."
"Get your fragile ass out of the way before I toss you down a up escalator."
"I thought art could get done anywhere. What happened to that enterprising spirit you were going on about?"
"I don't know, but it left you behind. I wish it had taken you with it."
"I do as well. It would mean I didn't have to be in the same room as you." They banter like old friends. You get the feeling they know each other.
"You don't want to be in the same room as me, then GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY SO I CAN LEAVE!"
[Takashi?]
"I'm sorry, friend, but I can't let you just...
Gogh."
Takashi mimes vomiting. "Hey, maybe I'll cut the other one off. I won't have to listen to your sense of humor AND the Tinnitus anymore." He grins a grin that says
checkmate. "After all, the Tinnitus sounds better."
The student, with whom you've had no contact before this point, steps aside and bows. "Ladies first." He tells you.
Takashi rushes through like a bull. Hearing his rivals laughter, he turns around. "Thanks for being the first one through the door, asshole!" He crows. The student frowns, then looks defeated.
You manage to catch up with Takashi by the stairs. "Oh, it's you again." He says. His humorous mood seems to have been left outside the class.
It's a weird question to ask, but you need to ask it. [Do you know anything about a SUICIDE MAN?]
It takes a bit of explaination to get Takashi to understand the relatively complex signs. "What the hell is that?" He says when you finally get your question across. Real friggin' helpful, Takashi. Real helpful.
[I've been having nightmares lately. I don't know why. I went a while without them, but now they're coming back. Ever since the new kid.] You're struck with a bolt of realization. [Actually, better question.]
"Ask it, we need to get back inside before the bell rings."
[The same day that Nakai kid joined class 3-3, Hiki joined our art club. Did you notice?]
Takashi actually puts thought into it. Amazing, how someone so caustic and mean can actually be sort of caring. Most people wouldn't have given your paranoid delusions another thought. But Takashi takes you seriously. He never makes good on any of his threats, even the most minor. He never actually hurts another person. If someone seems like they can't take his personality, he either tones it down or goes away completely. You noticed him being actualy kind of gentle with Hanako the other day, when she was asking for help. Blunt but... gentle.
>He's kind of cute, actually [ ]
>He's a good friend. [X]
He's a god friend. You're struck by how much you actually don't want to see him gone. For someone who probably lives on hydrochloric acid and burnin' hot cheetos he's pretty nice. You suppose.
"I'm going to think about it. But if you got nightmare problems you should talk to Snoozu and see who she sees. She has some issues too." He says, and heads into the art room without another word.
Well, you guess it's time for art. Or talking with Hiki. You liek talking with Hiki.
But you really ought to do some actual art.
But you like talking with Hiki.
You're completely devided between the logical side of your brain and the side of your brain that demanded you jump his bone a few nights ago.
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Yes, that was another choice. But it was already chosen for you, since you can't date Hiki and Takashi at the same time. That's what you get for jumping the gun, Takashi fans!
But more seriously, it's nothing major. It effects the romance part of the story in a sort of minor way, but the main Horror plotline is more important and overarching. The SUICIDE MAN cares not wether you date the proper blind boy with internalization problems or the Tinnitus afflicted snark master who lacks self control.
Or Rin. Or the SUICIDE MAN. That's right, a hidden SUICIDE MAN route! Learn to face your fears and bear your heart to the personifcation of Daisy's fear of Suicides! Have sex with an eldritch abomination on par with Nyarlothep! Figure out why and how Hanako is involved far to early for any coherent plot! Then sex her up.
Katawa Shoujo 2: How I learned to stop being afraid and love the SUICIDE-DICK.
Ninja'd by Shizune. Sorry bro, you were just minutes late.
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