[It's been a miserable time since he left. But, as he does, Asuma simply plods on with life, carrying a cheerful smile around his classmates and skillfully deflecting any questions that may come his way regarding Yuushin with complete ease.
They don't talk anymore.
He doesn't know if they'll ever talk again.
But he doesn't let it show, least of all around the people who know him. Which is why it's only when he's quite alone on a quiet street that he allows the smile to fade, a bouquet of beautiful roses cradled in his arms. He'd bought a bouquet like this not long before he met with Yuushin that final time, thinking to himself how he'd like to learn to use it in his magic, thinking it would be fun if Yuushin could do something with it too. His magic was always great-- he had ambition, wanted to go places, wanted to really do things with the power he was gifted with. But in the end...
That ambition was exactly what drove him to madness.
He doesn't cry. His eyes have dried, for now at least. But it's a decidedly glum expression he carries as he walks, his gaze on the ground, just barely aware of his surroundings as he recalls happier times that have become heartbreaking to think about.
He doesn't even notice that he isn't as alone as he thinks.]
hi nanao
They don't talk anymore.
He doesn't know if they'll ever talk again.
But he doesn't let it show, least of all around the people who know him. Which is why it's only when he's quite alone on a quiet street that he allows the smile to fade, a bouquet of beautiful roses cradled in his arms. He'd bought a bouquet like this not long before he met with Yuushin that final time, thinking to himself how he'd like to learn to use it in his magic, thinking it would be fun if Yuushin could do something with it too. His magic was always great-- he had ambition, wanted to go places, wanted to really do things with the power he was gifted with. But in the end...
That ambition was exactly what drove him to madness.
He doesn't cry. His eyes have dried, for now at least. But it's a decidedly glum expression he carries as he walks, his gaze on the ground, just barely aware of his surroundings as he recalls happier times that have become heartbreaking to think about.
He doesn't even notice that he isn't as alone as he thinks.]