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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun spent most of the car ride quiet, staring out the window. It took a large amount of pleading, cajoling, and arm twisting to get her to come on this trip, and the only reason why Jun relented was because if she didn't she'd never hear the end of it. She was as blue as could be, and the only way she knew how to cope was through rigorous training herself half to death, binge watching old anime, or staying up all hours of the night painting figurines. Maybe that was a big reason why Yaoyao wanted to get Jun away. They had gotten a room up in a small town hidden in the mountains, a place that was pretty secluded and private. At the very least Jun wouldn't have to deal with people too much. With the weather starting to cool (and even more so at the higher altitude) Jun had adopted jeans, and while she still wore graphic T-shirts (this one in particular on this day) she had a jacket on over it with a ball cap. All things considered, she looked a little tired. "So, what are we doing first?" she says, following Yaoyao out of the hotel. All things considered, the place was nice. It gave her a Kyoto feel, only more...homely. Probably because this didn't feel too geared towards tourists, if she had to guess. 𝕐 + 𝕐

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this is where the bruises come from
this is where the game gets ugly.

So. The situation: Juju’s been down in the dumps since the end of the Sports Festival. Yaoyao knows why, and it’s for sure an infuriating can of worms, and it will be dealt with. But not while they’re out here on their girls’ trip. Nah, this weekend is for one thing and one thing only only, and it’s called Operation: Get Juju to Cheer the Fuck Up. (Lili doesn’t think they should be calling it that, but as far as Yaoyao’s concerned, it’s simple, clear, self-explanatory, and not written down anywhere. So what’s not to like?)

The plan: drive out Friday afternoon after their last respective classes and arrive in the late afternoon. Spend the weekend exploring the town and the area, having fun, relaxing (if Juju can manage it). A little working out or training, ‘cause god knows Juju might get antsy if they don’t. Then, Sunday afternoon, drive back to the city so Jun can do her prep for the school week and not gnaw Yaoyao’s head off about not having enough time to plan out her workaholic weekly training hours or whatever.

Anyway, they’ve got the whole weekend off for this. So here they are, on a bright ‘n sunny Friday afternoon, stretching their legs in the clear mountain air. Speaking of stretches…

Yaoyao rises out of the stretch she was in (feet set wide apart, legs straight, one hand on her hip and the other above her head, bent sideways at the waist) and cracks her knuckles. “Your choice, Juju. We can either go check out the local bookstore, or check out the trails.” Only… Juju’s debatably dressed for hiking. Yaoyao, in her black cargo pants and stringy black skull crop top and sneakers, is only a little better off. And they’re not going hiking without sunscreen, water, and a protein bar or three in a bag for Juju.

junsuina

by sixsmith.

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun thought about it for a second. Books up here would be old, dusty and boring. At least, that's what she thought, she was being a tad judgmental. As for the trails, though... She looked down at her shoes, a pair she bought earlier in the year. It was a pair designed to be balanced, capable of suffering all kinds of abuse and keep trucking on. For a normal person, that was. As much as Jun struggled to admit it, she was far from normal, and this very pair was beginning to wear down. There was hardly any tread left, and the left one had a small tear. They were no boots, but they should at the very least survive a hike. "Let's check out a trail then," she says, pulling out her phone. She wasn't exactly dressed for a hike, but a little exercise never hurt anyone. "How are the trails, and how long do they go on for?" Of course, Jun wasn't anticipating being taken to a shop that sold shoes directly after. Or a store to pick up a few supplies. And she also wasn't anticipating Yaoyao fussing over her once they got there ("I can put the sunblock on myself!") But she couldn't deny the fact that Yaoyao was trying, and she cared for her well being. As mopey as she was, she at least mellowed out enough to enjoy the walk. 𝕐 + 𝕐,

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light glimmers in a flower, like jewels in a dream...
( a million miles away... come back, and stay )

Y’know, after over two straight years of being friends, you’d think Juju would be a little more used to Yaoyao’s particular brand of ‘I WILL either make you take care of yourself or do it FOR you since you’re incapable of it’ friendship.

No dice though. Juju still gets surprised about normal, mundane shit, like being dragged to a shoe store (to replace her raggedy-ass track shoes that are a few steps off from falling apart entirely), or being brought food (water, protein bars, some snacks Yaoyao made before they left the city), or even just being afforded basic decency (being slathered with sunscreen so that her pale, hermit, ginger ass won’t burn to a crisp in the thin mountain air this close to the cursed, stupid autumn sun).

Still. It’s… nice. Bein’ out of the city, out of the loud and the crowded and the smog. Bein’ out here with someone she likes as much as she likes Juju. Only thing that could’ve made it even better is if Baobao’d been able to tag along, but it’s okay. He’s busy, it’s only one weekend apart, and she’s the lucky biii… broad… with a monopoly on him most of the time anyway. One weekend won’t be the end of the world.

By the end of their hike, rounding the final bend, the sun’s slipping low on the horizon and Yaoyao’s gotten enough energy out that it’s Lili in the pilot’s seat, humming soft and sweet and hand in hand with Jun as they descend back into town. Maybe it’s odd still, for Jun, seeing such a different personality come over the tall, imposing frame that Yaoyao inhabits. Or maybe she’s used to it by now. Either way:

“It’s just about dinner time, now,” Lili notes, turning to offer Jun a smile. “Why don’t we go back and shower, rest a little, then see about finding something to eat when Yaoyao wakes up?”

junsuina

by sixsmith.

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Hikes were something Jun didn't do very often, but whenever she went it was oddly relaxing. And being here with her best friend only made it even better. In a way, this was a good point to do a bit of reflection. Sure, the whole Sports Festival thing was awful, but...it did give her some time to reflect on it. A lot, actually...there were some things that didn't add up. So much so that on the way down she zoned out in thought. She did register that at some point Lili was in the pilot's seat, so when she spoke up and Jun turned, noticing a distinct lack of Resting Bitch FaceTM, Jun had to mentally kick herself to remember. "Right, yeah, that sounds good! Though I'm sure she's gonna insist she do all the cooking again." It was something that Yaoyao was insistent on, but there were worse things to be obsessive over. On the way back Jun decides to let the previous train of thought simmer, another thought rising to the surface. "Hey, Lili...do you think there's some things I'm missing out on? Experience wise?" Philosophical, but Stellar's words kept hounding her, and it annoyed Jun to no end. "I think...I feel...I dunno, like there's something missing maybe? With my quirk, I mean. But...well, I guess life wise too, since my emotions are tied up in it...but uh. I think...there might be something more I might be able to do, but I'm...I guess I just lack the perspective. What do you think?" 𝕐 + 𝕐

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