[ yamagi can't even remember how long he's been working. growing up as an orphan among other orphans, you do your share. that's part of the very foundation of tekkadan.
a blush creeps onto his cheeks, lips curving into a small smile. it's impossible not to when he can tell that kotori's enthusiasm is genuine, that she speaks from her heart. he decides there's no real reason to go into the logistics of piloting a gundam; if he's completely unfamiliar with the concept of a school idol, then chances are, kotori is unfamiliar with his life on mars. ]
Not exactly airplanes, but... Something like that, I suppose. I still wish I could help everyone more, but... I do what I can.
[ he looks down at his gloved hands. yamagi may look delicate, but there are callouses underneath, proof of his hard work using all different kinds of tools to fix what's broken and keep up with regular maintenance on what isn't.
yamagi sees the picture as soon as kotori imagines it. everything about it is so vivid and vibrant and colorful, it's impossible to miss. that pure bond of close friendship is able to come through as clear as day. it makes something in his chest constrict.
yamagi has something similar in tekkadan, his precious found family, a bond tying them together unlike any other. there's an image of orga, mikazuki, takaki, eugene, kudelia and atra and the rest standing below a bright blue sky — everyone is there, but shino is reaching out his hand in the middle, smile as bright and blinding as ever. there's a metaphorical line between tekkadan and shino that crosses the barrier of family and friendship. shino is shining just a little brighter than the others, like he's the center of yamagi's world, a shooting star that he's always trying to reach up and grasp.
i need you! i'll make sure to protect you, so don't let go of my hand! those words are burned into yamagi's memories. he closes his eyes for a brief moment. yamagi's wordless answer to kotori's silent question: different. ]
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sorry he's incapable of getting gay
a blush creeps onto his cheeks, lips curving into a small smile. it's impossible not to when he can tell that kotori's enthusiasm is genuine, that she speaks from her heart. he decides there's no real reason to go into the logistics of piloting a gundam; if he's completely unfamiliar with the concept of a school idol, then chances are, kotori is unfamiliar with his life on mars. ]
Not exactly airplanes, but... Something like that, I suppose. I still wish I could help everyone more, but... I do what I can.
[ he looks down at his gloved hands. yamagi may look delicate, but there are callouses underneath, proof of his hard work using all different kinds of tools to fix what's broken and keep up with regular maintenance on what isn't.
yamagi sees the picture as soon as kotori imagines it. everything about it is so vivid and vibrant and colorful, it's impossible to miss. that pure bond of close friendship is able to come through as clear as day. it makes something in his chest constrict.
yamagi has something similar in tekkadan, his precious found family, a bond tying them together unlike any other. there's an image of orga, mikazuki, takaki, eugene, kudelia and atra and the rest standing below a bright blue sky — everyone is there, but shino is reaching out his hand in the middle, smile as bright and blinding as ever. there's a metaphorical line between tekkadan and shino that crosses the barrier of family and friendship. shino is shining just a little brighter than the others, like he's the center of yamagi's world, a shooting star that he's always trying to reach up and grasp.
i need you! i'll make sure to protect you, so don't let go of my hand! those words are burned into yamagi's memories. he closes his eyes for a brief moment. yamagi's wordless answer to kotori's silent question: different. ]