Hongo's POV / 3rd persons POV (?)
he had been absentmindedly walking down the hall, hands in his pockets and eyes to the floor. so he hadn't seen the girl in front of him until it was too late. he bumped into her, and her face went smack-dab into his chest. he felt the frame of her glasses dig into his skin slightly, and it was something he didn't really want to repeat.
"sorry," he mumbled, looking down at her. she shook her head, smiling softly and started making gestures with her hands. he could vaguely see something white wrapped around her ears, and he saw a notebook securely trapped under her arm as she moved her hands.
she clearly noticed his confused expression, and her eyes widened. she smacked her forehead, in sort of a 'oh, duh!' way, and shook her head gently as she took out her notebook and pen. she wrote down quickly and showed it to him.
i'm sorry. i wasn't looking where i was going. are you okay? he furrowed his eyebrows, thinking hard.
"no," he said curtly. "can you not talk?" but then he mentally face palmed. the things on her ears, the gestures she made with her hands. she might be deaf, and those are her hearing aids and that's sign language. god, Masamune. that was probably insensitive and a stupid question.
she furiously wrote in her notebook, before holding it up for him to read. "no. i am deaf, but i can hear you a little because of my hearing aids," he said out loud.
Hongo racked his brain. i swear, i've seen somewhere how you say sorry in sign language. come on, think! he was deep in thought, before it finally popped up in his head.
he held out a fist, and rubbed his chest with it, right on his collarbones. "sorry," he said aloud, not completely sure if it was right and wanting to get the point across.
it's okay, she wrote, smiling at him. i better get going. i got club, you know? once again, a thought popped i to his head.
"right! i've got baseball. bye," he said quietly, holding up a hand in farewell as he walked by her. she waved back, tucking the notebook under her arm again and continuing on her way. his frown lifted slightly, and he went to practice with a tiny, tiny bounce in his step.
now that he thought of it, that girl was kinda cute. the glasses complimented her features, and her (e/c) eyes seemed to shine a little bit brighter when she saw him say sorry in sign language.
i guess it wouldn't hurt to learn some more sign language. he knew, that if anyone found out that he'd decided to learn sign language, he would be utterly embarrassed about it. who does stuff like that after one conversation with someone? if you can even call it a conversation.
"i guess i do," he muttered to himself, throwing the ball into Renji's glove with all his might.
"what was that, Masamune?" Renji called, throwing the ball back.
"nothing," he said. looks like i've got some work to do.
but this kind of work he didn't mind all that much. it'd be worth it if he could actually talk with her without a notebook and some confused faces.
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so, that is that. this was vvvv short, i know. but i like it. i didn't exactly plan for it to go this way, but i'm happy with it.
I WATCHED THE FIRST EPISODE OF ACT 2 AND I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED!! I AM IN LOVE WITH HONGO!! HE IS LEGIT PERFECT IN EVERY WAY!! YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND.
anyhow, requests are open. comment one down and i'll get to it as soon as possible.
see you soon,
goodbye!
