[A/N] Chapter titles are "Life is Better" followed by what's written. Also, any sign of harassment and hate will not be tolerated, whether it be to me or to any of my shipper friends. This is for people who have had to suffer through stuff like that, so I'm not about to let that happen here. Thank you very much! Hope you enjoy!
Sometimes I still think about the killing school life. Sometimes I can still so vividly recall the bodies of our classmates. Even though Toko couldn't see most of it, the beautiful, wonderful, and... utterly insane Jill held most of the grizzly memories. It's been quite a few years since the tragedy came to a close. Thanks to the immense amounts of mental care available to former Future Foundation members, the two of them integrated, so I have all of their memories. It was a terrifying experience, at first. They were exposed to things they didn't want to see. But hey. Life is better now. Now I feel like I understand myself and others so much better. I currently go by Eiko, a name that means long-lived child, sort of as an homage to the classmates who didn't make it (or, alternatively, the men Jill killed before we were able to curb her tendencies). You know, I'm literary like that! I didn't get named the Ultimate Writing Prodigy for nothing! Even though I can't help myself but write things a bit more vulgar than Toko did, it's still been deemed valid by audiences, so I guess that's what matters. It's just been more entertaining that way.
I cackle a bit under my breath as my fantasies fill my head. Swiftly, I prevent the pot of nabe I made from sloshing around too much. That was almost disastrous!
"What are you giggling about?" Makoto smirks. He and Komaru decided to pick me up for our "survivor reunion," so he's driving.
"Oh, nothing. Relax, Big Mac!" What? The nickname is endearing and he hasn't told me no, so we're sticking with it.
"You're doing the thing again, aren't you?" Komaru pipes in, glancing at me knowingly through the rear-view mirror. The smell of the casserole they made together wafts through the car.
"H-Hey, my d-delusions are helpful for my w-writing!"
"But you're not writing!" she playfully points out.
"Isn't it obvious? When I'm not writing, I have to be thinking about writing! T-Twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five," I laugh guiltily.
Eventually, we pull into annoying swimmer girl— Ahem, I mean Hina's— donut shop. She closed it for the day to make room for all of us to hang out. It's swim-themed. All the donuts are named after swimmers, or strokes, or... I donut even know some of them. Oh God, I hate myself for that.
Instantly, Makoto practically flies over to Kyoko, chatting her up like it's been years even though they still talk frequently. I notice that Hina's medals are hung all over the walls. Formerly, I would've considered this a blatant attempt to brag. About something as air-headed as swimming, nonetheless. But I'm trying to be less cynical. And hey, why NOT show them off? From the little I've experienced, she's been working hard as hell since the foundation disbanded so she could run a business AND reach for an Olympic gold. If anything, she's the most ambitious of us all. "W-Wow, Hina! This is seriously impressive!" I exclaim as I place my food next to Hiro's Nikujaga, Kyoko's tofu soba noodles, and the donut platter Hina set up.
"Aw, thanks, Eiko! Want to hear about some of my races?"
"Alright! Sounds like a plan!" Hiro chimes in, randomly pumped for no good reason.
"Sure. I don't mind l-learning!" Yep. That's it, Eiko. Be positive. You're not Miss Doom and Gloom anymore.
The stories are actually unexpectedly interesting! Maybe I'm actually NOT so doom and gloom!
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Life is Better (Togafuka)
FanfictionI don't normally ship Togafuka, but I wanted to show my support to my friends who get hate for liking this ship. Plus, I thought it would be a nice challenge. It's been a few years since the Tragedy ended. Everything has been looking up for Eiko- th...