I'll be completely honest with y'all - I wrote most of this during Alg and it was originally a Kurodai fic...

Robin is taller than Yoshii for plot purposes lol
Also Older!Robin lolLolOl

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Yoshii's hands are shaking as he pushes open the glass-paned door. A little bell jingles at the top when he steps in, but nobody cares to look.

Dressed in army green, Yoshii is on his way to California and then Vietnam mere days after his eighteenth birthday. He's not ready - heck, he'll never be ready for warfare. He's jittery all over and his mind is swirling with possible outcomes of the battle. Uncle Oberon didn't make it back - why would he?

He takes a seat at a lonesome crimson booth in the corner. The false leather makes a rough crinkling sound but the teenager has more to worry about than a simple noise.

Two and a half hours is all he's got. Two and a half hours until the rickety bus comes by, driven by what seems like the grim reaper himself, and then takes him to his grave.

His hands are sweating more than ever before. He wrongs them together but it only suffices in creating more.

The table is clean - newly wiped down. It's cold, but not as cold as the early January air.

There's shuffling in front of him. A shadow casts over the small light pressed onto the wall and Yoshii can only look up.

It's a kid from his high school - no the term kid doesn't fit. He's centimeters taller than Yoshii and yet has the face of a teen who hasn't seen anything out of the ordinary in his entire life. Yoshii sees him often in the hallways. They make small talk but there's nothing between them to consider them anything more than acquaintances.

"Yoshii." Robin gives him a smile and the eldest Maxinae knows he can sense his nervousness. "What can I get for you?"

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This entire thing (so what I've let you see plus a LOT MORE) took up like seven full pages in my notebook and it's actually unfinished >.>

It's a precious story I cri

[DISH ISH UNEDITED]