i had to think for like... a few minutes. its kinda abnormal to have... dream ptsd, but then it came full circle to me asking, if everyone is different, doesnt that mean everyone is technically abnormal? however that brings up the question, a norm is something a society can fit into being a 2/3 scale, and if every 2 out of 3 people are abnormal, wouldnt they be the norm? i dunno i just needed something to fill this space.
Hiro got up from the large bed shirtless. His hair ruffled, his eyes bloodshot from crying. The ex-military man would breathe slowly, to ensure he was alright, as he sat on the edge of the bed, staring into the invisible abyss as the cold morning atmosphere envelopped him. After a few calming moments, Hiro got up from the bed and looked over.
Zero Two looked up at him and smiled her bright smile, one that could shatter any barrier. A smile that could keep anyone from going insane. A smile that Hiro lived for. A smile that saved him.
"Bad dream, Darling?" The pink haired girl asked her husband.
"Y-Yeah, I guess you can say that." Hiro turned away and walked towards the closet. "Thank you, Zero Two."
"Hmm? What for?" Zero Two asked, confused for the sudden thanks.
Hiro turned his head and looked at her, befuddled. "Uh... You comforted me?"
"I guess I did do that huh? Isn't normal to comfort your significant other?" Zero Two replied.
"I would assume." Hiro fumbled around the closet looking for his black slacks.
"Today's Goro's birthday." Zero Two spoke out.
Hiro looked down at the ground. His expression holding a tint of sorrow. "Yeah... Yeah, I know."
Hiro found his slacks and started changing his clothes, putting on a white shirt on over his body. He then put his arms through the black suit, holding off on buttoning it up. Hiro would slip off his shorts, then look over at Zero Two. She clearly was... 'inspecting' him. She looked up at him as he stared her down and jumped, quickly looking away.
"Uh huh, and I'm the pervert in this house aren't I?" Hiro teased, only to get a pillow to his face, and a blushing Zero Two. He assumed he had won life just now at this specific moment.
Hiro slipped his legs through the slacks, zipping them up then belting them. He then got a tie and wrapped it around his neck, fiddling with it until he got it right, then buttoning his suit up.
"Don't you have work too, Zero Two?" Hiro would ask to see her face turn from a grin to agony.
"Ugh, I don't want to go to work." Zero Two complained.
"Well, you got to, now get up and change." Hiro commanded her only to get a long sigh.
"What, you want to watch me change? Pervert." Zero Two would stumble out of the bed sluggishly.
"I think we found out whos the real pervert here." Hiro replied to her insult, only to get a second pillow thrown at his face.
"Well I'm off to work, I'll see you later, Darling." Hiro called out and walked out of the room.
Hiro looked around his house for his brief case, finding it on one of his couches, opening it up to check if his project was still inside. Inside the brief case was a mass of mechanical parts, and Hiro smiled at them, then closing the brief case and walking out of the house, putting his shoes on of course.
As he arrived at the massive AFR building, he looked over to his right, there stood a large apartment complex. Hiro walked over to the complex and walked to the speaker.
"Room 312." Hiro spoke and slipped a card through a scanning slot. The front door opened and Hiro walked through, travelling up a few flights of stairs. He reached his destination in a few minutes. The metallic door had a label bolted onto it, 'Room 312 - Goro Hitori'. Hiro knocked on the door, a few clicks going off as it opened. There standing before Hiro was his best friend, Goro.
"Hiro?" Goro would ask, coughing.
"Hey Goro, how are you?" Hiro asked his childhood friend.
"Come in actuall-" Goro coughed, "It's cold."
Hiro stepped into Goro's home, looking around. It was very clean, however, so lonely. The black haired man would walk towards a chair at Goro's living room table, taking a seat as Goro took a seat across from him.
"Happy birthday, Goro." Hiro would tell his friend.
"Thanks, Hiro. Thank you for everything." Goro replied, his tone in a happy manner, only for him to cough after.
"They shot you in the lung, you should be thanking the doctors." Hiro replied, concerned at his friend's current condition.
"The doctors would have never seen me if you didn't dr-" Goro took a pause to cough, "-ag me across nearly all of Russia."
"Major Fernando Lopez, Captain Markel Parker, Sergeant Anthony Calem, Corporal Romana Rakoto, Private First Class David Johnson, Private Makoto Taki, Private Sienna Ambers, Private Pablo Everett, killed in combat." Hiro spoke, staring down at the table.
"Great men, taken." Goro couged.
"I should get going." Hiro looked at the time, standing up and holding out a hand to help Goro up.
Goro took Hiro's hand and helped himself up, coughing all the while. Both men walked towards the front door, saying there goodbyes.
"Hey, tell Ichigo-" Hiro stopped. Looked towards the ground, anger filling his eyes. "Nevermind."
Inside Hiro's AFR office, he was looking over paper work, mostly arms deals to send Tracker System striders to America, aswell as shipping 5 tonnes of ACUROS RAS3s to Austria, the current service rifle. The tiring work of reading through everything aswell as inspecting prototypes would wear Hiro down, so often he poured himself some brandy and sat in the executive lounge, to relax for a few minutes.
After his break he took an elevator down to the foundry, to check up on his new project, Fury Systems. The mech was going to change the Arma Strider industry forever, have the ability to sport a railgun with rails, and not be weighed down. As Hiro came down to the foundry, he smiled at the sight of his new canvas, painted with steel and screws. Hiro watched as sparks flew and hydraulic arms put together the magnificent weapon. As the black haired male stared, he realised he lost track of time and it was already time for him to leave. Hiro grabbed his brief case for his office and checked out.
As Hiro walked up the porch, he took a deep breath. He fumbled around in his pocket, pulling out a set of keys and inserting an aluminum key into both locks. With a few clicks, the door opened.
i am one sneezey boi today. next chapter im probably gonna lean more towards Zero Two's life probs, still trying to keep it centered around Hiro's pov, so its gonna be a big gamble for me, as well as alot of time to format everything in a nice manner. i also had to come up with a name for Gobro but its quite hard, as his name is literally what i wanted to go for as "go" is 5 in japanese and "ro" is the first character of 6, so in the end i just put hitori, which means alone. because that makes it sad, but there will be light at the end of this tunnel. so uh, stay tuned my bois, Austreaus out.