[ Nimble fingers move to grasp the scoop for the water, dipping it into the kettle to extract the hot water that she then floats over to the chawan. She pours carefully, taking the time to allow the water to enter the cup without splashing it all over the place.
She returns the scoop to its place atop the kettle, reaching for the chasen now and beginning to whisk the matcha so that it creates a fine foam. ]
While that would be dictated by the host, two scoops is traditional.
[ Her response is quiet, but she isn't fazed at all as she continues to whisk until the foamy surface is consistent. ]
It's not about drinking the tea... rather the etiquette and art of it.
[ She puts aside the whisk finally, reaching for the chawan and placing it neatly onto her open palm. She takes care with both hands, slowly rotating the chawan before she presents it before Maruki on the tatami.
Her hands withdraw to her lap for a moment, but don't rest for long as she motions they must bow to one another and Maruki needs to eventually lift the bowl himself. ]
[ It takes Maruki a second to catch on, but then he's placing his hands in front of his knees and bowing low. Haru is the teacher here, and he'll show all the respect due to her in that bow. ]
[ Dutiful as ever, Maruki turns the bowl around so slowly, so carefully. He's not half as graceful as Haru by far, but he's doing his best to at least be meticulous...
Once it's lifted to his lips, he takes a moment to close his eyes and appreciate the rich, earthy scent before taking his sip, and–
His eyes go wide over the rim of the bowl at Haru.
Is he allowed to say it's good? It feels like he should be quiet, but–
Just as cautiously, he lowers it back to the tatami before him. ]
It tastes wonderful... you can really feel the difference in quality and intention!
[ She won't have the tea herself, so she sits neatly across him with her hands sat on her knees while enjoying the sight of a friend taking in the fine taste of fresh matcha tea.
A strange thought passes her mind; to think many months ago when she had arrived, she never would have guessed she'd feel much closer to the man who repeatedly tried to take them all down in his Palace and thrust his idea of the perfect reality onto them.
Not that she carries any real anger or ill-will, even after they had stopped him.
Just as Haru had told him back in October, she was still grateful he could show her a glimpse of what life could have been like to have her loving father back in her life. It's stoked a much needed fire in her after all this time to save Mari-san, to work harder this time so she doesn't lose her like she lost her only parent. ]
Male hosts aren't typically common, but I think you have the makings of a great one!
[ That big dinner he hosted in the spring was wonderful. Even if it's not the same as hosting a tea ceremony, she does think there are other aspects that might make him a decent candidate. ]
Besides, the ceremony is not about the tea as I said.
[ She looks down at the bowl, admiring its soft glint in the light. ]
There are some important principles when it comes to sado, including inner peace and mindfulness. You may not be a counsellor anymore, but those must have been important to have in your work.
[ Oh, that's– well, Haru has plenty of valid points there. Maruki's fluster settles, and he rests his hands on his folded knees, smiles at her warmly. ]
You're right about that. And even though I've moved on from that job, those are still things I value.
[ He tips his head to the side, eyes shining on hers. ]
Are you feeling inner peace today?
[ It's how one should feel on their birthday, isn't it? ]
[ Her smile stretches almost ear to ear; a little too cheery.
Gee, what happened today to put her in a good mood? ]
Yes, I think I've had the most fun for my birthday in a long time!
[ She makes no movement for the bowl, still seated neatly across in her kimono, a part of her hair pinned up by a floral hairpin that matches the elaborate patterns of her outfit. ]
I don't think I've had a chance to ask, but what sort of job are you doing in Tokyo now?
[ Is he allowed to drink more of the tea? There's some hesitation, eyes flitting between the bowl and Haru, before he does slowly go for it again as he speaks. ]
Ah... well, for the time being, I'm driving a taxi. I don't know how sustainable that will be, but... I do enjoy it.
[ Some days, it feels inadequate. He should be doing more with his life, he should be pursuing a new career, a new dream– more often than not, he has to remind himself that he deserves a bit of a break. A reset. It's enough, to bring people where the need to go. It helps in its own way, and if it gives him time to reevaluate what he wants for himself, all the better. ]
[ He did pull up in one, but they hadn't questioned it any further after that day. Maruki had parted ways with all of them and they hadn't sought him out as far as she knows, accepting the end of their journey with him for now.
They had other things to worry about, with the Jails and Monarchs. ]
I will certainly keep it in mind if I need a driver to employ! I don't use the company car too much these days.
[ Haru's large eyes remain on him, inquisitive but without judgment as she carefully asks: ]
Have you been able to find peace nowadays?
[ He had refused to yield to them in the Palace. Every blow he took, he came back twice as strong and determined.
She can still barely make out Maruki and Akira's figures, tension crawling into everyone's shoulders in the Monacopter as it looked like Akira had to face off against him one more time.
Oh, it's a question about his own mental state, not a reprimand about breaking tea etiquette...
Somehow, with how much he trusts Haru, that's actually a relief. ]
That's... a difficult question to answer.
[ He does lean forward then, taking the bowl and raising it to his lips for another sip of tea. Even after it's set back down, he remains quiet and thoughtful, hands curling and uncurling against the fabric of his yukata. ]
Kurusu helped me to face all the pain I'd been hiding from. While it's true that my heart was changed, and I couldn't run from things anymore... that doesn't mean the pain went away.
[ A fundamental difference in how the Phantom Thieves operated and how he did. Akira couldn't dig up the roots of his sorrow, leave him hollowed out and happy. Even if he could have... now, Maruki knows it wouldn't have been worth it.
What about when the pain is too much to bear?
You somehow learn to bear it anyway. ]
Moving on means learning to live with that pain. Given how long I spent burying it... well, I think it'll take just as long for me to find that peace.
[ In spite of this, though, he smiles at her. Small, subdued, but genuine. ]
I can see it, though. I know I'm on the right path. It's thanks to you, too.
[ She's attentive to his every word, any twitch or strain of muscle that might be display across his face. They had always walked away from that Palace without so much as looking back, but now that she sits here before Maruki, someone who's been a dear friend and supported her in so many ways—
There's a pang of guilt in her chest. The others had told her it was fine to leave their targets once the change of heart had occurred, but there will always be a small part of her that worries a little more when memories draw her back to a quiet house, her father locked in his study and unresponsive whenever she asked for him.
Was it like that for Maruki, too? Despite her absolute belief that they had done the right thing, she wonders what kind of pain stirs in those hearts when the Phantom Thieves complete a successful change of heart. ]
Maruki-san...
[ She extends a hand then, reaching across for him. She doesn't lean forward, doing her best to remain neatly seated for the sake of this ceremony, but... they're past this, aren't they? ]
It sounds like you're on a journey, but that's alright, isn't it? New beginnings might mean new pain, but I think it also means a chance for happiness.
[ A small smile forms across her face. ]
And you have Akira-kun by your side, as well as the rest of us.
[ Maruki watches her outstretched hand for a moment.
It's difficult, and it only becomes more difficult by the day. Reconciling how utterly alone he was in Tokyo with how his life in this reality is one perpetually surrounded by those he cares about, who care about him. The contrast is stark, almost unbearably so. When he thinks about returning to an empty apartment, a life without those he's come to love...
What was a dull, persistent ache before his change of heart is now a raw, open wound. He doesn't want to be alone. He can't be alone like that, not ever again. ]
I know that you're right, but...
[ Slowly, he shuffles forward a bit, enough to be able to lay his hand atop hers, the tea forgotten. ]
I don't exactly expect to see any of you again, you know? You're young, and you have your own journeys to go on.
[ Back in the true reality, he and Haru weren't granted the time and space to get to know one another as well as they have here. Wouldn't she find it odd, if he were to reach out to her there? ]
What you all did for me is something I'll carry in my heart forever. That's what keeps me moving forward toward that happiness.
If our journeys do cross again someday, I wouldn't mind.
[ It's true she can't make any promises when she doesn't know what the future will entail. When she first joined up with the Phantom Thieves, she was so certain a future with her beloved father was within her grasp, only for him to be ripped from her mere moments after a successful mission.
Nothing is set in stone, but that's what makes it all so beautiful. ]
And I hope you've been able to find the happiness you seek by then.
[ Difficult as it is to picture, Maruki knows that day will eventually come to pass. It will, it must. Chihaya's reading wasn't for nothing, and he owes it to Akira, Yoshizawa, all the Phantom Thieves to seize the chance for happiness that they gave him.
His smile is subdued but warm, genuine. ]
Thank you, Haru. I hope we'll both have found our happiness when we meet again.
[ And then he pats the top of her hand, heaves a deep breath and sits up straight once more. ]
But come on, we shouldn't be dwelling on something like this on your birthday. I made some snacks to have after tea, shall I go get them?
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She returns the scoop to its place atop the kettle, reaching for the chasen now and beginning to whisk the matcha so that it creates a fine foam. ]
While that would be dictated by the host, two scoops is traditional.
[ Her response is quiet, but she isn't fazed at all as she continues to whisk until the foamy surface is consistent. ]
It's not about drinking the tea... rather the etiquette and art of it.
[ She puts aside the whisk finally, reaching for the chawan and placing it neatly onto her open palm. She takes care with both hands, slowly rotating the chawan before she presents it before Maruki on the tatami.
Her hands withdraw to her lap for a moment, but don't rest for long as she motions they must bow to one another and Maruki needs to eventually lift the bowl himself. ]
god i want matcha now
[ It takes Maruki a second to catch on, but then he's placing his hands in front of his knees and bowing low. Haru is the teacher here, and he'll show all the respect due to her in that bow. ]
Thank you for the tea, Haru-sensei.
[ Okay, so he's a bit of a dork with it, too. ]
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After we bow, you can pick up the tea.
[ She motions again to the bowl and does a clockwise gesture with it, indicating the front design of the bowl should not be facing him. ]
And then have a sip.
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Once it's lifted to his lips, he takes a moment to close his eyes and appreciate the rich, earthy scent before taking his sip, and–
His eyes go wide over the rim of the bowl at Haru.
Is he allowed to say it's good? It feels like he should be quiet, but–
Just as cautiously, he lowers it back to the tatami before him. ]
It tastes wonderful... you can really feel the difference in quality and intention!
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[ She won't have the tea herself, so she sits neatly across him with her hands sat on her knees while enjoying the sight of a friend taking in the fine taste of fresh matcha tea.
A strange thought passes her mind; to think many months ago when she had arrived, she never would have guessed she'd feel much closer to the man who repeatedly tried to take them all down in his Palace and thrust his idea of the perfect reality onto them.
Not that she carries any real anger or ill-will, even after they had stopped him.
Just as Haru had told him back in October, she was still grateful he could show her a glimpse of what life could have been like to have her loving father back in her life. It's stoked a much needed fire in her after all this time to save Mari-san, to work harder this time so she doesn't lose her like she lost her only parent. ]
Male hosts aren't typically common, but I think you have the makings of a great one!
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You– what? Really? You think so?
[ How does he react to being told he'd be a great host?? Just die???? ]
Hah, well, there's a career path I never considered...
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[ That big dinner he hosted in the spring was wonderful. Even if it's not the same as hosting a tea ceremony, she does think there are other aspects that might make him a decent candidate. ]
Besides, the ceremony is not about the tea as I said.
[ She looks down at the bowl, admiring its soft glint in the light. ]
There are some important principles when it comes to sado, including inner peace and mindfulness. You may not be a counsellor anymore, but those must have been important to have in your work.
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You're right about that. And even though I've moved on from that job, those are still things I value.
[ He tips his head to the side, eyes shining on hers. ]
Are you feeling inner peace today?
[ It's how one should feel on their birthday, isn't it? ]
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Gee, what happened today to put her in a good mood? ]
Yes, I think I've had the most fun for my birthday in a long time!
[ She makes no movement for the bowl, still seated neatly across in her kimono, a part of her hair pinned up by a floral hairpin that matches the elaborate patterns of her outfit. ]
I don't think I've had a chance to ask, but what sort of job are you doing in Tokyo now?
[ She assumes he's still in Tokyo, at least. ]
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Ah... well, for the time being, I'm driving a taxi. I don't know how sustainable that will be, but... I do enjoy it.
[ Some days, it feels inadequate. He should be doing more with his life, he should be pursuing a new career, a new dream– more often than not, he has to remind himself that he deserves a bit of a break. A reset. It's enough, to bring people where the need to go. It helps in its own way, and if it gives him time to reevaluate what he wants for himself, all the better. ]
So if you ever need a ride, you know who to call!
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[ He did pull up in one, but they hadn't questioned it any further after that day. Maruki had parted ways with all of them and they hadn't sought him out as far as she knows, accepting the end of their journey with him for now.
They had other things to worry about, with the Jails and Monarchs. ]
I will certainly keep it in mind if I need a driver to employ! I don't use the company car too much these days.
[ She watches Maruki's face, curious. ]
Maruki-san?
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Y-yes?
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[ Haru's large eyes remain on him, inquisitive but without judgment as she carefully asks: ]
Have you been able to find peace nowadays?
[ He had refused to yield to them in the Palace. Every blow he took, he came back twice as strong and determined.
She can still barely make out Maruki and Akira's figures, tension crawling into everyone's shoulders in the Monacopter as it looked like Akira had to face off against him one more time.
Did he end up finding peace in that moment? ]
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Oh, it's a question about his own mental state, not a reprimand about breaking tea etiquette...
Somehow, with how much he trusts Haru, that's actually a relief. ]
That's... a difficult question to answer.
[ He does lean forward then, taking the bowl and raising it to his lips for another sip of tea. Even after it's set back down, he remains quiet and thoughtful, hands curling and uncurling against the fabric of his yukata. ]
Kurusu helped me to face all the pain I'd been hiding from. While it's true that my heart was changed, and I couldn't run from things anymore... that doesn't mean the pain went away.
[ A fundamental difference in how the Phantom Thieves operated and how he did. Akira couldn't dig up the roots of his sorrow, leave him hollowed out and happy. Even if he could have... now, Maruki knows it wouldn't have been worth it.
What about when the pain is too much to bear?
You somehow learn to bear it anyway. ]
Moving on means learning to live with that pain. Given how long I spent burying it... well, I think it'll take just as long for me to find that peace.
[ In spite of this, though, he smiles at her. Small, subdued, but genuine. ]
I can see it, though. I know I'm on the right path. It's thanks to you, too.
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There's a pang of guilt in her chest. The others had told her it was fine to leave their targets once the change of heart had occurred, but there will always be a small part of her that worries a little more when memories draw her back to a quiet house, her father locked in his study and unresponsive whenever she asked for him.
Was it like that for Maruki, too? Despite her absolute belief that they had done the right thing, she wonders what kind of pain stirs in those hearts when the Phantom Thieves complete a successful change of heart. ]
Maruki-san...
[ She extends a hand then, reaching across for him. She doesn't lean forward, doing her best to remain neatly seated for the sake of this ceremony, but... they're past this, aren't they? ]
It sounds like you're on a journey, but that's alright, isn't it? New beginnings might mean new pain, but I think it also means a chance for happiness.
[ A small smile forms across her face. ]
And you have Akira-kun by your side, as well as the rest of us.
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It's difficult, and it only becomes more difficult by the day. Reconciling how utterly alone he was in Tokyo with how his life in this reality is one perpetually surrounded by those he cares about, who care about him. The contrast is stark, almost unbearably so. When he thinks about returning to an empty apartment, a life without those he's come to love...
What was a dull, persistent ache before his change of heart is now a raw, open wound. He doesn't want to be alone. He can't be alone like that, not ever again. ]
I know that you're right, but...
[ Slowly, he shuffles forward a bit, enough to be able to lay his hand atop hers, the tea forgotten. ]
I don't exactly expect to see any of you again, you know? You're young, and you have your own journeys to go on.
[ Back in the true reality, he and Haru weren't granted the time and space to get to know one another as well as they have here. Wouldn't she find it odd, if he were to reach out to her there? ]
What you all did for me is something I'll carry in my heart forever. That's what keeps me moving forward toward that happiness.
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[ It's true she can't make any promises when she doesn't know what the future will entail. When she first joined up with the Phantom Thieves, she was so certain a future with her beloved father was within her grasp, only for him to be ripped from her mere moments after a successful mission.
Nothing is set in stone, but that's what makes it all so beautiful. ]
And I hope you've been able to find the happiness you seek by then.
cries we can wrap...... ohhhHHH
His smile is subdued but warm, genuine. ]
Thank you, Haru. I hope we'll both have found our happiness when we meet again.
[ And then he pats the top of her hand, heaves a deep breath and sits up straight once more. ]
But come on, we shouldn't be dwelling on something like this on your birthday. I made some snacks to have after tea, shall I go get them?
wrapped... MERRY CRIMUS 💝
[ So many birthdays spent alone, or surrounded by people whose only worries were their portfolios or profit margins.
What a privilege it is to think of the happiness of those you care about. ]
That said, I certainly would not mind a snack. You always have the best ones.
[ She smiles back at him as she nods. She'll put the topic aside for now, focus on celebrating herself first. ]