Akihisa liked to think of himself as reasonable. And he was! He was a perfectly reasonable human being, and like all human beings, he had passions. And for him, that passion happened to be anime. And when someone had a passion, they obviously care about that passion right? So, it was perfectly reasonable for him to just sometimes get a little annoyed when an asshole spoke about him and his passion when they clearly didnât know anything about it!
He was just a little annoyed!
(Sure, keep telling yourself that, bud.)
Half an hour later, he still wasnât that much calmer. Regular Reasoning told him that, dude, chill the fuck out, who cares about some asshole that probably was a troll calling you a dumbass otaku who probably lives in your momâs basement? Theyâre an asshole! Most people like you!
But⌠god, what an asshole!!
He nearly punched the vending machine in front of him, but thankfully he wasnât that kind of passionate idiot. Plus, someone else was by the machine. Thatâd be kinda weird. But while he was above showing his frustration in a physical manner, it was apparent the moment he opened his mouth that he wasnât above showing it verbally.
âWhy the hell are people on the internet so fucking stupid?! And always talking about shit they donât know shit about! The fuck! Bet all my damn money people who shittalk are justââ
He stopped in the middle of his impromptu rant (thank god) to chug from the soda heâd opened up, but after a small sigh he continued without a single hitch.
âJust some jealous idiots who donât have anything better to do, right? They see someone else having a good time, so wow! Let me go act like Iâm cooler! L-like I know more than someone else! Or, ugh!â
There was finally a reprise from that mess of bullshit heâd spewed, and really one had to have a bit of sympathy for the dude in the room who had to hear him do the equivalent of a real life vagueblog.
(And who the hell even cared?)
Kiyoyuki, too, thought he was pretty reasonable as a person. He just let people live their lives around him, trying his best not to have to yell at them to be quiet so he too can have his peace. He had just decided to adapt around noise and try his best to not meddle in anyone's affairs. He was just an unwilling spectator from day to day.
However, on that particular day, Kiyoyuki had found himself with a very simple request: He wanted a drink. He happened to have enough spare change today that he could probably use it without concern, everything else having been saved already for any other payments he needed to make. The only time he might be wrong if something were to go horribly at an unexpected time such as if someone broke his headphones or something today.
Eh, it was just a 100 yen coin.
So he held the money in between his fingers, allowing his body heat to transfer into it. His grip was tight, as if he was trying to ensure that no one would steal that measly amount of money from him. The intensity of the warmth would increase as he found himself standing behind a pink-haired peer getting extremely excited over who knows what.
While Kiyoyuki waited for his turn to actually be able to use the vending machine, he found himself at first trying to close his eyes and doze off for a bit right then and there. The racket that the other had been making proved to make it difficult a task, and Kiyoyuki winced with each inflection.
So he might as well just listen to what the other had to spout out to a seemingly invisible if not nonexistent audience. He began to wonder if he had walked in on a meeting between comrades or a comedy show, but the room seemed much more empty than it should have been for a guy yelling his head off like this.
When the other had finished, Kiyoyuki let out a yawn.
"Nyaaa... You sound like you're having fun, heehee... You must be terrible on 2channel, ne?"
His voice was quiet and soft, but he enunciated every word clearly with a somewhat cocky tone not helped whatsoever by his ironic mimicking of a cat noise in addition to his chuckling.
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