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Just hearing that name is enough for Lenās heart to jump into his stomach. He takes a moment to think about how absurd that question is. Itās been years, at this point! Mikuo who? He wants to say hell no and mean it but that would be a lie. Instead, the blond does his best to keep a collected composure. This isnāt easy, considering the crater in his chest now being hollowed out by thoughts of his stupid ex boyfriend.Ā
āDoes it even matter? That was so long ago, I mean.ā Len chuckles dryly before shaking his head, a weak attempt to look less like a kicked puppy and more like someone who has moved on like a normal, healthy person.Ā āHe dumped me right after graduation, you think that was love? Pfft. AmĀ I still in love with him? Get real.ā The answer is yes and yes.Ā
Even if they werenāt twins everything about Lenās reaction screams the truthā from his expression to his body language and even down to the carefully crafted response that he had delivered as it was neither a yes nor no. And this confirmation that her brother has not moved on from his first love, after all, even all these years later makes Rinās chest ache for him. These are the moments where, whether he is aware of it or not, Len can reel the young woman right in like fish hooked onto bait. Before she even realizes what she is doing much less refrain from the action her body is moving of itās own accord, thin arms gently wrapping around the maleās form so that she can draw him close.
Small hands rub circles into his back in an action that she hopes is perceived as comforting rather than pitying.Ā āā¦Yeah. That was fucā really screwed up.ā Though there are two sides to every story and the latter is one that she knows quite well there are some things better left unsaid as it isnāt her place to meddle in the fragile web of Len and Mikuoās relationship. Or lack thereof. Once she pulls away attention is instantly drawn to the flashes of color emanating from the screen of the television so as to reward the blonde beside her with at least a shrivel of his pride in case the hug made him emotional.Ā āRelationships suck. Who needsĀ āem, anyways? Why donāt we just adopt a few more cats and call it a day?ā
āItās fine, Rin. Iām over it.ā He quickly insists, accepting the hug and even leans into it for a moment. While he appreciates the sincerity, Len would rather go without hearing the whole āthere are other fish in the seaā speech from his sister, of all people.Ā She has only the best intentions, of course, but none of the Kagamine spawn exactly have the best relationship history. `āNo more cats either. Youāre already a nutty cat lady.ā
Now too deep in his own thoughts, he doesn't bother returning the light banter from Rin. Silent for a moment, he shrugs away from the young woman while pushing her feet away from his lap.Ā
āSorry. Gotta smoke.āĀ
Len walks across the room to grab his pack of cigarettes, flicking one out before lighting up on the spot. Itās too cold outside and heās not in the mood to argue with Rin about the smell, so he cracks open a window in the room.Ā
āBesides..ā Smoke clouds drift through the window as Len crosses his arms restlessly before uncrossing them, then dragging harshly on the menthol Ā between his fingers.Ā āMikuo was... He and I both knew it wasnāt gonna last anyway. Fuckinā goody two shoes.āĀ









