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I am an artist !! @__@ maybe I barely post art now but I usually draw tbhk, mostly mitsuba lmao.. (I don't take reqs, I draw for fun.) BUT !! I wanna have art moots and I can do art collabs / trades :D
I am an extreme yapper, if you've seen me talking to someone, I talk a lot. Maybe too much.
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CHAPTER 7/ TUESDAY PART 3: YOU’RE AN EVERYTHING BAGEL AND I’M JUST A NOTHINGBURGER
Pairing: M/M
Content Rating: Explicit (18+)
Content Warning: (Tags)
Work: In Progress
Sunny hasn’t been doing so well in art school. He’s been lacking inspiration as of late, so, for Spring Break, he decides to go back to Faraway Town in the hopes of reigniting his creativity. He spends the week with Kel and makes him his muse, but he ends up getting more than he bargained for.
OR
Sunny accompanies Kel on his day-to-day activities during Spring Break in order to get some ideas for his paintings.
Once in his room, Kel clutched his hair in frustration as he sank to the floor, his head buzzing with a flurry of emotions. He started taking deep breaths, doing the same breathing exercises that his parents had taught him to do when he was overstimulated as a kid.
Eventually, he was able to calm down, both physically and mentally. Leaning against the door, Kel stared up at his ceiling, watching the ceiling fan spin its blades as he gathered his thoughts.
This was supposed to go away two years ago.
That’s why I went through with it.
To make the pain stop.
Because I knew we would never be together.
But all it did was make me want to be with him even more.
So much so that I can’t hide it anymore.
After that night, I didn’t think that anything would change, but it did.
I tried to convince myself that things don’t have to change so that I wouldn't have to worry about ruining our friendship.
But I need to start being honest with myself.
Things can’t go back to the way they used to be because…
I don’t want them to.
Maybe that makes me selfish…
But I have to—I need to tell him how I feel.
…
…..
……..
But how the fuck am I going to do that?
In an instant, a light bulb went off in his head. Kel grabbed his phone from his locked and dialled up Hero’s phone number. If there was anyone who could give him some great advice right now, it was him. The phone buzzed twice before Hero answered the call.
“Hi, Kel!” his older brother answers, the usual warmth in his tone present. “I was hoping that you’d call me one of these days. It’s always nice to hear from you.”
Kel felt a tinge of guilt at that. It rang true that he hadn’t talked to his brother all that much ever since he moved out. Hero had called him a couple of times in the past, but Kel had never made the effort to contact him back, too busy with the hustle and bustle of life. He made a mental note to call him more often from now on.
“Hey, uh, t—there’s uh—I need your advice on something,” Kel stammers, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded.
Hero sounded concerned. “What is it?”
He takes a deep breath before spluttering out, “O—Okay, let’s say hypothetically, you um, were thinking of asking someone out—and it’s someone that you’ve known for years—like since you were little—and you don’t know how they feel about you but you kinda—sorta—think that they might like you back—how would you go on about it? Asking for a friend.”
It took a moment for Kel’s nearly incoherent babbling to settle in.
Then, much to his surprise, Hero starts to chuckle on the other end of the line. “Kel, if you want to say that you want some advice on how to ask Sunny out you can just say so.”
Kel gasps, his mouth agape. “H—How did you know that I was talking about him?”
“When do you ever not talk about Sunny these days? I’d be more surprised if you weren’t talking about him,” he teases, making Kel blush. “And you’re not exactly subtle when it comes to how much you like him either. I’ve had a hunch about it for years.”
“H—Hey, I’m plenty subtle!”
“You're far from it. If there was a book about what the opposite of being subtle looks like, it would have a picture of you next to it,” Hero teases.
Kel felt hot with embarrassment as he asked, “What gave it away?”
“There’s a lot of things that gave it away, but the most obvious one is that you two would sneak out together.”
Kel’s eyes were as wide as an owl’s. “Y—You knew about that!?”
“Mhm. Mari and I even followed you guys once. It was her idea.”
“W—What!? Why!?”
“Wouldn’t you be dying to know where I was going if I sneaked out in the middle of the night?”
“…Fair,” he mumbles after a stretch of silence. “What did you guys see…?”
“Well, we first saw you two sneaking off to Othermart. It took awhile, but eventually you guys came out with a whole bunch of things. Orange Joe cans, Hero sandwiches and bags of chips. You were carrying most of it because Sunny was already carrying the blue and white tablecloth we use for our picnics and a box with some rice balls inside. Mari saw him making them in the afternoon and asked him who they were for. He said that it was for his classmates but she didn’t really buy it. She actually called me that day saying that she thought it was related to him sneaking out at night. When I told her that you were sneaking out too she put two and two together, so that’s why she suggested the stakeout in the first place.”
“Nosy…” Kel comments, muttering.
If Hero heard that comment, (which he probably did), then he ignored it. “But at that point, we had no idea what you guys were up to, especially when you two headed to our old hangout spot. Mari was actually pretty worried about it because of the time Sunny almost drowned, and we even considered intervening—but imagine our surprise when Sunny laid out the tablecloth on our usual spot on the side of the lake for you to put all of your food supplies on top of it.
That’s when it finally clicked—you two were having a secret picnic together. Kinda like a date,” he recounts, adding that last part teasingly.
“…” Kel doesn’t respond to his brother’s teasing, but becoming one with the ground was very tempting at the moment.
It’s not like we could have picnics all the time. It took me weeks to save up enough money to buy all of the food that we needed. Luckily, Sunny chipped in often so we could have them more frequently.
Getting a kick at making his normally chatty brother silent, Hero went on, “Then, when you guys were done eating, you went back to Sunny's house and climbed into our old treehouse. We could hear you two talking a bit before it went completely silent. When the coast was clear we climbed up the ladder and saw the sweetest thing: you two cuddled up together in a pillow fort; asleep in each other’s arms. After that, we ended the stakeout there, but on some days, I heard you coming back to our room in the morning.”
Kel remembers those days as if it was yesterday, snuggled up in best friend’s arms. Being a night owl, Sunny would stay up playing on his DS above Kel’s head, or sometimes Kel’s would play with hair. Kel on the other hand had an arm draped around his waist to pull him closer, laying his head against his chest and listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat as his worries melted away. Sometimes Kel would even vent to him and tell him what was on his mind. Sunny always listened to him without any judgement.
They started sneaking out of the house to meet up at the treehouse when they were just eight years old. It was the only place where they could cuddle without facing any potential scrutiny since they had once been caught cuddling in a pillow fort in Kel’s room while they were having a sleepover. It’s safe to say that it was one of the harshest scoldings that Kel had ever received from his parents.
But he couldn’t help it, he loved being held by Sunny, his best friend, the person he trusted with all of his heart. In the treehouse, Kel could be cuddled any way that he wanted to be since Sunny never objected to any of his requests. They would sleep next to each other, facing each other or even on top of each other. Kel was always the one being held. Though, Kel couldn’t really sleep on top of him anymore because he was too big, (or more so afraid of crushing Sunny with his weight ) which did bum him out a bit.
Huh. I guess we never grew out of that.
His older brother’s voice brought him back to reality. “Just be thankful that I was there to bail you out when our parents wanted to go into our room without you there. Same thing goes for Sunny with Mari.”
Kel’s jaw dropped. “HUH!?”
“How’d you think that you and Sunny never got caught? It wasn’t because you guys were being sneaky, that's for sure.”
“Wait a sec—If you knew that we were sneaking out, why didn’t you ever bring it up?”
“Even if I did tell you that you weren’t supposed to be sneaking out, would that really stop you?” he says knowingly.
Kel huffs. “Still, you could’ve told mom and dad.”
“If they knew what you were doing, especially since Sunny was involved, they would've sent you to boarding school,” Hero says in a much more serious tone.
Kel shrugs. “I would rather go to boarding school than get kicked out of the house.”
“I still can’t believe that they did that!” Hero exclaims, his anger palpable. “I never knew that they could be so heartless.”
“That’s just the way the cookie crumbles,” is all that Kel says before changing the subject. Just talking about it brought back some terrible memories. “Anyway, could you help me out with… y’know… asking out Sunny?”
“Of course! I’d be happy to give you some advice on how to ask out Sunny,” Hero says, now sounding much more cheerful. “I was actually wondering when you were going to tell him how you feel. He really makes you happy, doesn’t he?”
“W—well… yeah…” Kel admits bashfully trying but failing to suppress the soft smile that grew on his face.
I think that using any words to describe how he makes me feel would be a disservice.
I remember back in primary school, I didn’t have any friends. I always ate alone and played games by myself during recess.
I guess it’s because I was born… different.
And when you’re different, people never let you forget it.
That goes for being different in a ‘good way’ too.
When I was put on the basketball team in high school, suddenly everyone wanted to be friends with ‘the retard.’
But, Sunny isn’t like that.
Some people only like Kel the athlete.
Some people only like Kel the idiot.
Some people only like Kel the goofball.
But, Sunny likes… me.
All of me.
The good and the bad.
With all of his heart.
And I do too.
I love him just the way he is.
And that includes Omori.
We’re all different in our own ways…
But, I don’t feel so different around him.
I wonder if he feels the same way…?
Who am I kidding? Of course he doesn’t.
How could he ever like a defect like me?
Kel suddenly jolted out from his thoughts when heard the faint sound of footsteps.
Had Sunny come to see him?
But as Kel listened, the sound of footsteps grew fainter and fainter until he couldn’t hear them anymore, making his heart sink.
Get a grip. Of course he doesn’t want to see you.
“Kel? You okay?”
“Yeah…” Kel reassures before continuing hesitantly. “Hey, do you… do you think that Sunny feels the same way?”
“Who knows? The only way that you’ll ever find out is if you ask him yourself, which you definitely should.
If you love someone, then… you should tell them before it’s too late. The last thing I would want is for you to never get that chance,” he whispers a little mournfully, and Kel isn’t sure whether his brother’s words are directed towards him or not.
A sudden wave of protectiveness surges through him, wanting to ease Hero’s grief like had tried nearly a decade before. However, Kel stopped himself, knowing that he had never been the best at comforting people. Even though Hero was much better now, grief still flowed through his body, flooding his heart once and awhile. Hero had described it to him once by saying that it was like a wave: on some days it was high, and on some days it was low. And he could never tell what kind of tide he was riding until the day was over.
I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I ever lost Sunny. I mean, I know that I'd have to move on eventually, but… I don’t think that grief ever ends. That just means that I have to enjoy the days we have left together.
But, no matter how many days we do get together….
I don’t think they’ll ever be enough.
“So, when are you planning to ask him out?” Hero prompts.
“Before the end of spring break.”
“Where are you going to do it?”
Kel shrugs, but then remembers that Hero can’t see him. “I dunno.”
“Okay… what are you going to say to him?”
“Whatever feels right in my heart.”
“Kel… when exactly did you commit to asking him out?”
“About one minute ago,” Kel confesses, making Hero sigh.
“No wonder you called me! You don’t even have a plan for crying out loud!”
“Hey, I do have a plan! It’s just not a good one!” Kel argues. “That’s why I called you.”
“Well, before you start asking yourself how you’re going to ask him out, you need to figure out where you’re going to do it first. I’ll help you with the where part and leave the how part up to you. Finding the right place really isn’t all that complicated. All you need to do is pick a place that has sentimental value.”
“I got it! Hobbeez!”
“A place that’s private.”
“Hobbeez when it’s closed…?”
“Don’t commit a crime, Kel.”
“Our old hangout spot?”
“I’m pretty sure that doesn’t exist anymore.”
“Sunny’s old treehouse?”
“No. No crimes.”
Kel groans, dejected. “I’m stumped! Maybe—maybe we should just forget—“
“Hey, chin up, Kel. Don’t get cold feet,” Hero says encouragingly, which makes Kel perk up a bit. “What about the place where you guys met each other? We weren’t at our house when Sunny and Mari first moved in, so that could be a good option.”
Kel frowns thoughtfully. “I think you’re onto something. Let’s see… We first met when… Sunny was trying to run away. I found him on a bench in the middle of the forest.”
Hero lets out a small gasp. “You mean the love bench?”
“The love bench…?” Kel echoes, puzzled.
You can read the rest of chapter 7 here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Did anyone else feel like Kou had almost an entirely different personality in the new timeline? Well, not entirely different, but it was very noticeable to me. Maybe it was the fact he had never met Hanako or something and thats a part of his development?
I love that I always loved things associated with mitsuba, even before knowing he exists.
For example I've always loved pink and red which are a part of his color palette :3 those were my two favorite colors when I was a kid (and still are!!) I also always loved the number 3, for some reason. You know those shows for kids that have numbers as characters,,, 3 was always my favorite. + I always loved penguins and bunnies. (My love for penguins became stronger when nightlife came out)
