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" years run by and i'm living with your shadow. " -- [ indie multi-muse account ]

[wowofu]

❝ ...Well, the time seemed to pass in a blink. ❞

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(( we should rp i miss ur kaz......... ))

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[kurisu004]

カノ誕＋カゲプログ | 烏鴨 [pixiv] 

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"Mmp—!"

Upon receiving the pillow to the face, Kouji jumped slightly and unwound his fingers from their delicate position. While he knew Kouhei’s habits, he had, for some reason, not anticipated the action. It was almost amusing, though his bewildered state prevented him from voicing any sort of humor in reaction to it. But it was certainly a token gesture…

Allowing the cushion to smother his face as many times as Kouhei pleased, a slow smile curled on his lips as he sank into the couch a tad. He struggled not to laugh to himself, knowing that it would only early him more objects aimed at his head, but really, Kouhei was such a drama queen.

"I barely say a thing, Kouhei," he returned softly once the pillow was removed, smile widening as he tilted his head and eyed his friend. "Your own temper does most of the work, if we’re being truthful here…"

Pushing himself up a little, he was still for a few moments before leaning against Kouhei without warning, uncaring of the response it could elicit. He proceeded to close his eyes, then, his content expression never leaving his countenance. Compared to most days, this was a rather low-key meeting between the two. At school, Kouji had a tendency to push Kouhei a little more than necessary, simply because other people were watching. But he didn’t mind being comfortable around him now.

“‘You’… what, Kouhei?”

Peeking an eye open, he glanced at him with a little humorous hum. “What about me?” he asked lowly, curious. It was always entertaining to see what sorts of observations about his own self he could fish out of Kouhei. Some days were ruder than others, but there were those surprising moments when Kouhei would grace him with something… relatively thoughtful.

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"My temper hardly--!"

He's rudely interrupted when there's a weight on his shoulder, and he lets out another Kouhei token protest, some insult in Japanese followed by "asshole!" He can hardly see over the mess of what was Kouji's hair, stray strands tickling his nose to which he gave out an annoyed huff. He makes no move to move his companion off of him, however, the only note of dissent being the annoyed mumbles and the posture of a child: slumped over, arms crossed, cheeks puffed out. When he continues talking, though, beady eyes blink behind glasses, a little surprised at his tone. Fuck you, he thinks, fuck you and your serious-sounding tone, making me want to actually answer you, you piece of-- Breathe. In, 2, 3. Out, 2, 3. And breathe he does. In through the nose, out through the mouth. He could almost hear the laugh bubbling in Kouji's stomach just listening to him, so he takes another moment to calm down. "You're so hard to get, you know that?" he starts out, eyes darting to the opposite side of the room. "Because you never talk, it's hard to really know what's going through your head. And then you go and get into fights despite you never saying anything, which never makes any sense... "It's frustrating from a bystander's view, sure, but it's even worse from a friend's eyes," he says, softer, furrowing his brows in thought. "Kouta worries. And sometimes I do. I mean... yeah, I worry, okay? I just don't get you, like... at all." He elbows Kouji at this point, embarrassed at admitting this sort of thing and not wanting him so goddamn close as he's telling all of it. "And one last thing!" he snaps, "You make me act different. I don't act this way around anybody except you, and I don't like it. I'm meaner..."

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question answer. || kano & ayano

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"I’m not bugging you, am I, nee-chan?"

Though the question was genuine, there was a broad grin on the young boy’s face as he leaned forward on his palms. Such a curious lad he was, yet if his older sister was exhausted by his ceaseless barrage of inquiries, he would bite his tongue and annoy their father later.

Shuuya never liked Dad’s answers more than he liked Ayano-nee’s, though.

"It’s just that Dad’s specimen look so much like aliens, you know? Nee-chan talks about aliens and UFOs sometimes, too, when we’re playing games together. So what if Dad has dead aliens in the house! Wouldn’t that be so cool? I bet Kousuke would cry if he found out." Shuuya’s gaze was circulating the family room rather than fixating on his sister and he looked like a puppy, what with his fidgeting and noisiness.

"We gotta find out if Dad has aliens and if they really exist or not! Nee-chan, don’t you think so?"

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Ayano laughs -- that silver-bell like laugh that rings softly throughout the room, a gentle jingle that resonates just the slightest bit. She shakes her head when the blond asks if he's bothering her, and goes on to say something about how he never bothers her anyway. She then prepares herself for another random topic, and this time it was--

Aliens?

She laughs again, although it's not her usual laugh. It was a bit more shaky, a bit more unsteady, and perhaps a little... embarrassed, maybe? Tucking loose hairs behind an ear, Ayano continues to listen to Shuuya's great stand about aliens from a foreign planet.

If she was being honest, like, really honest, she was a little frightened by the idea of UFOs and aliens. Not entirely scared or anything, but the concept creeped her out some nights. It was probably due to watching late-night alien movies or strange documentaries on the Discovery Channel that Shintaro told her that would fry her brain.

"Aah, Shuuya, don't you think your imagination is going into overdrive?" she says. "If Dad really had aliens, wouldn't the alien's family have gone to rescue it already and bring it back home? Or maybe they already did, and they wiped our memories, like that one movie..."

Who's imagination was going into overdrive, again?

There's a lull in the conversation where the both of them chuckle a bit, but then Ayano takes on a more serious look, and a tone that was similar to their mother's when one of them got into trouble. Not angry, just fill with concern and a little reprimanding.

"You weren't in Dad's room though, were you? Shuuya."

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"Incorrect. I take them much better that Kouta. Kouta simply stares and doesn’t even spare a comment," chuckled Kouji, lifting his fingers to his lips and tapping them thoughtfully. Ah, yes, Kouta always made him smile.

Watching Kouhei, the hair-haired brunet blinked slowly and observed the way he seemed to collapse onto the couch. He seemed defeated in a sense, or perhaps the better word was “exasperated.” Kouhei often wore that expression when around Kouji, if he chose to think about it. Which he didn’t, really, choose… that is. It simply came to mind, and depending on the day, it either amused him or brought a solemn smile to his lips. 

Was he sad about it? Not necessarily… Kouji believed that he had grown used to Kouhei’s treatment of him, however unprovoked it could be at times. Of course, once an impression had been made on the boy as children, it appeared as if Kouji was always a bit… hard to handle. Even quieter as a child, Kouji had rarely spoken around his other pair of friends…

And when he did, it wasn’t always what typical children said.

Not only that, but Kouji was rather… weak, to be blunt. As Kouhei noted, he was prone to being more involved with a bad crowd, but as a neutral party. He’d never be able to hold his own against more than one person, and if that single person was exceptionally skilled, he’d still lose. He had pocket knives and little blunt things to use, but… And as a child, he could never quite keep up with Kouta and Kouhei. This had, in some instances, resulted in Kouta lifting him up and carrying him around.

That didn’t exactly suit Kouhei’s mood, especially when the two had been close first. Kouji liked to play off of his jealousy sometimes, but in the end it wasn’t always worth it. He didn’t hate Kouhei, either, and well… perhaps he considered him more important than Kouhei considered him in return. 

"Am I?" he murmured after a moment, inching closer and seating himself beside Kouhei on the couch. Leaning back and folding his hands in his lap, he eyed his companion out of the corner of pale blue eyes. 

"I consider myself to be quite low maintenance, if I do say so myself."

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Kouhei doesn't say anything as Kouji seats himself down, but as soon as he's done speaking, a pillow comes in contact with his face. It was thrown a little too hard to be considered playful, but it wasn't so hard that it came off as aggressive -- which, in a nutshell, describes the two's relationship pretty well.

"'Low maintenance' my ass," Kouhei sniffs indignantly, now sitting up. He crosses his legs on the cushion, similar to how a child would sit on the floor. He puffs the pillow against Kouji's face a few times more, lighter, but still with that dissatisfied scowl plastered across his face.

"Do you know how much stress you give me, huh? Huuuh?" Cue more pillow-pats. "I'd save a fortune on acne products if your quote-on-quote low maintenance ass would quit egging me on."

He withdraws the pillow in towards himself, wrapping his arms around it and slouching over it. Leave it to him to be overdramatic about-- well, about almost anything, really. While Kouji did drive him up the wall at times, the other boy really wasn't too hard to take care of like he was saying. He did what had to be done in a timely manner, maybe a little late, but he took responsibility for things he deemed important. He took care of himself.

Kouhei just liked to blow it up a bit, apparently. Perhaps it was in his nature? As it was, though, Kouji would probably dismiss his complaining with a wave of the hand, earn another pillow slap, and maybe he'd get a token swear in Japanese if Kouhei was driven that far.

"Honestly, you..."

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Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

So the phrase went, wasn't it? Maybe Shuuya knew the saying more than Ayano really did, because he's rattling off question after question, barely letting his older sister formulate a reply before snowballing right into the next inquiry. Naturally, the brunette doesn't mind at all, but she is rather bemused by the sudden cannonball of questions.

The two kept each other company in the family living room, Tsubomi taking a nap upstairs and Kousuke out with their parents to buy groceries. Save for the pattern of question-answer, it was mostly quiet. Ayano waits for her little brother's next question, briefly thinking to herself that some of these questions were more suitable for Shintaro to answer than herself.

Then again, Shintaro probably would lose patience sooner rather than later and would stop answering Shuuya's questions.

"Is that it?" she asks, a playful lilt tracing her voice. She knew that wasn't it, and he did too.

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Again…

Misaki couldn’t help but stare at the girl with a bit of perplexity, rather amazed at how easily she could bounce back from being turned down. Disturbingly enough, he had a feeling this happened to her often.

At the question, the ginger felt his cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson, eyes darting to the side. “‘m gonna be 21 in July,” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “And… I’m not married yet. This isn’t a wedding band.” It wasn’t as if he really could get married quite yet, but someday. It was more of a symbolic thing than insinuating there was a set date.

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"T-Twenty-one-?!" she starts. She seems more frazzled by the fact of the redhead's age more than the new information on his marital status. Besides, knowing herself, she would probably ignore the marital status and go flirt anyway.

She eyes him up and down, shocked, before she settles into a calm demeanor. She looked more thoughtful if anything.

There's a beat of silence, before she says, "Three years isn't so bad." That's what she says, but what it translates to is probably something like, "I might still have a chance." Unbelievable.

She anticipates his reaction, and before he could skitter off, she playfully punches his arm, trying to at least give some air of joking-ness lest he viewed her as crazy or something. And maybe she was.

"Twenty-one though, man. I was thinking you were a year younger than me, haha!"

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Kouji had to bite his lower lip to keep from grinning at the way Kouhei switched to Japanese. It always amused him to no end how he was able to rile him up enough to make him forget to use English. Of course, during that annoying “pro-American” stage of his in middle school, it was even better.

"A mere suggestion," he stated languidly, waving a hand flippantly before angling his head in a lazy manner. Despite his enjoyment in making Kouhei get worked up, every conversation with him always left the brunet feeling rather tired. A naturally laid-back person to begin with, it wasn’t that difficult, yet it was especially prominent with the other.

Probably to Kouhei’s chagrin, Kouji took little notice of his jesting, turning slightly and focusing on something else. “Only if you want to deal with my father,” he answered pleasantly, a calm smile on his lips. They both knew how frightening the man could be when there was disorder in the house.

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The brunet's expression melts into irritation again, a terse frown peeking at his lips as he lets out a drawn-out sigh and shakes his head. "You take jokes even worse than Kouta," he mutters.

Kouhei moves past his friend(?) in favor of slumping onto a sagging couch propped against the wall. It groans under his weight, at he seems to groan back, but it really was just another frustrated sigh directed at his counterpart. He didn't actually hate Kouji, and in all honesty, would find trouble picturing his life without him, no matter how calm it would be.

It was just that, as things were, the two were on entirely different ends of the spectrum; Kouji drew himself in, socializing with a select few, while Kouhei made his presence known to people and persons everywhere; Kouji was more soft-spoken, favoring to put his input in when he saw fit, and Kouhei could chat up a storm with literally anybody.

Even their demeanor was entirely different, at least in the public (read: school body's) view. The taller boy was known to be a delinquent; aggressive when provoked. And while Kouhei could put up his own in a fight, he never really went around looking for trouble (and neither did Kouji, but he found himself dealing with it more often than the smaller did). If anything, Kouhei's reputation came up to... getting around, as one would take it as they will.

In short, though, the two were complete opposites in both personality, reputation, and hell, even their looks. While Kouhei would get friendly with others, primarily girls, his face was pretty average. Good-looking, but... average. And Kouji? The boy could have a black eye and still look great, quite honestly.

These thoughts flit around Kouhei's head, save for the last statement maybe, and he looks up at the other with a childish sort of pout.

"You're unbearable," he mumbles before rolling so that his back is turned to him and he sulks against the back of the couch.

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Well, he wasn’t wrong. From beside him, Takane was thinking the same thing. While fanning herself with a few spare papers, at that.

"There has to be a fan or something around here.. how are we supposed to survive like this..!" 

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Despite sharing in their suffering, Haruka switches his demeanor to offer his partner a gentle smile, although the layer of sweat across his neck and forehead told a different story.

"Tateyama-sensei said he'd go and find someone to repair the air conditioner, right? Maybe it won't take so long... Until then, you can use one of my sketchbooks as a makeshift fan if you'd like-!"

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"Aaah... It really is hot today! The air conditioner broke and everything..."

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Misaki grimaced to himself at the girl’s blunt personality, unused to someone with such a… flirtatious personality. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he suppressed a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"N—" Couldn’t even get a single syllable out, incredible. "Um… Yata…" Trailing off after the brief introduction, he scratching his cheek and averted his hazel hues nervously. "And, uh, I’m already taken, s…orry?" To affirm this, he lifted his left hand to show the ring on his finger.

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Foiled again.

"Ahaa, well... Maybe fate isn't interested in me on this day. In the end, there are still a lotta fish in the sea, right? And I just so happen to love fishing!" She's killing it. And not in the good way.

"Yata, though, huh?" she hums, tilting her head. She looks him up and down, noting how despite how short she was herself, the boy didn't tower over her like she's so used to. "'Scuse me if I'm stepping out of line, Yata-san, but aren't you kinda young for, uh... marriage, I'm assuming? What are you, 17, 18?"

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Ah yes, Misaki is going to casually scoot backwards. “Er… I-I don’t have any idea who you are, so no…” A pause before an awkward: “H-Happy birthday, though?”

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"Uwaa, so shy, so shy... Boys like you are truly irresistible!" It's said more to herself if anything, and it seems as if our bottle-blonde was picking out her next victim. Which is partially true, really.

"If I told you my name, would you kiss me then?" She barely gives the ginger enough time to reply before she goes on to introduce herself. "I'm Masami Kida, rising star and probably your future girlfriend if you luck out!"

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"You there! You clearly heard my birthday wish, so why not bestow a little kiss for a girl's 19th birthday? C'mon!"

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"It's my birthday. Where are all the cute boys with my birthday kisses?"

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Kouji observed Kouhei’s overly exasperated actions in vague amusement, pale blue eyes darting to the side as he studied the ground. It was obvious his presence wasn’t welcomed —rather amusing, considering all the years they’d known each other. Regardless…

"I’m sure the relaxation is doing well to keep you mellow," he commented rather teasingly, knowing fully well Kouhei preferred being active. Shooting him an almost sly smile, he slipped his hands into his pockets. "Not safe enough to throw a party in your own home?" 

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Kouhei jolts, jerking back around to look at Kouji critically, beady eyes squinting behind his glasses. "Are you stupid?" he asks in their native tongue, before switching back to English after composing himself. He pushes up his glasses (with his middle finger, no less) and gives a huff.

"Okaa-san would have my head, you know that," he refutes. "Beyond that, cleaning isn't my strong spot, so getting the place trashed would be a huge no-no anyway." To emphasize his point, he brings up his index fingers and crosses them in the shape of an X.

There's a little glint in his eyes, and the shorter male sneers, that playful look he showed off to many of his peers making its smug return. "Maybe I'll throw a party at your place, huh? That'd be fun, right?"