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continued // @noobuyuki

For a moment, he stared at Ishigaki with a dumbfounded expression, completely amazed by how his point went right over his head. “ Yea, but I mean like…uh… “ Thinking it over, he tried to think of the best way to explain it without coming off as creepy–as if he could manage such a thing.

“ Y’know, like a couple. In the same bed and all. “ Hopefully that would make him understand what he meant. Mizuta had low expectations to Ishigaki saying yes. Actually, he would be surprised if he wasn’t turned down. It wouldn’t be much of a shocker, mostly since he has been desperately trying to get the attention of their gang’s boss since he was taken under their wing and just about every attempt was shot down.

“Ah.” The taller then retorted as he thought about these words, blinking a few times; it was inevitable for his cheeks to gain the slightest colour of a pink hue, pondering and pondering over and over. Was that how Nobuyuki thought of them? Surely, he must just pull his leg, right? The blondhead completely forgot about the ex-gang leader once Midousuji entered their lives. Not that Ishigaki necessarily minded -- sure, it stung -- but aside from the rather bad choice of role model, he also did not consider himself the best role model for someone younger such as Mizuta. To hear him speak of them as a couple -- it was somewhat fantastic.

Smiling at the other, he ran his hand through the ash-blond strands and moved to pinch his cheek. “Nobu... I have a responsibility here. I can’t just move out and leave Aki and Yama behind. You wouldn’t want to leave Tsuji behind either -- or Noriyuki... right? Besides... Midousuji needs our help. It would be irresponsible of me to move out with you. If you decide for yourself that you want to do something out of your life and stop being in this gang, I will not hold it against you, I will encourage you to spread your wings and move out of the bird’s nest, so to speak, hehe.”

This was not Koutarou turning down the other ---- it was him being mature about the situation. Surely, he would love to move out of here, start a different life, go to college, be somebody. This whole gang started in favour of helping those in need more so than being bad people. And now... well, now he was stuck here. And he felt bad for pulling in all his friends -- seeing how they were used by their new leader, mostly Yama and Aki. Or verbally abused, such as Nobu. It truly broke his heart, being the kind of person who would want to carry the weight of the world on his own shoulders to make life easier for his loved ones. And he completely, utterly failed.

If anything, he wanted Mizuta to leave by himself and become more self-aware and less reliant on others, less of a tag-along.

“I hope... you understand what I mean and don’t take it that I don’t want you near me. Quite the contrary ---- I really like you. But I am scared that you get too dependent on everyone.”

#ic;#movingintogether1rp #noobuyuki #Bousouzoku!AU

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Teach him to kiss

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&& even if ishigaki-kun was trying to simply state that he wouldn’t be there next year as a form of a reply — midousuji’s face noticeably dropped. he was well aware that they had a two years gap between them, but he hardly thought into the consequences of getting attached to one of his upperclassmen. it was easy to say that they ‘ weren’t friends ‘ and that he cared little about him, but when you got down to it, there was no one else that midousuji had been closer to that year than ishigaki. he was hardly one to let people in and as cruel as he may have seemed to be towards the other, he was still a great deal kinder to him than most. mizuta && the like had their charms, but no one could replace the calm nature that their team’s captain emitted.

❝ gross. ❞ he muttered, only because he was having a hard time thinking of anything else to say. he couldn’t give the other the satisfaction of knowing that he’d miss him, that was far too clingy && childish for him ( even if he couldn’t deny, it was the emotions welled up inside of his chest ). ❝ whatever. i’m gunna forget about you anyways. ❞ midousuji huffed stubbornly. ishigaki would know what he meant, he was confident in that.

If there was one thing Ishigaki had not expected, it was to see some form of sadness washing over Midousuji’s face upon the mention of him graduating. The smaller male himself found himself moving the corners of his lips downwards and losing the interest to keep up a smile. That was the last thing he wanted to do! To make an underclassman sad over this kind of topic! He would’ve expected Nobu to cry his eyes out, but not Midousuji... though, in retrospect, maybe Mizuta didn’t look up to the third year anymore anyway, so there wasn’t much to grieve about. Yama, perhaps? Ah, all of that made him feel miserable, honestly. Trying to shove aside those triste thoughts, he chuckled playfully, tending his head as he moved his hands on his hips, hiding his negative thoughts and emotions very well for the sake of Akira.

“There, there! Maybe I’ll decide to come visit the team on my birthday next year! I’ll bring a cake and ask the first years if you give them hell also.” That was one way to brighten up the mood, though he couldn’t help but laughing out loud at his own words, despite how his eyes were tearing up slightly, he sniffed once in order to recollect himself.

Even when his counterpart insisted on ‘forgetting’ Koutarou, the boy kept a cheerful exterior anyway and nodded. “I see, I see. I, for one, know that I won’t forget you. I’ve never met a first year so determined and talented as you. And despite your quirks, it has always been a pleasure. I’d go as far as to claim that you taught me a very important lesson, Midousuji-kun. And that is to not be too arrogant and cocky, because chances are that it’ll bite you in your weakest spot. Thank you!”

It was nothing but the truth; Koutarou had been somewhat arrogant and cocky about being the ace and captain of this team, despite not being the best team ---- he felt as if he was on top of the world and no one could touch him, no one could harm him, or break him. Truth is, no one could break him, but certainly change his outlook on things and perhaps test his patience as well. He had grown a lot thanks to Akira, and as much as it was hurting him, wounds would heal eventually. Maybe he’d been weaker without Tomoya and Akihisa around, but with his best friends, he always found strength somewhere inside of his heart.

#hbdmido1rp #ic;#grossbiker #ooc; i welcome the ANGST :^) u know me

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