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mikuo - 16 - male i'm mikuo and i can't be bothered to say something cool

[miikuo]

☁ festival [@seeu]

[straysinger]

“I have algebra one and chemistry, too!” The girl exclaimed, blue eyes lighting up in the dark. “In that order, first and second period. I guess that means we have morning classes together, huh, Mikuo?” She giggled, bringing her hand to her mouth to try and stifle it. Mikuo didn't seem like much of a morning person whatsoever - she could only imagine him, coffee in hand and bed hair a mess. 

She dipped her head into a curt nod at his answer, vaguely feeling a little jealous. Until—

“Although, the ones I've been to have been small, and this one looks a lot bigger.”

She lifted her head back, tilting it to the side in the process as she gave him a confused glance. “‘This one’? What do you mean by ‘this one’, Mikuo? Are.. are we at a carnival?” Her head swooped down as she looked at the ever glowing lights in front of them, suddenly so vibrant, like the light at the end of a dark train tunnel. She could hear music she’d listened to in movies before, could feel the excited cheers and happy laughs surrounding the rides. 

As they walked he listed things carnivals held, but they went in one ear and came out the other for SeeU. She had never really thought she’d ever get to see a carnival - she was nervous, but she was excited, too. She would have never guessed Mikuo would bring her here, but as she gently dug her fingers his palm at the sight of the establishment, she was incredibly glad.

“I-I wanna go on the rides!” She exclaimed, stepping to the right to turn her body to look at him. “The rides..!” Her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes digging holes into her shoes. She let out an awkward cough. “I mean… I’d like to go on the rides first, if you don’t mind.”

[miikuo]

Morning classes together. He internally groaned, hoping they had afternoon classes together. They'd be easier, after all--in the morning he was grumpier than usual, although he didn't think he was usually grumpy. Whatever, the point was that he didn't want her to see the still waking up Mikuo. But even though they were morning classes, he liked that they both shared two classes together. 

The girl seemed excited, he assumed so, at least. Nodding he opened his mouth. "Yeah, we are. You really haven't been to one before, have you?" Mikuo tilted his head. As they entered the carnival, SeeU seemed not to notice anything--it was like she zoned out to her own little planet. She was like a kid, experiencing their first fair. The thought entertained him. 

Her hands dug into his, and he sucked in a deep breath, biting his lower lip. He tried to move his hand away, but she looked too happy, he couldn't just let go of her. The boy tried to pull away from her grip. 

"I-I wanna go on the rides! The rides...!" 

Mikuo exhaled. "Then go on a ride. I'll pay for you--do you feel better?" He asked. SeeU quickly composed herself and corrected her sentence, which made Mikuo laugh under his breath. He looked up at the various rides, then back down to SeeU. "What do you want to go on?"

[miikuo]

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[miikuo]

☁ festival [@seeu]

[straysinger]

Hearing him laugh made a small smile worm it’s way onto her face, although she swore she heard him mutter something afterwards. But, even so, she hadn't managed to catch what he said (if anything at all), so she dropped the thought, leaving it behind in their dust as they continued walking. Instead, she allowed her thoughts to trail off to different things.

“We might have classes together, SeeU.”

She wasn't quite sure if she liked the way he said her name. The word struck her like a lightning bolt, as if she had forgotten who she was, and where she was, and what she was doing. Suddenly everything felt awkward - her legs felt like they weighed a ton, she had no idea where to scan her eyes, and the muscles in her hand twitched, like she had lost any memory of knowing how to hold someone’s hand.

And then she relaxed, letting out a breath. “We might, huh?” The blonde asked, letting out a small giggle. “That’d be nice,” She murmured, her eyes turning down to stare the moving ground in front of her feet that was slowly getting illuminated. Ah, they were getting closer to it - whatever it was. 

“What classes do you have?” She questioned, leaning slightly into the left (and him, she supposed) as she did so. “I.. don’t know all my classes off the top of my head, but if we have any in common, I’m sure I’ll remember it!” It was a lie, though. SeeU knew a good five out of her eight classes off by heart, but her mouth wouldn't let them slip off her tongue. Them having classes together, although nice, would be pretty painful at the same time, because they’d remain like this forever - side by side, but no interlocking hands, no straying steps, no nothing.

Just small waves over worn down desks and nods in overcrowded hallways.

“Ah, that sounds fun!” She exclaimed, letting out a small laugh afterwards. “Are they fun, Mikuo? Did you enjoy them?”

[miikuo]

He tried his best to remember his schedule. He remembered the morning classes, which was a majority of them. "Algebra one, chemistry, English, world history..." He started, looking down at her. Hopefully SeeU would enjoy the carnival--she seemed like she would like it a lot. 

"Are they fun, Mikuo? Did you enjoy them?"

Mikuo nodded, putting his free hand in his pocket. "Definitely." He responded. "Although, the ones I've been to have been small, and this one looks a lot bigger." He stared up towards the fair. 

"They usually have things like cotton candy and ferriswheels, and stupid games that give you a giant stuffed bunny if you correctly throw a ring onto a bottle." He shrugged. "But it's fun, for the most part." He managed to smile again, but it quickly disappeared within the minute. 

They were only a few yards from the carnival now. He didn't feel the need to introduce it anymore than he has talked about it already, so he stopped them at the entrance. "Would you like something to eat first, or?" He suggested.

[miikuo]

☁ festival [@seeu]

[straysinger]

He took the lead, and that was fine with SeeU, considering the fact she had no idea where the tealette had in mind for them to go. Of course, though it probably wasn't in her best interest - wandering around at night, alone with a boy she had just met, having absolutely no idea where he was leading them, she did it anyways, making sure his hand wouldn't get pulled out of hers as he walked ahead. It almost surprised her how naturally she reacted to his movements, as if just by holding hands everything about them was connected, although that terribly wasn't the case. It was just strange, was all. Holding hands was strange, but SeeU couldn't find it in herself to say she disliked it - in fact, if anything, she did.

That was a little outrageous.

“Me, too. I’m a junior, and I also just came to this school recently,” SeeU informed him, a little excited they had a decent number of things in common. Two things was better than zero in the girls mind, so she smiled as she said it. There was a one out of four chance they were in the same grade, and a fifty percent change it was their first year, but she was still happy to find out the news. “Do you like Tancho?”

“SeeU is such an odd name.”

The comment caught her a little off-guard, but she quickly recovered, having been told it her entire life. She shrugged her shoulders, although it wasn't very likely he could see or notice their movement. ‘It’s a good conversation stopper’, she wanted to try to joke, but she couldn't force the words out of her throat in time—

“Although it suits you; you’re quite the character.”

She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, embarrassed at the remark. What was that supposed to mean? Maybe he was implying he thought she was slightly insane or that she was annoying or that he wanted her to go, and wanted their conversation to end, but she wasn't quite sure. People had always commented on her name, but no one ever said anything more than it was strange. Was he saying she was, too?

“…Thank you, I think,” She replied, her voice clear, a subtle smile on her lips. “Mikuo is a nice name, too, but I’m not quite sure if that suits you,” She tried to steer the conversation. “I think Kuo would suit you better.” 

Perhaps saying that was a little stupid, she thought for a minute, as silence hung in the air. It was like giving him a nickname, wasn't it? She wanted to curse herself for being an idiot, but she understood that there were many students at Tancho. The chance of them constantly running into one another and being even casual friends (because she really didn't have any close ones) was highly unlikely. She almost wanted to frown at that fact - that as soon as this night was over, his palm would disappear from hers, and they’d probably never speak again. It made her sad.

And then he squeezed her hand, as if to remind her he was still there, for now.

“If you have other things you’d rather do, you really don’t have to make it up to me!” She hastily replied, feeling a small panic fill her lungs. “I don’t want to be a burden on you! And, even so…” She trailed off, lacing her free hand under the hem of her sweater. Her eyes stared at her moving feet, and she wondered if she should stop so they could go back. "I've already had the most fun right now since I got to Tancho, so if you need to go, it’s all right."

Guh, talk about embarrassing. And honest, too. SeeU wasn't sure why she admitted that. Perhaps it was the chance she doubted she would see him again? Or perhaps that she assumed he was too much of a good person to let her go if she was still upset. It was probably a mixture of both, she decided after some brief thought, lifting her head up with a small smile in place. 

She really was happy.

“I've.. I've never been to a carnival,” She admitted once again, but with more confidence this time. “They have a lot of rides, though, don’t they? I think I used to want to go to one as a kid,” She tried to remember, but wasn't quite sure. Her childhood was spent by mostly boredom, and she had too much time to herself to get lost in her head. She had probably had desired to be the first person to double dutch on the moon.

She tilted her head to face him, eyes brimming with curiosity. “ Isn't that a little.. random of a question?”

[miikuo]

They walked for a moment. SeeU seemed surprised from his remark about her name, but quickly put herself back together. He stared back down at her--did he say something he shouldn't have said? Or was she just zoning out? 

"...Thank you, I think. Mikuo is a nice name, too, but I'm not quite sure if that suits you; I think Kuo would suit you better." 

A nickname already? Even though they just met? Mikuo couldn't help but let out a small laugh under his breath. "Really? Kuo?" It was a simple nickname, but no one had really given him one--he wasn't that close to anyone. He knew she'd probably leave when given the chance, and so he shrugged it off. 

It turns out she was in the same year as he was. "We might have classes together, SeeU." He somewhat hoped so--having class with someone he kind of knew would be nice for change. 

"And yes, carnivals have lots of rides." He nodded ahead towards the growing near lights. "They sell a lot of food and cheap gifts, like stuffed animals and stuff." 

[miikuo]

☁ festival [@seeu]

[straysinger]

Once she felt the gentle grip on her wrist vanish, she did the same, releasing her grip on the boy. Oh, shit. Had she made him uncomfortable by doing that, or something? Her hand crashed into her side before it started a steady pace of swaying back and forth, and SeeU was thankful that she had purchased a sweater as they walked - she found the air getting colder. Or perhaps it was the situation at hand? Either way, SeeU pulled her sleeves over her bare hands before hesitantly catching a glance at him for one of the thousand times tonight.

“Um! I don’t know..” She mumbled, adverting her eyes to look at the scenery around them. The sky was clear, but that meant it held no visible stars that night, which made it feel bleak and empty, like a giant void. The sound of people chatting and laughing in the background could be heard, the voices echoing the farther they got from the festival. She could hear their feet rustling on top of grass and see no one else in their path as they walked on, and SeeU felt her stomach drop.

This awkward silence was pretty much eating her alive.

“I’m SeeU!” She interrupted the silence, voice booming. She turned her body to face him slightly, although she honestly had no idea where she was going with this. She just wanted to talk to him. “And you’re Mikuo. And.. that’s all I know about you.” She admitted, bringing up her hand farthest away from him to scratch her chin. “So, um, what grade are you in? How old are you? ..What are you doing at this festival?”

She attempted to come up with more questions, because answers sounded a lot nicer than broken silence, but he grabbed her hand and that made her drop any ideas she had at all. What was up with this guy, anyway? He was constantly grabbing onto her and then not. It was like he was having some kinda of internal battle with himself, and it made the singer want to pout like she never got to as a child. 

“Sorry.” He finally said after a long moment of silence. “I… mean… about earlier. Sorry for upsetting you. I didn't mean to.” 

She lifted her head, having barely realized it was down and staring at the ground. She tried to make out his face, tried see if guilt was eating him like bugs eat a rotting corpse, but the lights were dimmer and far away. SeeU hadn't even realized how dark it had gotten, so she instead went for the next best thing besides sending a smile his way; she gently squeezed his hand. 

“I-It’s okay!” She told him, feeling her face rise with embarrassment. How late had she said that? She mentally scolded herself. “I mean, you didn't upset me too much, and I ruined your shirt and tried to force you to buy a sweater. It was really just karma. Please don’t feel bad about it.”

[miikuo]

Mikuo raised an eyebrow at her questions. "For starters, I'm a junior. This is my first year at this school, too." He stared ahead of the two, making sure they were on the right path. And for the most part, they were. He could see the lights ahead of them, but they weren't too bright. 

He took a breath, and finally glanced over at SeeU. Just before the mass of questions, she reintroduced herself. He tilted his head ever so slightly. "SeeU is such an odd name." Mikuo definitely remembered thinking--maybe saying, he wasn't so sure--that before. "Although it suits you; you're quite the character." Whether she'd take it as a compliment or not, he didn't know. 

SeeU squeezed his hand and forgave him over the sweater--incident? If that was the right word to describe it. He smiled slightly, glad that they were in the clear. Or at least, for the most part. What a rocky way to start off a friendship. 

At this point he didn't know what else to talk about. Maybe ask her if she was enjoying the festival? Ah, probably not. She was probably looking forward to meeting a friend or seeing a certain attraction, and here he was, dragging her away. 

Mikuo tightened his grip on her hand. "Sorry for dragging you out here. I mean--you were upset I said that. I thought I'd make it up to you." He really wasn't the type to try so hard to cheer someone up, but he made an exception for her. "Do you like carnivals? I used to go to them when I was little." 

[miikuo]

☁ festival [@seeu]

[straysinger]

It spooked her slightly when he grabbed her wrist, forcing her to flinch and open her blue orbs, mind clouding with ‘what the hell was he doing?’. She had half a mind to rip herself out of his grip, but didn't  more curious than scared. He didn't quite seem like the type to grab onto people without good reason - no, he felt more like the type to avoid physical contact. Of course, she didn't truly know, but she decided to trust her instincts. “What—”

“Don’t cry, you’ll only make yourself feel worse. I’ll even buy you something, just don’t cry. You look dumb and people might stare at you.”

She bit her lip, holding back her words but still letting out a ‘hmph!’. “I wasn't about to cry!” She protested, although it was slightly far from the truth. She wasn't going to cry here, at least, jeez. Give a girl some credit! It became very apparent Mikuo wasn't like that prince charming she used to hear other school girl’s whispering about as a child, but somehow, SeeU felt oddly comforted by his words, her guilt vanishing into thin air. 

“And I don’t look dumb—” She was cut off, getting pulled and losing her balance. She stumbled, but managed to keep herself from falling, in the meanwhile grabbing change with her free hand and tossing it (gently) on the stall’s counter, praying it was more than enough. She thought to scold him but quickly ignored it, working on getting herself at a similar pace as him.

On any other day, at any other place, SeeU would probably have wiggled out of his grip and turned to leave, mumbling a thanks and another apology before disappearing, but she couldn't force the words ‘let go of me‘ out of her throat. She was lonely, and he was alone, so it seemed like a good combination, right? Just for tonight, she told herself. She’d do some things with him to make it up for ruining his shirt and getting him a sweater - it really was the least she could do.

 ”Would you like to look around, or play a game?”

She nodded her head meekly, before realizing he needed an answer that she didn't have. What did people do at festivals, anyways? Didn't they just like, sing and dance, or something? SeeU had absolutely no idea. Refusing to admit it to the teal haired boy, though, she twisted her arm slightly so she was able to grab onto his wrist (which admittedly looked and felt pretty awkward) and walked by his side.

“Well, uh, can we just.. walk, I guess? And uh.. talk..?” She proposed, gulping afterwards. “Although, if you have any better ideas, we can do that!” She attempted to smile, feeling a bit happier.

Maybe coming here wasn't the worst mistake she ever made - as long as he didn't open his mouth again.

[miikuo]

They were walking now. SeeU had managed to catch up with his pace and twist her hand around so she was holding onto his wrist. He looked down at their hands, and he let go of her to adjust themselves. It was kind of awkward, holding hands with someone you just met, so for now, he let go. 

"Well, uh, can we just.. walk, I guess? And uh.. talk..?"

Mikuo raised an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah." He answered. "What would you like to talk about?" She was probably wondering why he was dragging her away. He didn't give too much thought to it anymore; he just wanted to cheer her up. 

He felt bad about almost making her cry, that of which she said she wasn't crying, so it was natural he wanted to make her happy, right? Sighing, he tried to remember as much of the festival as he could. There was a carnival nearby, only a few minute's walk, and that sounded fun--games, cotton candy, all that stuff. The boy turned, dragging SeeU out of the festival and trying his best to remember the directions. Below their feet the grass was partially worn down. This was probably the pathway other students made as they went to the carnival--hopefully. 

It was somewhat dark out, barely light enough for them to see. He grabbed onto her hand, just in case she might trip on something. 

"Sorry." He finally said after a long moment of silence. "I... mean... about earlier. Sorry for upsetting you. I didn't mean to." 

[miikuo]

☁ festival [@seeu]

[straysinger]

It was interesting to watch the boy look at the sweaters, to say the least. He seemed a bit puzzled, as if he was making a life altering decision, which was bit humorous to the girl. She had never seen someone shop so.. picky. But then again, SeeU was never a picky shopper because she couldn't have been - she always went to the cheapest things. It was a bit amusing, even if she herself weren't going to get anything.

But then SeeU couldn't help but take notice of the more colorful and vibrant sweaters, ones Mikuo had quickly glanced over without hesitation. There were purples, tons of oranges and reds, a few greens and blues, a ton of yellow, and Mikuo had to go and pick out one that was light brown. SeeU almost wanted to stick out her tongue in disgust, mainly because she hated that color, and kept herself composed as she continued looking.

However, she found herself getting more and more aware of the cool air whisking against her skin, and she almost want to chug down some apple cider - although much to her dismay, it was on someone’s shirt. Thinking quickly and desperate to not be cold, SeeU grabbed the first sweater she could find and handed some money to the worker. She had more than enough to buy sweaters for the two of them, anyways, and she deserved a treat for even coming here, although the idea was stupid.

The sweater she picked out was blue, and as she finished pulling it over current top and getting her hair (well, most of it) out from under it, he spoke.

“But why can’t I go back to my dorms? I think I would have suffered less embarrassment than going around the festival wearing this.”

She flushed with embarrassment, feeling incredibly rude and stupid. Idiot, idiot, idiot! Of course he would rather go back to his dorm. Of course he would! These sweaters were stupid, and this idea was stupid, and she was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“I’m really sorry!” She giggled, feeling almost as bad as she did walking around and noticing all the couples. “I just thought that you were walking to meet someone, and I didn't want you to make you more late than already did, so buying you a sweater would be a better option. I-I didn't realize you hated the idea of wearing a sweater that much..” She trailed off, before she shook her head and put on a grin, grinding her teeth so she wouldn't do something even stupider - like cry.

“I’m really sorry, Mikuo! I guess I just wasn't thinking.. Coming to the festival was a bad idea, anyways. I still need to make it up to you, though, so if you gave me a description of whoever it is you’re meeting, I could go and try to find them, and tell them you’ll be late as you go back to your dorm and change.” She laced her fingers under her sweater, pulling the fabric down and allowing her eyes to fall to the ground.

Pathetic. She felt pathetic and useless, always causing misfortune for other people, like a black cat. 

“I’m… really sorry for wasting more of your time, Mikuo-kun.” She murmured, lifting her head up and closing her eyes, her grin changing into a small smile. 

Too bad sorry was never good enough.

[miikuo]

Mikuo looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "It's not that I hate wearing sweaters," He said. "I just...don't know how to say it properly. You could say that these sweaters aren't really the best of my interest." She was wearing one of the sweaters as well. "I'm not meeting anyone, either, so don't worry." He did feel a little sorry for SeeU--all she wanted to do was fix her mess up, and he just made her feel terrible.

She lowered her gaze, her voice quieter. 

"I'm...really sorry for wasting your time, Mikuo-kun." 

She was cute, trying to hide her true feelings. SeeU probably wanted to leave as soon as she got the chance to, but Mikuo grabbed her wrist to prevent any ideas. A small smirk played across his lips. 

"Don't cry, you'll only make yourself feel worse." He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out some change. "I'll even buy you something, just don't cry. You look dumb and people might stare at you."

Although his words were kind of... blunt, or unneeded in general, he did want her to feel better already. He hated seeing people upset--especially if he made them upset. "Would you like to look around, or play a game?" He started walking, still tightly holding onto SeeU. 

[miikuo]

☁ festival [@seeu]

[straysinger]

SeeU took the distinct lead of the two, more or less dragging the boy behind her. It was obvious for her to notice his resistance, but she acted like she didn’t realize it was there, and he soon gave into her. She almost wanted to laugh to herself - people really didn’t like good gestures anymore, did they? Perhaps they were a little outdated, SeeU remarked to herself. She wouldn’t be any of the wiser - she mainly kept away from society (or maybe they had kept away from her?).

Isolated from society or not, it was obvious to anyone how tacky these sweaters were, and it seemed the closer they got to the stall, the worse they looked. It became increasingly more and more difficult for SeeU to stifle her laughs, but she still tired. It was funny, though - she hadn’t know this Mikuo character for more than two minutes, and only just learned his name, but she somehow knew he’d never be caught dead in one of these sweaters. She almost felt bad for him, but the guilt rumbling in her gut (probably mixing with stomach acid and apple cider) didn’t give her much of an option.

Once they arrived at the stall, and SeeU was more or less sure he wouldn’t run away at the first second, she released her grip on his wrist, the cool air suddenly making her want to grab it again.

Instead, she stuffed her palm into her pocket, pulling out a few bills. She never did carry around a wallet; She didn’t have one to her name. Buying things was something the blonde never really did, and for the last four years the money she kept, she saved. Sure she’d have enough cash, she lifted her head and looked around, taking notice of all the people around them and shivering uncomfortably.

At least she wasn’t alone, right?

“I’m SeeU,” She told him, turning to face him with a small smile on her face. “Pick out any sweater you want - although, I won’t let you leave without one.” She snickered, closing her eyes and turning back to the booth.

[miikuo]

SeeU, what an odd name. Well, certainly one he hadn't heard before. She came him the choice to pick out his own sweater. He didn't like that thought at all; he'd rather take the chance and run for his dorm. All of the sweaters were ugly, especially the holiday ones. 

The stall's keepers greeted him, looking at his shirt. They gave him a nervous smile and a forced laugh--knowing the only reason he was buying a sweater was because he had to. 

Mikuo scanned the walls, looking for something that wasn't too terrible. But to his luck, there wasn't much any better than the previous. He regretted staying here--if he had ran earlier, surely he could have gotten away before she caught up with him. It wasn't because of her nice deeds--it was good to know that she felt guilty for messing his shirt up. He just really, really didn't like the sweaters in front of him. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing SeeU watching him closely, then rolled his eyes. 

There were sweaters for every season--but the majority of them were for upcoming holidays such as Halloween and Christmas. 

He didn't want to disappoint the girl, and picked up the one on the end of one of the tables. It was a light brown, with snowflakes all over the front side. Snowmen lined the bottom of it, though. This seemed decent, didn't it? It wasn't too tacky, but still something he would never, ever wear again. 

He turned and held it up for SeeU to see. "This one's okay, I guess." He mumbled, quickly folding it over his arm so no one else would see. "But why can't I go back to my dorms? I think I would have suffered less embarrassment than going around the festival wearing this." Mikuo didn't want to hurt her feelings by saying he didn't like the sweaters, but he couldn't lie to her, could he? 

"Ah, thanks anyways." Mikuo said. He'd only wear it if she wanted him to. And since she was buying him one, he assumed she would want him to wear it, huh? Sighing, Mikuo put it on for SeeU, then looked down at it. He didn't like it that much, but of course, who did like cheap, tacky sweaters? 

[miikuo]

☁ festival [@seeu]

[straysinger]

SeeU had never been to a festival, if that wasn’t surprising enough. As a kid, she never had anyone to take her, and as a preteen, not only did she not have friends to go with, but she was always too busy working to even think about attending. But now she was out of work, now she was old enough to walk around the stalls alone, and the school was hosting a fall festival. There was nothing stopping her now.

The cool autumn air send shivers up and down her spine as it pricked her skin, although her pink lips and her insides were kept warm by the apple cider she kept near her mouth and was constantly sipping. She had never had such a drink before, and still didn’t know how she felt about it, but she was wearing her classical outfit, which probably wasn’t the smartest idea, so she kept at it, filling her stomach with the warm liquid.

There were a lot of stalls, each hosted by different people with smiling faces. Some were food stalls, some sold jewelry and other things, some had games, SeeU had all learned as she walked around. She saw lots of faces, too, various people running by and around her, names being shouted into a void of more names being shouted. The noise was almost pleasant, as if a distraction from all the silence SeeU had faced in her life, but the blonde felt nothing but bitter to it all, despite the fact she was trying to enjoy herself. 

She was lonely.

This obviously wasn’t the first time, but seeing everyone else running to different stalls, showing off bracelets they were trying on to their friends - it left the old singer feeling like she was a shadow among them. How stupid she was to think she could come and have fun at a festival like this! Ideas like that were impossible for her. She was used to being alone, yes, that was true. It had always been something for her, but she had learned that being alone in a crowd was something that would always stab into her heart. 

She regretted coming out here, that much was for sure, and without missing a step she quickly spun around and start speed walking back in the direction of her dorm, or what she guessed was such. Her eyes focused on her foam cup, watching her apple cider splash against the sides of it’s container with her every movement. It was calming her down considerably, and SeeU almost thought maybe she could handle getting a snack from one the stalls before leaving due to this, until she crashed into someone.

It wasn’t a big collusion, mind you. SeeU might have been walking fast but she had decent enough instincts to try and avoid it, although she considerably failed. Her cup tipped forward, the hot liquid sloshing out of it’s cage and onto the person’s shirt, much to SeeU’s horror. She was having a bad day, but that wasn’t any reason for her to ruin another person’s festival trip. The cup hit the ground into almost silence, but SeeU barely paid notice.

“I’m so sorry!” She squeaked, looking up to see a male, which almost scared her for a second. He had short teal hair framing his face and matching colored eyes to go along with it, and SeeU felt something stir inside her. Oh, right, guilt. She had probably just destroyed this guy’s day. He was good looking, she guessed - he was sharp, clean, but he seemed a little stotic. It wasn’t impossible that he was meeting his girlfriend or something of the sorts, though.

As quick as these thoughts flooded into the girl’s mind, though, she took more notice to his shirt, and let a curse word slip off her tongue. “Shit. Ugh, I’m so sorry. The male dorms are also pretty far away from here, but you can’t go walking around with a shirt like that..” She trailed off, trying to think of something - anything she could do to spare the guy a walk of shame back to the dorms. Looking at her surroundings (and trying to avoid the happy pairings of people), she saw a stall selling sweaters.

Really, really, really tacky sweaters.

“Ah, come on!” She cried out quickly, looking for the male’s palm. Holding a guy’s hand, it was something she had never even considered before, so she took his wrist instead, and began dragging him to said stall. “I’ll buy you a sweater to wear over that! But.. uh.. Can I ask your name?”

She wasn’t really sure why she asked such a question, other than the reason that she wanted to learn his name. He seemed almost a little.. mysterious, to her. Although she supposed all strangers did, she was never one to want to learn names; She wanted to know a little bit about him, even if he was about to disappear from her sights and run to meet his girlfriend as soon as she paid for his new sweater.

[miikuo]

He began to walk again, making a mental side note to come back to the stalls after the festival calmed down a bit. Mikuo looked up at the lanterns by each stall. They weren't very bright, but with the amount there was at the festival, it was enough to still allow people to see quite clearly. It wasn't too dark outside--but it seemed to be getting kind of dark. 

Mikuo put one of his hands in his pockets as he walked. All the food stalls looked good, too, maybe he'd stop by them after he looked around? 

The festival seemed like typical school festivals, give or take the ice skating rink. He never realized there was such a rink--but then again, it may be just a temporary attraction, like how you could set up a bouncy house on a kid's birthday. 

Suddenly, he hit something, which quickly backed away and was replaced with a burning substance. 

"I'm so sorry--!"

Oh, crap. He wasn't paying attention, and now he ran into someone. Jeez. "I--" He tried to start, looking at the other person in front of him. It was a girl, who was staring at the mess on his shirt. Mikuo narrowed his eyes, almost like a glare. "--It was partly my fault," he said, calming down. "I wasn't looking where I was going." 

But the girl didn't seem to pay much attention to what he had to say. She frantically looked around, then grabbed his wrist. He could feel himself getting pulled by her, and when Mikuo looked up, he saw it was--instead of the dorms--the tacky sweater stall. Shit, of all places, too! He tried to pull away, but didn't give it too much effort. "I can make it to the dorms, trust me!" 

"I'll buy you a sweater to wear over that! But.. uh.. Can I ask your name?"

Mikuo frowned, looking around. A couple of people had glanced over and saw them, but for the most part, not a soul noticed them. 

"Mikuo, and really, you don't have to buy me a sweater...!" Ah, he could tell she would be persistent and would not let him go until she did something to make up for it. She seemed like the type who would try to help as much as she could. He really didn't want to be seen in a sweater like these though, but if it couldn't be helped... Jeez, he really shouldn't have come here. Or at least, now. 

[miikuo]

☁ festival [@seeu]

He was bored. There was nothing that could really stop it. There was also some sort of festival going on. A culture festival, was it? Either way, it cancelled classes for a while. He debated on going, but what was the point? It's not like he had friend to go with, anyway. He had seen flyers promoting various activities, such as eating contests, wine tasting booths, etc. 

Part of him wanted to go. He was curious, after all. But part of him kept himself in his dorm room, on the bed. Mikuo groaned. He might as well go to kill time, shouldn't he? He got up. Were uniforms mandatory? He would think not, it was a school event. Usually they didn't require uniforms, right? He wouldn't have put his on, anyways. 

The boy put his jacket on and left his dorm, going to the stalls. There were many different items being sold. He saw a stall full of ugly sweaters. He frowned. The thought of having to wear one of those made him almost shiver. 

He spotted those classic games, such as candy carving, goldfish scooping, ring throwing games, whatever else. They didn't interest him too much, though it would be fun to try. Mikuo stood there, hesitating. There were many other things to do--ice skating, pumpkin carving. 

Maybe he'd try them, and maybe he'd run into someone he knew. Or at least recognized. 

[miikuo]

drafted the replies to my open and i'll,, post them tomorrow

[miikuo]

Afterschool ( Open!! )

He had wanted to go to a big school before. He couldn't remember when--or how--that thought had ever crossed his mind. He gazed up at the school. How long had he been here, two weeks? Three? Time seemed to fly by quite quickly to him. Mikuo approached the school, reaching out to open the door. School was over, why was he going back in? Right, because he forgot his notebook. 

Jeez, what a bother. He didn't want to go back at all--he wanted to be in his dorm room, doing whatever else. Except this. 

He climbed the stairs and made his way down the appropriate hallway to the classroom, then slid the door open. There was someone by the windows, and he chose not to acknowledge them for now. Mikuo found his notebook in his desk's shelf, and sat his schoolbag on the desk. He opened it and put the notebook in, then closed it and slung it over his shoulder. 

The person didn't move too much. "Um," Mikuo started. He didn't want to deal with anyone at the moment, but this person made him curious. "what are you doing? Class is over. Shouldn't you be in your dorms?" Unless they forgot something, like him, huh? He doubted that. They seemed to just be looking out of the window. 

"Hello?" 

[miikuo]

straysinger replied to your post

i’m speaking the language of our love how can you not understand it

what love

[straysinger]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT LOVE

ARE YOU SAYING IT DOESN’T EXIST??????

touches forehead

are you burning up.. for me

[miikuo]

BYE

[miikuo]

straysinger replied to your post

i’m speaking the language of our love how can you not understand it

what love

[miikuo]

야옹

the hell are you saying

[straysinger]

i’m not finished yet!

[miikuo]

yes, you are.

[miikuo]

straysinger replied to your post

i’m making you clean

bye