Trust Hayama to be one of those people who did things spontaneously. Miyaji can’t say he’s surprised, but it’s a bit refreshing. He didn’t consider himself a stick in the mud, but he wasn’t particularly spontaneous either. The fact that he’d even allowed himself to be dragged to Kyoto on such short notice was a miracle in and of itself. “I trust you,” Miyaji retorted, “to do something ridiculous and stupid, you crazy brat.” There’s more than a little affection in his tone despite his repeated (repeated, repeated) efforts to hide it. The older boy is more than a little relieved that Rakuzan High School is closed for the day, but he mentally promises himself that he’ll visit and meet the others another time if it means that much to Hayama. He’ll just have to clench his fists and stuff them into his pockets so he doesn’t grab the nearest projectile and hurl it through the school’s hallways. Miyaji doesn’t even consider himself a violent person per se, just a bit… impulsive. Lost in thought, he almost doesn’t glance up at Hayama’s house – but he can’t help the look of disbelief that flits across his face when he does. “Hah? This is your house? It’s – it’s big…” He bites back commenting on what he’s thinking, that all kids who go to Rakuzan must be rich bastards, because he had one of those on his own team as well. And besides, it wasn’t as if Hayama was obnoxious about it. “It’s – nice,” he grumbles. “Th-thanks for – for inviting me over.” The gratitude feels so foreign on his lips. “…I guess.”
♕ the sudden burst of laughter that leaves his lips couldn’t be helped since miyaji just sounded rather awkward in giving his thanks. the younger of the pair shoves the elder playfully, grinning brightly before tugging him inside. “thanks for accepting my offer, miyaji-san! i thought you’d reject me right in my face!” jade hues widen slightly before they curve into smiling crescents, his eyes sparkling a bit. once he kicks his shoes off and hangs his scarf up on a coat hanger, he begins to tug the blond around the large house, pointing out the obvious things excitedly. however, some time later, he drags the latter upstairs to his room, pointing to one of the many doors that they passed by. “that’s my sister’s room! the other one’s room is across from mine!” he gestures to a closed door just across from his open door. a boisterous laugh leaves his lips as he guides miyaji into his surprisingly clean room.
♕“and this is my room!” hayama finally lets go of miyaji’s hand with a warm smile, raising his brows at the elder. “whaddya think, miyaji-san? pretty cool, huh?”
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