[RP Log] Types
Hello! This is my first rp log, collected and slightly edited of my rp with Azusa over the past day! Changes are implied with breaks and '--'. Please enjoy! For this particular RP, I was the one who posted the starter. Please be warned that this is slightly shippy!
Title: Types Rating: PG! Participants: Tsubasa and Azusa Summary: Tsubasa overhears a conversation about girls during lunch and decides to call Azusa and ask what type he likes.
Tsubasa always thought a lot.
Well, of course he did; you'd think- he's an inventor, he has to think.
But he didn't mean that kind of think.
Sometimes- most times- it didn't seem like it, he'd zoom through rooms without much thought and assemble odd looking machines while shouting whimsical things that came together at the tip of his tongue instead of inside his mind.
But really, he did think.
Sometimes, when he came home he'd lay on his bed, stare at the small planetarium he built and mounted on his ceiling and think. He'd think about things that happened that day, awkward stresses and pulls in his chest that wound up with distracted assemblies that eventually exploded into.. well, explosions. Like himself. And sometimes, he'd wake up in the middle of a room he had no recollection of transferring to; staring at Hayato and Kazuki discuss the school festival and wondering just where he fit into all of this. He kept telling himself that things were better this way, that it's better to have nothing at all than to have something and lose it but things are outstandingly lonely that way and he was just human. He'd stare and think I want to say something but nothing would come out, nothing appropriate and personal things were not his forte and when he blinked again he found his face stretched into a smile and Kazuki yelling at him not to call him an old man.
Today was one of those days.
He stretched out over his bed, a folding futon perpetually stuck at half fold and wiggled his toes- body growing a little too long for the old thing and head falling over the edge to stare at the evening sky. He'd lost track of time in the science lab, and over the walk home sunset had happened and the stars were just starting to come out. He had homework, he knew- he sat around in random courses sometimes and somehow his workload for the day had amounted to natal astronomy and astrophysics assignments. He lifted his head, looked over to where his bag had been slung over the bedpost and lazily nudged it with his foot. He remembered overhearing something during lunch today, Azusa and Yoh and Kazuki talking about girlfriends and Tsukiko and he slumped over again, wondering about girls. Tsukiko was nice, everyone liked her- he liked her, and that in itself was rare- nice and sweet and always thinking the best for others. He wondered if he liked her as a girlfriend, thought that it would be nice if it was like that but he wasn't sure if he really felt tugs in his heart or if he just wanted something so badly that he thought he did.
The more he thought, the more agitated he got and he glared at the vague outline of Virgo that he could make out in the sky without his glasses.
Azusa would make it better.
Azusa always made everything better.
Because Azusa was in already, inside that little dome he had built around himself and he didn't feel those second thought tugs of anxiousness when it was Azusa who suddenly grabbed at his inventions, didn't panic when he looked him straight in the eyes and asked questions.
He'd call Azusa, he decided- homework could wait.
Tsubasa flopped over, reaching under the futon with practiced ease as he groped for the wireless landline. His fingers started pressing the numbers even before his hand came back into view and he rolled over and snuggled the phone to his neck, staring at an old elephant shaped watering machine from times past.
Three rings, and he spoke before Azusa had the oppertunity to say 'hello'.
"Hey, Azusa; What's your type?"
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Azusa had been reminiscing over a select few memories before he sloppily grabbed the phone from off of his nightstand, receiving the phone call from Tsubasa. He was the only person that ever called.
For hours he had been searching the corners of his mind while staring up at the makeshift stars on his ceiling, watching as they swirled about like tadpoles in a shallow pond. What he was searching for was something that was a bit difficult to grasp: he was trying to recollect moments where he could remember the colour. Maybe he had missed it. Forgot those moments.
He went back as far as his memory could take him, which curiously enough was only about to when he met Tsubasa. He remembers the colour in that memory. But he was a child. Anything could interest a child as far as he was concerned. Or maybe he was being modest about the interesting qualities of the taller boy. He couldn’t tell.
The next memory that passed across his mind was the last time he could remember colour; when he met Tsukiko. He never could figure out what it was about her that triggered such a response. Even now he couldn’t think of a plausible answer. Why her? The thought was immediately pushed back into the depths of his mind when he heard his phone ringing.
He went to say hello but was cut off by what Tsubasa had said. My type?
“What do you mean, Tsubasa? …My blood type…?” He raised one of his eyebrows as he sat up a bit, resting his head on his arm lazily.
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"Nu." It was a no and a laugh that got cut up and mashed up in the middle, Tsubasa's mood suddenly lifting a few dimensions at the sound of Azusa's voice. He realized belatedly that he sounded a bit like a teenage girl, but what did that matter? If it was fun then it was fine; and besides- it was only him and Azusa right now. It wasn't like it mattered. "Like.. the type that you're attracted to. I think, you guys were talking about that during lunch right?"
He couldn't remember if they were talking about personality or physical traits like spunkiness or having big boobs (though he distinctly remembers 'being able to cook' coming into play sometime along with Suzuya's indignant 'hey!') but he didn't really feel comfortable discussing it with others and he felt like now would be a good time to make up for lost conversation. Azusa's opinions were always very important to him, and he rolled around and clapped his hands to turn on the lights.
"I think I remember Kana-tan saying something about long legs."
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Azusa went back in time, mentally, to the conversation at lunch. He didn’t know how they had gotten to the topic and vaguely remembered the content of the conversation as well. He scratched his head lightly, remembering how uninterested he was in the conversation. He didn’t really have a ‘type’, usually not taking much interest in anyone or anything at all.
That’s when he heard Tsubasa mention long legs. He couldn’t help but to lose balance, feeling his head plop down against the pillow as he burst into laughter. The thought of Tsubasa being interested in something other than technology instantly produced this reaction from Azusa. He never for a moment imagined Tsubasa in a relationship … much less liking anyone to begin with.
He muffled his laughter by pressing his face into the pillow beneath him, moving the phone away to distance himself from the speaker. After about a minute he regained his composure and pressed the phone to his ear again, summing up the strength to reply.
“W-Why do you want to k-know, Tsubasa?” He stopped the giggle from escaping his throat, slapping his hand against his mouth. Tsubasa was just so … innocent!
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"Er." He could hear the shifting of air against the mic in the phone, which could only mean that Azusa was laughing and trying to hide it. He felt something bubble up from his chest, heat that colored his face and his ears and he curled up, burying his face into his knees as he groaned. "Don't make fun of meeeeee."
But the question was a good one, and Tsubasa's brows furrowed as he thought about it. Why did he want to know? He looked up past his knees to where the elephant watering robo rested, uncurling just as fast and rolling onto his stomach. The answer was fairly obvious, he was interested because..
Well, because.
It was a bit too embarrassing to admit even inside his own head.
He adjusted his shoulder's hold around the phone, undoing the clip atop his head and blowing away the stray bangs that fell on top of his eyes.
"I'm just.. curious, I guess. I thought everyone had one. Don't you?"
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He chuckled a bit. Not at Tsubasa, but at himself. “I should have known you’d be curious about that eventually. You’re curious about everything …” He sat up and crossed his legs to sit Indian style, pressing his back against the wall that he bed was against. Before speaking again he stretched out his arms in front of him, somewhat forgetting that the phone was in one of his hands before bringing it back to his ear. “Hm, I don’t really have one. You know me, not interested in anything. Same old, same old. And no, not everyone has a type. It depends, really.” He thought back again to see if he could remember Tsubasa ever seeming to have a crush before realizing he only knew him as a child and again at an almost-all-boys school. He was quiet for a moment before speaking up again. “Why, Tsubasa? Do you think you have a ‘type’?”
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Tsubasa listened intently, attempting to make out what was happening on the other end of the line as he heard shifts and breathing. Azusa wouldn't make fun of him- well, he would; but he wouldn't really be making fun of him. Teasing, more like; and waited for the inevitable poking chuckle but was met with none. The signal was never given, and he soon found himself drifting around with the ups and downs of Azusa's voice- because Azusa's voice was nice. It was one of the few that he really appreciated, along with Yoh's because of his pretty accent and Hayato's because it just had that tone. His thought tracks derailed for a second, and Tsubasa thought that it would be a lot more efficient and overall pleasant change if the vice president went from scraping a chalkboard to just singing to silence him. He'd definitely pay attention..
And then he heard Azusa's voice grow quiet, asking him if he himself had a type and his mind broke for a second.
Did he? What did he like? Of his list of people- out of all of that; he liked-
Well, he liked-
And he couldn't pin anything down, because each person in the top five were all so different. It was because of that that they were nice, and when he tried to discern why he liked them it always ended up looping back to 'because they're them'. And out of those top five, Azusa took up the top three slots. The reason why was obvious enough; and in his mind that just meant that he liked Azusa the most, right? And so Tsubasa thought, and after a moment's hesistation opened his mouth.
"If I did, it'd probably be someone like you anyway."
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Azusa sat in silence for a minute or two, not really taking in what Tsubasa had just said. His emotions were ranging in embarrassment and confusion. More of the latter, though. How could anyone like someone so … indecisive. Maybe he was biased against himself. He spent the majority of his life being down on himself. His wild insecurities often got the better of him, his confidence in his mental abilities being just a guise.
He twiddled his thumbs a bit, feeling his cheeks turns red from the blush, raising up his legs to hug them. He sighed lightly before speaking again. “U-Uh … What about me?” He quickly extended his arm so that the phone wasn’t near him, scrunching up his face and slapping his forehead, muttering the word “stupid” quietly before placing the phone on his ear again.
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Tsubasa blinked, thought train lost for a split second. That second allowed him to realize what he just said however, and in that context-
Tsubasa flumped back backwards and covered his face with his hands, slapping the phone on his forehead in the process. Azusa was waiting though, and after spending a few minutes (ugh, stupid, idiot) rubbing the sore spot over his right eye, Tsubasa forced out a shaky reply.
"Nuhahaha ha ha.. I-I guess something like you? I-I don't really know, I mean. Azusa is Azusa but when I thought about people that I liked your face was the first to pop up so I thought 'oh, it'll probably be something like him'..? I think..?" Each word that left his lips had him growing more and more tense and after a brief moment he set the phone down and pulled at his shirt. What was he doing?! He didn't know. He felt much to embarrassed to bei n the light now, and he clapped his hands to turn off the lights and stared out of the window. The night sky clearly visible by now, and he found himself looking for constellations. He heard something from the other side of the phone, and realizing that he had gotten side tracked again; picked it up hastily.
"A-Anyway! I told you mine so you have to tell me yours!"
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Azusa squinted his eyes a bit when he heard the word ‘something’. Something like me? The blush on his cheeks began to fade and he felt his muscles relax beneath his skin. Maybe Tsubasa was confused. That would explain why anyone would even think to like him. It was the only other explanation. After all, Tsubasa is incredibly innocent. Maybe he just meant it in a friend kind of way and Azusa was developing a false sense of hope. A false sense of hope? What was he thinking? Was it possible that he was … interested in Tsubasa?
He continued to rattle his brain with various thoughts as the sound of shifting and static filled the other end of the phone, hearing Tsubasa murmuring to himself. A short time later he heard the noise settle before hearing Tsubasa’s voice making another request.
“R-Right … my type …” He buried his face in his knees again, hugging his legs in the process. He groaned quietly, the sound being muffled. “I don’t really have one, Tsubasa …”
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"Really?!" Tsubasa was surprised, and it showed in his voice. Azusa was- well, Azusa was mr popular. Everyone got along with him, and he thought for sure that he'd have some sort of inclination towards a certain type of person. Or maybe it was because he didn't have one that he got along with everyone? For Tsubasa who only got along with the student council and Azusa, it'd certainly make sense. But he was still confused, and he continued to rattle on without noticing Azusa's change in tone. "I mean- I thought you- Well, you're sort of perfect so I thought that you'd definitely- I mean, you're awesome! Sort of like the sun. A-And I don't know?"
I was sort of hoping that you'd say someone tall.
He laughed, and only at the lack of reply from the other end did he begin to notice that something was actually very, very wrong.
"...Azusa?"
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Azusa couldn’t help but to giggle at the comparison to the sun, noticing the worried tone in Tsubasa’s voice soon after. He adopted a stoic expression so that his emotions didn’t falter again. “I’m nowhere near perfect, Tsubasa … You’re more perfect than I am. You like everything and everyone … You have interest in everything. I’m so … non-universal. Plus, you’re the sweetest person I know and you do no harm. Anyone would be lucky to have you!” He couldn’t help but to blush again at the last thing he said, beginning to ponder what was possessing him to say all of this. If I’m the sun, then you must be the moon.
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Tsubasa listened to the words carefully, resisting the urge to rebuff each and every one of them. Sure, he had interest in things, but it wasn't like he was able to touch them. And even like now, he wanted to say something to cheer Azusa up but didn't know what. What's the point in feeling things if you can't do anything about them? Things.. happen. And depending on them was dangerous, especially things that change their minds easily like people. But even so- it was so- and-
It was really lonely.
He felt something clench in his chest, and Tsubasa brought his knees to his front as he thought. Azusa was saying non-universal like it was a bad thing. Isn't it a good thing? Tsubasa thought it was a good thing. Being different was good, it was good right? He liked him because he was non-universal. He turned his head to the side, looking at the elephant and all the memories that came with it.
It's an individual trait.
It'd be boring if you were the same as everyone else, right?
There'll definitely be someone who'll chose you for who you are.
"...Azusa, are you lonely?"
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He pondered the question for a while, trying to figure out how exactly to answer. He was at a loss of words a bit. He never really considered the possibility that he felt alone. Often times he was distracted by everything in his daily life, never really allowing himself much thinking time. “Well … it depends on how you mean, exactly. Lonely in what way?” He squinted his eyes again, judging his own words harshly. He usually spoke with much more confidence, but he was slipping now, for some reason.
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"L-Like, ah.." He'd finally gotten Azusa to slip a little, and Tsubasa knew that he sucked at the whole comforting shtick but Azusa always comforted him and he had to try at least. "I-I don't know, like me, sometimes? It doesn't.. It doesn't need to be an outward loneliness, it's just that sometimes I'll look at something like I just woke up and there'll be this empty feeling in my chest.."
Is it because there's nothing there?
"I.. I'm not good at this." Tsubasa blurted out at last, drawing his knees closer. He stared at the elephant across the room like it had all the answers, asking it to give him strength and with a small lapse of thinking, realized it just might.
It was perfect.
"Azusa, do you remember that watering machine I made when we first met?"
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Azusa listened to all that Tsubasa had to say intently, making sure not to miss a single word. He tried making sense of what he was saying when Tsubasa gave him a simpler question to ask. His mind was suddenly flooded with the memory of when the two met.
When he saw the watering machine Tsubasa had invented.
When he saw Tsubasa smile, which had already seemed like a rare thing.
When he heard Tsubasa’s laugh for the first time.
He allowed himself to focus on the elephant-shaped watering machine, raising an eyebrow mentally at what significance it would have to the conversation. “Of course. What about it?”
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Tsubasa winced at the almost nonplussed tone of voice that the other had, forcing himself over the edge of the futon to go and get the blue piece of weathered plastic. Don't back down now, even if you get hurt it's to help Azusa.
"I. I still have it, and what you said at that time the.." His mind dipped into memories, and he shook his head to realign his thoughts. His voice was coming out shaky, weak, and he wondered for a moment if someone with that sort of wavering voice can hope to reach out to anyone. He cleared his throat and continued. "I still, it's been my strength this whole time; you know? When I moved out of grandpa's house, that was the only thing I took with me besides some pictures. W-What you said back there it's been.. It's been giving me strength this whole time, and I want to do that for you too! I mean, I can be your watering can? Wait, no.."
Somewhere in his monologue his humility had kicked in and he floundered, wondering what he was trying to say and desperately grasping at straws. Too many words tried to claw their way out of his throat at once and he made a sort of strangled noise, putting the watering machine down and plopping down on the floor.
There'll definitely be someone who'll chose you for who you are.
"I like you the way that you are, Azusa." His voice went soft, and he wondered why his chest hurt so much. "And I'm not the only one, so.."
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Azusa listened to Tsubasa’s heartfelt speech, hugging his knees even tighter with every passing word. So many things were racing through his mind. He could hardly process them all. Repeated flashes of memories from when they met kept flooding his mind. They were vivid, yet fleeting. He remembered what he had said to Tsubasa. He could never forget. What he said was the truth, from the bottom of his heart. He couldn’t help but to tear up slightly at Tsubasa’s words, the droplets forming pools at the bottom of his eyes. He bit his lip gently, pressing his knees closer onto his chest, hoping to stop the butterflies within.
What was this feeling? It was like Azusa was seeing colour once more. But it was different. It wasn’t the same. It was more like feeling the colour. “T-Tsubasa …” He quickly buried his face into his knees again, feeling the cold liquid stream down his face. He never thought that someone would like him the way he was. He didn’t even like him the way he was. He knew the advice he gave to Tsubasa all those years ago was right, but he never considered taking it for himself. He didn’t know what to feel. He was at a loss for not only words, but a thought process as well.
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"A-Azusa?" Tsubasa's slouched posture straightened up immediately at the strangled sounding whisper, clutching the phone to his ear with both hands. Fuck, he didn't want to make him cry. His first reaction was an unidentifiable anger at the person who shook the usually beaming boy off of his sun chariot but then he realized that it was himself and the frustration and pressure in his chest doubled. He didn't know what to say, and so for a few minutes didn't say anything at all.
Listening to Azusa's heavy breathing and barely there whimpers was hurting his heart, and he brought the elephant down from the shelf and curled up on the floor next to the window, hugging the beaten up plastic machine to his chest. That pressure was climbing up from his chest, clawing through his esophagus and tightening his lungs until he couldn't breathe and before he knew it he was crying, much louder and much more shamelessly than the brunette across the line. He didn't like this feeling, but it was for Azusa and that somehow made it okay.
"I-I'll be here, okay? If you.. If you ever want someone to talk to, I'm over here. I meant what I said before, I can be your watering can." His fingers curled over the blue plastic, and some part of his mind wondered where the controller for this particular machine went before deciding that it didn't matter. He'd put it down to shake Azusa's hand at that time, and he didn't intend to pick it back up again if that was the case. He looked at the blurry elephant in his lap, that one line from those memories playing in his mind and looping on repeat and god it was so selfish but--
You know, Tsubasa; There'll definitely be someone who'll-
"So chose me."
-for who you are.
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The moment Azusa heard Tsubasa crying he came back to his senses. He took his free hand and dug the palm into his eyes to forcibly wipe away the tears, sniffling loudly to clear his now stuffy nose. Once he was done drying his eyes to the point that they were as red he listened to what Tsubasa was saying. He could feel his heart burning at the sound of his shameless crying, letting a distraught look cross his features. He thought about what to say in response to Tsubasa’s last words.
I can be your watering can.
He mustered up the courage to speak but before he could mutter a single word he heard on the other end, “So choose me.” He squinted his eyes with great force, making sure the tears that would undoubtedly come didn’t escape. Burying his face into his knees for the umpteenth time he began to think about the past.
You can make them because you are you.
He almost physically slapped his face with his palm again, opting instead to mentally do so. How stupid was he to not notice when Tsubasa closed his eyes as he was clutching the remote to the watering machine.Tsubasa only closes his eyes when he’s happy … He was happy. How did he never notice that until now? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Being weird is an individual trait. It’d be boring if you were the same as everyone else, right? You have something that only you possess.
There’ll definitely be someone who’ll choose you for who you are.
He never thought he would be the one who’d be given the opportunity to choose Tsubasa for who he was. He didn’t know what Tsubasa saw in him, honestly. Azusa had grown so naturally attached to Tsubasa that he didn’t even realize that he had never lost interest in him. It was just natural to him to be around the taller boy. But that’s how it usually worked. Even with friends he would slowly distance himself from them, growing tired of them, to put it bluntly. But he never felt that way with Tsubasa. He always enjoyed his company. In fact he was more inclined to seek out Tsubasa’s company which was incredibly out of character for Azusa. Usually people were drawn to him, not the other way around.
He was always much interested in Tsubasa. What makes him tick. Why he does the things he does. How he remains so … weightless. He’s like the opposite of Azusa. His other half, essentially. Maybe that’s why Azusa enjoyed his company so much. He made him feel complete. Like nothing was lacking when he was around Tsubasa. It was refreshing, considering that Azusa wandered through life having no attachments towards anything or anyone, usually feeling as if his life had no meaning. He was worried he’d never be that way. Never being able to grow old with someone. Maybe Tsubasa was that someone?
He figured he had spent way too much time in his own head, nearly forgetting that Tsubasa was on the other end of the phone. “I … I…Uh” He couldn’t spit it out. He wasn’t one to be flustered, but here he was. Not sure what to say.
“I … choose you, Tsubasa.”
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"Y-Yeah, thanks." Tsubasa curled up, pressing the watering machine close to his heart as he clenched his eyes closed. Those.. things were happening in his chest again, and he wound himself tighter as he tried to shrink away from them. Except that they were coming from inside him, and for a lack of things to say he let some of it bubble out of his mouth. "Nunununu.."
It was an outstandingly nice feeling, something in such an intensity that he hadn't felt before and just.. he didn't know how to deal with it. He thought he stopped crying, but stray tears were still escaping here and there and god, he was so selfish he was supposed to be helping Azusa. But he'd chosen Azusa long ago, back when he'd put down his inventions to take his hand and so he could allow himself to be happy right now, right? Just for a little bit. The more he thought about it and the more that those almost hesitant sounding words reverberated in his being, Tsubasa found himself on the floor on his side with the elephant nearly forgotten on his lap.
"Thank you so much, thank you so much.." He wasn't sure if he could find some way to express just how much he just adored Azusa, but it was a start and he smiled into the receiver, feeling safe and warm for the first time in a long time. And he was alone in a dark room curled up on the floor. It was almost funny, in a sense.
I think you're definitely my type.
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Azusa let out a large sigh of relief. It felt like a weight was lifted from not only his shoulders, but his entire being. Like this is something that was a long time coming. He couldn’t explain it. The feeling in his chest subsided and he felt at home.
He lay down on his bed, snuggling up into the comforter. He listened to the silence and then the familiar sound of Tsubasa. He couldn’t help but to smile at the repeated thank you’s, as if he were the one doing something to be thanked for. He shifted so that he was lying on his back staring up at the ceiling before reaching up to play with his bangs with his index and thumb.
With his composure regained, he replied to the other boy. “Tsubasa, why are you thanking me? Are you okay? Stop crying…”
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"N-No, it's more like I'm so happy that I don't know what to do.." Because he was, and Azusa was the one who made him feel this way, right? It'd be weird not to thank him. "Thank you, really." For everything. If I never met you I'd probably be all alone right now.
But keeping up this open air was making him nervous, even when it was around Azusa and he quickly moved to lighten the mood. Because the tugs in his chest were growing much too strong, stronger than they should be and if it was like this with Azusa, who was his friend; he was certain that he didn't like Tsukiko. The original vein of the conversation suddenly rushed back to him and he grinned, flopping around to lay on his back as he brushed unclipped bangs off of his face.
He thought about how Kazuki seemed to shine, Tsukiko glowing, and Azusa positively beaming.
"Hey, Azusa; I think I like sunny people."
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Azusa smiled gently, wondering if he was sunny. Well, Tsubasa did say he was like the sun. His smile grew in size. It seemed like a great compliment, even coming from Tsubasa. He stretched out on his bed and yawned loudly, looking over the his bedside clock and seeing how late it was, trying to ignore it to talk to Tsubasa. “Why do you say that?”
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"Because I like you and you're sunny." Tsubasa grinned, closing his eyes and feeling drowsiness seep in. "Or maybe because you're Azusa?" He couldn't sleep yet, he still had to shower and- well, at least he didn't have to take off his socks. Because he didn't wear any. He heard Azusa yawn, and looking at his own clock found that it was actually getting pretty late. Things hadn't changed from the beginning, and he was still basing a lot of things on Azusa but..
Well, it was late.
Something close to a sugar rush flooded through his veins, and he hoisted himself up to sitting position as he calculated the quickest route from his room to the restroom.
"Hey, we can talk tomorrow okay? You better think of a good answer for your type by then! I'll find you! I'll even use my super student council powers to pull you out of class if I have to! Lo- I mean, good night!"
Love you seemed much too cheesy, and besides; he wasn't a kid getting a goodnight call from his parent. Well, he never really got any of those, and for a minute his own blunder caused him to drift into thought as to why he thought saying that was appropriate. It didn't really matter though, and as he tugged off his admittedly over-sized jacket he muttered the words that he had wanted to say before.
"And I chose you, too."
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Azusa snickered at Tsubasa’s words. He was relieved that he was back to normal, hearing the chipper tone in his voice. He rolled around on his bed like a child after a burst of energy hit him for no apparent reason. Maybe it was the fact that Tsubasa chose him. He was unsure. After the rush subsided, he crawled out of his bed and stood up, ready to take off his uniform that he neglected to take off hours ago. “Heh … I’ll see you tomorrow, Tsubasa. Goodnight~” He clicked the end button on the phone and began to undress, lazily flopping onto the bed in just his underwear before drifting off to sleep not long after.
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