Neat Notes and Messy Words
Fandom: Blue Exorcist/Ao No Exorcist
Summary: Rin starts to find notes in his locker and assumes they're for his much more popular twin. (Hardly unreasonable since his feet are always covered in the notes falling out of Yukio's locker.)
Except they might not be for Yukio at all, which begs the question: who is leaving the notes?
The next day saw him once again kicking away Yukio’s flood of notes while he tried to get in his own locker.
“We should just move the trash can closer.”
Yukio’s expression made it abundantly clear that Rin’s idea was terrible. It seemed rude considering it was Rin’s feet that were currently covered in little bits of notes.
He grabbed the lock, twisted his combination in, and jerked it off.
“I could possibly get a garbage bag and hold it under the door when I open it.” Yukio mused, and that didn’t really sound better than just dragging the trash can over. Maybe a little less noticeable.
“Just keep ‘em on your side.” He kicked them away again as he pulled his own locker open, and—
Another note? He pried it open and recognized the handwriting from yesterday. There was a little heart drawn in the corner that it looked like the author had tried to rip off but only gotten part of it.
[Your laugh makes my heart flutter.]
He read the words twice and tried to squash the immediate jealousy that unfurled in his stomach. Why couldn’t the note writer get the lockers right? He’d love to get notes like this, and all Yukio did was complain about them. Just look at the thought in this. It was short, it was sincere, and it made him think about someone else's gruff laugh and how much it made his own heart flutter.
Rin wanted to make hearts flutter (or a heart, he wasn’t greedy or anything) with his laugh. And whoever this was wanted Yukio to know that he had a great laugh. Yukio’s laugh was great, and he rarely did it. It was sweet and ugh, it was just mean to keep doing this.
“Someone really doesn’t get the locker system here.” Rin muttered, folding the note — he couldn't find it in himself to crumple it, not with the half-torn heart and the message — and passed it to Yukio. “You gotta put up something to let them know you don’t want any messages.”
Yukio took it with a sigh. “How do you know it wasn’t meant for you?”
Rin kicked away a few more notes. “Gee, I wonder why.” He grabbed up a handful and tossed them at Yukio’s face. “Write a note.”
Yukio batted the notes away with a scowl. “Why don’t you write a note,” he muttered as he crumpled the sweet note with the embarrassed heart, “if it’s bothering you.”
“Whatever.” Rin freed his sloppy notebook from his locker and shoved it in his bag along with an extra shirt for their demonology class. Light made it sound like it’d be messy today. He shut his locker and slammed the lock back in place before stomping off towards his class.
He was halfway there before he heard someone shouting. “Okumura! Oi! Wait up—”
Ryuuji jogged up to him with a neatly folded blue shirt in his hands. Rin’s shirt. Huh? Oh, he hadn’t shut his bag. It must have fallen out.
“You lost this,” Ryuuji passed him the folded shirt — it was adorable and hilarious that he’d taken the time to fold it — and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Everything okay?”
Rin plastered a smile on his face. “Yeah! Just… arguing with Yukio. You know.” He set the shirt back in his bag and snapped it shut this time. “His love notes are taking over.”
“Oh, does he get them too?” Ryuuji immediately blushed, and Rin couldn’t even appreciate how cute it looked because damn it, everyone got love notes. And how could Rin compete with all of them? Even if he did get the nerve to actually write a note, anything he wrote to Ryuuji would just disappear in a flood of notes like Yukio’s.
Wow, what a depressing thought.
“Yeah, all the time. They keep falling on me when he puts his books up.”
“I just hooked a bag to my locker slot during Valentine’s day because it got out of hand.”
Rin beamed. “That’s what I told him to do!” Ha! Ryuuji-I-pull-all-straight-As had thought of the same thing. Take that world!
His tail wagged behind him, and Ryuuji was nice enough to not comment on it. Actually, he just smiled, which made Rin’s tail wag harder. It was an annoying cycle, but at least he got to walk to class with Ryuuji.
It almost didn’t surprise him when a note fell out of his locker the next day. Rin knew he shouldn’t, but he still opened it up and read the neat, cramped words and let his heart flutter for a wild moment, pretending it actually was for him. He let himself imagine that someone had thought of him every morning and spent their school day trying to write the perfect note so they could drop it in his locker later. Maybe they were even hiding nearby to watch when he read it. Maybe they’d be excited to see him happy, and maybe his smile would make their heart flutter.
Or maybe they were too shy and they were as far away as they could get, worrying that he didn’t like it.
He even let himself imagine it was someone he knew, and someone that loved him.
Scanning the words had his heart fluttering in delight for an eager moment as he read the love note.
[There’s nothing quite as lovely as the color of your eyes. I’m always looking for it now.]
Oh! He blinked hard and immediately regretted reading and letting himself think it was for him. That hurt. It hurt a lot. Too much. The note wasn’t for him. It was for Yukio and his teal eyes. Not Rin and his demonic eyes.
He folded the note up, set it in his locker, pulled out his falling-apart notebook, shoved his books in his bag, shut his locker, and pressed a piece of paper against it. He scrawled his own message in large, sloppy letters and tried to swallow away his emotions like Yukio was always doing.
[Whoever is leaving the notes, this isn’t Yukio Okumura’s locker. He’s one over -> ]
He taped it over his slot and ran to his class before anyone could see him. He didn’t feel like chatting today.