"check it out ! " flashes him tickets to mcr
throughout the years they've unwillingly known each other ㅤ( then more tentatively, purposefully, like the first dip of toes into cool beach waves ),ㅤseishu has learned that there's passion behind snarky remarks and a stoic composure. there's a lot of things that could make rindou fight back a grin, like inflicting pain on others, his big brother patting his head, being given praise, and music.
how many times has seishu heard someone say "music is the most important thing to me", as if there was a single soul out there that would not shrivel without a song to tap their foot to?ㅤloving music does not make one special, just like needing water was a vital part of the human experienceㅤ───ㅤbut the words sound different when coming out of rindou's mouth, because there is not just enjoyment in him, but a love so strong it could be created with his own hands. all inupi had were a pair of worn headphones and a voice that only koko has heard, and for a moment, his eyes glaze over the tickets, and his mind wanders to rindou's apartment instead. what kind of equipment does he own?ㅤcan he play instruments, or does he prefer to synthesize only?ㅤdoes he have an embarrassing debut single that he dares not show anyone, or does he proudly display all of his creations with that stupid self-confidence he carries in battle?
seishu wants to learn all of his songsㅤ───ㅤafter the concert. it's not every day he gets to see one of his favorite bands live and up close, after all.
he won't bother asking how rindou got them, even though months back seishu had almost crushed his phone in frustration when seeing the words sold out on the ticket website. he knows there's some things you're simply better off not knowing, like how far deep the haitani's influence runs, or why his heart feels heavy, but warm.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤi'll pick you up at eight.ㅤ’ㅤㅤit's all he had planned to say, even though the tip of his fingers tingle with excitement and there's a pleasant rhythm tapping at his ribcageㅤ───ㅤbut he pauses for a moment, steps closer, then raises a hand and tucks a stray strand of rindou's hair behind his ear, the earring glinting under the light. he pulls away and mindlessly waves a hand over his shoulder as he turns to leave.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤand tell your brother you'll be back late. i know a place near that venue.ㅤ’
