we aesthetics;
→ you really got me now; leaf & daiki
'cause i remember that i like you
no matter what I found
she said it's nice to have your friends round
we're watching a television with no sound
it's just you and i tonight
why don't you figure my heart out
★ —
yusa swings herself through the front door, nearly tripping herself as she races to her this-week-boyfriend’s car; a nissan 300zx with no front windows. it’s the closest thing he could get to a convertible. and while his sister speeds off to school, dax follows his usual routine. he waits at the bus stop twenty minutes early so he can feel the dew and the cool air, watch dawn turn to morning. the things loners do. also, he smokes a cigarette, like the rest of his friends and kurt cobain do.
dax sits on the curb, on the corner, by a stop sign. his feet planted in the street, he cups a hand around the flame of his white lighter. he breathes his cigarette to life. the rain stopped about an hour ago; the ambiance of an early-morning storm is evident in the scattered puddles and the smell of the thick air.
and he hears shoes tapping the pavement, coming right for him. and it’s the pretty, brunette girl from his homeroom class and biology and they have the same lunch period. red and some of the other guys know her better, though --- the jocks. but from what he’s heard, puberty hit her just hard enough to make all the guys go crazy for her. felix kenyuu, especially.
dax’s eyes assess her, scale her stature. she stands beside him, unaware of him, or perhaps just ignoring him. girls like leaf kusaki don’t talk to boys like dax kanemoto --- boys in leather jackets that keep their ray-ban sunglasses on indoors. certainly, not boys who smell like motor oil and smoke cigarettes and keep one tucked behind their ear for later.
“hey,” he tries, but not very hard. leaf watches the cars go by. dax takes a long drag, speech and smoke puffing from his mouth. “i said hey, kusaki.”