behind the mask [tamura&yacchan]
@smiling-liar
His eyes are deceiving him. He can’t be that pathetic, can he? There is absolutely no way that he’s still so hung up on the guy, he’s starting to see him wherever he goes. Tamura stands completely frozen in the middle of the corridor, his bewildered eyes fixated on the particularly two-faced guy he knows so much yet so little at the same time. This isn’t making any sense at all. This isn’t Japan anymore. The chances of them ever bumping into each other here of all places are as unlikely as a blind man describing color.
Yaguchi Kyousuke stands just a few steps ahead of him, engaged in a conversation with an unfamiliar professor. He still has that feigned smile on his face and people always fall for it-- drawn to it. Much like Tamura himself. And even though he knows the apathetic guy behind the mask, Tamura is still drawn to him. The fact that Yaguchi had shown to him before what kind of person he really is just made Tamura feel like he’s an exception-- a special case to his long-time crush. Just right when the professor hands Yaguchi several ancient-looking textbooks, the cast supporting his left arm catches Tamura’s attention.
How did that happen? It can’t be from a fight. Yaguchi doesn’t get involved in such things. Although, Tamura did used to see him goofing around with his friends so it could have been a clumsy accident. His wonderings are then put to an immediate halt as soon as Yaguchi begins to walk away to the other side of the corridor, struggling with balancing all those books in one arm.
Shit! This is his-- probably 45th-- chance! He screwed up a lot back in high school but perhaps this time, he can make it different. After taking a deep breath of determination, Tamura makes his way towards the other male. “Hey, old woman!” He calls out only to regret it right after the words are out of his mouth.
Goddammit. Try again.