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Unfortunately, Kazuaki’s narcolepsy and clumsiness often put him in dangerous situations; and this was one of those times.

The professor had fallen asleep on his way out of class, causing him to tumble over and hit his head on the side of the doorway. All of his students had disappeared for lunch, meaning he had no one to turn to.

After a minute or two, he gathered enough strength to stand up. He didn’t feel much pain, just dizziness, and didn’t even realise he injured himself until he placed his hand atop his head and felt the sticky red liquid.

After some thought, he waddled through the hallway and opened a door to what he assumed what the infirmary.

“Eehh.. Iwamine?” He mumbled, his tired eyes scanning for the doctor. It was a miracle that he made it here unharmed.

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Stacks upon stacks upon stacks of work - that was what had greeted Shuu when he’d come into work that morning. Though he would have rather, of course, found a new student to cut into, Shuu was a bird of diligence - and he was also smart enough not to try anything risky while the day was still young, so signing papers until a student came complaining to him about injury it was.

A student… Or a clumsy maths professor.

“Mr. Nanaki.” He didn’t bother with properly looking up from his work, a quick glance at the other telling him all he needed to know - he’d managed to fall and hit his head again, if the bright red dripping from the other’s grey-scale hair meant anything. Either that or Nanaki had managed to fall in a bucket of paint, which Shuu wouldn’t exactly put past him - the other’s dopey attitude knew no bounds. “How did you manage to injure yourself this time?”

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"I think I must've fallen asleep on my way out of class, you see.." Nanaki smiled sheepishly, appearing rather oblivious. He was clumsy, but intelligent. Was this a real issue? Or was he harassing Shuu on purpose? He knew the doctor had more important matters to attend to, that's for sure.

He still felt a hint of dizziness, but the pain was fading fast. Even so, he couldn't return to his next lesson with endless blood drizzling down his face, despite his students being accustomed to him in this odd state.

"Am I bothering you?" The professor asked with a sudden assertive tone, peering at the doctor and his work from a safe distance.

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I didn’t sign up for any of this. I just wanted to laugh at pigeon shenanigans.

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Unfortunately, Kazuaki’s narcolepsy and clumsiness often put him in dangerous situations; and this was one of those times.

The professor had fallen asleep on his way out of class, causing him to tumble over and hit his head on the side of the doorway. All of his students had disappeared for lunch, meaning he had no one to turn to.

After a minute or two, he gathered enough strength to stand up. He didn’t feel much pain, just dizziness, and didn’t even realise he injured himself until he placed his hand atop his head and felt the sticky red liquid.

After some thought, he waddled through the hallway and opened a door to what he assumed what the infirmary.

“Eehh.. Iwamine?” He mumbled, his tired eyes scanning for the doctor. It was a miracle that he made it here unharmed.

elyuu

he’s here with me. always.

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yk-yk

it’s transparent

drag them around!

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schlafmctze

« 🌟 » The door opened and Kazuaki’s breath was taken away making him tense up. It took him a moment of mindless staring when their eyes met, before mumbling out a; “I just came to visit..” Was it too quiet? Probably. The nervousness made Kazuaki press the bag closer until a crunching noise echoed through the corridor making him jump a little.

It was just the plastic protecting the cake that gave in a little under the pressure. How embarrassing… it really made him want to cry….

“… f-for you!” The blonde breathed out as a final attempt in trying to communicate like a normal bird, handing the luckily still intact bag to his fellow quail. “I am sorry… I didn’t call I.. Was too nervous to..”, talking on the phone wasn’t one of his talents and Hitori probably already knew about that, “But! I bought a cake and …. wanted ….to spend… time with you… without maths..” Kazuaki’s words became a whisper towards the end. Fault to that was his still racing heartbeat, taking the air he needed to breathe ..to speak.

A little sign of wet glassy eyes washed over the blonde’s face. This was all so awkward and embarrassing but he wouldn’t cry yet. I’d make it just worse – who’d ever love a mumbling cry baby? For a fact he knew that Hitori was used to children but that’s not really someone that he wanted to be in his eyes.

For everyone else, Kazuaki was just a child. With his childish hobbies, childish behaviour and childish dreams…

“Oh, I see. That’s alright~ I’m home alone today, so some company is nice…” He noticed that Kazuaki was nervous and on the verge of tears, so he tried his best to speak in a calming manner. He was good at that, after all, he spent his entire life looking after others.

Hitori opened the bag and peered inside, taking out the box containing the cake. He examined it, before looking up at his friend and smiling gently. “Thank you, Kazuaki.” Hitori preferred to make cakes rather than buy them from stores, but this was still a nice gift, and it looked delicious.

“How are you today, Kazuaki? I’ll serve the cake and make us some tea, if you’d like that?” Hitori suggested, hoping that this idea would calm the fellow quail’s nerves and make him feel more at ease, although he knew that was unlikely.

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holy cannoli you guys ate u p that first tutorial! tysm!!! as a bit of a THANK YOU,

here’s something of a MASTERLIST of ICON TEXTURES!

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Hitori: I have nine siblings. We steal each other’s stuff, hack each other’s Twitter accounts, set each other’s clothes on fire. There are no rules.

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« 🌟 » Speaking of the devil, Kazuaki was already on his way to his friend.

Usually, he never went out that often. If he did, he never tried to put on nice and clean clothes nor comb his hair.. but since he befriended his tutor ( who was awfully nice and quite handsome ) he started to take a little more care of himself. Even if it was just for the period of him visiting Hitori. He would check his face in the mirror twice before going out and take all the little money he currently had laying around to make sure he bought a little snack to share with him.

Since visiting empty handed so often became rather uncomfortable after a while for the younger quail.

It was half past one when Kazuaki arrived at Hitori’s apartment. It took him a minute of collecting his thoughts, calming his racing heart ( he just imagined Hitori’s face that seemed to light up when ever they met – maybe he just imagined it? nontheless, the smile was too pretty for his little quail heart! ) and then finally rang the bell to Hitori’s apartment.

Now he stood there and waited, the bag with the store brought cake pressed to his chest and his face flustered in embarrassment as thoughts of the brunette crossed his mind.

Hitori lightly mumbled as he heard the door bell ring.... Mmm...The mail-bird? Or perhaps Kazuaki? Probably Kazuaki.

Hitori wandered over to the door and opened it slowly, he immediately noticed how clean and smart Kazuaki appeared today. It was nice to see him looking after himself and making an effort... But Hitori never thought he was doing it to impress him.

“Kazuaki?” He paused and looked at the fellow quail in the eye. “Have you come for some extra tutoring lessons..? You should have told me.” He smiled gently, assuming Kazuaki was here to improve his literature or math skills.

He paid little attention to the bag Kazuaki was holding against his chest. He assumed it was necessities for himself, or perhaps some snacks?

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It was mid-day, and Hitori had the day off. Nageki was spending more and more time hanging out with his new friends, leaving Hitori home alone. He felt proud, but disliked the loneliness. He was often left to his own thoughts and spent an alarming amount of time worrying about Nageki’s safety.

To calm his worries, Hitori resorted to the kitchen to make a cup of sweet tea for himself. He took his drink outside, before sitting on the front porch.

Hitori closed his eyes and smiled gently, absorbing the sunlight and taking sips from his hot tea every now and then. Ahh, such a warm, peaceful day... He hoped Nageki was doing okay, and what about Kazuaki? He assumed he would come visit soon, like always.

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