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An had been calling Akito's eye colour, “garbage green” all day. Akito, even though he didn't particularly love his eye colour, was still offended of course. When the bell signifying lunch break rang, Akito ran to meet Toya and gain some of the happiness that An had stolen viciously from him back. When he spotted Toya, reading and waiting for him on a bench he immediately relaxed a little. Though, there was the nagging irritation that An was very likely to join them if she didn't have broadcasting duties today. He sat down next to Toya and cut straight to the point.
“Partner, what's my eye colour called? An’s being a bitch. ”
“You say that as if you hate her for it.” Toya said, smiling at him. Akito was having trouble telling whether he was teasing or just stating a fact. He rolled his eyes.
“Don't you have work today?” Toya reminded him, slipping a pink bookmark with a bow that could only be a gift from Akiyama between the pages. The cover read, Sense And Sensibility in a flowery font. He guessed it was classical literature based on the fact that Toya only ever read classical and explicitly horrifying gore.
“Fuck. You're right.” Akito sighed, making no attempt to move. Toya laughed quietly, making Akito smile like an idiot.
“I still want an answer though, does my mental health mean that little to you?”
“An is actually bullying me this time.” Akito grinned, leaning his head on his hand.
(Toya suppressed the urge to kiss him because that would be terribly awkward and he'd probably drown himself in a grand piano filled with water. Sort of specific, yes, but he had it all planned out. Plus, it’d be one last, “Fuck you” to his dad.)
“That's what you said last time when she stole a singular Pringle from you.” Toya retorted, unable to mask his amusement.
“Toya, please. For the sake of our flourishing bromance. Answer me.” Akito pleaded sarcastically.
“Wenn man es relativiert, lässt die Tatsache, dass deine Augenfarbe Aoyagi heißt, den Eindruck entstehen, dass du wirklich unbedingt meinen Nachnamen haben möchtest. Oder vielleicht suche ich nur nach Ausreden, um dir in die Augen zu starren.” Toya smirked.
It looked more like a painfully forced smile, but at least he tried. Akito gave him an A for effort.
The ginger stared at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Wanna tell me what that means, partner?”
“No.” Said Toya, offering a half-smile. He then picked up his book, stuffing it into his shoulder bag and left. Leaving Akito in a haze of confusion. He failed to notice the table of foreigners next to him giggling and blushing.
Akito groaned. That’s gonna keep him up at night.
The ginger tripped up the stairs, which he took as a good omen because usually he trips down them on the way to his surprisingly aesthetically pleasing room. He closed the door softly, slumping down onto the low brown chair in the middle of the room. There was very little light seeping in from the window as school had just ended, he opened his phone and scoffed at the amount of missed calls and texts. He decided to actually read them out of boredom.
Self-Proclaimed Baddie: Dudw eu swuked @ pratdcvtice 2day hehehejaj
You: Shut the fuck up.
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Grape Toothpaste: Hello, Shinonome. Would you be interested in conducting a completely painless experiment with me?
You: Delete my contact.
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Mizuk ak: Unshe/theys my sword and cuts u down*
You: Akiyama, I’ve literally seen that meme. Stop being a basic bitch, you’re better than this.
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Tsucock zeroma: HELP RUI’S TRYING TO HIT ME WITH A FLAMING HONDA CIVIC
You: Good for you.
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Hampter: Hello Shinonome-kun! How are you today? [:
You: You’re the only normal person I know.
Hampter: Yay! :D
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Toya <3: Do you own a shovel or any matches?
You: what in the living fuck
Toya <3: Nevermind, he’s still alive. I admire his persistence and beautiful display of determination, but he should consider this doesn’t make my job any easier. He should learn to have some empathy.
You: wtf r u yapping about
Toya <3: …
You: What did you do?
Toya <3: Partner, help me hide the body?
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He closed his phone with a groan. Letting his mind wander, he remembered what had happened earlier. He closed his eyes in frustration, Toya was a good person, that much he knew. He wouldn’t have said anything bad, that’s for sure, so then what else would he not want to say in a language Akito understood? Akito and Toya told each other basically everything, and even though Akito couldn’t understand, Toya still said it directly to him. The especially weird part was that Toya didn’t explain to him what it meant after.
He was completely drawing a blank, all he could think about was the look on Toya’s face when he said it, and how smooth and slim his hands were closing his book. And how milky and pale his skin was. And how light of a grey Toya’s eyes were, how silky his hair was. The way that he always smelled like lavender and roses.
And how it always did weird things to him when Toya’s perfect eyes were on him and when Toya’s perfect body touched him and when Toya’s perfect voice said his name.
At this point, Akito was perfectly aware that he was getting distracted but all he could think about was Toya’s face and hands and eyes and hair and lips and body and smell and voice.
All he could think about was Toya.
“I love you.” Nobody seemed to hear him, but he said it.
His phone rang, letting him know someone was calling him. He picked up his phone, and checked the time, it read 7:46. Almost eight.
He had been thinking about Toya for an hour and forty minutes. He stared at the screen in disbelief while his phone rang, Toya’s contact picture burning into his eyes. It was an honestly terrible picture. A simple selfie, except it looked like his phone slipped from his hands at the last second so it was blurry and captured in motion. He believed the flowers he was surrounded by were ghost flowers, but it was hard to tell because it was night in the photo. He was going off the vague shape and slight glow they gave off.
Fucking hell. What are you doing to me? You look like an angel.
Akito brought the phone to his ear.
“Hey. I’m sorry I called you so late.” Toya said.
I don’t care, I’d kill a man to hear you say my name. I’m so fucking homosexual.
“ Are you alright?” He asked, the concern evident in his voice.
“Akito? Please answer me.”
“Huh? Oh-yeah, Hey man.” Akito snapped himself out of whatever that was.
“If you’re occupied it’s okay, we’ll talk tomorrow anyways.” Toya assured.
“No. I’m not busy, it’s cool.” He collapsed on his bed on his side, looking out the window into the night.
He heard Ena’s door opening and closing with a quiet click, she was most likely getting something to eat. It relieved him, she hadn’t eaten much lately because of how busy school was, plus she had to finish three full drawings for her music group.
(He had covered her dinner with foil so it would stay warm and left her some bottled tea.)
“So is An spamming you too?” Akito asked.
“No, surprisingly. It’s Azusawa this time, except it’s endearing when she does it. She sends a ton of cute emojis and hamster images.” He could practically see Toya’s smile while he spoke.
“She wants me to go to a fashion and makeup store with her and Kiritani-san, sort of like when we did that photoshoot but this time just for fun.” The taller boy explained, Akito smiled fondly.
“Are you gonna do it?” The ginger asked.
“Yeah.”
“An only sends me scam links that download a million viruses and then tells me I sucked shit at practice. It Sort of feels like our friendship is one or one hundred.” Akito muttered, Toya laughed.
“I like your voice.” Toya said out of nowhere. Akito almost choked.
“What? Why, dude?”
“Because I find it nice? I’m not sure, what the fuck would you like me to say?” Toya deadpanned.
“Partner, you can’t talk like a Victorian man in the 1980s and then randomly throw in a curse. Also, you constantly sound like you’d rather be dead.” Akito shrugged, grinning.
“Akito, I would rather be dead. And aren’t you the man who got shoved into a locker in middle school for being too shit? Just take the compliment.” Toya teased in his usual monotone voice.
It was hard to tell whether he was actually teasing or not but Akito somehow knew after being near him for so long.
“Fine you win, twink.” Akito admit, he could sense Toya’s eyes rolling through the phone.