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A bell chimes to the opening of the shop's door; the owner, not exactly a morning person, yawns as he takes in the scene of the city before it wakes from yesterday's lull.The streets are painted a slightly purple hue, a soft tone against the sharpness of the buildings. Melodious chirps resonate in the absence of crowds and horns. The cool morning air tickles his nose and plays with dry leaves; a swirl here and there, rustling as they hit the pavement from the decreasing momentum.
The owner unconsciously smiles at the serene portrait, wishing it would last longer than the chaos of everyday life. How it would be much easier, yet equally mundane.
Rubbing the sleep off his eyes, Giyuu gives out another yawn, stretches his arms, and heads in to prepare for the day.
With the wind following him, Sanemi avoids each roadside obstacle in his way. His muscles burn, his breathing doing quick steps. A teacher running late on the first day of the school week? Yup, that's him. Texting his little brother, he wanted to know why Genya didn't wake him up. Hell, he'd be thankful even if Genya shoved him off the bed before he scampered out of their house.
'You were sleeping like a baby tho. Couldn't wake you up,' is the only reply he got. He seriously doesn't know what to feel about what his brother just said. Should he be insulted? Should he feel a tiny amount of endearment? Sanemi drags his hands down his face with a groan and tells himself to suck it up.
Recalling that it wasn't the brightest idea to drink coffee on a Sunday night. The caffeine that kicked in didn't let his nerves relax; tossing and turning for the most comfortable position, chugging a glass of water, reading literature, counting sheep, nothing worked. If his eyes had the ability to not blink, it would've stayed open the whole time he struggled to sleep. Basically, he fucked up, and now paying the consequences.
'10 minutes before class starts. I can probably make it.' He lets out a relieved sigh, thanking every god for this chance, and pushes forward once more.
Sanemi slips by each pedestrian, with the occasional 'Pardon me' to the old ladies. Although, to be completely honest, to an onlooker, it's more like they were giving way to the scary-looking young man. He checks his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. His mind being overwhelmed by varying thoughts of estimates, attendance records, the brats in his first class thinking he's gone for the day, and the lack of proper breakfast. Distracted, he doesn't notice the crouched figure in front of him and topples over it.
Heavy.
Sweet.
Warm.
These thoughts flooded Giyuu after being knocked down by an unknown source. He has never had the best of luck, but he didn't think he would strike out this early in the day. There was a dull ache in his back, nothing too serious, although he would've appreciated not smelling like vapor rub in the next few days.
Opening his eyes, he blinks a few times, his vision clears to the sight of white hair, purple eyes, and a scar across his face. It wasn't the friendliest of faces, but really, who is he to judge.
The guy, probably in as much shock as he was, notices Giyuu's stare and gets up from where he landed atop him. He dusts off the dirt on his slacks and promptly reaches out.
Giyuu looks at the outstretched hand, noting that the impact between the man's hands and the ground has caused some scratches. Giyuu then tilts his head up to look at the person. He was wearing a black vest over a white long sleeve shirt, sleeves rolled up to his arm, exposing more scars.
Giyuu refuses to acknowledge the toned chest that's free for all to see. Nope. Nothing interesting about that.
'How is that even appropriate at this time of day?' Giyuu then discreetly shifts his gaze to the ground, hopeful that his shudden shift of interest goes unnoticed.
One. Two. Three.
"Oi."
"Ah. Sorry." Giyuu takes the man's hand and thanks him for the help.
"You don't have to apologize, it was my fault." The man smiles sincerely.
Giyuu could hear the beats thumping in his ear, drowning the outside noise. He felt his heart give a small squeeze. Saying that he was in awe is probably an understatement. Seeing a smile like that directed at him seems like a daydream. Who could've imagined the man across him could warm up his cold heart with an everyday gesture?
"Sorry I wasn't looking where I was going. I was runni-- Oh fuck! I'm late!" The smile that made his mind race is then replaced by a look of panic and he turns to leave.
Giyuu doesn't want this guy to leave yet. You could say he wanted to get to know him more but given the current circumstances, he can't be selfish.
"Ah please take this." Giyuu plucks a clump of yellow geranium flowers from the pot he was previously taking care of and presents it without thinking.