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in which kaidou manages to actually talk about feelings

Summary:

Aiura helps Kaidou with his 'unrequited' crush on Kuboyasu

very minor spoilers for season 2!!

Notes:

kaidou and Mikoto would be good friends

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

 “What’s wrong?”

 “Huh?” I look up, Aiura’s voice loud and enthusiastic as ever.

 “Look at you, what happened to the ‘Jet Black Wings’? All I’m seeing is an angsty 16 year old boy moping over his crush.” She winks at me, and I glare back. 

 “What do you think you know, huh?” 

 “Kaidou, I’m psychic, remember. Besides, it’s not hard to see you making puppy-dog-eyes at Kuboyasu-kun across the room.” I feel my heart skip a beat, and I glare at her despite the very obvious blush on my face. I mutter out a faint ‘maybe’ before staring pointedly at my lunch (although all appetite has left me). She inhales sharply, and begins to laugh.

  “Wait, really? You seriously like him? I had a hunch, but I didn’t actually know. Oh my god, no way.” 

 

What.

 

 “Are you kidding me? You come over here and bug me about my love life, which I thank you for reminding me doesn’t exist, and then bluff your way into finding out my crush? Why do you care anyway?” Damn it, she’s smart. And now I’m blushing even more. And now Aren is staring. Great. 

 “Well, are you going to ask him out or not?” 

 “You just say that so calmly? And why should I take romance advice from you? Have you ever even had a boyfriend?” She stares into space, before grinning and making a peace sign.

 “No, never!”

 “Then why should I take advice from you?”

 “Well, I do have a girlfriend…” 

I did not see that coming.

 “You have a girlfriend? Who is she? Like Teruhashi or maybe Chiyo, no she’s into me, Mera? I never even knew you were into girls.”

 “Oh god no, Chiyopipi is just a friend, and Chisapoyo helped me get a girlfriend in the first place.”

 “So it’s Teruhashi then.”

 “…You got me. But anyway, why did you assume I had a boyfriend anyway, especially considering your whole situation.” She gestures towards Aren.

 “Touche.”

She laughs. “Do you need advice?”

 

I can’t believe that the Jet Black Wings is asking for romantic help. Isn’t the fight against Dark Reunion more crucial than a high school crush? I should be worrying about less trivial issues, and it is clearly the right idea to turn down the opportunity for advice. I should just leave it and ignore this stupid idea.

 “Yeah, some advice would be great…”

 

Aiura smirks, and cracks her knuckles, sitting down in the chair beside me. She clears her throat, and begins a spiel of information which I completely fail to take in.

 “-Essentially, you should just tell him!”

 “Could you please repeat that?” She rolls her eyes.

 “Repeat what?”

 “Maybe just summarise like everything you just said.”

She sighs, slumping onto the table.

 “It’s no wonder you haven’t been able to ask him out. Ok, so how about you just go up to him at the end of the day and just say it?”

 “What, no, I could never do that!”

 “Ok, ok, how about I tell him for you?”

 “Nope, absolutely not.” 

 “Fair point. Write him a letter maybe?” 

 “A letter…?” She nods enthusiastically, staring at me and gesturing madly in excitement. 

 “Yeah! Write down everything that you want to say, and give it to him! Or put it through his door or something, maybe leave it in his desk before school. Do what you want, Kaidou, it doesn’t even have to be signed from you. Think on it, ok?”

 “Great, I’ll definitely consider it. You’re actually pretty good at giving love advice, Aiura.” 

 “Of course I am! How else would I be dating the most popular girl in school! Oh crap, we’re late for class again.” 

I look at the clock.

 “Oh, crap!”

 

 

Write down everything that you want to say.

Nope, that’s not going to happen. I sit at my desk, the clock ticking on and on as it turns 10 PM, then 11, then 12. My mind fills with doubts, and the sheet of paper in front of me remains obstinately ink-free. Questions and worries fill my brain, and I want to scream. What if he takes it the wrong way and everything is awkward? What if he doesn’t like me back? What if he hates me?

 

If I write it, I don’t necessarily have to send it, I guess. What do I have to lose? I’m the Jet Black Wings, I’ve faced far worse than a stupid crush. All the writing advice I’ve seen has told me just to write anything until something worth the ink comes out. Might as well just go for it.

 

I pick up my pencil for what seems like the millionth time, and begin to write.

 

 

Dear Aren,

It’s not often that you get a hand-written letter from your best friend, isn’t it? You would have thought that there are far more convenient or modern ways to communicate, and there isn’t any need to revert back to such archaic methods of communing. Do I sound different when I’m writing (I probably do)? Anyway, this isn’t something I can just talk to you about, or something I could text you about, Aren.

 

The truth is, Aren, I think I love you. It sounds stupid now I put it onto paper, but it’s just the truth. Hell, I don’t even know if you like guys, let alone if you like me. But I needed to tell you.

 

Remember that time when we were stuck on that island with Saiko? That was a strange time, for sure. In some ways, that made me feel like we became closer. It’s something about being completely alone in an unfamiliar part of the world that makes you so aware of how you feel about the few people that you happen to be with, I guess. I remember one night, we were lying by the fire as it slowly got darker. I ended up lying on your chest to sleep. I don’t know how that happened. But I remember what happened next like it was yesterday. I lay on your chest as we both fell asleep and I could hear your heart beat. You seemed so calm. That’s when I knew. Do you even remember that? Probably not.

 

Come to think of that, there are lots of other times I can think of. When we were at that cafe last week and I didn’t have enough money, so you paid. And then you looked at me like you loved me. I probably made that up, and you were just staring at me. But it seemed like you genuinely saw me. And I know this sounds stupid, it sounds like a stupid teenage fantasy. Which it probably is. But still. 

 

The truth is, I don’t know whether I’m going to send this or not. I don’t know if you’re even reading this far. Maybe you’ve ripped the letter up already, and you will never see me the same again. If you are still reading this, thank you, Aren. 

 

I don’t know what else to say. I’ve put my heart out onto this page and that’s pretty much it. 

 

I love you, just like I said before.

 

Thank you.

Shun.

 

 

Dear Shun,

 

I don’t know what to say, or how to say this. I need to talk to you in person about this, but I only have one thing to say. 

 

I remember everything, and you didn’t imagine the way I was looking at you in the cafe.

 

All my love,

Aren.

Chapter 2: chapter 2 electric boogaloo

Summary:

People seemed to like this and I love kubokai so much so I wrote a second chapter to finish the story!

I hope everyone had a great holiday!

Notes:

a bit shorter than the other chapter, but I just wanted to write some fluff of how they would resolve their crushes on each other :)

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Armed with a crumpled note in my pocket, I lean against the wall with my hands trembling. He should be here now, shouldn’t he? I check my phone, and the display reads 15:48. He’s a few minutes late, but that doesn’t mean anything, does it? If he doesn’t arrive in the next ten minutes, I suppose that I can call him about it. Yeah, that sounds good enough. A small setback like this should not be a deterrent for the Jet Black Wings. Aren will arrive, I’m sure of it. He did send me that note, right? Of course he did- besides, it is unprofessional for someone as strong and heroic as me to worry about a matter as simple as confessing to the object of my affections. I strike a pose and proclaim to nobody in particular that “the Jet Black Wings will not falter in the face of something as trivial as love!”

 

My waiting proves itself to be worthwhile as I feel someone poke my back. I turn around, the blood draining from my face as I see Aren grinning at me having witnessed my entire dramatic monologue. 

 “You? Calling love ‘trivial’? It sure didn’t sound like it in the letter you sent to me, Shun.” He smirks and pokes my cheeks with his gloved hand, his face pink in the icy December air. I blush and glare at him.

 “Yeah, well. You can’t talk. I got the note.” 

 

Hands shaking, I yank the piece of paper out of my coat pocket and shove it in his general direction as I stare at the floor pointedly. I can just tell the smile he has from his voice.

 “I suppose we should talk about this, huh?” At least I’m not the only one who’s awkward in this sort of situation. I doubt that Aren has ever confessed to someone in his life (in fact I know that for certain; he just sort of tells me stuff like that out of the blue sometimes). Aren gestures towards a bench and I nod, slumping down onto the cold metal seat. Aren sits next to me, casually throwing an arm around me and leaning on my shoulder because apparently you can just do that after sending a vaguely worded love letter to someone. After what feels like an eternity of dying inside I manage to speak, my voice coming out like puffs of smoke in the wintry air.

 

 “Yeah, I guess we should. Look, Aren, it’s true. I- damn it, how can I say this- I, well, I like you.” Jesus Christ, Shun, you could have at least said something grammatically correct. Now he thinks you’re an even bigger idiot. I sigh.

 “Me too. I hope I made that clear in the note, Shun,” Aren says as he smiles warmly. I stare at him and just like that, snow begins to fall silently. Cliche, much? 

 “You definitely did, I suppose.” I bury my face in my arms and groan. “How am I even supposed to say this?” He gives an amused laugh.

 “Say what?”

 “I don’t know, what should I do? How am I supposed to do this, do I like confess my undying love for you now or something? Oh god, I can’t believe I’m such an idiot. Do I like say ‘I love you Aren’ or something?” 

Aren’s face is just slightly more pink than before.

 “Well, you just did. I guess I have to do the same.” He coughs and fidgets slightly, looking away. “I, well, I love you, Shun.”

 

And that’s when I know. That’s when I realise how utterly gone I am. I cup Aren’s face with my hand and I just stare into his eyes, watching the expression on his face and the way his eyes shine behind his glasses. Snow coats his hair and I brush it off. My heart swells with adoration, and I feel like I might genuinely die from the sheer intensity of the love I have for him. 

 

He grabs my hand and holds it gently in his, and I get the feeling that I could make space in my incredibly busy Dark Reunion-fighting schedule to include this. I rest my head in the crook of his neck and I feel his comfortable warmth as the snow silently coats the ground and buildings with a fragile shell of pristine white perfection. I smile, closing my eyes.

 

Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.