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Inui dons heels.
If anything, he is famous for it. If you're in the black dragons territory and you hear the resounding noise of heels in a deserted area only punks would reside in, run. Because meeting him won't be your nail in the coffin, it's about who he is with that will be.
He doesn't have a preference for anything he wears, as long as he can pull it off he'll wear it. Inui replies to Taiju when asked why he wore such flawed things when it did nothing but make fighting or even the act of walking harder.
Heels are not something he buys, it is something he is given without asking.
Just like his first pair. D’orsay pumps, nothing fancy. Its quality wasn't as great as the ones he owns now from Valentino or Manolo. Instead, Inui infers, they were probably bought off from a mall by an inexperienced person looking to impress their crush without knowing the difference between stilettos and pumps.
But those heels were not meant for him. He remembers cringing as he squished his feet into the heel that was clearly a size too small just to see ‘him’ smile.
It never was.
Stilettos, pumps, even platforms, endless clicks resound the moment he walks.
Burberry, Manolo, Valentino, even Christian Loubotins. He remembers more heel brands than shoe brands a man of his status should know.
Sweeter than honey
Bottles upon bottles are scattered over the dressing table of Inui and Koko. A clear difference with a mere glance. To the left, black sophisticated casings of men's deodorant and perfume all of them belonging to Koko. To the right, classy bottles of petite ladies perfume in different arrays of bright colors all belonging to Inui.
The smell of their perfumes never clashing with each other. Koko must have put in a lot of thought into picking their perfumes. Floral smells which complement each other, citrusy bursts of scents which attack your nose with a single spray; they all go well with Koko’s musky perfumes.
Sweet.
Inui cringes when Koko isn't looking. This sickeningly sweet scent which lingered on his body reminded him of nothing but the only person Koko was willing to look at. A person who was no longer walking on the land of living.
Apples were your favorite, yes?
Sometimes instead of the usual fancy dinners at the five star hotels or restaurants, Koko buys home a whole box of apple pie. If there was anything that a powerless and broke child from years ago could have afforded, it would be a slice of pie. Akane had always made it a point to treat the both of them a slice whenever she got paid from her part time job.
“Apples are my favorite~” she would always smile and gobble up the pie as if it would run away from her if she stalled any longer. Koko with his semi-permanent blush whenever he was near Akane laughing and pointing out the crumbs which stuck to her cheek.
Seishuu would always stay quiet while munching on his own piece of apple pie. Letting the two lead the conversations while he listened on and replied only when needed.
Blueberry pie, a different pie from the ones he usually got. When Akane had to cancel on their monthly pie meet ups due to covering another's shift and the both of them wanted something different. The only pie they couldn't eat with Akane because of her allergies.
It was sickeningly sweet like a certain apple pie he was always forcing down his throat. But, he liked the taste of this more than that.
Blueberry pie, he decided, was his favorite.
A penny for your thought?
Inui doesn't usually mind listening to Koko’s requests. Whether it be wearing heels, putting on perfume more sweeter than he would have liked or simply letting him come and go in their shared apartment.
He owes Koko his life; this is the least he can do to repay him.
He would die for Koko; he would give him anything he wants if its within his power
They never get into big fights, they never get into small scuffles. This is what other people mumble about when he actually pays attention. Koko listens to Inui and Inui listens to Koko this was what their relationship status was.
Inui reaches over to feel the buzz cut he recently got done again. The only thing he refused to give Koko. Inui chuckles when he remembers how stunned Koko was when he quickly shut down his request for Inui to grow out his hair. No controlling of his hair.
Tears trickle from his eyes.
“Inupi, you really look a lot like Akane san but i'll let you in on a secret.” Koko whispers quietly into Inui's ears while walking to Inui's home because of course Koko would use any opportunity to even see a glimpse of his sister “your hair feels much better than Akane san! Ah. Not that hers isn't great!” he flails his hands around “it's just that yours is much softer and nicer to touch that's all!”
Inui's eyes widen and he quickly looks away. A blush crawling on his face before he could even stop it. ‘He likes my hair more than Akane’s….”
The only thing about Seishu he likes better than Akane.
He has to cut it all away for Koko.
He has to be the perfect Akane.
Because Inui Seishu was meant to die on the day of the fire.