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Miyuki explains that it's a mood ring; a ring that changes colour according to your mood. With a little chuckle, he adds that one of the girls in their class had given it to him for good luck in their next game.
"'Mood ring'," Kuramochi scoffs, but he pauses his game anyway, turning around to face him at the same time Sawamura jumps out of his spot in his bunk. "It just changes colour according to body temp-"
"Let me try!" Sawamura interrupts, arm outstretched and hand open toward Miyuki, but Kuramochi catches him by the torso and locks him in a half nelson as punishment for cutting him off. Miyuki snorts as Sawamura utters a hurried apology, very well rehearsed by now, and Miyuki leans over and slides the ring onto his finger.
Sawamura seems to forget that he's stuck in a grappling hold as he Oooohs at the ring on his forefinger. Kuramochi peers over his shoulder, not letting up, and he watches the thermochromic element within the ovoid glass slowly give way to a rich saffron.
"Yellow! It turned yellow! Oi Miyuki! What does yellow mean?!"
Kuramochi clicks his tongue, tightening his grip. "Calm down, you."
Miyuki pulls a little piece of folded up paper from the pocket of his sweatpants and reads, "It says that amber indicates the wearer is... Excited."
Kuramochi bursts out in a fit of laughter, in turn releasing his hold on Sawamura who flares his nostrils first at a grinning Miyuki and then at the mood ring.
"I was clearly feeling distressed!" he tells it with a frown. He shifts his gaze to Kuramochi who's flat on his back, still laughing, forearms over his eyes. He grabs one of his wrists, to which Kuramochi ceases and snarls a 'What are you doing?!' and spreads his palm against his palm before slipping the mood ring off of his own finger and onto Kuramochi's finger.
Kuramochi makes a fist with that hand, threatening to punch him for real in the face this time but Sawamura cries out, "It's changing colours!" which prompts Kuramochi to uncurl his fingers, appraising the ovoid that is quickly inundated with a lovely violet hue.
"Purple?" Kuramochi raises an eyebrow toward Miyuki who seems to be grinning even wider than before.
"...Indicates the wearer is in love. Up for romance."
Sawamura giggles, trying to hold back from laughing too loudly, but it's Miyuki that can't control himself, dissolving into hysterics and Sawamura immediately follows suit as a blush spreads over the bridge of Kuramochi's nose and saturates in his cheeks.
He rips the ring off his finger, stuttering a little before quickly launching into what he was trying to say earlier; about how it's solely based on the wearer's body temperature and that the so-called 'moods' assigned to the colours are just a hoax and that it doesn't mean anything-
Miyuki cuts him off by holding his hand out in front of him. "Alright, alright, then just give it back."
Kuramochi narrows his eyes, peeved to be interrupted again, but he adopts a placid smile as he slips the mood ring onto Miyuki's finger.
His eyebrows shoot up from behind the frames of his glasses and he manages a small chuckle when he sees that both Kuramochi and Sawamura are intently watching the colours of the ring coalesce until the definite shade proves a matte gray.
Sawamura snatches the paper resting in Miyuki's lap, "Gray, gray, gray, - Here it is!"
Pause. He looks up from the list.
A murmur: "Gray indicates that the wearer is... anxious, or stressed. Tired."
It's instantly quiet, the low hum of the game music from the TV easily cast aside, and Miyuki exhales, eyes fixated on the ring, then closing.
Kuramochi's inclined to reinforce the spurious mood ring claims, but instead he finds his hand reaching forward, ever so slightly brushing his fingertips over Miyuki's knuckles and then he feels Sawamura's hand on top of his own, bearing down on the both of them.
"Hey," Kuramochi says. He's surprised at the softness of his own voice and he clears his throat a little. "I love you." He looks at Sawamura then to Miyuki. "Both of you."
Sawamura tells him that, yes he knows and that he loves them too, squeezing their hands as he beams.
Kuramochi moves his hand so that it's underneath Miyuki's, scoots a tiny bit closer, and then, "Oh. Look."
Attention fixed on the mood ring, they curiously watch as the gray melts into cobalt.
"You're gonna crush my hand, Sawamura," Miyuki says.
"Sorry! Sorry!"
"Okay so what does it mean?" Kuramochi narrows his eyes at the way Sawamura's face seems to exude some sort of victory.
Smiling, Miyuki reads, "Blue indicates that the wearer is at peace. Happy."
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