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Uki. If Alban were to describe Uki he'd say that Uki is soft and safe but will not hesitate to fight and throw shade. Uki is warm with his hugs that made Alban forget of the cold shabby abandoned house he'd taken as a home. A crybaby that hurts for them when they refuse to cry. Family. He would describe Uki as family.
Oh, but how ironic it is. Family is the main source of drama after all. Alban remembers all of his memories with Uki. Now tainted with the feeling of betrayal, jealousy, anger, and disgust towards himself for feeling all these ugly things.
Uki was beautiful. Alban was just Alban. He thought that for the very first time they met but somehow he was fine with that. He was fine with that because it didn't matter to (him). It didn't matter to Sonny.
Sonny treated him so preciously. It was enough that Alban was content with just being Alban. The two of them were always together. The wind from the rooftop surged and it's as if it parted all of his emotions to let the core of what he was feeling into the surface. Hurt.
No, it wasn't just about Sonny. It wasn't just about Uki and Sonny's desperation for each other's touch in the student council room. It was about... all of them. What would Yugo feel when he knows what Alban was going to do? Did Fulgur know about any of this? Was Uki not aware of Alban's feelings for Sonny?
Alban closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of the wind when it blew once again. He wanted it to take him. He wanted it to take his where all of this was over. He just didn't want it to hurt anymore. But the only thing it did was amplify what he was feeling. It would remind him of the breeze when all of them were still happy.
They were together for so long Alban wasn't sure how they gravitated to form their group. They would give fuck all to their proper seating arrangements and would sit next to each other. Yugo would be in the back row with the window seat because he could easily keep his earphones a secret by running them in his uniform and leaning against the wall. One would argue that the teacher calling him multiple times without even a glance from him is a dead giveaway that he has his tunes on. In Yugo's defense it wouldn't look as cool if he were to be caught like that in the middle of the classroom. Uki would take the other window seat in front of Yugo because he likes looking at the sky and he claimed to be 'prettier with natural lighting'. Fulgur would seat beside Yugo in the last row if he plans to read BL in class and other shit but would sit beside Uki when he feels like it as well. Fulgur's unpredictable seating mood leaves Alban to sit wherever Fulgur wasn't seating. Sonny, however, would always sit beside him. So much so that Sonny had already built a friendship with their classmates by asking them to exchange seats every time.
In those memories, they would do everything in class but listen. Pretend their doodles were posh art pieces and start bidding candy on it. Throw random shit at each other. Pass notes. Present printed and detailed PowerPoint presentations on negi. And sometimes they just stare. Alban would have his head lying on his desk, his cheeks partly squished on it. He would look up as Sonny would look down at him, his chin resting on his hand already smiling. The blonde would tilt his head at Alban and Alban would squish his face more into the desk and make faces. Sonny would laugh and their day would go about just like that.
Alban opens his eyes and he's back on the rooftop. He's back, sitting on the ledge that has a full view of the student council's windows.
Yugo would be in his vocal training club right about now. Fulgur would be nerding out in his tabletop RPG club. Sonny would be in view from that window below. And Uki would be in the astrology club and would be on his phone every 5 minutes still. Would be noticing that his phone isn't with him if he wasn't (busy).
Alban found it funny. The last bit of sanity he has had been blown out by a little laugh. Sonny was the sun. The sun was a star. Uki, fascinated with the stars had found Alban's universe and claimed it as his. It was so funny, so so funny that the tears wouldn't stop gushing out of his eyes.
Alban stares at the hundreds of printouts he holds of Uki's private messages. He was nice enough to not include anything too suggestive. The flirtations were enough to cause a riot in the school. All the men that girls fawn over wanted Uki and soon the whole school will know. When the bell rings and the students make their way homes. He would let the wind take his hurt and let the papers scatter throughout the campus. Uki will be shattered by not only his but everyone's ugly feelings. Uki will be crushed. Uki will be...
The wind blew again and it took a piece of Alban's printouts with it. He watched it dance for a few seconds. The wind was taunting him. No one would know it was him. No IP address. No tracks printing nor phone shops. The paper wasn't even his, it was the school library's. Most of all they wouldn't know he was still in school. He already faked his hours at work. In the records, he was sleeping at the back in his part-time job at the convenience store.
He was in the clear. What was stopping him? He effortlessly caught the paper that almost flew out of his reach. He sighed and wiped his tears. No one deserves to feel hurt just because he was.
Thankful for the last bit of sanity he has, he packed the papers in his bag and left. He slipped Uki's phone in the lost and found before climbing the fence and making sure no one saw him.
He decided that day, he'll get over Sonny. He'll be happy for him and see him only as a brother. He concluded his thoughts with a final determined sigh and left it at that. It was just too bad someone doesn't want it to be left that way.