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Akiko123:
Shinya-sama glanced at me today and smiled. He is so angelic. *_*
Kyoko456:
I know what you mean. He has the most wonderful, ethereal smile. That one time I gave him chocolate last Valentine's Days, it was a rainy day... but his smile was like the sun, no, like the start of spring, leaving me with emotions similar to unwrapping Christmas presents or running my tongue over chocolate-dipped bananas under a starry-clad night. A truly poetic sight.
Akiko123:
Uhmm.......y...eah...... that's one way to put it.......
12Fumiko:
i'm so jelly of u 2 :'( now im hungry for bananas..
Reina_of_the_Forest:
Guys...guys........I asked out Guren-sama today!!!!! TT_TT
Kyoko456:
!!! Reina-san, you are truly a brave individual... How did it go?
Reina_of_the_Forest:
He said he had no time. But speaking to him for 2 and a half minutes.... it was worth it!!!!!! u//u
12Fumiko:
u go bro.. speaking of guren-sama i heard sth interesting...
Yukari_chan:
who cares about shinya and guren, can we talk about the truly important things like kureto fishing
12Fumiko:
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Reina_of_the_Forest:
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Kyoko456:
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Akiko123:
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Yukari_chan:
as predicted you guys have 0 taste, just saying
“Guren, there you are...”
Guren groaned. Was a moment of quietness impossible to obtain in this annoying school? He had made sure no one followed him, and with his reputation that happened more often than he liked...
But luckily it was just Shinya.
...Wait, did he really think luckily.
Then again... Shinya wasn't his favourite choice of company, but better than about hundred other people he could think of that he would rather not spend his time with - student council president Kureto Hiiragi being the most prominent example currently, followed closely by his idiot of a brother, Seishirou, with his little gang of delinquents, and some more selected members of the Hiiragi household. Seriously, the only reason Shinya was slightly less annoying than the rest of his family was probably because he wasn't blood-related to the guys. Shinya was smiling like always, waving his hands at him as he quickened his pace to reach Guren.
Guren was sitting on a bench under a large oak tree at the backside of the school building. There was barely a soul here, besides the occasional squirrel that scurried from one tree to another.
Just the way he preferred it.
Okay, not that he cared much for the squirrel in this picturesque landscape, but... yeah, everything else was close to perfection.
“What is it?”, he asked when Shinya settled down next to him on the bench. Annoyingly close.
“Nothing, you just looked forlorn and lonely.” Shinya poked his shoulder. Poke. Poke.
Guren swatted the hand away, before it could poke a hole in his uniform. “I am not. I was quite happy in fact. Until you showed up, that is.”
Shinya chuckled and waved it off. “So you are... hiding from your fangirls?”
Guren cringed, but couldn't really deny that it was exactly the reason why he chose this desolate spot, that was vacant besides the aforementioned squirrel running around in circles. But he would take the squirrel over (crazy) girls anytime.
There was only one girl that he would take over the squirrel though, just one... but he didn't want to think about that right now.
He just had about enough of random people asking for his number, email address, his actual address, his opinion on their dress or hairstyle, his shoe size and various amounts of other unnecessariy personal details, not to mention all the confessions that were raining down on him on a daily basis... What was wrong with the girls in this school anyway. He could have sworn it wasn't that bad when he had enrolled in Hiiragi High.
It probably turned worse when he became captain of the soccer club and brought their school to nationwide attention. The soccer club had really been in a shitty state though, and he couldn't stand seeing the disastrous conditions the players were at. He could have tolerated the terrible choice of uniform color (seriously who thought dark violet and bright green was a good combination) but he couldn't tolerate half-assedness. Okay, he might have laboured the club members to the point of breaching slavery laws to get them to the point they were at today, owning him infamous titles such as “Demonic Slave Driver Ichinose”, but... the point was that he made some shining diamonds out of dried half-dead leaves.
But still, to what price...
“They are not my fangirls. Although I wish they wouldn't wait behind bushes for an... autograph... And why even? I swear to God if they use it to forge documents, I'm going to kill someone.”
Shinya gave him a questioning look. “I... don't really think that's what people usually have in mind when they ask for an autograph.”
“Really.”
His white-haired friend laughed at that. “You are so suspicious of everything, Guren.”
That was seriously no laughing matter, how would he explain himself if someone used his signature to smuggle illegal weapons over the border or something... you did need signatures for that sort of thing, right. His father would disown him and he would have to live a life under a cardboard box in the suburbs of Shibuya. He was not ready for that yet. Or ever, for that matter. His future was supposed to be grand and full of doing noble things (or at least get a stupid college degree), a cardboard box had no place in it.
“Guren, I can tell you are thinking about it too much... they will probably just frame it and hang it beside their bedside table”, Shinya smiled crookedly. “Or maybe sell it on the black market.”
“Is that supposed to reassure me?”, Guren grunted. Shinya was really no help.
“You are taking this too seriously... It's half as bad as you make it out to be.”
Guren sighed, trailing his hand through his long dark locks. Maybe Shinya was right. Maybe he was really getting too worked up over it.
He looked at his white-haired friend contemplatively. Shinya just smiled back (no surprise). Did he have any other facial expressions? He tried to remember hard... But anyway, that was not important right now.
When he thought about it, Shinya was in a similar situation... maybe even worse, with the Hiiragi family being known all over school, since their father owned the fucking establishment. Still, he seemed to be relaxed over everything. He almost felt compelled to ask Shinya the secret to his composure...
Then again, he had decided long ago, that Shinya was just an alien.
“Come on, let's go back inside”, Shinya jumped off from his seat and stretched. “Break is almost over and we don't want to be late to class, right.”
Guren didn't care half as much about being late, but followed suit.
The next day Shinya was sitting at his usual seat, one of the first persons to arrive to class, and slowly taking his class utensils out of his bag. People were leisurely walking in, one by one. The teacher still hadn't arrived yet, so no one was in a hurry for anything...
He almost jumped when something was dropped down on his desk.
Shinya looked up and saw Guren standing in front of his desk, visibly pissed. The thing placed on his desk looked like...
“A lunchbox”, he said, touching the lid of the box. Then he smiled. “Oh, Guren, are you sharing your lunch with me? How unusually thoughtful of you.”
Guren glared at him. “No way. This was in my locker this morning.”
“Ahh...” Shinya nodded affirmatively. “That's... a nice present. Can I see?”
He didn't wait for a reply and opened the lid. He was greeted by a delicious smell wafting outside the little box and the sight of... curry.
“Your secret admirer went all out, huh. They must have woken up early to prepare it all fresh.” He couldn't help but admire the dedication a little. He really needed to get in contact with the secret curry-cooking admirer and get some tips - knowing how to make the dish could open up a whole new world of possibilities of how to deal with Guren in the future. Muahaha.
Guren gave him a blank look. “What the hell am I supposed to do with it.” He looked like he was seriously going through a crisis over the boxed lunch. Poor guy.
“Obviously eat it. It smells so nice, it'd be such a waste not to.”
“I don't even know who made it.”
“Why does it matter when it is made out of looove~”
“I've a lot of enemies in this school, for all I know it could have been made out of hate. I'm not going to eat that.”
“Noo, Guren, that's just mean. Come on, we can share it together... on the rooftop... when the sky is tinted with twilight... the food of someone we don't even know... wouldn't it be romantic?” Even Guren had to admit the appeal in that, right. Right.
Guren raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “It's the middle of summer, do you really want to fucking wait 12 hours for twilight.”
Details.
“You know, your lack of appreciation for romantic moods aside, I'm flattered that you actually considered it.” Shinya smiled brightly.
“I did not.”
Guren sighed, rubbing his forehead and dropped down on his own seat next to Shinya's. “I don't want it. You can have it.”
“But Guren...”
“I still have two more actually.” Guren motioned dejectedly to his schoolbag, where Shinya indeed made out two more squared boxes of a different color. “The... person did go all out.”
“Ahh...”, Shinya nodded again eyeing his (now) own lunchbox. “So, then... technically we are sharing lunch... even if we are not.”
“Shinya, just shut up.”
“You never thought of throwing it away, right?”
“I said shut up.”
“You are so sweet deep down, aww...”
“Shinya.”