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The clicks of a computer, clacking of keys, echoes through an empty home, every nook and cranny the house has to offer is full of the monotonous sound of his keyboard. The typing doesn't seem to cease, continuing on and on, without any pauses. Well, every now and then he did need to stay hydrated and respond to dm’s…
“Ugh, seriously? Not this song right now!”
With a few clicks from a mouse, sleek and black, connected by a tiny black wire into a USB port, the red light from underneath the device seeping out, the song changes, and he can continue his work in peace. You can ever so slightly hear the song coming from his headphones, also clean cut and black, but plastered with stickers and decals to the point where the original black isn't visible. Hope it doesn’t wake his ever-so-precious sister, right across from him. She would scream at him, waking the whole block, just for some somewhat loud typing, as if she isn’t loud enough while on call.
Now he scrolls through the block of text, breaking it up into smaller paragraphs, and correcting grammatical errors and other whatnought he has deemed ‘incorrect’ or not good enough for the final form. He was nearing the last few chapters planned for this work, and he needed to work quickly, being so severely behind schedule. The only thing illuminating the room was the eerie glow of the laptop stationed on his desk, being abused by slender fingers, attacking at its keys. If laptops were sentient, this would one would rebel and fight back against the constant abuse.
“Ha! Finished! Now I just need to upload!”
Some rustling and key clicking came from the room adjacent, and a few words probably directed at his sister’s friends, before leaving the room and coming into his, “Hey, don’t scream right now, gingy. You’ll wake dad. He groaned, the look on his face murderous, mostly thanks to the laptop’s blue-ish light on his face.
“God, Ena, stop calling me that, and also, aren’t you the one that got threatened with getting your setup taken away?” he said, a slimy, disgusting smirk building up on his face, the one his dear, lovely sister hated to the moon and back. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, which looked especially ridiculous in her children’s pajamas and fluffy bunny slippers. She looked like one of those toddlers who threw temper tantrums at stores about not getting the stupidly expensive toy they wanted. Hey, she even has the same frown!
She turned her back to him, and walked out the door, not closing it. “Don’t know when you became such an insomniac gingy, I thought I was the only one in this household.”
“Stop calling me fucking gingy Ena!”
He heard a little giggle come from her room, then it was back to the clacking and sounds of conversation. He reluctantly stood up to close his door his oh-so forgetful, silly older sister forgot to close! How cheeky of her! She hasn’t won yet though. He could do a lot worse things to piss her off, of course, but for now, waking the block is enough, no need to wake the whole solar system. He slams the door, earning himself an “AKITO!!” from the room across from his, and some partial satisfaction. Akito sits back down at his desk, where neglected assignments and papers pile high up into the stratosphere. He’s lucky Toya agreed to a study session, because his grades are barely managing to hang on for dear life, better yet, they’re like my life bar after playing Tondemo Wonderz on Master, despite having an all-healer team.
Oh, Toya, how his skin is perfect, pure like freshly fallen snow, the way his hair blows in the wind, his ever so slightly long eyelashes, little laughs, and his kindness, ah, but this isn't for simping, is it.
Nevermind the ever so slightly, well, interesting thought of Toya, if he knew what he was doing in this very moment, he would leave him in the dust, to never ever converse again, never see him again. No more BAD DOGS, no more Weekend Garage, no more friendship with the blue-haired Shoto Todoroki clone with a matching set of pronouns.
the work should appear in the following minutes.
Success.
Akito checks through his Nightcord messages and servers before closing all the tabs on his laptop and putting it back in its slot, all plugged in, nice and cozy, tired from all the relentless abuse it has suffered through this night. Akito should be softer on his laptop, it has feelings too!
The room is coated in absolute darkness. Perhaps you could see a blinking light from the laptop, or the glow of Akito’s phone screen from the bedside table, or if he opened the window, traffic going down scramble crossing as people moved across the intersection in large mobs, blinkers and taillights of cars.
t0uya_vbs: 12:45 PM
Akito, are you still awake?
t0uya_vbs: 12:46 PM
I saw you online just a minute ago, you should be going to sleep earlier.
t0uya_vbs: 12:46 PM
Good night, Akito.
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Of course when Akito woke up it felt as if he had just gone to sleep.
Of course it did.
Reluctantly, he got his groggy, ginger-ass out of bed, dragging the sheets with him as he stood up. Messed up orange hair covering his face, all swirly and sticking up from rolling over in bed all night, or at least for the portion of the night he got to sleep for. He looked over at his phone, and checked through all the meaningless and gray notifications. The only ones he really cared about were texts, messages, or new song releases from bands or solo artists he enjoys.
Akito’s eyes drift upwards to the time- shit.
He runs to his clothing hamper and takes out his school uniform, sliding on his pants, buttoning up his shirt, loosely putting on the striped tie and barely managing to leave his room before he was supposed to. He’s disheveled and with dark circles under his eyes, Ena’s trademark look, and he looked as if he hadn’t gotten out of bed in days. He threw some textbooks and notebooks in his bag before slamming the door (Ena hates that, no wonder why he does it.) and running to the bathroom before leaving for school.
Ena sits at the island, chewing on a simple cream-cheese bagel. It’s light, easy to make, and won’t burn down the house. Not the healthiest food, yes, but a bagel and a green juice does make a good social media post. No doubt about it. Now she can flaunt the #healthybreakfastideas on her story and become someones pinterest board inspo.
The seeds of the bagel fall to the plate with every bite, little black bits or large seeds, falling, spilling amongst the table. She takes a sip of her green juice, then gags in disgust. Despite being somewhat healthy and aesthetically pleasing, Ena will never get over the taste of green juice. So vegetable-y, so cold, not good for mornings. She doesn’t understand how influencers and internet celebrities manage to drink this gross mixture of vegetables every day as they promote. She might begin to side with Rui’s opinions on vegetables…
She finishes the whole thing, despite her prior disliking of the juice. She tosses the dishes in the sink, and walks away. Of course, hoping for her father to blame Akito. She makes her way to the bathroom door and knocks, “Oh dear brother. Are you almost out of there?”. “I just got in here for god’s sake! Let me take a shit in peace, will you?” screamed Akito, his muffled voice through the bathroom door, the trickling of water, brushing of teeth.
Akito opens the bathroom door, and a scream erupts from behind the door. Akito is now in a state of panic, pulling the door closed, and seeing Ena, clutching her face, screaming curses, as quickly as she could. The door, the side that hit Ena in the face, was now marked with a face full of makeup. You could make out the eyeshadow, pink and shiny, her glossed lips and foundation.
“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, YOU LITTLE BITCH. I’M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF-”
He was out the door before she could begin her villain arc.
Being away from Ena, finally, and avoiding dishes and possible murder attempts by her. Only drawback is the study session at Akito’s being canceled. It was okay, they could just go to Tsukasa’s, despite Akito’s dislike of the blond-haired boy, all of his short, annoying self. Maybe he hated Ena more than Tsukasa, but his hate of Ena was only circumstantial. His hate of Tsukasa was forever. Every single shout that came out of the boy’s mouth, Akito hated. But he would gladly deal with that for a study session with Toya.
He walked down the street and put his headphones on, playing some music to distract himself from the beast he awaited at home and the narcissist he awaited at school. Walking with music was always enjoyable for Akito. The familiar buildings and route, the sky, sun beating down on him as he picked up pace after checking the time. Akito arrived at school fairly quickly for having overslept. He does live fairly close to school, so it wasn’t like he would be majorly late to school. He eyes Touya talking to, oh god, Tsukasa, of all people. Killing two birds with the same stone, huh. Time to grow balls of steel and go over there, Akito.
“Yo. Toya.”
Toya, upon hearing his name being called, turns around and pauses his conversation with Tsukasa to talk to Akito. The smile on Toya’s face when Akito arrives, priceless. Akito wouldn’t trade this boy for the world. Toya smiles and looks at Akito, “Hi Akito! Tsukasa was telling me about the upcoming test, and if we could study together, but I supposed the three of us study together?”
Read his mind.
“Funny, I was going to ask you if we could study at Tsukasa-senpai’s house. Things at home got- uhh, silly, to say the least…” muttered Akito, barely loud enough for the two to hear him over the morning conversations in the yard. Toya stared dead straight into Akito’s eyes, worrying him. “What happened, or more, what did you do this time?” asked Toya. He looked disappointed yet mad at Akito, striking some sort of fear in him. “Ena.” Akito barely managed to get the name out his mouth as he was looking around the yard to make sure she hadn’t come to school today. He doubts she would after having her whole face of makeup ruined, and she would get her friend, Mikzuki, if they even are at school, to beat him up for her. Just the thought of it makes him shudder.
“Do not fear Ena, Akito. For I am here!” shouted Tsukasa at the top of his lungs. Of course Tsukasa did. As if he wouldn’t shout something stupid and embarrassing like that at the top of his lungs. Toya giggled at Tsukasa’s remark before remembering something and pulling out his phone.
Oh, and his lockscreen is…
It’s a picture of the two performing in an event as BAD DOGS, capturing Touya’s beauty in a never fading moment, the essence of the performance and the mood of the event. It wasn’t even half as good as Rad Weekend. Not even a quarter, a sixth, tenth, hundredth, but the way he feels each night he performs is special. Performing is something he wouldn’t give up for the world, just like Toya!
He pulls up the web browser and taps his fingers quickly on the small touchscreen. Before you know it, he types out a whole website link, fingers on fire, getting an all perfect in typing. As the website loads on the crappy school wifi, Akito’s eyes widen. A bit concerned, but okay nonetheless.
Then he pulls it up.
Oh no.
Touya beams brightly at Akito, displaying the screen to Akito happily. “Look at what Saki-chan showed me the other day! It’s this website for fan works, primarily fanfiction about already existing enterprises, it’s so cool! You can find almost any kind of story for any kind of pairing and from any franchise! I took a liking to this work especially, by a user named ‘KenFan07'. Another fan of Ken-san here online! I know you don’t enjoy reading and aren’t interested in reading, but I’ll still recommend it! It’s beautifully written, and you can tell the author truly puts his heart into every chapter!”
Please, please, can this torture stop already! He can’t possibly enjoy-
“Oh yeah! Touya-kun is right! Saki also showed me the work. I find it refreshing to see a work with two male characters as the main romance! It’s treated more seriously than BL manga, and the plot has me hooked! Your trusted senpai will not lie to you, and you should read more, Akito.”
Oh god, Akito is praying to the gods for him to wake up and find out this is a dre-
“Hey, are you talking about that one work by the KenFan guy on the archive?” said some girls next to the three. They were giggling about something, god knows what. Wait, if it’s the-
“Chapter 30 was so spicy though! I didn’t expect the author to write that kind of stuff! Of course, it’s rated Mature, but I didn’t expect, well, that! It wasn’t bad though, It was enjoyable yet spicy in its own way!”
Before he knew it, way too many people to count had joined in on the conversation about the fan work, that it was a bit nerve racking knowing that the whole school knew. He knew it was popular, but not that the whole school would know…
Toya backed away from the conversation, and saw Akito’s expression of total horror, and rushed to him. He placed a hand on his back, and looked down at him as he sat on a nearby bench. “You okay, Akito?” asked Toya. How genuine Toya was, kinda scary. With Toya, you knew when he meant something, and it’s amazing how true he is to himself, and to everyone. One of the many things he loves about Aoyagi Toya.
Shinonome Akito was okay, really.
Now he just needs to make sure that Toya never finds out that the KenFan is him.