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Kuzuha was nearing his limit, no he was at his limit.
The older wore a scowl on his already grumpy face, the sideways c going lower and lower, settling on quite the look.
“Kanae, I’m seriously going to kill you if you don’t— Kanae!” The mentioned places a kiss on his lover’s cheek, tightening the hold on the older’s waist while smiling innocently. That bastard.
Kuzuha squirms from his place infront of Kanae, before going slack against him in defeat. “It’s not worth fighting Kuzuha-san, just let it be.”
“You know people are gonna get the wrong idea with you still calling me so politely.” Kanae turns Kuzuha around a bit, just enough to face him. He gleams at the scowling face he’s met with.
“Are you saying you want to drop the honorifics, senpai?” Kuzuha smacks him in the head for that—which, deserved. “Like hell that’s what I meant! I’m saying people will keep believing in your angel persona you have going on!” Kuzuha turns around to scan the students from the dimly lit corner of the gym they were in before huffing, “and besides, you already dropped it ever since we’ve started dating anyways.” At that his lover sports a pinkish tint that spreads across his face, ah how cute his Kuzuha was.
‘I really love him.’
Kanae drops his head onto the other’s shoulder, startling his lover a bit. “Kanae?” Kuzuha turns slightly, still cautious they might get caught but more so concerned on how Kanae was acting weirder than usual.
“ne Kuzuha, isn’t it about time I meet your friends? You know, the other senpais.” Kuzuha stills at that slightly, it’s not often Kanae gets worried in the relationship when it comes to his lover. He was everything he could ever ask for.
Kanae waits for Kuzuha to speak, however he starts to get anxious once half a minute passes and the white haired still hasn’t said anything. The silence stretched on, the sound of the balls bouncing on court were ringing in Kanae’s ears.
“..se me..”
If he wasn’t practically sniffing the small white hairs of Kuzuha’s nape he would’ve missed it, but since he knows no such thing as personal space, he catches on quick.
Kanae shifts a bit, raising his head slightly, just enough to see the reddened ears. “Hm? I can’t hear you.”
The red spreads from his ears down to his neck, Kanae wants to kiss it, but he internally slaps himself as the older would probably sock him in the face for it.
Kuzuha groans at his boyfriend, turning away shyly, looking at anywhere but his smiling lover. “I said they’ll tease me!”
Kanae lets that sink in for a bit, opening his mouth to say something, then he closes it. He stares at Kuzuha for sometime, blinking like he’s got something in his eye.
Then—then he starts laughing.
Now that catches Kuzuha’s attention, “Oi! Why’re you laughing?!” He turns around to face the brunette, impossibly reddened like no tomorrow, promptly hitting Kanae until he gets a hint to actually shut up.
Kanae shakes, trying to stop any more chuckles from coming out while also still trying to hold onto his boyfriend, who was becoming harder to fight back.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it,” He lets out another giggle—his cheek was stinging from getting slapped—before he gains his composure and lets out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding.
“I’ll bring you to meet them.. just don’t be too eager..” Kanae stops all amusement and just stares at Kuzuha, mouth slacked open.
Kuzuha uses this as a chance to escape his clingy kouhai, who was also unfortunately his boyfriend. As expected, the shock lessens the grip Kanae had on him. However, he feels a bit bad for just leaving the younger hanging.
So leaving no room for second thoughts, he gives Kanae a peck. On the lips. Crazy.
—And then he flees the scene. Leaving a shocked and wounded Kanae.
When the brunette finally snaps out of it, he touches the ghost of Kuzuha’s kiss. Fingers slightly shaking as it reaches towards his lips. It’s not like they’ve never kissed before, hell they’ve made out too. It’s just—Kuzuha has always been shy, he rarely initiates their kisses. And when he does it’s only when Kanae is particularly troubled by something.
The younger purses his lips, then lets out a smile.
Before clutching his heart to calm down the thundering heartbeat. Ah, Kuzuha is really killing me.
When regaining his compossure, he skips away to his classmates, repeatedly uttering how cute, how cute, how cute to himself whilst replaying the image of his blushing lover. A sight only he was privileged to see.
“Oi Kanae, why’re you smiling like that? That was a really long bathroom break! Seriously, don’t tell me you were shitting..”
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1: Ibrahim.
“Seriously, don’t call us old just because we both have white hair, that’s gross and insulting!” Kuzuha elbows his friend, the other snickering at his expense.
He can’t help it, Kuzuha was so fun to tease.
“Say, that kouhai over there keeps glancing at us—no wait, I think he’s glancing at you, what year is he from?” Kuzuha’s eye twitches at that.
‘Seriously, now?’ He doesn’t even need to look back to know what “kouhai” Ibrahim was referring to.
Even so, Kuzuha looks back at the direction his friend was pointing at, and lo and behold, the subject of his misfortune.
Kanae—his boyfriend, was surrounded by a hoard of people, he vaguely heard a “Let me take you out senpai!” and decided he’s pissed.
But Kuzuha can’t lie and say he wasn’t more annoyed by the fact that his boyfriend was surrounded by a crowd of people. He wasn’t worried. Kanae undoubtedly loves him too much to pull anything stupid, but the bastard was too nice to decline anyone harshly. It comes with the student council role.
Kuzuha gets up from his seat, ignoring Ibrahim’s questions. Then he pauses once he meets Kanae’s eyes. Who gives him the warmest, most goo inducing smiles he’s ever received. Kuzuha recoils at the feeling.
The white haired scratches his neck, staring back at Ibrahim, weighing the options of his next decisions.
His eye twitches again. Seriously it’s been happening way too often ever since he’s been dating Kanae, he needs to get that checked.
“I told you I’d introduce my friends, but not like this you idiot..” Kuzuha muttered under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing. Come with me for a sec? There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Ibrahim watches in amazement as his friend grows from a pinkish hue to a reddish shade.
His friend whistles lowly, “Oh my Kuzuh, how I would be delighted to.”
“If you don’t shut up right now, I’m leaving you.”
“Okay sorry, wait!”
Ibrahim catches up to his friend, a bit concerned on why his fellow classmate looked just about ready to murder anyone who even so much as to breathe the wrong way.
He won’t lie, he’s a bit excited at who this someone is. He practically knows everyone in the grade, always trying to stay on friendly terms. But outside his year grade? Not many people.
Kuzuha on the other hand, was more reserved. It’s nothing new, everyone knows that.
Which is why no one can blame Ibrahim for the way his jaw drops at the sight of Kanae.
Don’t get him wrong! Kanae is a sweet kouhai that he’s interacted with a few times, always so respectful to his senpais and reliable to his kouhais.
But surely this wasn’t the person Kuzuha wanted him to meet? As extroverted as he was, he was not so familiar with Kanae. That didn’t mean the younger wasn’t extremely popular however, he was a respected student council. And quite a handsome one at that.
‘Kaede mentions him a lot..’
“Oi.” Ibrahim snaps out of his trance once the gruff voice besides him makes itself known.
He could handle attention, but he almost gets whiplash from the amount of heads that turned their way. A bunch of disgruntled girls from their grade, some few male and female kouhais, and most notably, Kanae.
“Can someone go fetch me the documents from my table down at the library? Thanks.” It’s insane how quick some of them ran, screaming for blood. Ibrahim shivers.
And just like that, it was like the crowd never existed. He was amazed.
Wait— “Oi Kuzuha! Why’re you hurting our kouhai?! Let go of his ear!”
At the same time a mixture of Kanae’s wails and Kuzuha’s cursing could be heard as he watches in horror when the older drags the brunette off to the more private sides of the corridors.
Ibrahim feels like he shouldn’t be intruding but he swallows a lump and follows anyway.
“Just what do you think you’re doing!” Kuzuha finally lets go of poor Kanae’s ear, the younger letting out a dragged ‘mouuu’ whilst tenderly rubbing it.
“Kuuchan you’re ruthless” Ibrahim almost gets a heart attack at the same time Kuzuha splutters.
Red in the face, he yells “You haven’t called me that in ages, only now do you do so?!” The senior scowled, face morphing into that of murder. But Ibrahim knows his friend well enough, he knows that under all that he sees a hint of.., fondness? adoration? Whatever it is, it makes him sick.
Kanae smirks at Kuzuha who starts to only get more irritated at his reaction.
Ibrahim stares at the bickering, to be honest he doesn’t know what to call them. Friends? Best friends? Senpai and kouhai? Seriously, he's already had enough of Toya and Gaku.
Once the other senior grows increasingly quiet, that’s when Kanae notices. He stops mid whine to turn over and promptly— does a 90 degree bow.
It’s a miracle that Ibrahim’s jaw hasn’t locked yet.
“Good morning senpai! I’m Kanae, a member of the council, year 11, and in the mission of courting Kuzuha! Nice to meet you!”
Silence. Absolute silence.
Then all hell breaks loose.
“Y- You!” Kuzuha points accusingly. “Me?” Kanae responds with his customer service grin.
“Courting me?! You’re actually insane, you should be glad I didn’t kick you off of this floor, student council be damned!“ The older screeches, Kanae comes closer to him and Kuzuha all but stumbles trying to scramble away.
Luckily Kanae catches his blushing lover, who does everything but stay still, shoving and cursing. “My my Kuzuha, is that any way to treat your future husband?”
The latter promptly grumbles at that, flicking his boyfriend’s forehead, ignoring the groan of pain.
He finally remembers Ibrahim is there, turning to his friend with a grimace while also shutting Kanae up with his palm to his mouth before the younger says anything more destructive.
Ibrahim continues to do what he does best, stare. Stand there and stare. Presumably with his mouth still wide open.
Kuzuha at least has the decency to look embarrassed, a striking difference from the shameless smile that Kanae sends his way. Again, was this the so-called angel of the student council?
“Ano.. this is Kanae..” Kuzuha pauses. “my boyfriend-” Ibrahim chokes at that and Kuzuha sends a glare his way. “-he wanted to meet my friends so, that’s why he’s here.” The older coughed, staring at his boyfriend as he says “even though I didn’t ask for him to show up in a place he doesn’t belong to.” They both give each other a hard stare.
Not wanting for the couple to break into another quarrel, Ibrahim quickly interjects. “So Kanae-kun wanted to court my dear Kuzuha, hm?”
Ibrahim high fives himself for keeping his composure straight, not missing the chance to tease his close friend. Kuzuha however, looks at him with the most puzzled ‘should I kill you too?’ look he’s ever seen and he would’ve been scared if not for the look Kanae also sends his way.
“Are? ‘My dear Kuzuha’?” Kanae questions, although the younger held on to a smile, it was more sinister and reminded him of a demon rather than an angel.
Before Ibrahim could clarify it was good fashioned teasing, it was Kanae’s turn to interject. “Ibrahim senpai, I wanted to ask for your blessing as his close friend, in courting Kuzuha—“ he gets a smack for that “—but now I’m not so sure I’m aware of the development within your relationship together?”
Ibrahim had never been so terrified of his own kouhai before. Never.
The latter spluttered, waving his hands rapidly. “That’s not it! I was just joking— you know what, you have my blessing!” He clarified.
He almost gets whiplash from how quickly Kanae’s expression changes. “Right! Well it was nice to meet you, senpai! I’ll be stealing Kuuchan for a bit now.” He sweetly drags on the last word, pulling Kuzuha along with him, the older having no choice but to do nothing but follow along.
His friend sends him what he thinks is an sos signal but he swears it was just the wind.
The senior turns around like nothing ever happened but he thinks faintly hears a ‘fuck you!’ somewhere in the background, he's not quite sure though.
Must be the wind.
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2: Fuwa Minato
“Fuwa.” At the mention of his name, Fuwa looks up from the ant trail he was staring at.
“Ah Zuha!” He whips his head up to see his close friend. He frowns, taking in Kuzuha’s look. He looked a bit worse for wear. His hair was a bit messed up, shirt diagonal, and face looking like he could sleep on the spot.
It’s probably not far from the truth anyways. It was Niji game day. An event hosted by the council every year just right after semester ends, a bit of a celebration.
Since it was their last year, Fuwa shouldn’t be blamed hoping that Kuzuha would participate more. But alas, the other was just as lazy as usual, if not more.
Fuwa chuckled silently, earning a confused stare from kuzuha. He just shook his head and patted the space on the bench next to him. Kuzuha obliges and plops right down, letting out a huff of exhaustion.
‘Poor Zuha-kun, they probably made him walk ten extra steps.’ Fuwa smiles to himself.
“What’re you smiling at?” Kuzuha gives him a weird look, while also momentarily adjusting himself to lean into Fuwa more.
The latter takes the hint, assuming it was one of those days. He raises his arms and wraps it around the other, pulling his friend to lay his head on his shoulder.
Kuzuha hums in contentment, snuggling in to find a comfortable spot. Once he deemed Fuwa’s shoulder as up to his standards, he starts to drift off.
Though game day was usually rowdy and still is, in the secluded place they were situated in it was a lot more quiet and peaceful. Fuwa does have to join the class soon, he’d probably have to drag Kuzuha along with him.
When his friend shifts a bit he looks over to Kuzuha looking so.. peaceful. The latter always wore a scowl on his face, he had a bit of a lazy yet also stylish look to his uniform too. Fuwa wonders why Kuzuha never gets dress-coded, with him sometimes wearing a black vest over or rolling up his sleeves a bit too much. He does, he just doesn’t care.
Fuwa takes notice when Kuzuha finally settles into slumber, his breaths slowing gradually, body stilling and face relaxed into a neutral look.
‘He definitely looks like a more approachable senpai when he’s in this state..’
“Kuuchan doesn’t usually wander off this far.” Fuwa jumps out of his skin at the voice, almost knocking Kuzuha off of him if it weren’t for the hand around the other’s shoulders.
“Ah! Who— Kanae-san?“ he looks up at the perpetrator, half whispering and half shooing him away.
His junior wore a smile like always, but he could tell it didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was a hint of something that sent shivers up his spine despite Kanae always being so nice—and wait, Kuuchan? He has so many questions, but he’s more scared of Kuzuha’s disapproving stare once he’s realised he’s only slept for a bit so he starts to gesture at the brunette to keep quiet.
But instead of doing so, before he even gets a chance to, the latter just plops down uncomfortably close to his friend.
Fuwa unconsciously backs away, also bringing Kuzuha closer to him which looks like it made Kanae even more ticked off— why is he even mad?!
Before Fuwa could question him once again, he is appalled when Kanae reaches towards Kuzuha and— basically snatches his friend by the waist.
Fuwa’s mouth hangs agape as he raises his arms to try to get his friend back but feeling like something was actively stopping him.
It’s just, Kuzuha looked so peaceful, and as much as it offends himself to say this, he looked more.. belonging there? He looked as if he was meant to be there, like Kanae was the missing puzzle piece.
He snaps out of it once he sees the silver haired start to stir. “Ah! Kuzuha—“
“..nae?” Fuwa stops himself. He wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t so close due to the sheer softness of his voice, it had so much tenderness to it that Fuwa almost threw up. The scene unfolding before him was rather incredulous to his eyes.
Kanae leans down, bringing both arms to hug Kuzuha. “Sleep well darling?” He gives the older the most loving diabetic inducing smile Fuwa has ever seen that he almost had to look away, as if he was intruding on them rather than the other way around. He also chose to ignore the choice of wording, wondering if he should run to spare his life while he can.
Kuzuha gives a low hum, nuzzling his face in the crook of the younger’s neck. Kanae chuckles, bringing him in impossibly close. “I hope not too well then,” Fuwa had to strain to hear the next part. “You should rely on me more, after all you're mine.”
Fuwa gives himself a pat on the back for not choking.
Kuzuha suddenly springs up from his fatigue, startling both parties. He seems to have suddenly remember they weren’t alone, and it further solidified his theory when he spotted Fuwa just a few spaces away, looking as red as Lauren’s hair.
Kuzuha almost, key word, almost screams at his friend to explain himself, but when Kanae squeezes Kuzuha’s waist, he almost lets out a squeak instead.
He grows silent, momentarily weighing his options. The sigh that came out meant it was the option he didn’t like. He can also tell it led to that option too when Kanae smiled wickedly.
“Fuwa.. this is my boyfriend, Kanae. I’m sure you’ve met him already.” Kuzuha looks off to the side, rivalling Fuwa’s blush.
He coughs into his hand then continues, “Kanae, this is Fuwacchi, he’s a close friend of mine.” Fuwa gives a small hesitant wave at that, still bewildered by the situation.
Kanae just hums, pulling Kuzuha closer and snuggling into the latter who was too tired to fight it. Fuwa’s breath catches when Kanae’s gaze was suddenly on him instead.
It reminded him of a cat’s gaze. However, when Kuzuha reminds him of an angry wet kitten he thinks it’s cute but Kanae.. he was downright scary.
If murderous could be a person that would be Kanae right now.
Niji Tech does not have many couples but he’s seen enough to know that that stare meant ‘I don’t care if you’re my senpai, touch him again and you’ll see.’
Fuwa cowered away like the great senpai he is.
Kuzuha blinks one eye open, curious as to why it was so quiet all of the sudden. Fuwa wanted to cry when Kanae changed his expression, quickly tending to Kuzuha’s shifts, showing the familiar angel-like smile when his boyfriend glances up.
Kuzuha tenses up a bit, as he knows that look meant his boyfriend was up to no good.
“Well! It was nice to meet you Kanae, you two make a lovely couple—uh, look! Our classmates called me over there, see you later Zuha!” Fuwa scrambles out, patting the dust off his pants as he hastily gets up.
Kuzuha startles at his friend, “W..wait Fuwa-!” He stutters, reaching his hand out.
“Bye Zuha!” Kuzuha couldn’t even interject because as soon as his friend said that the latter scurried off.
“What a nice senpai!” Kuzuha turns languidly towards Kanae, a murderous glare rivalling one of Kanae’s earlier. Instead this stare promised ‘I’m gonna kill you.’
Kanae sweats.
“Bastard! What the hell did you do?!”