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The Beginning......
"Damnit, damnit, I’m late for school! Curse you, Dark Reunion!” Kaido exclaimed, lathering hairspray onto his luscious blue locks, tossing an unbuttered piece of toast in his mouth and running out the door without so much tying up the laces on his converse. The morning air was a beautiful sky blue, the sun was filtering delicately through the cherry blossoms and Day1 by Red Velvet was blasting in his headphones, loud enough to distract him from his breathing as he ran, loud enough so that he couldn’t hear the boy around the corner……
BAM!!!
The two boys collided into each other at full force, sending Kaido sprawling onto the pavement and his half eaten toast flying out of his mouth into oncoming traffic and hitting someone’s window.
“Urghrsd”, The little blue haired fellow let a disgruntled grunt upon meeting the concrete. He was not happy. The day was already off to a bad start since his alarm didn’t wake him up, and now he was lying on the pavement in the brand new trousers his mum got him? Not today, not today.
Kaido paused his music.
“How dare you push me to the floor! Nobody messes with… THE JET BLACK WINGS.”
*JUDGMENT KNIGHTS OF THUNDEEEEEER*
“So I suggest you apologise right n……..”
Kaido trailed off as he looked up to see the person who had pushed him down. It was a boy, a tall, handsome, really fine, like crazy fine, oh my god how is he real, his hair looks so soft, his glasses are so cool, stop it you need to be mysterious, hot boy. And said hot boy was glaring down at him with what looked like murderous intent? Kaido didn’t really know, he had always been bad at reading social cues.
This boy was called Aren.
Aren was forged in a life of crime, a fighter, brutal, strong and feared by all who knew him. He led men places they wouldn’t go with a thousand guns, and beat them black and blue, till their blood coated his boots and all the mob bosses cheered his name. But. He was bored. This mob boss super powerful life, it wasn’t for him. So, he had enrolled in the nearest highschool, dyed his awesome hair, put on some glasses and was ready to Carpe diem on his first day of school! That was until he collided with a small blue haired emo on his way there, a small blue haired emo with no respect for him at all, did he not know who he was!? No, he thought, deep breaths Aren, of course he doesn’t know who you are, you are a changed man, and you have changed for the better, changed for kindness! So, slowly, he turned his gaze down to the boy on the floor only to see him looking terrified and blushing up at him.
Ever so gently, their eyes locked and everything suddenly seemed to take on a soft haze. Pink tinted Aren and Kaido’s vision as they gazed into each others eyes, a light breeze ruffling their hair as a string quartet played a beautiful symphony. Kaido clutched his chest, he had never felt this way before, was it, the work of Dark Reunion? No, this felt like something pure, something delicate and beautiful, like a gold string wrapped around his heart and tied to the one of the gorgeous purple haired boy before him.
Aren allowed himself a small smile as he stared into the sparkling eyes of the little blue haired emo beneath him. He looked so sweet, so full of wonder that Aren knew immediately that they were feeling the same emotion, like Cupid himself had struck them both with his fuzzy arrows of love, nothing could spoil this perfect mo-
“I HEAR WEDDING BELLLLSSSSS!”
With a puff of glittery purple smoke, Charles Boyle of the NYC 99th precinct appeared before them, his ugly ah tie glistening with delight.
*silence*
There was a record scratch as the two teenagers slowly turned their heads towards him. Then, Kaido recognised the strange, short middle-aged man and jumped up, mouth agape.
“DETEVTIVE CHARLES BOYLE FROM BROOKLYN 99!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"
“Call me Cupid little one, I am here because you two are soulmates! Surely you felt that little gold thread connecting you two? That is your soul tie!
“Woah”, muttered Aren, " This is a really strange dream with badly written dialogue.”
“This is not a dream my little Chickadee! I Charles Boyle am here to make sure you two get together!”
“So I’m… gay? This is news to me.”
“Aren you are Gay! And so are you Kaido, though you knew that already, I know about those Gojo body pillows!”
Kaido turned extremely red as Charles Boyle blew some rainbow glitter into his face.
“So”, sputtered Kaido, trying to get glitter off his tongue, “I have to date whatsisnamez, Aren? I mean, not that I don’t want that bro, you are like, really, um, hot, I guess, and like, I don’t know, cool, uhhh no cap, on god y’know.”
Kaido was slowly turning more and more into a tomato with every sentence as Aren looked confused but smugly down at him.
“It’s chill bro. You’re like, super cute too I guess, no cap, on god.”
“Woah”
“Woah”
“We just said woah at the same time, so I guess that just means we have to”
“Kiss now”
“Kiss now”
And so, Aren and Kaido kissed passionately, as Gojo Satouro played the saxophone and Charles ‘Cupid’ Boyle giggled while dusting them with glitter. This made them late for school, but it was ok, because they ditched school and rode on Aren’s old gangster motorbike to have a picnic in the park where they kissed and ate sandwiches and fought Dark Reunion and everything was perfect.
The End
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