“Look. I know you’re trying not to make this a big deal, and like hell I’m gonna inhibit your newfound taste for adventure, but this doesn’t seem like that. I mean, let’s be real, your sense of adventure usually ends up with something blowing up in the microwave or like, going to the convenience store drunk at three a.m. You know? Just… I dunno. All I know is that this isn’t normal, and you’re actually kind of starting to freak me out.”
Yuki shifted his toe into the gravel. He chewed the inside of his lip, trying to suppress the thing collapsing behind his sternum at his horrible honesty.
“So can you just do me a solid and stay with them for the night? Like, I get it, it’s awkward or whatever, it’s not really your ‘thing’ to drop by like that. But I’d rather you be awkward and with people we know than fucked up and alone for the next few hours.”
“I’m not fucked up,” Yuki mumbled.
“Yun,” Kakeru said, and the edge in the way he said it made an anxious chill shoot down Yuki’s arms. “C’mon.”
-
Yuki ends up at the ocean. He ends up at Kyo and Tohru’s house. He doesn’t know why; none of this was exactly planned.
when i say “kakeru and tohru bisexual on bisexual violence” what i mean is they see each other at gay brunch & they’re both wearing ancient avril lavigne tshirts. they acknowledge this, consider that they could actually have a conversation, and proceed to sit at opposite ends of the table.
you have these two catching each others eye from twenty feet away, promptly eying each others shirts, kakeru thinking “ah shit cmon” and tohru thinking “well okay i guess :)” while out loud they’re both like “soooo…. avril huh” “mhm! yep, avril” followed by a thirty second silence before they turn around and do not speak to each other for the remainder of the gay brunch
it’s these shirts btw no they did not get them from the actual tours because they were some variation of a) a child b) poor c) not allowed to have fun d) did not know about avril lavigne until he was allowed to have a personality at the tender age of 14 jesus christ kakeru. tohru reps under my skin and kakeru reps best damn thing. this is the grungiest thing tohru owns she feels extremely cool wearing it (and she’s correct)
i cant stop thinking abt something vitamin pointed out on twitter the other day which is that in the manga yuki apparently keeps his nails long until he becomes closer with kakeru and then he starts cutting them short and i just. like. i dont know what takaya thought she was implying with that but i know what im getting from it and i. i. WHAT????
what if like kakeru owned a pet rat or two and every time yuki came over they just talked shit (affectionately) about kakeru like “god isn’t his laugh So Loud but it really makes the room sing doesn’t it” and “he always has shit in his teeth but his smile is so damn radiant you barely notice” awww!!!!!
totally fucked (/sometimes not knowing when to quit bites back, /when a look means more than or less than, /it’s okay to admit you didn’t know how to ask for what you wanted)
She clicks her tongue with a soft tsk. She places her hand on his knee, faux consoling and all condescension as she says,
“You’re so nosy. It was just a kiss.”
Bull, he thinks, and shit. He believes well enough that they didn’t actually have sex, because he thinks Yuki would have looked more than just bothered about it over lunch the following afternoon if they did (catatonic maybe, or maybe he wouldn’t have shown at all). But Kimi never “just” does anything. Wherever the line’s drawn, she always teases herself over it just a little more, just to show she can. Consequence, real consequence, is a foreign thing to her, and that pairs very beautifully with her dislike for things being out of her hands. Figuratively and literally.
He squints at her hand on his knee, and then at her.
“…You didn’t go after him just because I left, did you?”
With a roll of her eyes, she draws her hand back to herself and pushes herself up to stand.
“Don’t think so highly of yourself, Kakeru. It had nothing to do with you.”
