#“um actually instead of you being productive how about fuck you :)” - the universe whenever i try to do literally anything

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Gonna steadily (re)post art in bulk fried in Glaze.

#myart #original character #character design #now my tantrum is finished i will post stuff lol #seriously though it was bad timing my mental health has been shit since my mum died in january and i was gonna do something this month sinc #its ovarian cancer awareness month and thats what she died from #was gonna open kofi to take donations for doodles to give to charity but the tumblr ai thing was just another huge turd #from the universe in the cereal bowl of my life #“um actually instead of you being productive how about fuck you :)” - the universe whenever i try to do literally anything #anyway these tags are making me seem very mentally stable so maybe i will stop hehehe #but seriously don't be concerned i just need to vent somewhere. i actually feel i turned a corner this week with the grief but. ugh. #a shit shower is still a shit shower even if you manage to find an umbrella yknow #on the bright side i subbed to sheezy art and i'm really impressed with it so far #well if you read this far thanks for reading. sorry for being depressing. take care of yourselves and each other!! #dang i needed this vent more than i realised lol #rant

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I Know You’re Not Far, But I Still Can’t Handle All The Distance

1.8k: hariana friendship rise warning(s): unedited soz just had to get this one out before I overthink

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“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna sing.”

Harry stops playing for a moment so he could hear what Ariana had to say.

“My fans have been wanting me to jump on Instagram Live to sing a few songs but I really can’t handle all that real-time shit. I just want to sing and then dip so I’m just going to record a quick video. I think it’d be a nice surprise to have you join in, finally feed your fans some new content of you.”

“Hmm, I suppose but I won’t sing.”

“Why not? They’ve been wanting some sort of duet for a while, you know.”

“Um, and show the world how rubbish I am singing next to you?”

“You are not rubbish! Have you forgotten our killer duet of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ when we watched ‘Wayne’s World’?”

“No, I just wanna listen to y’voice. I miss it,” Harry pouts, leaning into his elbow as it rested on the hood of the piano.

“Okay, then, H,” Ariana rolls her eyes, smiling as she fixes herself. “Suppose you’d like a relatively easy song to play. How does ‘My Everything’ sound? For old time’s sake?”

“I Know You’re Not Far, But I Still Can’t Handle All The Distance”

or

The one inspired by an alternate universe where Harry played the piano for Ariana’s 2020 version of ‘My Everything’ while in Quarantine

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“‘Lo love, how are you?” Harry asks as he fixes his laptop screen, leaning it just right so the light coming from his bedroom window wouldn’t cause such a harsh glare. When it was just right he could see Ariana much better but it seemed like her picture needed another moment to catch up with her voice, as behind the frozen image he could hear her giggling softly.

“That was quick,” Ariana’s voice strays as if she walked away for a moment, but the picture’s finally changed and is moving so Harry just waits on his phone until she appears again. When the movement settles Harry sees that Ariana is sitting in her living room. “I’m good by the way; miss hugging everyone, I swear when we’re given the all clear I’m inviting y’all over and cooking the biggest fucking Italian dinner y’all will ever have,” she says.

“I could so go for Italian right now,” Harry sighs as he sets his phone down and shifts himself up a bit so he can be more comfortable, “Been eating all the bread in this household m’tooting up a storm in here.”

“That is… horrendous.”

Harry chuckles at her reaction, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie. “‘ave you got the pups with you?”

“Always,” Ariana smiles, “Toulouse is right here, Pignoli is watching me from the other sofa and Myron’s having a nap.”

“Miss the little ones so much–,” Harry is suddenly interrupted by a guttural snort which scares even Ariana. She soon breaks into laughter as she picks up Piggy Smallz who’d been lurking behind her. “Aw does miss Piggy want her Harry love too, my big girl?” Piggy makes a noise which sounds extremely happy which causes laughs all round.

“Yeah, miss ‘aving the wind knocked out of me whenever you give me kisses,” Harry chuckles.

Of her pets, Piggy became to be the most territorial over Harry.

It started when Harry went to support Ariana at her Sweetener Tour show in London. He’d finally gotten the privilege to meet Piggy in person, and after some time holding her thinking they’d become the best of friends, she took a massive shit which splattered on his white pants. He just had to have been wearing an all-white outfit that evening.

“You reading anything good?” Harry asks.

“Um… I’m currently reading ‘We Have Always Lived in the Castle’. Seems good so far.”

“‘Kay, adding it to my cart right now,” Harry mumbles. “I’ve read like two books so far. Trying to get through this third one but I keep fallin’ asleep. So nice to just sleep.”

“I know right. It’s weird actually getting like fourteen hours of sleep for once, instead of two.”

“You deserve the rest though. Bloody insane, your tour. Can’t believe the year you had. I like… honoured to have witnessed history unfold, y’know?”

“Oh please, can we talk about your music though. I genuinely cried listening to ‘She’ earlier, like full-out, ruined-my-makeup, swollen-eyes, everything– just… tears.”

“Thanks? I guess?”

“No, H, really. My mind can’t fully comprehend Mitch’s solo in that song.”

“Oh, well, thanks, I’m only the one singing the song.”

“It’s nice to hear you exploring different vocal dynamics. You have the range and it really shines on a song like ‘She’. These are all things I’ve told you before H.”

“I know but it’s nice to have my voice praised by the vocalist of our generation.”

“Oh my God–.”

“No, seriously, I have not stopped listening to the song you showed me a couple days ago. Can’t believe you posted it to your socials.”

“Yeah I don’t really care if I get in trouble at this point, I’m like in that place mentally, emotionally, whatever where I’m creating and it’s nice and free and I just wanna share that. But thank you.”

“That reminds me I’m writing something and sort of like putting the skeleton of the music together and I was wonderin’ if you mind if I use your vocals for the synth?”

“Yeah sure, use whatever’s on google drive.”

This folder on Google Drive that Ariana’s referring to, is a shared folder with a couple vocal notes they’ve made in the past that they’ve sometimes dipped into for production samples. Harry’s relatively new to using vocal samples as instrumentation on a song since his previous record was mostly classic rock inspired. Apart from double tracking his voice, the extent of his vocal exploration on that record had been the infamous duck sound on “Woman”.

With Fine Line he’d really been inspired by Ariana’s vocal production and wanted to do a lot more of it on this record. With his producers he got a lot better at curating his own sound but if it weren’t for Ariana’s support he wouldn’t have known where to start with figuring out what else his voice can do.

He liked the idea of sampling someone’s voice, hiding it within a song where no one knows it’s even there. Who better than Ariana to be that voice.

“Can I hear what you got so far?” Ariana asks.

Harry nods and gets out of bed (with great effort which makes Ariana roll her eyes). He brings his laptop with him as he descends down the corridor. He enters the living room where a grand piano sits in the centre and props the laptop down on its surface as he sits by the keys.

“Fair warning, m’still learning,” Harry says as he plays a few random notes to prep his fingers before he begins to play.

Harry’s only got a verse and a pre-chorus, and a sort-of chorus figured out. It’s mid-tempo for now, but it might change once he can get in the studio. He starts singing, trying not to focus entirely on his fingers playing but he’s still a beginner so he’s got his head down more or less the whole time. When he finishes, he looks up again and is honestly… not surprised to see Ariana crying into her sleeve-covered hands.

“It’s sooo good.”

“Obviously, it’s not done yet–.”

“The first verse got me, but that pre-chorus– damn it,” Ariana quickly, and quite dramatically wipes under her eyes as Harry smiles with warm cheeks, kind of loving the praise coming from her, “like you’re so fucking talented, and can I just say your piano playing has improved a lot! You have nothing to worry about.”

“Thanks love,” Harry looks down and plays a few keys, hoping the terrible MacBook camera quality would hide his sudden bashfulness.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna sing.”

Harry stops playing for a moment so he could hear what Ariana had to say.

“My fans have been wanting me to jump on Instagram Live to sing a few songs but I really can’t handle all that real-time shit. I just want to sing and then dip so I’m just going to record a quick video. I think it’d be a nice surprise to have you join in, finally feed your fans some new content of you.”

“Hmm, I suppose but I won’t sing.”

“Why not? They’ve been wanting some sort of duet for a while, you know.”

“Um, and show the world how rubbish I am singing next to you?”

“You are not rubbish! Have you forgotten our killer duet of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ when we watched ‘Wayne’s World’?”

“No, I just wanna listen to y’voice. I miss it,” Harry pouts, leaning into his elbow as it rested on the hood of the piano.

“Okay, then, H,” Ariana rolls her eyes, smiling as she fixes herself. “Suppose you’d like a relatively easy song to play. How does ‘My Everything’ sound? For old time’s sake?”

“You’re in luck, that’s literally my go-to practice song at the moment. Surprisingly quite a vocal heavy track, or maybe I just don’t know how to sing.”

“Harry I fucking swear to God, you say one more self-deprecating thing–.”

“Sorry, sorry, m’just blown away every time I listen to it. Right then, let me take this old thing off. Gotta look good if I’m gonna be playing next to you,” Harry says as he pulls his hoodie off and sets it aside. He’s got on a black t-shirt that’s two days old and counting but the camera probably won’t pick up much quality anyway so he’s got nothing to worry about. Harry pulls his hair out of its scrunchy and runs his fingers through until his fringe looked somewhat contained.

“Got sent some cute-ass nails today,” Ariana says as Harry leans up close to his screen, being met with her brand new white nails with small light-grey clouds on the very tips. “Cute,” he agrees. “My nails are looking God-awful. Fuck, you think the camera will pick them up?”

The blue colour on his nails had mostly chipped off, leaving them in a ‘too naked to be fully edgy’ situation that has Harry hiding his hands from sight.

“I barely noticed.”

“I’ll just angle the camera so they don’t show.”

“You ready then? I’m gonna record the screen. Hopefully it works.”

“Okay, yeah, hold on. Okay, yeah.”

They eventually do two takes. One to see if it was actually recording and sounded good, and the second was the actual recording that Ariana planned to post.

This should have been easy, real simple, considering it isn’t their first time just hanging out, singing songs on the piano or whatever. Literally the other day she sent him a voice note singing some random meme and it didn’t phase him at all because it’s expected at this point. When it’s just them it’s not nearly as nerve wracking. Now he’s torn between wanting to play the piano well as to not mess her up, wanting to sound good to prove to himself that he’s doing better at playing like she’s said, but also wanting to just melt into himself and listen to her sing.

It seems this internal struggle appeared very well in the video as he and Ariana watched it back. Ariana sang beautifully; effortlessly as per usual, while Harry looked genuinely lost between playing and listening to her sing which with their videos side-by-side made it look like Harry was sort of in disbelief that the person next to him was singing so angelically, which wouldn’t even be far from the truth.

“Hah, that’s funny,” Ariana grins, “I’m posting it now. Prepare to become a meme.”

The video quickly went viral apparently. Neither Harry or Ariana would know since right after she posted the video they did as she wished and let it be, allowing the internet to have at it while they curled up in their beds and put on “Tiger King” to see what the hype was all about.

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Chris McKinley: Pre-SQUIP

((Penguin: As promised, a somewhat angsty fic for a Somewhat angsty boy :p))

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Today fucking sucks. Maybe I should be lighter on it considering today has barely happened… But no, it already fucking sucks. I woke up late, I didn’t eat, I forgot some of my homework. Everything that could possibly go wrong was just stacking up on top of me. It was so streamlined how wrong everything was going, you could make it a children’s book: Chris McKinley and the Never-Ending Nightmare That Was High-School. Sounds like a best-seller to me!

I pushed my way through the School halls, trying to ignore any passing glances. It was a tad difficult, for some reason my presence attracted a lot of attention… Usually not the good kind, either. They were almost like knives, stabbing right into where everything felt like goo and nothing could make it right. I kept my gaze ahead, noticing a familiar hat among the crowd…. Oh thank god. I picked up my pace, catching up with the hat until I could see the familiar face wearing it.

Unfortunately, I crashed into someone. I stumbled back a bit. I didn’t really have the strength to look up at them.

“Sorry.” I said, trying to move along. However, I only found myself being tugged back. The person glared at me, their teeth were gritted.

“You think you can just go around bumbing into people?” They asked.

“N-no… I was just-” I never got to explain myself, I never do.

“Fucking freak!” Suddenly they shoved me. I felt walls on all sides, and realized I was now in an empty locker. The door slammed on my face. I could hear laughing and sneering on the other side of the door. I shook, I probably would have slouched down if not for the much too short space. I covered my ears, letting my rapid breathing and quiet sobs drown out everyone else.

The crowd eventually quieted down and moved on. I heard someone fumbling with the lock and froze. Who was doing that?… My answer came sooner than I thought. The door swung open again, revealing the same hat and face I had been seeking before.

“You okay, Chris?” Roman asked, outstreatching his hand. I grabbed it, pulling myself out.

“No, but what else is new?” I mumbled, wiping my face. Roman didn’t let go of my other hand, and instead guided me down the hall.

“C'mon… we’re gonna be late for class.” He replied. I could tell by his voice alone he was upset. I let out a sigh, following him as best as I could.

“Thanks for um… Letting me out of there.” I said, managing to flash a small smile. Roman smiled back.

“Hey, you would have done the same for me… Transbros for life.”

“Yeah, Transbros for life.”

After this exchange we’d gone to class…. Which ended up being somewhat uneventful. I’m actually a little greatful for that. What had happened in the halls had been bad enough, I don’t think I could stomach another event like that. Luck seemed to be on my side with that, as I managed to go through most of the day without too much trouble. I honestly thought maybe the universe was trying to apologize…

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I had Drama after school. I wasn’t really much of a performer, But I took my stagecrew duties very seriously. Hell, it was one of the few times in my day I got to hang out with people who liked me (Aside from my classes with Roman).

Me and Anita were currently trying to pry up a very heavy setpiece. The Drama Club got a budget increase this year, so we were actually able to buy extra materials to make slightly more impressive sets.

“Hey, Chris?” Anita called up. I glanced down from the ladder I was currently standing on. “Do you think you could hold this for a few minutes? They need as many people as possible for this next job.”

“Yeah I got it! Don’t worry.” I called back, tightening my grip. The set was currently being held in place by a Rope-Pulley system. Anita had very securely tied down her own rope, but mine still had to be held manually because there simply wasn’t enough of it (There wasn’t enough in the budget for a longer rope, either).

At first, I was managing pretty well with the rope. In fact I was quite confident that there was no way someone could screw this up… Then I noticed the ladder was starting to tilt. I jerked a little, trying to shove it back into the right direction. But, that backfired, and I only caused it to tilt over in the opposite direction. Then, I lost my footing completely…

This next moment was probably one of the most terrifying of my life, Because I was dangling ten feet off the ground with nothing but a rope that was probably older than I was suspending me as I swayed back and forth. So, natually, I screamed. Suddenly the entire room stopped, and everyone’s attention was stuck onto me.

I saw faces starting to merge and swarm together along with various shouts and yells. Suddenly the room filled with nothing but undecernable noises. I could feel my head grow slightly numb as an indescribable sensation shot through my body…. the old, corse rope started to slip through my hands…

Then I felt an arm pull me in. I looked over. Apparently Anita had managed to position the Ladder upright during this time and had Climbed up to get me. I shakily grabbed one of the wooden steps and gripped it with the strength of… Well, A lanky high-school boy in complete shock. I could see Anita mouthing words but I couldn’t bring myself to make them out. Instead I just let her carefully guide me back to the ground.

I could make out a few whispers now… “Who the fuck left Clumsy Chris alone like that?” “That bozo could have wrecked the whole thing.” “Honestly I kinda wish he fell.” I shook my head, trying to block them out again. Anita kept lightly tugging me along until we were outside the auditorium.

“You okay?” She asked when we were finally outside. I nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Y-yeah… Just kind of…. out of it.” I mumbled. Anita’s expression shifted to concern.

“I think you should head home, Chris… You don’t really look like you’re well enough to work.” She said.

“…Yeah, sure.” I mumbled. Really, I had my suspicion she just didn’t want me to hear anything else the club had to say. And the fact she told me to just wait outside while she got my bag further confirmed this… Or maybe she just didn’t want to be seen with “Chris the Clumsy Fuck-up”, not that I blamed her for that.

I noticed something move next to me. I glanced over, seeing a somewhat unfamiliar person… I wasn’t sure who they were, but I was certain I’d seen them in the halls. I glared.

“What do you want?” I snapped. I didn’t wanna hear any more sneers or gross names today. However, the person merely leaned back.

“I’m gonna be frank with you kid, I’ve been observing you. No offense, but you seem like you could use some assistance with your daily life.” I cocked an eyebrow at them.

“What the hell are you going on about?” I asked. The person smirked.

“I was a lot like you once. A loser, a nobody, a clumsy screw-up. I couldn’t talk to anyone or go anywhere without being looked down upon… Then, I got a SQUIP.”

“A… A Slip? Like, from the consoling office?”

“Not a ‘slip’… a 'SQUIP’. It’s a pill-sized computer, you take it and it implants in your brain and tells you how to live without problems.” I looked at him like he was insane.

“That’s… I’m not sure I believe you… Are, are you high right now?” The guy shrugged.

“No, but I don’t blame you for being sceptical. Look, if you really aren’t sure… My dealer, Roy, works at the Bowling Alley in the mall. Tell him ol’ Dusty sent ya, he’ll hook you up for only $200.” Then, the kid turned around, vanishing as quickly as he came… I had to admit, even considering the people who go to this school, this guy seemed pretty sketchy.

But, his story also seemed… Alluring…

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I ended up heading to Roman’s house once I’d gotten my bag. We lived practically next-door to eachother, and I would have had to pass by anyways. I was over there often enough to where I was basically allowed to walk in whenever I wanted uninvited, though I kept my manners in mind when I did show up.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I picked it up and glanced down at it.

Message from Mom: Working Late. You’re on your own for dinner.

I put my phone away, Sighing. This happened way too often, I dunno why I still didn’t expect it to happen. Maybe I could ask Roman for some chips or something…

I entered Roman’s house to find him and Kaede playing Mario Kart. Yoshi was in first, so I assumed Kaede was currently winning. But, at the last second, Baby Luigi (Roman) pulled through and crossed the line first.

“Damn it!” Kaede Groaned.

“Never underestimate the power of a 3 year old.” Roman said with a shrug.

“Did they ever confirm the age for the babies?” I questioned. The two of them jumped in their seats, glancing at me with a look of terror.

“Jesus! Chris, I didn’t hear you come in.” Roman gasped.

“Don’t you have stage crew today?” Kaede asked.

“Uh, Yeah, We had a really productive day and got enough done to end early. I thought I’d pop in since I was passing by anyways.” I explained. I didn’t really want to talk about what really had happened. Though, they seemed to by this well enough. Even Kaede didn’t seem suspicious, and he was good at noticing these things.

“We’re gonna start another round, You wanna play?” Kaede asked. I flashed my first real smile of the day.

“Sure.” I said, taking a seat between the two of them. I played as Iggy Koopa, a personal favorite of mine. We ended up racing for a while. It was nice to forget how bad my day had been for a little bit, though at the same time I felt distracted by that kid’s words… What if he was telling the truth? Sure, $200 was a little pricy for me… But I did have the money. Hell, it was even in my wallet…

Maybe Kaede knew something about this SQUIP thing? He usually knew about sketchy stuff like this, he’s probably at least heard of it. And if he didn’t know about it than maybe the kid actually was just spreading a story.

“Hey are you guys hungry at all? I think I can get my parents to buy us some pizza…” Roman offered. I snapped out of my thoughts.

“Pizza sounds pretty good right about now.” Kaede said, “What about you, Chris?”

“Uh, sure! That’d be great.” I replied. Well, that took care of my food problem. Roman left the room. Me and Kaede sat in silence for a bit.

“So, you wanna tell me why you really came home early?” He asked. I froze, taking in a sharp breath… Yup, there was no getting past Kaede.

“I may have… Accidentally…. fallen off a ladder…. while I was holding a rope… ten feet off the ground.” I mumbled. Kaede’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit, Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah I didn’t get hurt… Just, scared and confused.”

“Confused?” Kaede questioned.

“Yeah um… See, after the whole ordeal this guy named Dusty came up to me and told me about this thing called a SQUIP? He said it was like, a computer or something… You ever heard of it?” I asked. Kaede’s expression changed again. He glanced over to where Roman had left, then turned back.

“Look, don’t go tellin’ Ro about this alright? I’m only telling you because I trust your judgement on this thing,” He explained, “But, yes… I have heard of it. Some of my cousin’s in Japan told me about it once, apparently one of their friends got one. It’s basically a literal 'Chill Pill’. The thing implants in your brain and talks to you, helps you with whatever you task it with.”

“Yeah, Dusty said something like that.” I confirmed.

“Well, Listen, I dunno where… 'Dusty’, got one… But I’d be careful about these things, alright? For all I know, he just coincidentally made up a story to get a couple of bucks outta you. He might just be spewing something he overheard out of context. Plus, I don’t really know that much about it myself… I might be able to get ahold of my extended family and ask them about it but that could take awhile.” I thought more about it. It almost felt like Kaede wasn’t saying everything… But I didn’t pester.

“Well, thanks anyways… And Don’t worry, I won’t go telling-” I froze, noticing Roman just starting to enter the room. I quickly changed my sentances. “Roman! Yo, we still on for Pizza?” I asked.

“Yeah, But we’re only getting one so… What toppings do you guys want?”

“I’m good with anything… EXCEPT Pineapple, alright Chris?” Kaede teased. I gave a look of faux offense.

“Good sir, Fruit was made for Pizza.” I said,“The minute Pizza Parlors start including strawberries, it’s over for you Fluffs.”

“Ew, Gross!” Roman said, “What if I got it half-cheese half-pineapple? Would that please your angst-driven soul?” I thought about it.

“Yeah, that works… The angst is Very pleased with that decision.” I confirmed. Kaede seemed to be okay with this, too. Roman left again, but came back pretty quickly, and we continued our game while we awaited our food.

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I left Roman’s house at about 6. He’d probably have let me stay the night if I asked, but I didn’t really want to overstay my welcome. I thought more about this SQUIP thing as I walked… Maybe I could just… try it out for a bit? If it was a computer then that meant I’d have some way of turning it off, right? Unless… It can’t be turned off…

I walked into my room, dropping off my bag. I reached in and pulled out my wallet, starting to count my cash. $250, that was more than enough… Right? I sighed a moment, glancing at some of the posters on my wall. I was seriously considering going for an overpriced tic-tac. This was quite an extreme decision. One poster stared back at me, specifically one of Christian Slater and Winona Ryder. Heathers was a personal favorite film of mine. I had quite a few posters for it around, this one just so happened to have the honor of being the first thing I saw when I woke up… I stared at Slater for a bit longer.

The extreme always seems to make an impression.

Fuck it.

The mall wasn’t too terribly far away. I was able to bike there in no less than 10 minutes, which gave me pleanty of time since most of the stores didn’t start closing until around 9. Plus I was pretty sure the Bowling Alley was open until 11 anyways. I walked through the mall, keeping my hood over my head just in case someone i knew was there. Luckily, I didn’t run into any familiar faces.

I walked into the bowling alley, and upon hearing just how rowdy the place was almost turned back… But my curiousity got the better of me in the end, and I pushed forward. Eventually I reached the counter, where a somewhat spooky looking guy stood.

“What can I do for ya, kid?” He asked.

“I’m looking for a guy named Roy?” I replied. The guy raised an eyebrow.

“That would be me. What brings you here?”

“Um, Well… This guy named Dusty said you could 'hook me up’?” The guy rolled his eyes.

“Fuckin’ Dustin… Alright, I’ll hook you up. But you tell him to pay his tab before I cut him off.” Roy dissappeared after saying this, then reamerged a few minutes later. “You got the cash, right kid?”

I pulled out $200. Roy counted it out, then handed me a little baggy with a pill inside.

“Take it with Mountain Dew, I don’t know why but Mountain Dew is the only thing that activates it. And all sales are final! Don’t go coming back here for a refund! Now, Scram!” He shooed me off. I was kinda happy to leave, what with the noise and all.

I started making my way towards the food court. I stared at the tiny, grey pill as it sat in it’s bag. It was jarring, but something about it also brought comfort… maybe my life was about to get easier.

I bough a single Mountain Dew from one of the machines, and sat myself down. I was a bit hesitant about it now that I was so close… I held the bag up to my face, eyeing the SQUIP.

“Well, little guy, I guess we’re doing this…” I told it. I twisted the cap off the soda, and unzipped the bag.

There was no turning back now…

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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Neighborly Etiquette | Yoongi

→ summary: Based on this prompt [x]. You and your boyfriend live across from Yoongi’s apartment, much to his chagrin. Your laughter and dancing and bed creaking were seriously annoying him, until it stops. Then, Yoongi finds himself knocking on your door. And no, he’s definitely not there to comfort you. No way.

→ genre: neighbor!au, fluff, slight angst

→ words: 2.6K

Yoongi’s nights usually consisted of laughter and dancing, but it definitely was not him doing either of that. In fact, he was too busy yelling an annoyed “shut the fuck up” at the infatuated couple living adjacent to his apartment to ever engage in such frivolous activities. Why laugh and dance in his goddamn underwear when he could produce more music? He certainly could not understand how the people living next to him could ever waste such precious time on useless things such as love and happiness when you could be doing something productive. Like grumbling at the obnoxious sound of a squeaking bed from next door. If anyone asked if Yoongi was jealous, you would be sure to expect a proper bitching from him.

Yoongi was never shy when it came to expressing his disapproval at your nightly levities. He always made sure to tell you, as he exited his apartment the next morning to see you waving a giggly hello, that your nighttime exploits were “seriously ruining his creative process.” But alas, his complaints fell on deaf ears, since all you could do was send him a sly smile in response.

So really, in hindsight, Yoongi should have been glad when the laughter finally stopped. The black-haired gentleman who had frequented your apartment stopped coming over, and Yoongi knew this was true because the bastard’s car used to park in Yoongi’s designated parking space all the time (not that he had a car, but it was still the thought that counted). Your usually smiley face failed to make an appearance in days, but this thought was only slightly concerning to the busy Yoongi. After all, he could not afford to think about the absence of his neighbor when he could barely even afford to have a moment of sleep.

And so, your absence extended into weeks, then into months, until so much time passed that Yoongi could not even remember the last time he saw you smile. He had seen you leave the apartment occasionally, with not even a tight-lipped smile sent back to his slightly more awkward one. On the odd evening, he would hear another concerned neighbor knock on your door, but still to no response from you.

It was complete radio silence, and Yoongi did not like that.

No, Yoongi was definitely not concerned about his neighbor. Nope, not even a bit. He was just used to routine, and your odd behavior had extended for so long that he was sure it was the reason his music was starting to sound much too sappy for his liking. So yes, he has been knocking on your door for 10 minutes now, but no, it was not because he was worried.

Of course not.

“Really, Y/N? You’re going to ignore me for this long? Isn’t this against neighborly etiquette or something?” Yoongi groaned, opting to use his head to knock on the wooden door. Big mistake on his part, as the resounding thump just made his already rising headache worsen.

For another minute, only the sound of Yoongi’s breathing could be heard throughout the hallway. Yoongi could only roll his eyes, wondering if he should give up already. After all, he would definitely not have been first to leave, seeing as how there was an already growing pile of gifts from the other kinder neighbors. Just as he was about to stomp back into his home, he was surprised to find the door finally inching open. Yoongi’s eyebrows rose up in question, not really expecting his pestering to have worked.

You did not open the door for him, but instead peered at him through the crack. “How would you know anything about neighborly etiquette?” You responded quietly, a smile still absent from your face.

Yoongi halted, staring blatantly at the shorter girl. Thinking back, Yoongi never really expected you to respond. Now that you have, Yoongi did not really know what to do. (In retrospect, maybe Seokjin-hyung was right. Yoongi was totally socially inept.)

He was not sure what he was expecting to see when you opened the door. Maybe tears flowing from your eyes? Maybe a glare from you because he had disturbed your peace? To his shock, he instead found your once mirthful eyes completely devoid of emotion, completely dry of tears but definitely tired. Tired? He could relate to that.

Did Yoongi know how to comfort a crying girl? Not really. But did he know how to deal with an emotionally dead sack of a girl?

Not really either.

...

Where was Yoongi going with this?

“Erm,” Yoongi eloquently replied, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “I was just…. Can I have some tea? I’m all out of tea. Yeah.” Yoongi mentally berated himself, but mostly because he hated tea and now would have to deal with the possibility of having to accept the dastardly drink out of politeness. (See? Yoongi did know some etiquette.)

You stared blankly at him, a quirk of a brow the only indication that you might be suspicious of his intentions. Before Yoongi could begin to think of another excuse, you merely shrugged after a few seconds, opening the door for him.

Yoongi shuffled into the home, and immediately blanched at the sight.

Your normally pristine apartment (not that Yoongi regularly went to your apartment; he has seen it from the corner of his eye once or twice) was now completely wrecked. Piles of books were scattered on the floor, unwashed clothes (Yoongi will pretend he did not see the pink thong on the couch) decorated the living room, and boxes of old takeout were littered in the kitchen.

Before Yoongi could even get a word out (honestly, what would he even say?), you only chuckled darkly at the mess. “Yeah, I know. I’m pretty disgusting, aren’t I?” You shrugged, pushing some of the clothes off the couch and plopping down carelessly. Yoongi toed the books, glancing at the very obvious lovey-dovey covers and sappy titles.

“Uh, I was going to say you were pathetic, but disgusting is true too.” Yoongi replied, shoving the rest of the clothes off the couch and onto the floor. (Yoongi had touched the thong.)

You only groaned in response. Your hair was tied into a limp ponytail, most probably unwashed for who knew how long. You were also wearing a pair of sweats that Yoongi was sure had belonged to your boyfriend, obvious from the local university’s football team’s logo emblazoned onto the side. You honestly looked pretty sad.

“I heard that,” you grumbled, chucking a textbook in his direction. Yoongi dodged, blushing slightly because he definitely did not mean to say that out loud.

“Well, it’s true. How long have you been hoarding all this shit? And I thought that I was a lazy bastard.”

“Who are you calling lazy, lazy? Besides, I thought you wanted tea. I wasn’t even sure that you liked tea.” You paused, eyebrows scrunching (cutely, but Yoongi didn’t think that. No way.) “I see you drinking black coffee from the coffee place down the road.”

“Ok, yeah. I hate tea. It was just an excuse so you would let me in.” Yoongi sighed, failing to notice that you had known what his favorite drink was. “I was knocking on your door for 10 minutes.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Why’d you want to come in? I didn’t see you much as the caring type. You always told me to fuck off whenever we—I was noisy.” You corrected hastily, abruptly standing up and walking to the kitchen. The awkward moment quickly passed. “So, what? Black coffee?”

“Uh, yeah.” Yoongi replied dumbly, standing up to follow her to the kitchen. “And yes, I am definitely not the caring type. I was just making sure you weren’t dead and that I didn’t have to call the cops.”

You turned your head slightly at his direction, offering him a sly smile. “I always knew you were a softie.” Finally, a smile, Yoongi thought. Even thought it was kind of sarcastic, it was still one step forward.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Give me my coffee so I can leave.”

Your hands stilled from their ministrations. Yoongi looked up, wondering why you suddenly stopped moving. Almost hesitantly, you turned towards him shyly, a sudden change in attitude that almost scared Yoongi. You, shy? Smiley girl turned zombie was suddenly shy?

“What is it? Why’d you stop?” Yoongi asked. You only fidgeted a bit, fumbling around with the cups and sighing heavily.

“Erm, this is kinda awkward,” You started, and Yoongi could not help but scoff internally. Kinda?

“Well? Spit it out.”

“Could you stay here? With me? It’s kind of lonely and I...” You trailed off, a heavy blush decorating your cheeks. Yoongi’s eyes widened comically, surprised by the sudden question. He coughed awkwardly, his cheeks mirroring yours.

“Wait! Um, actually, I take it back! I’m sorry for being so awkward, I was just—“ You blubbered, waving your hands quickly. “Oh my god, I would never ask you for such a thing, I just, uh...”

Yoongi cut you off. “I’ll do it.”

You stopped your rant. “Uh, you’ll what?”

“Um. I’ll stay with you, sure. I don’t really mind. Not like I have anything better to do.” He said, scratching his neck in embarrassment. God, you were both socially inept. (Seokjin snickers in his apartment, but he does not know why.)

You giggled, and Yoongi could not help but think it sounded like music. Maybe he should put it in his mixtape? (God, that was gross. What’s up with him?) “You, without anything better to do? Aren’t you Mr. My Creative Process Is Always Disturbed By Your Stupid Ass Merrymaking?”

Yoongi scoffed. “Hey, I’m trying to be nice here! Do you want me to stay or not? Because I’m perfectly fine with leaving you to become a dead slug all day. Who cares? Not me!”

There was a silence for a while. Yoongi scolded himself internally. Stupid, stupid! Now you offended her and she probably hates you even more and god why are you so goddamn cute when you’re laughing—wait you’re laughing?

You had started laughing at his mini outburst, and after a minute, Yoongi grinned proudly at his achievement. If his nagging got you laughing, then he guessed that will have to do.

“You’re so ridiculous, you know that?” You finally gasped, your laughter finally dying down but your smile still lingered on your face.

“However,” He continued, raising his finger. “I have one request.”

You furrowed your brows, urging him to continue. “Shoot.”

“We clean your damn apartment. It’s fucking gross.”

“You’ve been wearing the same shirt for a month? Gross!”

“This pizza box has been here since last week? What are you, a rat?”

“Oh my god, you read the entirety of the Nicholas Sparks collection? Unbelievable.”

“You’re telling me that you’ve been drinking tea all this time because it reminds you of him? Monster.”

A month ago, you were sure that you were as good as dead. Losing your first love to another woman was always something you never thought would happen to you. Ever since he had left, your heart had always felt hollow.

Yet somehow, life decided to give you another chance. This grumpy man whom you had always thought acted like some weird old uncle was actually making you feel things again. Yoongi’s nagging caring had awakened a part within you that you thought had died. It was true that you had not smiled in over a month, and you were sure that nothing would ever be the same again. But somehow, along the way, Yoongi reignited something in you. It was a bubbly feeling, where it started from your chest and flowed freely to your head to your toes. It was warm and safe. It was Yoongi.

Were you scared?

“Yes, I’m disgusting. I get it!” You laughed, shoving the last of your laundry into the overflowing washing machine. “Mind you, I still remember that time you had to call the plumber because your huge turd blocked the entire plumbing system.”

Yoongi glared daggers at you. “We NEVER speak of that again, promise?” He said, poking you in the stomach. You clutched the offending part quickly, a look of fear passing your face before leaving just as quickly.

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed. “What was that?” He asked, a wicked grin forming on his mouth. His eyes squinted in glee while yours widened in fear. “Don’t tell me...”

“NOOOOOOOO!”

Yoongi cackled. “TICKLE FIGHT!”

The two idiots rolled around of the floor; Yoongi tickling you while you (tried) tickling back.

“H-hey! That’s not fair! Y-you’re not ticklish?!” You screamed, trying as best as you could to defend yourself from your attacker.

Yoongi had your arms pinned above your head, his gummy smile never leaving. “Not my fault that the gods have blessed me with superhuman abilities.”

The tickling fight finally caught up to the both of you, as both your giggling slowly came to a stop. You noticed the compromising position you were in, and coughed awkwardly to get Yoongi’s attention. He immediately let you go, a soft pink hue coating both of your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Uh, well...” Yoongi coughed, looking at his watch. His eyes light up in fake surprise. “Would you look at the time? It’s almost 2AM... I think it’s time for me to get to bed.”

Yoongi stood up, offering you a hand as well. He pulled you up, your eyes trained to one another. Yoongi could not help the way his eyes lowered to your lips, and the same could be said to you.

The air stilled, and Yoongi could not help but think this was like one of those scenes in the romance books you so obviously liked. God, he hated himself for being such a loser, but he really could not stop looking at you. Despite your messy hair and puffy face, he never realized just how great you are—

Hold up.

Yoongi was not going to fall in love with this girl. Nope. He definitely has not been in love with this stupid, grinning fool ever since he moved into his apartment and set his eyes on you. No, he had not been jealous when he found out you had a boyfriend. No, he was not secretly pleased when he broke up with you. No, he did not love your laugh, your stupid smiley face, your tea loving tendencies... There were definitely no warm feelings in his chest whenever you said his name.

Nope. Nadah.

...

Was he scared?

“Uh, yes... I think I should get going now.” He cleared his throat. He quickly detached his hand from yours, both of you blushing harder after realizing holy fuck we’ve been holding hands for how long now???

As he turned to leave, your voice stopped him.

“Um, I wouldn’t mind some help tomorrow. You know, for the laundry? If you aren’t too busy, I might add.”

He turned his head to you, eyes focusing on the shy smile lighting your face. The stupid butterflies in his chest erupted into a dance (Damn, how pathetic can you get Yoongz?) and Yoongi could not help the grin spreading on his face.

He nodded. He closed the door.

You heard the soft pattering of his feet and the closing of his door from across the hall.

From your apartment, you whispered to yourself, “See you tomorrow.”

From his apartment, he whispered to himself, “See you tomorrow.”

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tensemi / reonsemi ghost au wip

it’s been like 2 yrs since i wrote haikyuu fics, but i was clearing my old stuff and found a WIP that might be of interest to ne1 who’s into tensemi and reonsem. it might never get completed, but if anyone wants to take this premise for their own fic or something just drop me a comment or msg?  if you’d like to see this continued or have any general feedback feel free to comment as well

premise:

-Semi is a University student with a huge crush on his tutor and classmate, Oohira Reon -Tendou is a ghost that haunts the school grounds; Semi's dorm, in particular -He possesses Semi to help him confess to Reon

One: THE POSSESSION PART

A soft thud sounds from the back of Semi's cupboard. Reon's ears, ever-attentive, caught it - made him look up from his notes.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" His tutee asked, keeping his eyes down on his worksheet.

He strained his ears, but the only sound in the dorm was the click clack of Semi's calculator.

"Never mind," He released the tension in his broad shoulders.

The serenity was short-lived, however, when the other appeared to be fidgeting.

"Um, actually, Reon, I have something to ask you." He nervously put the calculator down.

Reon watched him, waiting, but all that followed was a prolonged silence in which the other seemed to bite his lip.

"There are no stupid questions - you can ask me anything."

Semi looked down at the paper.

(It's not about homework, Reon.)

"Eita?"

"I, uh, got 270 instead of 248." He sighed in defeat.

"Let me see your working."

He stiffened when Reon leaned over - he could feel the hairs of his forearm bristling against his own skin, and the warmth of his breath. He opened his mouth to find it dry.

"Um, here." He slid the worksheet over to his side. Reon's fingers brushed against his own as he picked the paper up, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Semi could have sworn he heard a cold laugh coming from the cupboard.

"Ah, you forgot to subtract the heat loss."

"Did I?"

"You're making a lot of careless mistakes."

"Yeah, I'm kind of tired, sorry."

"Should we call it a day?"

"Okay." There was a strain in his voice - it gave Reon the feeling that there were things he'd left unsaid. But from the nervous wander of Semi's gaze, shooting to all angles of the room, he decided not to pry.

"You need to get enough sleep," He chastised as he gathered his stationery. "There's no point forcing yourself to do homework when you can't think clearly, you know."

"I know, I know," He rubbed his eyes, and - to Reon's relief - the tension seemed to leave his frame. "Geez, you sound so old."

"Well, you'll understand when you're older." His schoolmate said in the most sombre tone he could manage, trying not to laugh.

"Reon, bro, you're like, 12 days older than me."

"Then you'll understand in 12 days, kid--"

"Okay, Reon." He steered him towards the door. He tried not to blush at the contact. "As usual, thanks for the help."

"Don't sleep too late."

"Don't start sprouting grey hairs." Reon froze - not only did that voice sound distinctly different from Semi's, it sounded like it echoed from behind the cupboard doors.

"Did--did you say that!?" He sputtered. But with a final shove from Semi, he was out in the dormitory hallway.

"N-night, Reon!" The door slammed shut.

Under the flickering fluorescent lights, he stood still for a moment, unblinking, before shaking his head. He started walking back to his own dorm - two blocks away.

Maybe I'm the one who's short of sleep.

Semi sighed and leaned heavily against the door once it was closed. But he was given no reprise, as a dark spectre swirled from the foot of his cupboard. It shifted in shades of black and blood red, before taking form in front of him. He rolled his eyes at the lanky redhead before him.

"Didn't ask your guest to stay the night? Thought your parents raised you better than that, Eita."

"No one raised me to live with a noisy ghost who can't shut the fuck up."

"Reon raised you well, though," Tendou smirked. "Your dick, I mean."

He put his face in his hands, turned round to face the door, and groaned loudly.

"Chin up, kiddo. You got really close to telling him this time."

"I thought I told you to stay out of my room whenever he comes over."  He mumbled against the door.

"Right, 'cos I'm the one distracting you from learning, not Mr. Too-Hot-to-Tutor."

"Hey," He spun round, pointing a finger. "He's a good tutor, and he volunteers his time for free."

"So quick to rush to his defence," Tendou moved to the bed. "But so slow to make a move."

"Satori-"

"I'm just saying, you're not the one with an eternity to spare." He laid back against the pillows, though, from where Semi was standing, it looked like he was floating above it. "Watching you pine for him is starting to feel like such a drag."

A pause as he thinks this over. He shakes his head, wordlessly, and begins to get ready for bed, oddly silent. Tendou has spent too much time people-watching to let the rapid blinking slip past his notice.

"Don't start crying now."

"I'm not." Eita turns to leave, toothbrush in hand.

"Hey," Suddenly, the spirit's right in front of him. "What's wrong, kiddo?"

"Asshole, can't a guy get some privacy?"

"You're scared."

"Like hell I am-"

"Of telling him how you feel," Tendou guessed - correctly. "Because you don't want things to get awkward between you and him, to lose what good you two have now."

Semi doesn't meet the spectre's eyes.

"You think you're not good enough for him?" Tendou couldn't hide the indignance in his voice. "Look in the mirror, Eita, you're all smart angles, sharp eyes, and soft hair - you're the prettiest thing on this damn campus. Hell, you're prettier than that Oikawa Tooru everyone goes on about."

Semi snorted involuntarily; couldn't stop himself from grinning.

"There's that smile! I knew it was in there somewhere."

"Shut up, I need the bathroom - and don't follow me." He snapped as he slammed the door behind him.

Sighing, Tendou obediently stayed behind.

He's pacing the room when Eita comes back.

He'd turned the shower on much too hot - as evident from the flushed pink of his skin. He drags his feet to the bed - falls to it in what looks like a theatrical swoon - and buries his face into the soft pillow.

It was nothing unusual - the tired sighs, the lovelorn lethargy - all part and parcel of young and restless love. He'd been the sole listener of Eita's whining many a night - the lone audience to Eita's lonely monologue. Some days, the ghost wondered if he'd ever poke at his obviously awkward behaviour around his tutor and classmate, Oohira Reon, if he'd known this would be the result.

But Tendou himself was guilty of such weak, needless pining. Back when his breath was in warm puffs instead of chilly air, back when his blood ran hot and his temper, even hotter. Looking at the lovesick figure on the bed gave him a pang of nostalgia.

He can really see himself in Semi sometimes.

(In more than one sense...)

The sinfulness of that afterthought makes him stagger in his step.

(No wonder I can't go to heaven.)

"Eita..." He peaks out from the pillow. "What's taking you so long to confess? You really think he'd hold you in contempt? You seriously think that little of yourself?"

"I don't know. I just, I'm--" He furrows his brow, but the apparition gives him no time to answer.

"Or are you thinking too highly of him?"

"I..." He begins again. He turns around, lies back on the mattress, stares at the ceiling. "I don't know."

"Either way, this isn't like you."

"Good, let me be someone else." Tendou's annoyed that he prefers to address the ceiling. Can't this kid give him the courtesy of looking at him when they talk? "If I could be someone else - anyone with more guts than me - at least I'd tell him how I feel."

Tendou knows the feeling all too well.

(I can really see myself in him...wait.)

"Wait. That gives me an idea." Semi sighed.

"Your last idea involved me dropping a pencil by his feet, seductively bending over his lap to pick it up, while exclaiming 'Oh, Mr. Ooh~~ Hira, is that a TI-84 graphic calculator in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?'."

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try it?"

"Distasteful."

"No, no, listen, kiddo: why not let me confess to him for you?"

"What?"

"Let me possess you."

"What?" Semi sits up so fast he sees stars.

"I can possess you," He repeats slowly. "With your permission, of course. I mean, do you see yourself around him? You're a fumbling lovesick idiot."

Semi stands up hotly. He can sense the kid's temper rising, and raises his hands in defence.

"Listen, I'm bold enough to confess to him - and a smooth motherfucker, at that. I can get you in his pants."

He blushes in response, but the spirit can see the kid hesitate.

"I've done it before," he continues cautiously. "Possess a human, I mean. The fun wore off though, I haven't done it in a while, so I'll need to practice a little. We can-"

"Suppose I let you do it," Semi says. Tendou can't stop staring at the way his mouth moves. "Would I have consciousness? Will I know what you're doing? Can you safely pull it off, without harming me?"

He smiles crookedly.

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try it?"

The way Tendou grins appeared sinister the first time he saw it. But by now, he knows him well, and senses a strange fondness from a being so mischievous and undecipherable.

"So, d'you wanna give it a shot? Let me help you out?" He inches closer.

At that moment, he realizes that he trusts him more than any sentient being in the world.

"Deal."

Yamagata Hayato doesn't overthink things.

He has the bad habit of talking too loudly on the train - he doesn't think much of the dirty looks the other commuters give him. He uses Gatsby hair product every morning, because that's the brand his father used - its the one his home is always stocked with.

He doesn't keep tabs on things, and it lends to a tendency for absent-mindedness.

To exemplify: he forgets his phone a lot. He doesn't deliberate when he leaves it lying around, and likes to drop it into the nearest, most convenient receptacle, be it his shoe locker, or a friend's school bag, or even Semi Eita's pockets - as it usually does when they go out for runs (Yamagata doesn't have his own pockets - his pants are designer).

On one such evening, he holds his phone out to Semi as he laces his shoes. His friend looks up at him with a confused expression.

"What?"

"Hold my phone, bro."

"Why?" Perhaps it was a trick of the shadows, but Semi's lips looked unusually pale today.

"Otherwise I'd forget it?"

"Put it in your own hot pockets, hot stuff." He winks at him. Now, it's Yamagata's turn to be confused.

"I don't have my own pockets."

"Oh?" Semi sounds surprised. His features seemed to contort, as though he were thinking hard. "Oh ho ho? Hayato?"

"Yeah, buddy, you alright?" He had a look of discomfort on his face, as though opposing forces were fighting within his mind. Semi's lips twisted as he stood up.

"Tendou just take his phone and stop asking questions." Semi muttered. His eyebrows shot up, and he clasped a hand over his mouth. It startled Yamagata.

"Huh? What?"

"Will you excuse me for a quickie?" His friend took hurried steps to the restroom with a gait that looked peculiar and unfamiliar.

Silently, Yamagata stepped into the restroom just as he heard a cubicle door slam shut.

"That is not how you use the word 'quickie', Tendou." Semi's voice resounded.

"You were getting the hang of talking to me silently, through thoughts alone - why'd you slip up and say your thoughts aloud then?"

Semi seemed to be talking to himself. Yamagata opened his mouth, but couldn't think of an appropriate response.

"We've been practising this all day - maybe I'm worn out now."

"Does this guy distract you 'cause he's all buff and shit?"

"Tendou, please."

"He has nice thighs; I had to keep my eyes on my shoes to stop us from admiring them."

"Could you please stop hitting on him?"

"Could you please reconsider your romantic interests?"

"No. Stop practising seduction on Hayato, you horny fuck. I'm not letting you play my friend like that."

"It's your horniness for Reon that got us into this, kiddo."

"Fuck you."

The squabble with himself seemed to decrease in volume, however. And when Eita emerged, he looked fairly composed.

"Hey hey, Hayato."

"Were you talking to yourself?"

"I was practising my lines."

"Your lines?"

"For a play I'm auditioning for."

"Woah, for real?" Yamagata's eyes lit up. "Was that why you were so weird earlier?"

"Yeah, I was nervous about forgetting my lines, but now that I've practised, I feel much better."

"You shouldn't worry so much. Like I always say, just chill."

"Righto, kiddo," He gave him another wink. This time, Yamagata doesn't question it, and winks back.

"Let's get running before the sun sets."

"Wanna pass me your phone?"

"Yeah," Yamagata looked down at his hands. "Oh wait. Where the hell did I put it?"

Yamagata Hayato doesn't like to overthink things.

So he quickly forgets his friend's odd behaviour in a matter of days.

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