Kasamatsu, Moriyama, and Kobori are friendship goals!! Please make a story about these three's journey of friendship since elementary days (I headcanon this!) until the end of high school. I think Moriyama doesn't go to the same college as the other two so maybe include some sad/angst moments for that. Thanks^^
This ask was as beautiful as hard, it really took me a lot of time. Did I write it during the night? Yes. Is it OOC or not good enough? Probably. Am I going to post it, either way, hoping to make you at least smile? Obviously.
Sorry if it’s not the best thingI’ve ever written, I’m battling with myself right now! I hope you’ll enjoy it!
Have a nice day!
Kasamatsu Yukio & Moriyama Yoshitaka & Kobori Kouji
Friendship, Memories, Fluff, Slice of Life, Sad Moments, From Elementary School to University, Funny, Kaijou Trio, Long Post
“You can’t play with us!”
“We don’t want you!”
Yukio, who was playing football with some boys from his class, stopped running and searched for the source of the commotion.
Another small boy, probably of his age but from another classroom, was surrounded by a group of older boys who laughed at him. He was hugging a ball to his chest, looking at the ground as he tried to hold back his tears.
“Why they don’t want him?” Yukio mumbled, furrowing.
“They say he always plays with the girls, so they don’t want him.” The sudden voice made Yukio jump in the air.
“What?” he turned, wide-eyed, and found one of his classmates. His name was…Kouji. Right, Kouji.
They had started their first year of elementary school two weeks ago, yet it was the first time Yukio’d heard him talking. And he was really tall for being the same age as him.
“They say he should play with girls,” Kouji repeated quietly, tilting his head.
Yukio frowned more and moved his gaze again to the poor boy. One of the other kids pushed him and he fell to the ground.
Yukio clenched his fists and his face became red with indignation.
He rushed towards them, screaming, “Hey you! What are you doing? Leave him alone!”
The boys turned to look at him, sneering, and their victim just widened his eyes, as tears ran down his cheeks.
Yukio growled, “Didn’t your mom tell you that you shouldn’t pick on others?” He glared menacingly.
They snickered, ready to pick on him too, when behind him appeared Kouji. He simply stared at them, expressionless. However, the kids lost the desire to argue with someone bigger than them.
“Tsk, do what you want,” they hissed, walking away.
“Don’t show your face around us!”
Yukio was trembling with anger, ready to chase them and throw a good punch, but was distracted by Kouji.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly to the boy still sitting on the ground.
He nodded weakly as he tried to wipe away the tears, but it wasn’t very convincing.
Yukio sighed at him and held out his hand, “You shouldn’t let them bully you!” he scolded.
The boy grimaced, accepting the help, and stumbled up, “They were more and older…” he argued feebly.
Yukio shook his head, “Still, call for help next time.”
He nodded again, sheepishly.
“So, what’s your name?”
“M-Moriyama Yoshitaka…” he stuttered, fidgeting with his hands.
Yukio grinned widely at him, “Nice to meet you, Yoshi! I’m Yukio!”
“And I’m Kouji,” the other boy added.
Yoshitaka offered a small smile.
“Come on, let’s go playing!” Yukio said excitedly, pointing at the ball he was holding.
His new friend blinked, surprised.
“You want to play with me?” he asked, incredulous.
“Eh? Sure,” Yukio shrugged, “Kouji too.”
“Fine,” the other agreed.
Yoshitaka saddened, “But they said-”
Yukio cut him off, “ ’Don’t care!” he grabbed Yoshi’s wrist and started dragging him towards the garden, Kouji trotted behind them, “Come on! You’re going to play with me from now on!”
“A-are we friends?”
Yukio laughed and turned to look at him, “Yes, we all are now!”
“Yu-Kio-Chan!” Moriyama sang draping himself over his best friend’ shoulders, who roughly shook him off.
“I already told you to stop calling me that,” he growled, but the annoyance in his voice was nearly none and Moriyama knew.
They were walking in their middle-school’ corridor, eating some sandwiches and drinking juice. Kobori was with them, quietly watching over his two friends; he had grown so much that the other students couldn’t resist from glancing at him as they passed. Moriyama and Kasamatsu were now the same height, much to the second’s chagrin.
“Yukio!” he whined again, pulling his sleeve to have his attention, “What club are you joining?”