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Post by keroholic on Jun 27, 2012 7:59:29 GMT -5
It seemed like it was ages ago, his time in high school. Every step he took through the school's corridors felt vaguely familiar and nostalgic, despite the fact that he'd never set foot in this building before. Moeta had just finished an errand the professor he assists had assigned to him. Just a simple task of retrieving a folder full of research data he had lent to one of his acquaintances teaching at the school. Although the last class had ended just a few minutes ago, the only students that were left were the ones on cleaning duty. Moeta passed by them, throwing glances at a few lazy mops on the way. He smiled as he slowly began to recollect past experiences.
The 'graduate' had reached the main foyer to hear the faint sound of a downpour coming from outside the shut glass doors. "Lucky~" He was thankful to have remembered to check the forecast before heading out. After fitting both of his shoes on snugly, he walked over to the umbrella holder and swiftly pulled his large navy one out. The moment he pushed the door open, he had to take in a breath of astonishment. Now that he was outside, Moeta could hear the pounding of the raindrops in full volume.
With the push of a button, the umbrella flew open, ready to shield Moeta from the bad weather. He was about to step out of the cover, down the steps out of the main entrance, when he saw a student without an umbrella. As he was in nothing of a hurry and, by the looks of it, the rain wasn't going to lighten up anytime soon, the older teen decided to share. He cleared his throat once and moved his umbrella to the side to make room for the other. He smiled and asked politely, "Would you like to join me?"
(notes: sorry i'm late DX <3)
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Post by AKIYAMA TAKUMI on Jul 1, 2012 8:24:54 GMT -5
School. Why had he even bothered turning up again? It's not like he had to be here not like he was still stuck in the years of compulsory education or anything. Damn his family complex. Damn his need to make them proud - not only his mother and father, but his brother and sisters, too. Oh, how they glowed when they heard how he wanted to go to Tokyo University, to study business, to be everything his father had wanted of him. He couldn't exactly drop out and apply for art school, not now - it would break their hearts, and that was something Takumi was simply not prepared to do.
And yet, here he was, ditching extra class. He had mumbled excuses about deadlines for the art club to the teacher (who was less than impressed - he should have quit club by now, if he was to be any kind of decent student). And then he had decided to ditch club, too. It just wasn't the kind of day to do anything; sure, it might be nearing Summer, but it was unseasonably cold and had been threatening to rain all day. And Takumi had left his umbrella at home.
He had hoped to get away before the worst of the rain started, to maybe make it to a department store or a bus stop and not get too wet. But he had loitered too long, and now it was pouring: he stood at the front entrance and honestly contemplated going back up to do his extra class. He stared at the almost solid wall of water with a rather unsatisfied look on his face. Today was not going to be his day, was it? With a sigh he pulled his blazer up above his head and prepared himself to make a run through the downpour but was stopped by the sound of a voice.
"Would you like to join me?"
He looked up, pulling the collar of the blazer back around his neck. His first thought - this guy was cute. The second - who was he, exactly? It was obvious he wasn't a student, nor had Takumi ever seen him around as a teacher or an assistant. Just your regular helpful civilian? The odds that one would turn up here were astounding, but obviously not impossible.
"You would not believe how much that would help, thanks." He spoke with a smile, re-doing the buttons of his blazer. Maybe his luck today wasn't so bad after all.
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Post by keroholic on Jul 12, 2012 8:17:06 GMT -5
There was no way Moeta was going to let this boy run through the rain with just his jacket over his head. By he size of his figure and pale complexion, he would've caught a cold at the least. At the student's positive response, the older teen beamed as he made more space for his new company. Once the boy entered the shelter of the umbrella, Moeta gave the gloomy sky one last glace before starting off on what will be a very damp walk.
"So, where are we headed?" He asked without making eye contact as he was too busy turning his head in each direction, observing what was in both. Moeta planned to take this boy right up to his doorstep, no matter how far he lived. He slipped an arm over the young male's shoulder, bringing him further into the dry shadow before finally turning back to the boy. When their faces met the smile he had slipped a bit while his eyes grew wider. This boy had such long lashes and almost foreign pale complexion.
Realizing he had just begun to ogle at the boy, he gave his head a good shake before returning to his grin. Though his time 'out of it' lasted only a second, it felt much longer to him. He could feel his blood rush to his face in embarrassment. Hoping the boy didn't notice, he turned his head again this time to face the front. With a little awkward clearing of his throat and a small glance he spoke again. "I'm Okubo. Okubo Moeta."
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Post by AKIYAMA TAKUMI on Jul 14, 2012 9:05:50 GMT -5
All things considered, Takumi wasn't exactly expecting the boy to hold him so... intimately, especially since he didn't even know his name. It's not like it was a bad thing in his eyes - more that the timing was a little off. Usually this sort of thing happened at night, when he was somewhere he wasn't supposed to be, doing things he shouldn't be doing. He'd never had a man approach him in broad daylight before, let alone at school - his looks must be just that dazzling.
But before Takumi could get too big a head, the kind stranger pulled away. Perhaps it had all been a mistake, and he had been imagining things: a sure sign that he was in desperate need of extra sleep. But after that brief moment of closeness, the teen decided he should get a better look at this stranger - just in case he was some kind of creep, or something. Takumi had long ago perfected the art of hiding behind his fringe and surreptitiously taking in his surroundings, a skill that often came in handy. The boy couldn't have been much older than he was - smooth skin, dark hair, athletic. Completely his type. A different class of looks from your classic beauty: he was more solidly built, more structurally sound than a thin waif like Takumi himself. No, this stranger was more like... like a statue carved by the Romans.
But now wasn't exactly the time to be thinking about that! He was just some kindly passerby, whom he'd probably never see again. He shouldn't get too caught up in how good he looked, because then he might start daydreaming, and the inevitable parting would be all the more disappointing.
"It's not that far, just up this way a bit." He smiled back at the stranger, who took that moment to introduce himself. Strangers no more - now it would be even harder for the teen to fight the daydreams that he could already feel sneaking in. Suppose they hit it off, on the short walk, and suppose he got his number, and suppose that... no, no! He shouldn't be thinking like that, because really, what were the chances of any of it actually happening? No, he should just crush hope now and just continue on with his current lifestyle. It was doing pretty well for him so far, after all.
"I'm Akiyama Takumi," he replied, starting off in the direction of his home. It was strange, but he couldn't bring himself to look at the boy walking next to him. Suddenly he had this urge to find interest in absolutely anything else, to have his eyes wander over the storefronts and the footpath, for instance, rather than dare to let them look at the person beside him.
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