『 c a t a n d d o g 』

salut d'amour.  one of his favorite pieces to play on the violin.  he hummed quietly as he played the strings of his wooden instrument.

getting lost as he did so.

it's been a week since takashi and [y/n] started going to mori-mori and joined the club called yari-bu.

he actually enjoyed his time there.  though, a few of the students there have been asking him if he wanted to have intercourse with them or give them a blow job.  takashi of course denied them for him in an instant.

[y/n] tried to ask once about what those words mean and what they meant by that, but takashi just told him to not mind it.

he stopped playing and shook his head. 
"maybe i should just search for them on the internet."

he began to put away his violin in the case and zipped it up, placing it on his shoulders.  with that, he began to walk down the hall.  as doing so he fails to notice a door being flung open.  which of course, caused his face to collide with it.

"damn. .  i'll never forget a situation like that."
a voice said with a sigh. 

[y/n] scrunched up his nose at the pain, warm liquid pouring out of his throbbing nose.

he quickly got up and faced the person who flung the door open.  "hey!  you could have broken my nose."  he exclaimed, holding his hand up to the bloody nose as of some way to stop it bleeding.  the person jumped slightly at his sudden voice, but then turned around to face him.

"oh.  hey, toono."

tamura scratched the back of his head.
damn.  how long was he standing there?

he didn't know why, but he hoped [y/n] didn't hear him having you-know-what in that room.

wait.  why do i care?  also, why is he holding his nose?

"tamu-senpai!  you made my nose bleed; i hate blood!"  he whimpered out with teary eyes.  tamura cheekily smiled at the name and walked up to him.  "i have no idea in what you're talking about."  [y/n] pouted at his response.

"you opened that door too roughly, which caused me to hit my nose against it, but i guess it's my fault also, for not paying attention."  he said sadly pouting.

tamura found it cute in a way.  maybe he should complement him about that.  that'll probably make [y/n's] mood better.

"don't start to cry, it's disgusting.  you literally look like a snobby five year old."

. . . damnit!  why do i always say the wrong thing?

[y/n] looked towards him with tears falling down his cheeks.  "you're so mean, senpai." 

oh great.  now you've done it tamura.
he dropped his head lowly towards the ground.  he should apologize, right?  he slowly looked back up, but when he did, [y/n] was gone.  tamura took glances around the hallway and that's when he seen a hint of a shoe disappearing to a near by corner of the hallway.

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"and? what happens? are you still searching for someone to lose your virginity with?" shikatani asked takashi. he rubbed his now scarlet colored face (shikatani slapped him, for spitting saliva).

"no, it's not like that. . ."
appearing from behind out of nowhere. i could of had a heart attack! he thought nervously.

"oh. . if that's the case-" shikatani is cut off as he heard a familiar voice.

"m-master! tamura-senpai called me a snobby five year old!" takashi quickly turned his head to the voice, getting glommed into a hug from behind. "w-what? what happened?" he asked his friend.

[y/n] looked up with puffy red eyes as he open his mouth to say something, but is cut off instantly by a voice behind them.

"toono! i'm sorry. i'm sorry i made your nose bleed and called you a snobby five year old. ." tamura said, out of breath from the running he had done.

shikatani turned his head towards tamura, "did you say. . nosebleed?" he asked in slight disgust.

[y/n] turned his head towards the purple haired, "yeah." he pointed to his nose that now had dried blood, "i was distracted and wasn't paying attention to where i was going. which ended up me getting smacked in the face by a door that tamura-senpai opened."

shikatani looked at the boy's nose in disgust.
"get it away from me. it's revolting. ."

takashi looked at him in slight annoyance, "your disorder is very cruel." [y/n] looked down at the statement shikatani gave. he hated that word with passion.

"i think persona fits better," tamura said as he started started to pat [y/n's] head. the cat-like male instantly purred as he leaned further into tamura's hand, his grip loosing from takashi's back.

"his persona gets out of control.  thinking that he can cause troubles just because."  tamura pulled [y/n] towards himself as he landed in between the blue haired male's legs.  takashi glared at him.
i hope he doesn't try anything dirty with [y/n].  he thought.

tamura then chuckled as he remembered something amusing he once done to shikatani.  "i once tied him up and started to pick my nose in front of him.  he was so disgusted that he threw up till he fainted!"  he finished saying as he was about to pick his own nose.

"you want it.  right?"  he asked takashi with a smirk.  the brunette male shook his head and cringed slightly.  "no thanks.  i think i'll be good."

tamura has a really mean personality. . 
takashi thought.

"third year, group four.  shikatani-kun, report to the science laboratory.  i repeat. ."  the person on the intercom repeated once more as shikatani got up from his spot on the floor with a deep sigh.

"hey, hey, not bad.  matsumaru-sensei is calling you, shikatani-senpai."  tamura said as he rubbed [y/n's] ears with his thumb and pointer fingers.

shikatani pushed his glasses to the top of his nose.  "that person. . sweats a lot.  it's really disgusting."  he said lowly, as he walked away from the trio.

"science laboratory?  what for?"  [y/n] asked innocently.  tamura shushed him and then talked, "ah. .  shikatani really hates matsumaru."  he said as he moved [y/n] and himself next to takashi who had many questions in his mind.

this schools is very strange.
[y/n] thought, nibbling on his dark gray sweater.  he then took a glance at the field in front of him.  as he did, he seen some one who made him smile wide.  "yacchan!"  he exclaimed, but not loud for yaguchi to hear.  "i didn't know that he likes to play soccer."

"so it seems."  tamura said, playing with [y/n's] soft hair.  "you know him?!"  takashi asked in shock.  tamura shook his head slightly.  "not really.  though it doesn't matter to me.  do you like yaguchi?"

takashi blushed at the question.  "uh. .  well, it's not that kind of 'like' but. ."  he started off.

"he's adorable."  both [y/n] and tamura said in unison.  they both looked at each other, [y/n] smiled at the blue haired male.  tamura blushed softly at him, but then fake coughed in his fist and changed the situation.

"i'm going to make you two listen to my great and incredible first encounter with yamaguchi!"  he exclaimed.  "wait what?"  takashi said.

"shut up, you damn virgin."  [y/n] furrowed his eyebrows at the word.  virgin?

tamura continued to talk.  "this happened during the welcome ceremony of 1st year, when i was about to enter 2nd year."

[y/n] raised his hand and bounced on tamura's lap, he groaned softly at the action.  he placed his hands on the male's hips, stopping him from continuing.  "what?  what do you want to ask?"

"i just wanted to say that i know exactly how this is going to go!"  tamura's raised a brow.  how could he possibly know what will happen in his story?  "all right. . .  i'm listening."  he stated with a wave of his hand.

[y/n] smiled widely and nodded.

"you probably got bullied by a few students and after they hurt you, yacchan suddenly appeared and helped you!"

"that was just a hunch?"  tamura asked, slightly surprised.

[y/n] giggled and nodded.  "i'm a good guesser when it comes to those kinds of things."

"that's. . .  interesting."  tamura said.

"but anyway, it was like an angel had appeared."  he said dazed as he told the story anyway.

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umm. . . i still think this chapter is crApPy-

but like. . manic (by conan gray) is playing in my earbuds and i'm vibing 😎✨