◆♢Winter♢◆ Chapter Twenty - Valentine's Day
(A/N): Math. I swear, if any of you solve this, I will do whatever you want. It's a deal. THIS IS NOT MINE THOUGH.
Disclaimer: Might be bad language here that you, as the reader, may not approve of.
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Your POV
School officially done for the day. Tuesday. A red Tuesday.
Red velvety banners strung from the school ceiling in vivid tones, emphasizing the theme repeatedly slammed to your dead tired eyes with the cheesyness of all that, combined, that didn't even catch up to overpower the romanticism of Karamatsu's...confident little smile. But the overused red color hurt your eyes, straining the inner nerves of them from appearing in literally every corner of the school, expecially at the brown-colored water fountain stops.
The words 'Valentine's Day' was always neatly scribbled out in a fancy cursive font on both homemade and printed out internet originated banners all alike, nothing but red being the theme for today. You would appreciate it if your mind wasn't programmed to see red everywhere, pretty sure this was a effective form of torture, but rainbow posters might just be as worse. The kids are gay! Ergh, as in happy! Not meaning to spark a huge complicated war or anything, I just like using old-timey words once in a while.
But really, you were sick of it all. It's not like you hated the supposed 'day of love' or anything, although you might have to take that statement with a itty-bitty grain of salt. The red did realistically began to hurt your retinas, the pain travelling down to your stomach as some sort of pit stop. Did you swallow a bone or something? A crystal? A huge sort of guilt compressed bile of some bitter kind traveled slowly up your throat in a stinging sensation, sans the actual vomiting part that was infamous in these types of red dilemmas.
Red was meant to be happy, not an accidentally-ill-tasting color the moment your exhausted eyes sneak a peek of it. Y'know what they say, delicious music exists. Oh, and that when life gives you potatoes, you make potato salad.
So help it, if you ever came across one more blurring flash of bloody red ever again, you will, without a doubt, permanently erase red from existence with these magical hands-
"[Y/N]? [Y/N]!" An annoying voice called out to you from behind, proving to be nothing but terrible luck in this story of supposed luck and all. Curses.
You groaned distastefully before gathering your whole will and sanity, daring to turn your whole body around to what seems to be the staircase. You pledged to give all your belongings to [P/N]. And maybe you would spook/haunt the Matsus if you wanted, you would have to check into that.
Funnily enough, the first one thing you see is red. No, not in English, even though bold does represent a different painful language, but just the emphasis itself relates to how much you despised the tone, hue, color, colour, etc.
The Matsus were unevenly spread out on the torn surfaces of the stairs, most surrounding something in familiar, or should I say someone? The messily haired Matsu somehow fits his whole body on the thick slab of stone, hugging his knees close to his ruffled school uniform in an effort to conserve some space for the others. Although that last part seemed nice and all, he really just didn't want to touch or get near anybody at this moment. Physical contact would only upset this dilemma more than it should.
The others wore worried expression, anxious to get a peek of Ichimatsu's say in their situation. Well, everyone except for Todomatsu, the only one who didn't close off Ichimatsu in this circle of anxiety. He rattled his fragile screen with his thumbs, texting maniacally away as he wasted his precious life to further continue as the pink social butterfly he is today. Be free!
Osomatsu was the one who called you, proven by the way he stared at you in a tense way. He was trying to awkwardly smile back at you with everything he has, but he has nothing. Nada.
Ironically he was red, the color you wanted to avoid at all costs. But you couldn't just leave him and the others hanging, so, with heavy regards, you slowly stepped your way to the grand dull staircase in no hurry at all. Osomatsu fumbles impatiently by tapping his slightly sharp nails impatiently against the stone stairs before scootching a few inches to the right for you, a sign that you all needed to talk. You fit in the puzzle quite comfortably, although you could tell the close contact between your bodies was a little unsettling. Osomatsu was shaking and shivering from the close proximity between him and a female. A REAL female.
Pulling on his big boy pants, Osomatsu pushed the thought of a girl being millimeters away from him and stared at you. "Hey. Can we talk to you for a second?" It didn't seem like a choice, now with the way he practically begged for you to listen in his voice somewhere.
You reluctantly nodded, agreeing with him as you stared at the others. Osomatsu didn't mind and opened his mouth. "So Ichimatsu's Sensei for Math just graded Ichimatsu's test yesterday." His voice was grim the moment he started his sentence, the others pausing to listen in on the topic.
Osomatsu now gave all his attention to the crushed Ichimatsu. "It wasn't pretty..." Osomatsu seemed depressed, there being little hope to this situation after countless attempts. He almost looked...tired. Ichimatsu, in contrast, wasn't surprised by the strike of losses so far and boredly faced another way.
Jyushimatsu was patting his shoulder for his attention, his wide smile faltering in worry. It was still there, but how long can he keep it up? We should test that theory out.
"Cheer up Nii-san! You'll get them next time! I know you can do it! I know you can!" Nevertheless, Jyushimatsu kept at it with a positive attitude, believing there was a 'next time'.
Choromatsu frowns, finding no light of anything. "You probably only think that because you passed." Another pause.
"It's no fair that you always get a perfect score, Mr. Class Pet." Osomatsu defends his banana brother with an excellent start, his arms folded in disappointed for the Granny Apple/Lime brother.
Choromatsu scoffs before accusingly pointing a solid finger at the defendent. "You always cheat off me! I saw you yesterday staring at my paper when Sensei wasn't looking!" He glares at him in disgust, sour with his laziness.
Osomatsu nervously chuckles before taking a huge gulp of nothing. "Now now...no need to get ahead of ourselves..."
Choromatsu pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, distantly hearing the hearty laughs of teenagers ringing out in the pretty much empty hallways. It was no laughing matter at all.
He turns his attention Ichimatsu, supposedly the only failure in the group presently. "Ichimatsu, you have to start getting serious about this. I'm worried that you might not even pass high school at this point! Math is not the only subject you're failing you know!?" Being the responsible lackey he is today, he was upright on his feet rambling in his own timespan.
What was wrong with him? Did he really care that much about the well being of his younger brother?
"We tried so much, yet you just don't get it at all! Don't you realize how dire this situation is!? Don't you know-"
"'Kay." Ichimatsu cuts him off short in his panic, not paying the least amount of attention to him. Choromatsu didn't even realize he was repeatedly walking around in a small circle so vigorously, something finally getting to him. Was this how panic works?
Choromatsu stops short, his calculated steps garbled up and interrupted by such a wash of disbelief. "...'Kay'? 'Kay'!?! It's absolutely not okay!" Nag nag nag, that was probably all Ichimatsu heard at this point. Translator please?
Ichimatsu 'tsks' before hugging himself even more closely, his gakuran blending in with his purple hoodie from how tightly curled up he was.
"Why you-" Choromatsu glares at him before making a run for 'im, stress being the culprit for such threatening actions. Hey, no running in the halls!
Before he can jump him and claw him to death, Todomatsu jumped up with a girly high-pitched shriek. Everyone groaned and plugged their ears with their hands, feet, baseball bats, 10-inch books, something to lessen the ear damage.
"I'm going to the dance!" Todomatsu happily pumped a fist in the air, his phone preciously clutched to his uncreased white dress shirt as he laughed happily. Choromatsu was a bit mad after being interrupted in his important manners, but like everyone else, he was curious of what the pink fiend was talking about.
Todomatsu was way too happy, happy enough that he even rubbed his chubby cheeks against the hot melting screen of his pink phone. Oh wait, he probably does that all the time. Such an attraction he had for his beloved electrical device.
But what did he mean by dance? Maybe those Valentine banners that clearly write 'Valentine's Day Dance' in gigantic fancy letters could help you? Oh, hold up...
"She said yes! She said yes!" Unaware of the creeped out eyes judging his uncharacteristic moves, Todomatsu tweeted a small song in victory. A victory screech, if you will. Crazy bird.
Everybody had an okay grasp as to why Todomatsu was prancing like a dodo bird now. As you can see, he had a date with destiny at the school dance today and was clearly showing off to make everyone feel like a reject and sulk all day long in bed watching lovey-dovey cartoon specials. What a heartless monster, having the genius idea of using such complex methods like this. But you gotta admit, it was better than Osomatsu prancing like ballerina in his old tutu.
Todomatsu then stopped, having that innocent pouty smile on with a miniscule glint in his large pupil eyes. "So, are you guys going to the dance too?" We all very much know that Todomatsu was faking the kindness, with how snarky he casually announced this question. He didn't pay attention to the first thousand words of this story, so he didn't know how he greatly switched the mood of everything from fighting ensuing to dead awkward silence.
The boys awkwardly coughed, obviously having no one this year to share both a romantic and commercialized Valentine's Day with them. As for you, you quietly sat there on the stairs like a good [Y/N]. You refuse to talk.
"I'll be off then~. Finally, a year all to myself~!" Todomatsu hops like a breed somewhere between a bunny and kangaroo to his locker, probably ahead by ten steps for his supposed date. He most likely kept an extra tux in his locker for emergencies.
So everybody else was left in the dust, awkward tension between all six of you.
"I say we follow him." Osomatsu takes a stand in this awkward moment of silence, being the supreme leader that he shall always be.
"Wha-" Choromatsu was ready to interject in that suggestion, but Jyushimatsu was first to excitedly kick his legs around in agreement with Osomatsu's plan.
"I second that!" Naturally, the yellow hoodie boy thought that following his younger brother was a great idea. Every idea was a great idea to Jyushimatsu.
Of course, Ichimatsu would follow Jyushimatsu, then Karamatsu would reluctantly agree because he has nothing better to do, then there's you, then Choromatsu complains before joining in. The order made sense after all. It was a measure of how willing you separate individuals were.
So I'm guessing you're going to crash a party? Maybe? Do I skip ahead then? But most importantly, is there going to be cake?
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"Why the heck did you choose this spot for us!?" Choromatsu bellowed such annoyance in his current predicament, unhappy with where they were hiding.
The bathroom. The four of you were in the bathroom. Jyushimatsu had the special mission of hiding underneath the snack table and spy on the action closely, but he was unattended, so you know he was going to secretly have a taste of the red fruit punch.
You couldn't blame Osomatsu for choosing a terrible spot to hide, it wasn't like he was a ninja. Hint hint. Although, you would've appreciated it if he didn't decide for all of you to hide in the boy's bathroom. It would be hard believing that a petite human with a girl's uniform on was a boy. Unless it was a special need, but that's not you in the slightest bit. You think.
"This is the best spot we could find so far..." Osomatsu sighs while checking the facility. It wasn't the best bathroom in the world, but it wasn't the worst either. At least nobody else was inside.
"You say that while Jyushimatsu can actually see Todomatsu!" Choromatsu grumbles while nervously standing in the cleanest spot he could find. There's no way he can fare well with germs.
"Shouting in the bathroom is not going to help you..." Ichimatsu comments from his corner in a matter-of-factly voice, familiar with the atmosphere already.
Meanwhile, Karamatsu was proudly enjoying himself in the bathroom, using the large mirrors to his advantage. He made sure to check out every imperfection and fix it all with his careful hands. No hair must go out of sight.
This was unhealthy. Your relationship, I mean. "Guys..." You were anxious to get out of here already and never return to school ever again. Why did you follow these guys back to the bathrooms? You were too shy to say a simple 'no' to them, that's why. You'll one day get an abrasive side.
"Oh great! And [Y/N]-chan is here in the boys' bathroom! Wonderful!" Choromatsu circled in a fast pace on the slippery tiled floor, there being little friction at all. He could've slipped and plummeted to the floor to accidently do a banana split, but each step was heavily calculated in the way the foot landed, the angle, the grip on the floor, the estimated distance from the nearby creviced lining of the individual tiles, the certain foot that met the floor, etc. Walking needed more attention than you thought.
"It's okay..." Your words were nothing but just a soft whisper, unheard by Choromatsu's blocked ears.
"Idiots!" Choromatsu yells out that insult loudly for his brothers, probably not directing it to you. Probably not.
"We can't even see Todomatsu at all. What a waste of perfectly good time..." Choromatsu mumbles out more wordy complaints, maybe wishing he was home with his pears.
Osomatsu rubs his nose, an eye closed in wittyness. "Oh? So you would rather spend your time studying while screaming about that new sin-" Osomatsu casually comments on what Choromatsu's ideal of a great evening spent would be before he gets cut off by a scream.
"Stop! We do not talk about such things in the bathroom!!" He holds up a finger in embarrassment, directly singling him out.
Osomatsu leans against the bathroom walls, not in the slightest threatened by the accusatory gestures. "What? Just because we're in school?" His sleazy posture causes him to yawn, tired by the school environment. Sleaziness is not welcomed in a school environment.
Choromatsu, baffled, sputters a few slurred words before actually controlling his mouth. "Especially because we're in school!!!" His shrill shriek draws the dance to become silent for a while. After a long, chilling pause, the chatter starts up once again.
Deep, small chuckles flew right out of Osomatsu's mouth -- weird, considering he was being idiotic in the bathroom out of all places. "Ichimatsu was right all along!" He obviously loved seeing his brothers get proven wrong. Especially Choromatsu.
"Shut up! At least I'm not the one just sitting on the bathroom floor like some creep..." Choromatsu folds his arms neatly near his lean chest, ready for some kind of disapproval from the said Matsu.
But nothing ever came.
"...?" Choromatsu weakens his posture in confusion, his arms collapsing to hang from his shoulders. "Ichimatsu?" He expected a small growl, groan, maybe a glare of death from his expressionless blood brother.
Everyone, including you, were alarmed by his absence, all stuck on staring at the corner he was moping in just moments ago. In your eyes, you can see a floating red dotted line of his figure before he managed to disappear.
"I-I'll check the stalls..." You quickly offered to do such an uncomfortable task, intent on finding this mysterious Matsu. Your legs already carried you to the dark side of the bathroom, shaking in fear of what you might find.
Alarmed, Choromatsu shrieks and dashes after you, nearly tripping you when he grips your arm. "Nonono! It's okay, we got this!" A small embarrassed blush crosses his face, his eyes widened to see you nearly half a foot away from the disturbing objects of men. No way was he letting you get scarred tonight.
Choromatsu tries his hardest to not drag you harshly away to the safe outside world. "Besides, all the stalls are wide open. Ichimatsu isn't inside this room..." Realization struck the two of you and, sure enough, Osomatsu overheard and was already creeping the door to the boys' bathroom open a small crack.
Here was how the layout of the room worked: The gym is currently used as a heavily decorated landscape for a fantasy ballroom with two bathrooms found off to the side. Think of the gym as a rectangle - two of the sides of the room being longer than the other. The dancing young men and women were found in the center ball court of it all with the bathrooms on the longer side of it. The snack table was on the smaller side, holding the usual party confectionaries.
There was no hallways to the bathrooms, the doors were already there with no extra walking needed. The absence of them made it easier for Osomatsu to maneuver his curious head around for the cat version of him.
"Ichimatsu?" He tries hard to not run outta the bathroom the moment he discovers Ichimatsu and Jyushimatsu together. Their cover will get blown soon if they keep it up!
"Ichimatsu?" Both you and Choromatsu squished Osomatsu to the door frame just to take a quick peek of the arena.
Osomatsu groans, his cheek roughly meeting the door frame in a painful manner. "Ow! A little personal space please!" His skin starts folding and forming an imprint of the memorable door frame.
"Sorry." The two of you dispersed from the door and quickly muttered a small apology at the same time, being similar in the trait of having to apologize for every single problem.
"Ahh, so I bet one of us has to fetch our buddies then, huh?" Osomatsu closes his eyes and tries to pick the best choice for him. Obviously, he was the best choice out of everyone, but just to confirm that statement, he should play a round of 'He loves me, he loves me not' in his mind. Or perhaps rock-paper-scissors is more adequate in this situation?
"Osomatsu..." Choromatsu calls out for Osomatsu, who was in the middle of an imaginary battle with a dragon. He was a warrior, Choromatsu was an elf, and randomly [Y/N] was a fairy.
"Osomatsu." More firm this time, his voice rose up a little in pitch. I guess he didn't learn from Ichimatsu. Osomatsu was about to slay the dragon! Shoot the red!
"Osomatsu!" Choromatsu now had an angry edge to his voice, his fist knocking on Osomatsu's head like a wooden board.
"Idiot! [Y/N]-chan is already gone!" Choromatsu grumbles before rubbing his sore fist, Osomatsu's skull surprisingly hard as nails.
"Fairies can't leave! It's against the law!"
"What?"
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Now, to say you were eager to find Ichimatsu would be an overstatement. You did like the Matsunos, even though they have been nothing but trouble for a couple of months. But you mostly liked them as a whole.
Not separate individuals.
Well, that would be a lie too. You adored Jyushimatsu, found a lot in common with Choromatsu, find some common ground with Todomatsu, and can somehow stand Osomatsu and Karamatsu. But Ichimatsu was the more frustrating one out of the brothers, proving to be the true loner in the group. Even if you wanted to connect with him, he wouldn't want to participate at all. That would be proved by the way he wanted you to leave a couple days back.
Besides, the few small hangouts you did briefly with the Matsus barely had Ichimatsu in them, another reason for your distance. You just never really hanged out with him. And even those small moments of crazy fun were barely worth mentioning in your small life.
Funny how winter is almost at the end already. Usually this season was slow, but nothing has happened. So it just went by...like the snap of your fingers. In an instant, the moment is gone.
Focus, you have to find Ichimatsu. Partly the other reason for leaving would be the relief of finally escaping that bathroom. You were not used to hiding out in men restrooms.
Awkwardly, you aimlessly wandered against the outer edges of all the partying action happening, praying no one will call you out. Being here without some fancy outfit of some kind would look suspicious to everyone.
You were already blessed with Todomatsu being somewhere in the inner circles of the party, so you can only hope that you can wing through this small Special Agent Bear Oso mission by yourself.
Judging from how intense Osomatsu's stare was at Jyushimatsu's hiding spot, Ichimatsu probably decided to hang with Jyushimatsu at the snack table. It was fine, everyone has that urge to just randomly drop everything they were doing to help out a buddy-in-need.
If only you had one.
You carefully tried to not trip on the long tangled cables of the flashy lights used for the dance. It didn't help the fact that one of the cables was thicker than the others, specifically being the one that illuminated a faint red heart-shaped light rapidly transitioning to several places in the gym. Was it some sort of kiss cam that would activate two strangers to somehow kiss each other?
You badly wanted for everything to be done already and be there now. A few enthusiastic teens found you scaling the edges of the room. You have to remember, every year can be possibly be here. So like yesterday, this was a time that first-years can possibly hang out with four-years without getting in trouble. Which meant everyone of age can see you humiliating yourself.
Ah! You were almost there! All that hard work of not tripping will pay off soon! Excitement generously filled your heart like a foamy beer mug, and seeing the shadows of Ichimatsu and Jyushimatsu under the snack table did nothing to remedy this newfound excitement.
And you..
Tripped. Lovely. That was anticlimactic. You knew that it was going to happen, dear readers. Nothing lucky happens in this book of luck.
Can you smack yourself with your failed collapsed leg? But you can't get up that way, can you? Oh well, you're not a winner either way.
You might've expected yourself to trip on the giant cable that was literally hidden in the middle of several other cables, but nope. You tripped on a small thin cable, one that was suppose to be connected to a bubble machine. All that meant is less bubbles. Less pink bubbles.
You groaned as you moved your legs around, wondering if they had been replaced with stiff logs of wood instead. A bright light shone in your eyes, straining your patience to outwardly hiss in that still moment. The bright light swiped a huge chunk of your time to adjust your eyes, but finally your eyes can see why they are exactly like this.
Pulling on one of the cables caused a majority of the others to move in a disturbing positiom, including the heart kiss light. The biggest of the lights of course had to accordingly be placed on you, attracting a little more attention on one half of the court.
These visitors seem intent with fulfilling their promise of a good time, so they ignored the small mess on the side. It was a small distraction, nothing more, nothing less. Thank God there wasn't any flies or mosquitos in there, although it was still winter and all.
In the midst of all the light, a dark hand was outstretched to your face, partially blocking some of the extreme waves of visible light to visit your eyes. Upon closer inspection, you discover that it was was a hand of a Matsu. Jyushimatsu? Choromatsu? Osomatsu? Ichimatsu? Todomatsu? Kara-...
"Hurry it up. You're hogging the floor like an idiot." Insulting yet still offering their hand, the voice was clearly impatient with you.
So it wasn't the first guess. Or the second. Or the third. Funnily enough, it was the fourth guess. Three times wasn't the charm at all. Obviously it's four from now on.
You had to admit, you would expect Jyushimatsu out of the others to excitedly reach out to you first, being way too kind and considerate, with the addition of living in practically another time span.
It was time's up in Ichimatsu's mind, seeing as he forcefully grabbed your hand in a crushing hold, wanting to crush your bones now from the long wait you made him suffer through.
"Are you blind? My hand is obviously right in front of you for you to grab it, not gawk at it." Offensively, he holds up his hand with yours for you to see it clearly. So he's not your savior, you now know that.
He doesn't seem bothered with the way your fingers laced with his tightly, how his giant hand fits with your petite one perfectly like a puzzle, how dynamic the cold meeting hot forces felt, everything.
'I don't need a tutor.'
I don't need you...
It didn't hurt now. You understood it all. Understanding meant relief, right? Or just more confusion? Ah, there was the confusion sinking in. This was not at all what the stages of grief are meant to be. Didn't it start with denial? No, this was not denial at all. This wasn't grief at all.
Ichimatsu sighs heavily and glares at you in a dark way, so dark that the red light veiling you both should've cowered away to bother another party member.
Now the others were finally stopping their old dance moves, gossiping the possible explanations to what was happening. No more shaking hips, sad, I know. But shouldn't you worry about yourself?
Your gut squelched in plummeting fear to find out why everyone was starting to get interested in a simple light. Should I start?
That light was red, interesting. Oh yeah, andagirlandboyaboutthesameageareholdinghandslovinglyintheheart-shapedspotlightofsucharomanticday. Eh, but that wasn't credible. All that matters was that the light was red.
A few rowdy boys started loudly rooting for the pair and some girls even applauded softly with their long nails adding more dynamic to the stream of claps. The two shyest kids in school hooking up? This should be some kind of love story or something!
Alas, it wasn't real at all. Ichimatsu was crushing your hand, the most faulty sign of striving for affection at all. But the people thought it was real, like a sort of dream. A fantasy.
"Umm..." What came out as a small faint noise of confusion became the cue for people to start chanting.
All participants resonated one sentence.
Dance.
Wait, that was one word, cut! I guess it still applies, so...the show must go on.
For the people, it didn't matter if you were literally the least influential, least talkative, least popular, least likeable, least noticeable people on the land! The people get what they want, and they want to see their ship sail smoothly. It just...appealed to them for some god forsaken reason.
Ichimatsu's hand still woven with yours, you pleadingly staring at his face for help. You knew that he knew better. He knew that too.
His grip became more gentle and treasuring as he walks a few steps away from you without even turning.
"..." Wordlessly, he rubs that hand gently, a small blush on his cheeks.
"Will you...dance with me?" His eyes were dead, but his palms were sweaty, nervous from the large crowd of people judging his stiff moves. No, he wasn't dancing yet, but eyes were solidly stuck to his gentlemanly ways, wavering and slowly setting up the total score for how they should rate this moment.
It was a bit funny how your face shouted a big fat 'no', but Ichimatsu was pleading for you to go along with everything. To be the big laugh of the school was another big fat no, a fate neither of you wanted.
Reluctantly, your eyes softened and your head slightly moved up-and-down in affirmation. Ichimatsu puffs out a breath of relief before gently moving your arms in the right position. He was a little relieved, but the trouble isn't over yet. They still had company.
Both your arms draped over his shoulders, the proper position for a slow dance. His body was mildly shaking, unsure if he was even doing this correctly. You sadly could do nothing to help him since you were also puzzled on what's next, only just barely recognizing the position from watching TV every so often.
There was no music, just silence now and what you assume to be the rest of the dance. It was an awkward moment, so Ichimatsu weakly started his lead in the dance.
You greatly lagged behind, staring at the tapes of the integrated ball court to ensure that you didn't step on Ichimatsu's barely moving foot. Ichimatsu obviously couldn't dance and failed at stepping in the proper patterns, his inner beat way too fast than you can possibly catch up to.
The dance ended up being like an elderly couple dancing, but even you can agree that elders danced better than this.
But it was surprisingly fun. In fact, a small crack of a smile was glued to your face as you struggled. The struggle was good, great even! Ichimatsu seemed mostly frustrated, but sometimes he sighed in endearment, of exhaustion and interest combined together.
A faint hue of purple surrounded Ichimatsu's right eye, dusting it with swollen pain. Was that from an accident from some kind? Right, your baseball failure caused that! But that was months ago, back in Autumn. Weird, should it have healed? Who knows, it was probably from another accident.
The excited moment already passed for several people, the crowd off into their separate groups once more partying like before. Cute dresses and dress shirts met once again, the music starting up in an upbeat way. For now, students didn't care about the fact that class would still exist tomorrow.
Ichimatsu took the temporary/permanent distraction of the needy people to his advantage as he stares at you in a somewhat different way. "Quick, let's just get out of here." He didn't lean into your ear just deliver that message, he was too afraid of that intimate act. All he did was whisper it you respectively in a safe distance away from you.
Luckily, you heard it loud and clear, his amazingly deep voice easy to single out in the meeting place of several other diverse voices. "Let's." All it took was one word before Ichimatsu dashed for the door with you dragging behind.
It helped that the groups of people were scattered across the place, leaving you two small people to easily squeeze between these empty spaces.
Air was short in supply in your lungs, a result of little exercise done in your entire lifespan. You forced the pants to get swallowed behind your closed mouth, but your chest only puffs out even more harder the longer you kept them in.
Why can you never keep up?
The specific exit Ichimatsu headed for was the emergency one, the appropriate door for their case. A red neon sign flashed the words 'EXIT' in bright bursts, advertising the usefulness of it.
Ichimatsu eagerly pushes the metal door open with little effort, the sudden burst of the night cool air hitting your lungs. Just what you needed -- fresh air.
Almost immediately, Ichimatsu frees your hand from his own and starts walking away. Already?
"H-Hey? You're going back home now?"
"Yep." Ichimatsu quickly answered your question in a heartbeat, eager to get out of there.
You slightly ran to him with the short amount of breath you had left. "B-But...the o-others...are...in-...side..." Geez, it sounds like you were about to faint.
"I'm tired." Ichimatsu states this in a flat tone, as if it's the greatest excuse available.
It didn't seem that great to you. "S-So...see y-you in...class...tomorrow?" There were so many things I can point out in that one sentence.
Ichimatsu stops and stares at you weirdly, like you had grown three extra heads. "...What? I'm not in any of your classes..." Excellent, he pointed out one for me.
"Huh? Oh, y-yeah...I almost forgot..." You sheepishly smiled at him while your cheeks brighten up in exhaustion. You didn't climb Mount Everest, you knew that.
"Weirdo." Ichimatsu pats your head roughly but playfully at the same time, his small punishment flabbergasting you.
"E-Eh?!?" Your natural blush burned even more in intense heat, a result of his uncharacteristic behavior.
"I guess I'll see you later..." Ichimatsu stops his small noogie and resumes walking back to home again. He follows the sidewalk and winds around where he needed to.
You watched from a distance until he was no longer visible. Weirdo.
With a small sigh, you stuffed your hands in the pockets of your dark navy blazer to relax a bit more. A small crumple loudly popped from the blazer, gaining your attention when you suspiciously felt some sort of sheet in your left pocket.
Paper!
You hastily took it out and found the paper crumpled, probably the work of someone rushing. You didn't recall during school hours shoving a paper ball in your pocket. Interested, you unfolded the ball open, trying your best to smooth out all the creases available for a better representation of the words.
Inside, you found a letter.
Thanks.
-Ichi
That was all that was contained in the letter, but it touched you. Sure, another Matsu found a way to secretly pass notes in your stuff without knowing, but at least they were worth the time to read them.
One thing bugged you, however, about the handwriting. Ichimatsu's handwriting wasn't terrible, in fact it was far better than most high schoolers, but they seemed familiar...
Too familiar...
The slightly harder press of some certain parts of each letter, the monotonous yet neat handwriting, the small curves of some letter, even the dark writing itself matched with what you discovered yesterday.
So all that math, all that correct and genius scratch work, all of it belonged to...
Ichimatsu.
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{Extra scene #1: Choro and Oso}
"What do you mean she's gone?!" Osomatsu finally got ahold of reality, his [dragon] eyes widened in the unusual actions their favorite girl just committed.
"That means she's gone..." Choromatsu's face was already getting damaged by his hand way too much today, his current face palm only invigorating that pain.
Osomatsu didn't feel surprised from Choromatsu's face getting abuse as he dug through his worn out red hoodie pockets. A few holes were in them, but it didn't stop him from carrying the 'essentials'. "Quick! I gotta get in there with a disguise!"
Choromatsu peeked an eye at his older brother's pockets, his face wrinkled in disgust. "What the hell are you doing right now?"
Osomatsu feels defeated as he pats off the accumulated dust on him. "Well, I had some panties in here with a wig but..." Osomatsu chuckles nervously, his preparations spoiled by this setback.
"Why do you have those items!?" Choromatsu removes his hands from his face and was literally this close to instead smacking Osomatsu's face. A fair replacement, wouldn't you say so?
Osomatsu chuckles nervously. "Well, you can't ruin a brother's special day without a disguise, amiright?" He didn't look guilty at all.
Choromatsu's triangle mouth flips down to a frown. "All I have is lipstick..."
That seemed to catch Osomatsu's attention. "What? Lipstick? What have you been doing?" A sly smirk rises on his face, looking stupid like usual.
"N-Nothing, you idiot older brother! Don't take it that way!" Choromi/Jade insult him like usual, protecting his nonexistent pride like that. They would leave eventually.
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{Extra scene #2: Jyushi and Todo}
Both brothers watched the dance from afar, both having a knowing smile on their faces. Although, I will say that both were a little jealous to seeing their older brother dance with a legitimately great person.
Jyushimatsu could remember how tense Ichimatsu's shoulders were the moment he decided to finally step out the snack table's underside.
"I should help out [Y/N]-chan!" Shouted Jyushimatsu as he first offered to help her out. He was overjoyed by the sight of [Y/N] in vision, but his mind echoed 'Uh-oh' the moment she tripped. Jyushimatsu was the first to offer help, but Ichimatsu crawled out and beat him to the chase first.
After that, he could tell they were dancing with even his limited sight of their moving heads. He was guilty of cheering them on.
Todomatsu was closer to the action, being in the huge crowd watching the two butterflies. He wasn't in front, the taller and stronger of the crowd claiming that part as theirs, but he was still relatively close to them dancing.
"Look at them dance!" His cute date cooed out those words in awe as she stood on her tippy toes to get a better peek. Todomatsu simply adored her giant eyes sparkling to see another happy couple out there.
Which was why he couldn't bare himself to confess that he was just...only a little jealous.
It was only a small amount, heck, even smaller than an atom and everything that possibly exists.
A small amount that could technically corrupt him.
"I see them! Come Totty!" His date called for his undivided attention, excited
He ingeniously knew that everyone was inside. It was impossible to ask his stupid older brothers to get out of sight for one day. It nerved him to the very core, especially the fact that [Y/N] was slowly partaking in their ridiculous acts.
Todomatsu faked his excitement, his voice leaking with deceitful yet addictive sweet honey sugar. "Heheh...yeah..." For now, he will pay attention to her. It was his day, after all.
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{Extra scene #3: Karamatsu}
Ahh, fix that hair over there! It's sticking out in a distasteful manner. Comb it lightly, but don't comb too much. Remember: Technique.
Karamatsu's wrist flicks in concentration as he combs his slicked-back hair in such a...unique gravity-defying style. He barely moves his head, his eyes trained on the surprisingly clear bathroom mirror in front of him to assist him in guiding the trails of his specified black comb teeth for expertly maneuvering his hair in the slanted direction he preferred.
After a while (A/N: A long while...), Karamatsu finally found his gaudy appearance as perfect.
Showtime. Time to be a rock star!
Karamatsu throws the bathroom door open with unnecessary force, creating the dramatic entering as dramatic as he desires.
"Have no fear, Karamatsu girls! Karamatsu has arrived~" Karamatsu confidently smiles and stood there with his eyebrows furrowed in what was considered widely an attractive way.
After a long moment of silence, Karamatsu takes the time to actually look around and see that no one was there. The place was empty, clean of any disgusting human beings.
Had his brothers already left? Why did they not inform them of their leave?
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(A/N): [insert me bowing so low to everyone that my back starts breaking] AHHH! I'M SORRY KIDS!
I I KNOW YOU GUYS DON'T LOVE LATE UPDATES ABOUT A HOLIDAY YOU BARELY CARE ABOUT, YET I STILL GET DISTRACTED BY MEANINGLESS THINGS. I KEPT ON ADDING TO THE STORY AS AN APOLOGY, SO THIS CHAPTER IS TECHNICALLY THE SAME WORTH OF SIX CHAPTERS. I ALSO KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN THE NEXT CHAPTER, SO HOPEFULLY IT WON'T TAKE AS LONG TO WRITE. CYA GUYS IN THE AFTER LIFE THEN!
02/24/17
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