❝ 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. ❞

*𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯*

"Hey, (Y/n)!" Turning around to see who was calling his name, (Y/n) smiled softly as he saw Reki calling his name with Langa by his side, a warm smile on his face. "Hey, Reki, Langa, what's up?" (Y/n) asked as Reki finally caught up to him. Reki closed his eyes as he tried to catch his breath, though once he did he looked back up at (Y/n), his usual smile on his face. 

"We wanted to know if you could come with us today and check out Langa's brand new skateboard!" Reki exclaimed, doing jazz hands in the end. (Y/n) sighed, "Um..." Looking towards (Y/n), Langa tilted his head to the side. 

"Look, I won't be able to go with you guys today. Sorry, but one of my friends asked me if I wanted to hang out today." (Y/n) apologized, pulling out his flip phone and showed them the messages. Reki's bright smile fell to a disappointed frown, crossing his arms as he diverted his attention from (Y/n) face and towards the ground. 

"Okay, sure, whatever... like I care." Reki grumbled as he turned away from him and began to walk away. Biting his lip, (Y/n) looked back up to Reki's retreating form, his grip on his flip phone tightening. "Hey! What about tomorrow I join you for the rest of the day? I do have about three more days of school break, so I think that should be enough?" (Y/n) questioned which quickly lit up Reki. 

"Really?!" Reki yelled as he was already by his side, holding his hands tightly in his own as sparkles surrounded his face. (Y/n) nodded, "Cross my heart, and hope to die." Reki smiled at this and nodded. 

"Reki..." Langa whispered, his gaze burning holes into their joined hands. Reki looked over at him with a perplexed face before looking down at their joined hands, gasping as he quickly let go, his face erupting his a red mess. 

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-" Stopping as he heard the familiar laugh of (Y/n), Reki relaxed and laughed along too. "It's fine, Reki, now go, I think Langa is already desperate to try out his new skateboard." (Y/n) stated as he shooed them away. 

Reki smiled at him, his back already turned away. "Will do, (Y/n)! Bye!" Reki yelled as he was now walking away from him. Looking over his shoulder, Langa nodded goodbye and quickly looked away from (Y/n), stuffing his hands inside his pockets, and walked together with Reki. 

Sighing, (Y/n) took out his phone and looked at the messages. 

❒︎

ꜱᴋᴀᴛᴇʙᴏᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ ❤❤

Meet us at our home, 17: 13 pm!

Don't be late!

ꜱᴋᴀᴛᴇʙᴏᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ 🍓

Got it! 

❒︎

Putting his flip phone back inside his coat pocket, (Y/n) put down his skateboard and stepped on it, riding down the sidewalk as he quickly was away from the neighborhood park and into the busy streets. 

Going down the corner, (Y/n) saw Reki and Langa sitting down as they inspected Reki's newest creation. 

Frowning, (Y/n) looked away and looked back up as he stopped seeing as there was the little red hand on. 

"Nice to meet you again, King." Quickly turning his head to the right, (Y/n) finally noticed a little kid with their school uniform on, his cat-like green eyes peering into his soul as he was, too, on top of his own skateboard. 

"Who are you?" (Y/n) asked him, completely forgotten about his meeting with the Neko Boy yesterday night. Miya scoffed, glaring at the male. "We barely just met yesterday and you've already forgotten about me!" Miya complained, unconsciously pouting. 

(Y/n) shrugged, turning back around to look back at the still red hand. "Funny how all of our meetings are always when we have to stop before we can cross, you know." Miya commented, trying his hardest to try and start up a conversation. 

"I guess..." (Y/n) replied, unsure of why the little kid is still talking to him. "You're probably thinking, "He looks like a little kid", but I assure you, that I am no little kid, I'm in middle school-" Stopping by the sound of someone stifling their laugh, an irk mark appeared on Miya's forehead as (Y/n) continued to try and subdue his laughter.

"Mind telling me what a slime like you could be thinking?" Miya questioned, looking back to face (Y/n) only for another irk mark to appear as he saw the tears appearing in his eyes. "Tell me what the-!" The loud laughter of (Y/n) stopped him from continuing as (Y/n) finally let it all out. 

"You're Neko Boy! Holy shit! You really do remind me of a neko!" (Y/n) cackled, scaring the poor cat Miya. Blushing at what he said, Miya frowned as he began to punch his stomach only to prove futile as his punches weren't exactly strong. 

"Stop laughing! I swear, I'll destroy you, you slime!" Miya swore as he continued to punch (Y/n) on the stomach. Beginning to control his laughter, (Y/n) looked back down at Miya as he smirked. "Look, middle schooler, I think you should quickly go back home, I think your family is waiting for you or something." (Y/n) stated, finally realizing that the hand turned into the walking signal only for it to quickly turn back into the stop hand sign. 

"So what if I'm 12? You're probably just a year older than me-"

"I am more than just a year older than you, kid, I'm 18. Though don't worry about honorifics, I never really fancied them." (Y/n) stated, pulling out a pocky stick as the sign finally turned into the walking man. 

"Remember, high school is going to ruin you if you let it. Bye." With that, (Y/n) rode away as he again left behind a lonely cat. Pouting, Miya's cheeks burned a bright red as he remembered (Y/n) laugh. 

'It may have sounded a bit weird, but...' Smiling, he covered his smile with his hand. "... it sounded quite heavenly."

˜"*°•.˜"*°• ---- •°*"˜.•°*"˜

Standing in front of the large, wooden doors of Shindo's mansion, (Y/n) knocked on the wooden door, the door quickly opened as a casual-looking Shindo showed. He wore a white shirt with sweatpants, his usual sleek back hair now messy making it show its full-length glory. 

"(Y/n)... (Y/n)!" Shindo's tired face quickly lit up as he smiled, jumping on top of (Y/n) making him fall to the ground. "It took you fifteen minutes to get here! Where were you?!" Shindo asked him, his glowing red eyes looking down at him with care. 

(Y/n) smiled up at him, for once not minding that he was being crushed by Shindo's body weight. "Just out to watch the sunset on a park, got caught up with some of my friends. Sorry, didn't mean to take that long." (Y/n) apologized, completely ignoring the time that he spent with the Neko Boy. 

Shindo nodded, "Well, next time, call me for then I can come and pick you up!" Shindo smiled down at him, kissing his nose, and quickly backing away. Freezing from the unexpected gesture, (Y/n) blushed as he covered his face. 

"Shindo! You really shouldn't do that!" (Y/n) complained, Tadashi barely arriving. "Master- (Y/n)? What are you doing down on the floor? Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?" Tadashi asked (Y/n) as he quickly ran over to his side, putting his hand on top of his forehead only to find it burning hot. 

"My! You have a fever! Quickly, give me your arm-" Pulling his hand away from his face, (Y/n) waved his hand around, trying to dismiss his worry. "It's nothing, Tadashi, just ate something spicy is all." (Y/n) reassured him as he stood up, avoiding eye contact with Shindo. 

Smiling proudly at himself as he, too, was blushing, Shindo walked over to (Y/n) other side and draped an arm around his shoulders. "Saw it with my own eyes, too." Shindo commented, chuckling as he glanced over at (Y/n) to see a small blush still present on his cheeks. 

Looking over at his Master in suspicion, Tadashi sighed as he decided to dismiss his worry, jealousy blooming ever so beautifully in his heart. "As you say, Master. Well, should we go inside?" Tadashi asked (Y/n), him nodding in agreement. "Let's go inside, I'm kinda excited to see what you two wanted to do today." (Y/n) agreed as Tadashi led him inside, having to let go of (Y/n) arm because of the glare that his Master sent his way. 

"Follow me, then." Tadashi instructed as he and the others entered inside the mansion, the huge chandelier hanging above them as it illuminated the walls. "Oh, I can't wait for you to see what I prepared for us!" Shindo exclaimed, his form literally attached to (Y/n) figure. 

(Y/n) glanced down at his sensei and nodded. "I can't wait." 

˜"*°•.˜"*°• ---- •°*"˜.•°*"˜

"A... drawing-room?" (Y/n) questioned as they stood inside of a large room. The walls were painted baby blue with hummingbirds littered everywhere, cheery blossoms decorated alongside the hummingbirds. 

There were four large windows, all of them opened making the creamy white curtains flutter softly every time that a gush of wind passed by. Inside the drawing-room were two couches, each of them facing each other as a low glass table separated them. Beside the couches was a wooden stool with a blank canvas being held up with the help of a wooden easel, paints of different colors surrounding the three objects like brushes, and any other kind of thing necessary for painting was there, even pencils.

"We made you a drawing-room! Isn't this so exciting! I made it happen the day that your father told me about you having a week off!" Shindo announced, grabbing his hand and dragging him around the room as he pointed out everything about the room. 

"-and this is the blue cotton candy-colored beret that I bought you! Isn't it lovely?" Shindo asked him, turning around to show (Y/n) the beret. Saying a small "thank you", (Y/n) took the beret as he inspected it, putting it on afterward. 

"Well, do you like it? I made sure that it was the best that was ever made!" Shindo explained happily, his red eyes glowing. (Y/n) nodded, "I've never worn a beret before, but I must say that this is pretty comfy." Taking it off, (Y/n) handed it back to Shindo and smiled. 

"Thank you, Shindo. Though, I do have a question." (Y/n) stated, walking around as he went over towards the opened windows. Tilting his head to the side, Shindo walked over towards (Y/n) as Tadashi just stood near the entrance as he was given orders as to not enter. 

"How do you know that I always wanted to draw?" (Y/n) asked him, suspicion high on his voice. Flinching at this, Shindo quickly remained composure as he stood next to (Y/n). "What do you mean by that, (Y/n)?" Shindo asked him, crossing his arms as he leaned on the wall. 

"Well... I've only ever told my Mother about that, so I don't- Wait, she told you, didn't she?" (Y/n) asked him, frowning at the thought of his Mother telling someone such confidential information. Well, she was never to be trusted, but I do suppose the little hope that (Y/n) had for his Mother was now gone, along with whatever love he could have possibly had for her.

Shindo smirked, deciding that there was no need to hide the fact any longer. "Yes, your Mother did tell me of this information, but don't worry, I already told her about never telling anyone about this." Shindo replied, smiling as he remembered the slight fear in her (E/c) eyes.

Looking over his shoulder, (Y/n) saw the little dream that he always had displayed in front of him. 

"Thank you, Shindo." (Y/n) thanked him, turning around to face him as he smiled brightly, the sun glowing even brighter for him. Blushing at his smile, Shindo turned away and nodded, a goofy smile on his face. 

Walking away from the window, (Y/n) instead sat down on the wooden stool as he picked up a brush, a cup already filled with water beside him as the acrylic paints were by his other side, grabbing the paint palette and staring intently at it. 

'Painting something... how happy I feel right now that I know that I could stay in this room, forever.' Smiling at the thought, (Y/n) decided to try and paint a rushing river. 

On the other side of the room, behind the door stood Tadashi, his broken flip phone in his hand. 

(ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ/ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ!)