shun had almost forgotten about the festival this weekend.
yeah, totally, because it definitely wasn't as if yumehara had reminded him at every chance she could. 'oh, shun, this is going to be so romantic' and 'we can go on the ferris wheel together' were two popular statements of hers lately. he couldn't blame her, though, she was just excited.
but he did have to remind her quite a few times that there were going to be more than just the two of them. she didn't really listen, though.
it was 3:37pm. the group decided to head out around 4:30, knowing the peak of enjoyment for these kind of events occurred during late afternoons and evenings.
shun decided it was time to get ready. it was quite rare nowadays to attend somewhere appropriate to dress up well, and finally, the perfect opportunity arises. shun is tearing his untouched closet apart, clothes from pastel purples and blues buried underneath the larger ratio of black ones–and for a moment he glances towards the t-shirt that's a certain someone's favourite colour.
but that certain someone wouldn't even notice, and besides, shun didn't feel in the mood to wear yellow.
his own reflection stared back at him in his bathroom mirror and he pushed his piercings through his lobe. a black long sleeved turtleneck and black ripped jeans were worn with a pair of fresh white sneakers, a singular minimalistic silver necklace resting in line with his collarbone.
shun never really cared what others thought when it came to style. could he turn up to a funeral in this? probably. but did he like black clothing? one hundred percent. and it was cold, so really, shun was dressed just fine.
he pushed some of his hair back, leaving a few strands to waver over his face and before he knew it, yumehara was shooting him a text asking him how long he's going to be because it's already 4:15pm.
shit. he's running out the door and jumping into his mother's car, because he's waiting on getting a motorcycle of his own before he can drive himself anywhere, and he's on his way.
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he's not enjoying this as much as he thought he would.
don't get him wrong, the festival is amazing. not a single colour is missing and the lights are bright, the smell of carnival food and pink fairy floss is flooding his senses, and laughter and adrenaline drived screams surrounds him. it's an ideal outing, but there's one problem.
there's nendou, there's saiki, there's even mikoto. there's teruhashi, yumehara and aren.
there's also an unfamiliar boy with light gray hair just like saiko's. it's not saiko, though, because his hair is longer and his eyes are golden rather than green and he's walking side by side aren– the two getting along like a house on fire.
he's wearing a dark gray hoodie, complimenting his hair and black jeans like shun. he's got a million dollar smile and he's just about an inch taller than aren. he's well accessorised as well, shun notices.
the question was who the hell is he? aren said he had no friends in this town outside of school and they certainly did not just meet.
later on he's introduced to shun by aren. his name is ren matsuo, and he's from the upperclass part of town. shun is civil with the guy, and after striking conversation with him he seems like a decent guy.
so why the hell did he feel the need to despise him?
"shun..." yumehara whines like a child nagging their mother. it's like a 'shunnnnnnn..' and she's tugging on his arm.
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afraid (kubokai)
Fanfiction!! DISCONTINUED !! shun kaidou never thought he would admit it. he was weak. but the day he encountered aren kuboyasu was the day everything changed.
