Ripped Love Letters / Isagi Yoichi

XII

Isagi was torn between screaming his feelings out into oblivion, or giving a skittish smile and walking faster to avoid Kazuya. He decides on the latter, turning his shoulder at an uncomfortable angle to avoid bumping into the red-haired boy.

He frowns, it wasn't like he wanted to do this. Unusually, his sweater vest started to itch and his white collared shirt felt damp-- covered in a thin coat of sweat. The dry air around him wasn't helping along with the feeling of two amber eyes drilling into the back of his head. What was this feeling called? Jittery isn't it.

On the other hand, Kazuya was basically on cloud nine. If you stood next to him and took a single glance at his dazed eyes you could tell he was feeling euphoric off the feelings of love, he wasn't really trying to hide it either.

A lovey-dovey air settled around him, garnering gasps of 'awhhh!' and snickers from adults walking on the same side of the busy sidewalk. It wasn't everyday he felt like this-- but standing next to the human reminder that he lost his first kiss was certainly exciting, a not exactly foreign feeling to him.

Coming to a sudden stop and turning around in one swift movement, Isagi scratches the back of his neck, "Do you..." He looked up from his shoes, "Wanna skip?"

His hands. Oh my god, his hands!

Kazuya could literally feel his pulse through his wrist, fingers nervously trembling in his polyester pockets. He saved himself quickly, clearing his throat and walking towards and just a bit past Isagi. "I skipped all day yesterday, though. We could leave mid-class?"

A small smile of relief spreads onto Isagi's face, his once tense shoulders relaxed next to Kazuya's. "Yeah, we could do that."

Hearing the chatter of students as they stepped onto school grounds was a wake up call, both boys instinctively moved farther away from each other.

When Kazuya wouldn't look up from his shoes to meet his 'what do we do?' gaze, Isagi nodded in understanding, a bit weary himself from all the stares they were receiving.

School sucks.

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Mid-morning, Isagi's zipping through the halls running away from whoever the hell got mad at him for defending Kazuya in class.

"Sai--! Don't touch Isagi! He's friends with Tadaaki, you'll get infected!" A lanky boy laughed out, his friends snickering along with him.

Isagi frowns, "Why would you say that...? Yeah, Tadaaki is my friend, is there something wrong with that?" He emphasizes the word 'Friend', knowing damn well they aren't just that.

All he could hear was the heavy footsteps behind him mixed in with heavy breathing. He stops by a class he remembers is Kazuya's, waving frantically through the small window on the door, lightly knocking his knuckles against the wood. The teacher pauses their lecture and gives him a puzzled look, their students following their eyes.

He doesn't have time to check if Kazuya had seen him, the footsteps are getting closer. Squeezing himself through the cracked open door of an empty classroom just next door, he hears the group of boys run straight past him, rushing down the stairs quickly. He throws himself onto the chair in pure bliss.

Instead of questioning what would've happened if they had found him, he rested his thoughts for a while. He didn't even hear the bell ring, he's way too tired. His eyes are barely open, so he closes them--chest pounding a little less now.

Scratch that, his heart rate spiked after hearing the door slam open-- he could almost feel a pit in his stomach form. His head whipped towards the door, it was just Kazuya! He let out a soft sigh, sliding down on the chair in relief. "Oh thank goodness." He muttered, running his hands over his face.

"Isagi!" Kazuya closed the door behind him and let his textbooks drop to the ground. The sound of the books colliding on the ground reminded Isagi a little too much to the sounds he had heard that day.

His hands cupped Isagi's face, turning it at different angles checking to see any injuries. He frowned, "What happened? The boys chasing you looked angry- you could've seriously gotten hurt! Do you--"

Isagi chuckled softly, he'd never seen Kazuya this worked up. "Nothing, really. They just love being assholes." He lifted his arms to cover the boy's hands with his own, "Don't worry about it. I'm fine."

Kazuya sighed, sitting in the seat across from the inky haired boy. With his elbows propped on the solid plastic and his head on his palm, one holding Isagi's, he whispered, "Can we talk?" He quickly added, "About us."

"We should, shouldn't we?" He said without hesitation, his hand tightening around Kazuya's.

----- notes 

okay i lied this chpater is kinda a filler ?? sorta ?? but yeah update on friday or thursday if i'm feeling well

didn't publish the full ver ,, instead I cut it into two chapters. Did it like that because I wanted the next chapter to be edited a lot better ;thumbs up;