MatchaBlossom Head Canons

Crystallize

"You're really good at it though!" Kojiro almost whined, causing Kaoru to give him a raised eyebrow and almost disgusted look.

 
"Good God, Koji! You sound just like them!" Kaoru huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning against the concrete wall. They had once again snuck out, Kaoru currently grounded for walking out on yet another violin lesson. The green haired teen watched his friend angrily grab his board and take off to the half ramp again. Under the limited light, he looked almost ethereal, his soft light pink hair almost looked white, ear rings glistening, eyes shiny with tears.

 
He often did this, skated or played through frustration so it all but physically hurt him. He didn't want to play violin. He didn't want to follow in his homophobic fathers footsteps. He didn't want to be held up so high on a golden pedestal. If he so much as let his grade slip from A+ to A, he would have to endure an afternoon long lecture from his father, and ultimately that led to Kaoru losing privileges and privacy.

 
Kaoru was panting now, trying to catch his breath. Kojiro knew he had to just let his friend burn himself out, it was the only way.

The first time Kaoru had popped off into a teenage rage, Kojiro had tried to calm him down and they ended up in a physical fight. Both had black eyes the following day, and Kojiro never wanted to go through that again. It was so painfully awkward the following week, Kaoru not wanting to even look at him. The guilt tore the pair apart, and neither really wanted to be without the other. It hadn't been until Kojiro poked Kaoru in the back during class, Kojiro sat behind him in almost every class they had together, which was all but two of their classes anyway, and asked if they were good. Kaoru had sighed, a bit surprised that Kojiro had left his hand on his back, and he squeezed it lightly.
"Yeah. We're good."

So, Kojiro watched his friend tire himself out skateboarding, trying to slap the top of the bridge when he'd jump.

 
"I just. Fuck, Koji! I don't want to be perfect! I don't want to be some prodigy child! I didn't ask for any of this!" Kaoru took off on his skateboard once more, adrenaline starting to kick in. Kojiro again, held himself back and watched his friend skate. Kaoru pushed off hard with his foot, gaining speed and taking off towards the ramps. He knew he wasn't going to feel any better about the violin situation, but skating was all he had. And Kojiro. And yet once again his father took both away from him. Well, tried to.

 
He pushed off again, just as hard, all but yearning for that familiar physical pain of pushing himself to the absolute limit of his strength. It was a horrible habit, but it was almost like a high for him, wearing himself down so he could at least feel something, other than rage.
It took Kaoru almost half an hour to finally calm down, Kojiro now sitting on the ground, scrolling through his phone.

 
"Kojiro." Kaoru panted, completely and entirely out of breath. His lungs felt like they were on fire, his sides cramping in pain. He outstretched his arm towards the water bottle beside his friend, Kojiro already nodding in response and grabbing it for him.
Kaoru took a deep gulp, finishing the rest of the water quickly before handing him back the empty bottle. Kojiro casually tossed it over his shoulder, landing it in the trash can behind them.
"They want me to play at their grand opening of the new shop in Sesoko Island in two weeks. They keep stressing I memorize their stupid set list and it's nothing but fucking classic boring shit. I'm so over it!"

Kojiro nodded, scratching the back of his neck.

 
"I know, Ru. But it's not like you can get out of it, you said so yourself. Too bad you just can't play like crap and piss them off so they never ask you again. Or if you had a clone or something, I don't know." Kojiro shrugged off this comment, not expecting Kaoru to really even listen to him, he was more speaking his thoughts out loud than offering any advice.
Kaoru sighed, then his eyes lit up, and Kojiro watched him curiously, knowing his friend must've have just thought up an idea.