The Life We Share

Shimmer

Mizuki and Koujaku were a little uneasy leaving Aoba at Glitter alone, but they also had to finish unpacking their own things and greet their third roomate. They had decided to just send him a message later to make sure he was alright.

"Koujaku, man, I don't like leaving Aoba by himself."

Mizuki continually looked back every few seconds towards Glitter. He was concerned that Aoba would get depressed if he truly felt he was alone. In recent years it hadn't happened, but Mizuki remembers the few times that it had, and it scared him. It had changed Aoba into a completely different person.

"Mizuki. Relax. We are literally only across the street from Glitter. It's not like we live in different districts anymore."

"I guess you're right."

Mizuki stretched out in an attempt to relax himelf. He shouldn't worry too much about Aoba anymore. They were all adults now, so he needed to relax.

"Is there any alchohol in the house?"

Koujaku chuckled. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I saw a fully stocked bar on the second floor. We can check it out."

"I'd never thought I'd say that college was the best fuckin' thing ever." Mizuki put on a wide grin.

The pair stepped into Shimmer, kicking off their shoes and heading up the retro staircase to the second floor. Koujaku slipped his way to he bar as Mizuki felt over the high end pool table in the room.

"Hey, wanna shoot some pool? I haven't seen a table this nice in forever."

"Probably cause your shop had nothing but hoodlums that destroyed the hell out of yours." Koujaku teased, pouring a mixture of alchohol into the ornamental glasses.

"Hey, my boys get a little out of hand sometimes, but they're still like family."

"Oh? How did the rest of Dry Juice take the fact that you're getting an education."

"They were a little-er, no, they reverted back to two year olds. The amount of snot and tears coming from those guys was unbelievable." Mizuki rolled his eyes at the memory. "I even offered to stay a year before going but they insisted I go. They even packed all my shit. Best thing is that they'll take good care of my shop, although I'm the only one allowed to tattoo there. Bar is open though."

"A lot of guys in Beni-Shigure are actually here for school. The older guys decided to stay and help out people in the community."

"I'm gonna miss Rib man."

Mizuki set up the pool balls, looking over the poolsticks to see which one he could handle the best. The two of them really didn't play pool, but it was a way to relax and give Aoba time to adjust by himself.

Koujaku set the glasses down on the table edge, picking up his own poolstick. He weighed it in his hand before he was satisfied and took a small sip of his drink. Mizuki put on his game face and strips off his jacket, revealling his bright red t-shirt underneath. Koujaku chuckled at him.

"Gave up that Michael Jackson jacket for this game?"

"Says the samurai hairdresser, like, for real dude."

Koujaku just scoffs and takes aim at the cue ball. He pulled his arm back and pushes the stick forward, causing the cue ball to scatter the other balls over the table quickly. Mizuki whistled and looked around the pockets.

"You're stripes, I'm solids." He smiled.

It was around the third game when Aoba sent the two a picture message of himself, Ren, and Sei all playing a board game. It had the words 'look who got his family back' under it. Mizuki and Koujaku were relieved that Aoba would have a comfortable time at the school without them.