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dear sunshine boy,
the sun is 39 astronomical units away from pluto, about 4-6 light hours of traveling.
do you think we could fall in love that quickly?
xxx
"YOSHIKAGE-SAN? Yoshikage-san—Shit, are you okay?" You're sure you've hit your head hard enough because you're now seeing two of the most beautiful men you've ever seen in your life but they look exactly the same.
And now you're confused because both boys are reaching out to you but they're combining into one. "...you're bleeding, does it hurt?"
You blink, your own hand still holding the criminal locker door as a very worried Rengoku Kyojuro tilts your head to examine the less-than-worrisome scratch. His fingers are gentle but you're far too busy remembering how to breathe to process the small wound on your head.
"You're uhm, uh, what are you—h-hello," you manage, already abandoning hope that you haven't completely made yourself look like a fool.
"Blood."
"Pardon?"
He laughs (and you've never heard anything more entrancing in your life), his hand turning your head a little to better examine the spot on your forehead wherein a light throb has begun. "Let's get you to the nurse's office, okay?"
"O-okay—wait, what are you—" You are abruptly cut off as you're hoisted into the air by a pair of [attractively] toned arms, your own hands quick to grab onto Kyojuro's uniform shirt as he pulls you against his chest.
And you feel like your heart's about to burst from your chest because this is a populated hallway and you are being carried bridal style by one of the most sought boys in the entirety of the school's student body.
Of course, Kyojuro Rengoku is conveniently the receiver of your affection as well.
So as any normal person in your unfortunate [yet very appreciated] position would do, you curl impossibly closer so as to hold on for dear life and bury your very-reddened face into his shoulder.
Your escort has no issue navigating the hallways because he is one, tall and a very conspicuous figure, what with his brightly colored hair and bright disposition, and two because despite the friendly smile he wears, he doesn't look like he'd appreciate anyone getting in his way.
"Hold on Yoshikage-san, we're almost there," he tells you, but you're far too busy hiding your face out of fear of the people who have their eyes glued to you to even look at him. "Again, I'm sorry, I'm not clumsy, I was just a little distracted then."
You mumble an 'it's okay' against his shoulder, the dull pounding in your temple appearing to not feel as numb any longer. There are so many hallways in this damned school, did it always take this long to get to the nurse's office?
"Mmh, Kyojuro-kun? I think I'm... 'm just gonna..."
xxx
You're definitely sure that's the ylang-ylang you smell when you wake up in the nurse's office and you're positively sure that is Kyojuro Rengoku sleeping at the foot of your cot. His head is nestled against crossed forearms, and his breathing is slow and rhythmic.
He doesn't snore, you think to yourself. The corners of his lips upturn just the slightest, he's even happy in his sleep.
"Strange, that one," a voice says from the other side of the room. You didn't even notice the nurse walk in, but nonetheless, she nods sincerely in greeting to you. "Refused to leave your side while you were out, kept pressing about needing to formally apologize."
Oh. "R-really..." You blink at his sleeping figure, confused. "I hope I wasn't out too long...?"
The nurse shakes her head, walking over to set a bottle of water gently on the small table next to your cot. "Only an hour or two, but worry not, I've contacted your teachers to let them know you two got into a little accident and are now resting for a bit."
She walks away to her office, stopping just before the door. "Rest up as much as you'd like and let me know if there's anything else you need." She bows and continues to her desk.
You tap your forehead, remembering how he had touched all over your head to examine your now bandaged scratch. His gentle fingers coaxing you to turn your head this way and that, his voice filled with nothing but concern. The memory has your cheeks heating and your chest feeling a little warm.
Obbanai would vomit.
You want to reach out to tuck away the strand of orange hair which has strayed too far away from the majority, but your limbs remain stationary, simply settling to admire him just a little.
"Yoshikage-san?" His eyes are definitely open and they are definitely staring back.
And you are definitely blushing now.
"Kyojuro-kun! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
And then he's smiling and your heart's suddenly an Olympic gymnast, tumbling around in your ribcage. "No need, I should be the one apologizing."
You blink. "The locker? I accidentally hit you in the head with a locker door...?" He blinks back.
"Right! Uhm, it's okay! Really, I probably needed that, I was feeling totally out of it, so thank you," you nod for more effect, laughing a little nervously at the end.
And then he's laughing, eyes shut, head thrown back a little, laugh resonating through the room. "Yoshikage-san, I don't think you're supposed to thank someone for smacking you in the face."
Well, now your face is on fire. "Oh--uh... Well, it really is okay, it was an accident..."
He shakes his head, standing up to dust off his pants. "Do you like coffee? Specifically paired with pastries?"
