𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 - high&low the worst: x cross

SEVENTEEN

—[ t r u s t f u n d b a b y ]—
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{ woah, it feels good putting on
your dirty clothes.
you're something different, rockin',
rollin', swagin', swagger, wrong! }
free falling; 01

c h a p t e r s e v e n t e e n
「 m y g i r l 」
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Reiji was obsessed— that was the easiest and simplest way to say what he was feeling. Gigi had to be the prettiest of all the girls he's been with. He's been with loud girls, quiet girls, shy girls, weird girl, short girls, tall girls and even a few girls with foreign backgrounds considering SWORD's minor diversity. But no matter how many girls he has made out with or been in bed with, Reiji has never been in a serious relationship or was attracted enough to even think of getting into a serious relationship. But don't get him wrong, Reiji doesn't just go play the devil's tango in bed with just any girl like some guys he knows, he can at least count on one hand how many girls he's been with(but that doesn't mean he remembers their names).

When he first saw Gigi pass by him on the street he was amused. Reiji had been looking for a way to piss that white-haired bitch off and what better to use the girl he doesn't even treat like a lover but as an object. Kōhei Amagai was possessive of his material things and Reiji understood that from the few encounters he has had with him. He's asked Amagai about his girlfriend long before he met Gigi and the way he showed her off made Reiji immediately understand Amagai saw Gigi as an object he possessed rather than a human being. Reiji figures even pretty people have a hard time finding lovers that love them rather than just their face.

When Reiji's eyes met with Gigi's for the first time, all he could think was the pictures Amagai had of her in his phone did no justice to her pretty features. Gigi Miyama was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen in his life. How Amagai sweet-talked such a perfect gem into dating him, he'll never know— all Reiji knew is he was smitten the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Gigi was pretty. So so pretty. She dressed well and to her proportions and looked very very pretty in whatever she wore. Gigi had the prettiest voice and these siren eyes that made him feel like she was challenging him every time their eyes met. Gigi was spun from gold, as far as Reiji  was concerned.

He felt like Gigi was slowly and surely luring him to his death and oh Reiji thought it would be an honour to be killed by someone so utterly beautiful.

Long story short, Reiji was down bad and obsessed.

After all, Reiji had always had a fixation with pretty things, and Gigi was no different.

If he wasn't a homewrecker before he is now. Or whatever home there was to wreck in the case of Gigi Miyama and Kōhei Amagai. For all he knows, what the both of them had was more of an apartment building that had been taken down a part from one room. Reiji mentally laughed at his analogy, not even caring if it actually made sense or not. He hasn't known Gigi for too long but he feels like he knows her; what she's thinking and what she's feeling.

Reiji knows every student in Oya High lacks a certain normalcy without even attending the school, and he also senses that it's more complicated than he may be able to deal with— and he knows Gigi is one of them even if she doesn't go to that school anymore— once an Oya High student, always an Oya High student.

Reiji knows that the girl has the confidence to see through Reiji, just as he has the confidence to see through Gigi. Each believes that they know more, see more, but are far better at keeping it normal, at simplifying or outright hiding it. And who knows, he thinks, they may both be right, or they may both be wrong.

Maybe that's why they're crazy. Maybe they see too much of either, and it's driven them both mad.