-I have a performance coming up for a club at school that I quit. The current president needed more performers so I volunteered to do a Japanese fan dance since she had too many Chinese cultural ones.
-am performing to Senbonzakura, but the traditional version. I half choreographed it myself and half used some already pre-made things I saw on YouTube [UPDATE: It went pretty well!]
-this is why I never have time to do much lol
-anyway, here you guys go, there may be some suggestive (not really but kinda???) content today? I trust you guys
-also not my sister calling Kibutsuji 'Muzan Jackson'
'Will you still love me when
I'm no longer beautiful?'
-Young and Beautiful, Lana Del Rey
Hakuji should have been more discreet in showing (Y/n) affection; from those quick glances to the teasing smirk he couldn't help plaster onto his lips. Was his love so obvious that even oblivious Kyojurou got the hint? Every five seconds, it seemed their gazes met as they trekked through the quiet streets. Sparking, glimmering, with a stark understanding that left him wanting to sweat.
Kyojurou knew. Was he weirded out that he, a third year, liked a first year? Or was he simply curious? After all, Hakuji insisted carrying (Y/n) to his house without a second thought. Would he be considered a creep? Maybe.
"Her class was attacked yesterday," Kyojurou noted, scanning the fresh scrapes along (Y/n)'s face. "She must have overworked herself. I heard from my kouhai that she fought one of the villains alone."
The light breezes rustled through the trees so peacefully. Hakuji tried to take comfort in that presence of nature, the presence of pure light. "I hope she'll be okay. I've heard that she's pretty tough, but she looks tired." There were dark circles underneath (Y/n)'s eyes screwed shut, and with the scrapes she received from collapsing on the ground, her face was badly bruised and banged up. She looked far from frail, but that didn't mean she looked okay to even be outside on her own.
"My house should be down the street," Hakuji said. "It's hard to believe we got here after nearly crashing because your bike broke." Kyojurou gave the handle breaks a good squeeze. They screeched, no doubt stuck together with some kind of glue. "I should have realised before we left my house. If either of us had gotten hurt, I don't think my father would be very happy..."
The thought of Rengoku-san staring them both down with a merciless glare made the boys shiver in distaste. And it wasn't as though Hakuji were afraid, no, no, just that he didn't want to deal with the reincarnation of the Flame Hashira. That man was not to be messed with unless one were picking a fight (and (Y/n) already did that plenty).
A familiar house came into view and Kyojurou sped up his pace to hold open the gate. Hakuji followed in, making sure to kick it closed behind him. "The keys are in my pocket. Can you get them?"
"Which pocket?"
"This one." Hakuji adjusted his grip on (Y/n) to give Kyojurou access to his left pocket. Once fished out, Kyojurou quickly set the bike on the lawn and ran to the door. "The key with the orange sticker, right?"
"Yeah."
Once the two were inside, Kyojurou speed walked towards the closet. He rummaged through it for a first aid kit as Hakuji removed (Y/n)'s shoes and made his way to the living room. He gently set her on the couch, taking care to avoid her fists as she balled them at her sides.
A small smile rose to his lips. "As fearsome as ever." Hakuji picked up a blanket draped over the edge of the couch and tucked (Y/n) in. When he was sure she wouldn't stir, he made his way towards the closet. "Did you find it, Kyo?"
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