Windborne wanderers / kazuscara

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"i barely know him, yet i felt such a strong and undeniable connection with him..." kunikuzushi mumbled.

it has been 10 hours since the incident, and he is currently rolling around in bed unable to sleep. it was 1am.

calling heizou was out of the question. the lad's probably gonna give him an earful for calling him so late.

but it got him thinking.

what was this 'love' even about?

was he willing to kiss kazuha? was he willing to spend hours upon hours with him? was he prepared to argue with him? did he want to...

no, too far...

kunikuzushi's face was beet red. the answers to all those questions were a yes.

even the last one.

——

heizou spotted a lonely kunikuzushi sitting alone at a table in the cafeteria. it was their curfew for breakfast.

"holy FUCK you look like a mess..."

kunikuzushi was near foaming at the mouth. his eyelids were half open, and his dark circles were ten times worse than they were before. he was poking at his food, porridge slipping off his FORK.

"why the hell are you using a fork..."

no response. well, he did pull an all nighter thinking about... stuff. he was also cramming a project he remembered he had at 2am. it was a miracle he even showed up for breakfast, honestly.

heizou cautiously took a seat next to the living corpse looking being. he stared at him for a good minute, trying to figure out what happened snd how to get him to snap out of it.

"it's kazuha, isn't it..."

kunikuzushi perked up. yup, it was kazuha, and he knew the name would spark something within the lovesick guy next to him.

"fuck..."

"that's not a very helpful answer."

"shut it..."

heizou knew the conversation would not be getting anywhere so he started eating, hoping kunikuzushi would wake up from his trance soon. so he waited and waited, until he caught sight of kunikuzushi nearly dunking his face into his now extremely soggy bowl of porridge.

"that's it. you're going to the nurse's office. what the fuck are you even doing here if you can't even eat?!"

——

kunikuzushi was now laying down on a bed, still in a daze. the nurse was treating someone else with a heavier injury, so to speak, so he left kunikuzushi in heizou's care.

"...care to explain yourself?"

"i don't owe you shit."

"yes you do! you scared the hell outta me, and now i'm cutting class because of you."

"then go to class, smartass. i'm not stopping you."

"the nurse is."

"you didn't even have to bring me here in the first place. if you would've let me face palm into my porridge i would've woken up."

"i was just being a friend, okay? stop complaining. anyway, back to the topic at hand—"

"if you're gonna ask if it's about kazuha then yes, of course it is. who and what else would it be about?"

"wow, now you're wide awake."

"have been since you opened your damn mouth."

"what were you thinking about this time?"

"...well, i...."

kunikuzushi stopped dead in his tracks after realising how embarrassing what he wants to say would be. he stuttered and struggled to get words out. heizou was unimpressed, and kept pushing him to just say it and that if you would just spit it out it would be easier on you. he wasn't wrong, but taking the first step is always the worst.

"if you can't say it, type it." heizou lent kunikuzushi his phone.

kunikuzushi started typing vigorously. he was writing down stuff and then deleting them straight after. after a while too long, he finally had a comprehensible paragraph written down. he read it over again and cringed. he decided to just fuck it and give it to heizou.

kunikuzushi was NOT willing to look heizou in the eye as he read through the elaborate paragraph. heizou's face twisted in directions it shouldn't have and was clearly struggling to choose between combusting into a fit of horrendous laughter or to feel bad and console the very obviously lifeless guy next to him.

well, something had to get the better of him. he nearly fell of his chair laughing. not the choice a reasonable person would've chosen, but it's quite funny seeing a friend that usually exhibits no emotion to be writing down such cheesy things.

"you done? you asked me to show you. why the hell are you laughing?"

"sorry, sorry... i'm just... not used to this, is all."

heizou scanned over the words again seriously and started thinking about something.

kunikuzushi did not want to know what heizou was plotting.