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꧁༺ • ༻꧂
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𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚝: 𝚘𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 🗣️🤌
Aiga released a sigh-one he didn't even know it was clogged in his throat until he picked up the phone.
Nonetheless, he had still hoped Kitt wouldn't come so soon; the reminder of his arrival only made his heart cage inside his chest through harder and more painfully than some constriction in his lungs he'd ever experienced. Paired up with his oh-sudden flushed cheeks appearing without his consent, it undoubtedly made it harder to keep his appearance seemingly intact. Clearly impossible, no matter how many times he slapped his cheeks and chest to the point he'd given up on it long ago.
Oh, well. Aiga blew the strand of hair away from his face. The teenager was no fashionista when it came to how he looked, so there's no practicality in worrying about it. Yet the lingering, nagging voices back in his head would say otherwise. Aiga could ignore them for a few more minutes, as he always did. But perhaps just not enough in this unfortunate situation he put himself through.
And then, it hit him.
He only had a few minutes before Kitt arrived here, being in Beigoma Academy's stadium, where the darkness swarmed across the field he stood upon. If it weren't for the saving silver moonlight pouring through the rows of the large panes into the gymnasium, this would've been a perfect place for some kid like him to be kidnapped.
Then again, it was still a perfect place, in Aiga's humble opinion, to meet up with Kitt. Perhaps the windows were open far too wide for an autumn's night, allowing such a strong gust of wind to howl so boisterously at a time like this and let his hair be muffed away by the wind. Yet such caressing upon his porcelain skin was something that felt almost as fresh and invigorating as the forest's breeze. And here he was, sitting cross-legged next to the beystadium he had set up long ago, its presence promising a great battle to come between him and his rival. In fact, being able to sit down at the elementary beystadium since his entrance to lower secondary had shook him a bit, to say the least.
It was a great place full of nostalgia, something Aiga personally would want to keep such memories from slipping past his fingers.
His being here was a good reminder of it, and a rather good reminder of how he had met a particular auburn head. He quietly chuckled as he recalled their meeting.
Kitt was far too pushy back then, but it was all for the goodwill of others, as he supposed.
Without him, Aiga was sure that he'd never know the basics of Valt and Beyblade's little history. Hell, being somewhat isolated by the world, Kitt's presence really did help and educate him about not only Beyblade as a sport but the whole as well, to an extent.
