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✞ 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ✞

ARYU MADE YOU SIT IN FRONT OF A BOY YOU'VE NEVER MET, insisting that you should socialize with other people who took screenwriting today— excluding him, of course

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ARYU MADE YOU SIT IN FRONT OF A BOY YOU'VE NEVER MET, insisting that you should socialize with other people who took screenwriting today— excluding him, of course.

"this is niko ikki." aryu presented him as he twirled a hair strand, niko only nodding as a salute. the boy's fluffy hair hid his eyes, which made you try to crouch and them from underneath. that was until aryu pinched your side, silently telling you to sit still.

"i'm y/n." you gave the stranger a toothy smile as you composed yourself, bringing your hand up for a handshake.

he hesitated for a moment before shaking your hand.

"nice to- "

"is that a toupee?" your pink nail poked his hair.
"you didn't!" aryu gasped in mortification.

"what?" you asked cluelessly.
"you don't ask people these types of intimate questions when you just meet them! it wouldn't be very glam if it wasn't you who asked that." he scolded you as you nodded, mentally taking notes.

"then what do you ask them?" you blinked, amazed at how informative your new best friend was.
"watch the master." he ordered, taking a big breath.

"niko."
"...yes?"

"do you wear wigs?" aryu asked expectantly, making niko's poker face twitch.

"have you worn wigs?" he immediately questioned further without waiting for an answer.

"oh! i see now!" you pushed your glasses up, and before the boy on the receiving end of the interrogation could say anything, a familiar voice got your attention.

"i brought him, aryu." aiku sat down next to niko, and it was only then that you noticed the presence of someone new.

"finally." aryu rolled his eyes.

"y/n," aiku started, wrapping his arm around the newcomer's shoulders, "that's my brother from another mother."

aryu audibly gagged at the corny introduction.

as for you, you were staring back at the salmon-haired boy. his eyes were blown wide, unblinking.

"pops... is your half-brother okay?"

"that's— okay. he's okay." he smiled forcibly, hitting sendou under the table.

"OUCH! THAT HURTS YOU BIT—"
"good lord, your loud ass is back. i thought you were having a stroke." aiku chuckled.

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