𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥 ➸ self insert oneshots

i. ＣＨＡＬＫ ＤＲＡＷＩＮＧ

"Rumi, look at this!" Mao says with excitement as he dug through the box of random objects that were bunked together during the move out of the dormitory. It's been a couple of weeks since then, and yet both Mao and Rumi were still unpacking, taking everything at their own pace and getting used to the differences of living in a bigger home once more and away from the usual town place they lived in for quite a few years.

Rumi peeks over from the other side of the room, distracted by Mao's call of an announcement. They stand up from where they kneeled by the bed, previously laying out other objects into settled groups. Clothing in colour coordination and manga sets aligned alphabetically. They walk over to Mao.

"Is that...?"

Mao nods enthusiastically at the greenette. Of what seemed like a familiar plastic case to the two of them lied in Mao's hold. "Yep! It's the set of chalk we - and the rest of Trickstar - used to draw around the concrete pavements by the big tree at Yumenosaki Academy!" Mao cheered with a thin, soft smile, making its way onto his facial expression. Like the sea waves to a sand-filled beach, it wavers as nostalgia impacts Mao and steadily with Rumi, too.

Rumi reaches one hand out towards the beaujolais-haired other and takes the case out of his hold, with feeling around the plastic lid and soon finding the clips that attach to the main section of the case, Rumi opens it up, and as what they thought, there sitting all mixed together in a pile of mix coloured dust was a few chalk pieces. Most of them were snapped or only half blunt from partially usage and partially being crumbled into the said dust that formed around the chalk parts that have stayed in contact together from over the past couple of years.

Pastel colours of green, pink, blue, and a few others rolled around together as Rumi slightly tilts the case, their eyes focused upon the movement they cause with each few seconds.

"What if we go into the back garden and draw on the walls? Nobody can stop us if we do, we own this house now, and the garden is a part of our property... how about it?" Their head perks up once Mao questions a suggested idea.

"I think that would be a good idea, but... only if I get to use the blue chalk this time!"

"Alright~"

...

A gentle breeze swipes through the trees that surround the tall heighten brick walls around the back garden, both Rumi's and Mao's footsteps padding in synchronisation against the mixed stones embedded into the ground. The sun glared down with pride, causing immense heat unlike any other, yet that didn't stop neither Rumi nor Mao from what they had planned.

Once close to the wall, Rumi plops down the case of chalk onto the ground, the stones beneath them rattle and tap against one another due to their movements. The sound of the lid being clipped off once more echoes through the garden and catching into the tunnel of sound of the breeze. They kneel down for a moment, sorting through the various chalk that were still intact together and finding the right shade of colours they actually wanted.

The old familiar texture of the dust belonging to the chalk resonated a feeling within Rumi, a warmth that only a subject such as nostalgia could truly bring. After a few seconds and they stand back up, a small pile of chalk sitting in the palm of their hand as they walk over to where Mao stands under the shade of a tree dangling from the outskirts of the brick walls and into their own garden, the forever green leaves swayed against the rhythm of the breeze.

Mao looks up from his phone with a patient smile once more after waiting for Rumi in their preparation, placing the electronic device into his back pocket of his jeans. "Guessing you got your assortment of chalk ready?"

Rumi nods silently towards him, handing out a few of the chalk towards Mao to take - which he does. The two face the brick wall and soon start drawing.

The scratching sound of chalk against the brick wall brought Rumi into a stand of focus, starting with an outline of the idea they had in mind, switching in between senses of blues and other colours they picked. The splashes of dusted colour begin to form with one another, taking over the brown bricks and the grey cement that lies in between.

A few minutes then ticks by in between the two, a comfortable silence wrapping the two together during the warmth of early summertime.

After a bit, Rumi pulls the chalk they held in between their finger and thumb away from the wall and taking a step back, a wash of rare confidence flooding their veins with hype as a thoughtful look of proud creases their expression. A scenery of birds in the sky taking form against the wall drawn by the chalk that they set back down into plastic case from before. Birds of various breeds. Seagulls, muscovy's, and a few more that Rumi remembered the looks of.

"Woah... Rumi! Your part looks great~!"

"I would more so say it's decent... better than anything else I've drawn before in the past." They mutter back a reply to Mao. Rumi glances away from their own drawing and then towards the right where Mao had been standing by his own, but what Rumi saw once looking over... wasn't halfway expected from Mao.

"Do you like it?" Mao questions Rumi.

"Yes... but why did you draw that? That's so embarrassing!" Rumi huffs a little after re-looking over it once more. What Mao drew was of chibi versions of himself and Rumi, with speech bubbles surrounded by Mao saying a few sentences towards Rumi.

Mao walks up to Rumi, hugging them from the side. "Because I love you! Everything I wrote on there is true~"