Soraru x Mafumafu

Drawn Together - Chapter 1

Warning: This is an AU fanfiction, and very rusty writing.

If you're fine with it then I hope you enjoy!

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"Mama, look! There's something on my hand!" said a young little boy at the age of five, running towards a woman who would most probably be his mother with his hand stretched out.

"Oh, what is it?" The mother squatted down, and picked up his hand. They both smiled at each other because they knew what it was. The mother stood up, and led her son home by the hand as they talked enthusiastically about things.

Mafumafu who hid behind the bushes, overheard their conversation but had no idea what did it mean. He carried his bag on his shoulders, placed his yellow hat on his head, and ran towards the direction to his house. He was curious. He had a ton of questions to ask, and he wanted answers for each and every one of them. His eyes sparkled, a grin on his face as he opened the door.

He asked his parents, and then his brother. He had the opportunity to speak up, and ask questions that had been bugging his mind, but he was still stuck with no answers to it. 'Go back to your room and rest for the day, Mafumafu,' he remembered his dad said that to him in a stern voice after dinner that day. Disappointed, he walked into the room, closed the door, and climbed into bed as he was told to.

A few moments later, his brother who was a few years older than him, came walking in, squatting down on the floor next to his bed. Mafumafu, who was still not asleep, turned to look at him with his innocent, red orbs. His brother reached out to smooth his hair to the back, smiled down at him, and left him with this one sentence:

"You'll eventually know what it means one day when you grow older,"

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"Mafu-kun, what are you spacing out for!"

Mafu snapped back into reality, the image of his friend coming clear in his visions. There he did it again, thinking about the past. Even though he grew older by a decade and a half, the curiosity in him still hadn't die. What was that supposed to mean? Why did it have to wait until he grew older? Why couldn't his brother directly tell him the answer to it?

"Amatsuki-kun..." Mafu muttered, quietly picking up his books for the next class from his locker. He closed the locker, and turned to look at Amatsuki. "I'm sorry, you were saying?"

His best friend pouted at him, clearly unhappy. Mafu apologized over and over again, begging for his forgiveness, and he knew he got it when Amatsuki opened his mouth again to talk to him.

"I was talking about how we should go to the stalls now or there wouldn't be any croquette sandwiches left!" Amatsuki pulled onto Mafu's wrist, and ran down the corridor. It was Thursday today, and croquette sandwiches were only limited for today. Not to mention, with only a limited amount of it too. It would be a shame to not try it, so literally everyone in the university fights for it, and Amatsuki was one of them.

Ever since his brother told him that, Mafu never brought the topic up to anyone after that, not even to Amatsuki. He didn't know why but he just couldn't. It was as if the topic was taboo itself, that it cannot be known through the words of mouths. Then whatever should he do to get rid of this curiosity inside of him? He didn't even know the reason why he was so bothered by something that wasn't related to him at all in the first place.