Contains: One-shots, shippings, rough drafts, notes, and former writings.
NOTICE: At some point in the middle, I had this thing where I switched between present and past, had no space after a period, or a quotation mark. Please excuse it, I shall ed...
I HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT THE SHIP NAME. MIOMAMI, RANIBU, RANTABUKI, I DUNNO. It's Rantarou Amami X Ibuki Mioda- one of my rarepairs. They'd just make great friends and maybe even more. And I'm sorry if I get Rantarou ooc, I haven't been keeping up with character stuff lately. And this is probably shitty seeing how I'm tired + this is edited + Rantarou's character is always ambiguous + I had no idea what to write for this.
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"RANTAROU-CHAN!"
He's taken by surprise, for a moment blood rushes in his head on a racetrack, but he calms almost instantly.
"Ah, Mioda-chan..."
The musician wastes no time- she flings her arms around him, bringing the two closer. Rantarou says nothing, and just lets the top of his hand skim her oni horns.
After the hug, Ibuki lifts her gaze curiously to the taller male.
"Rantarou-chan said he has something in store for Ibuki! Is it a fire-eating guitar?!"
"Well, no, I wouldn't quite go that far, but-"
She pouts, freeing her arms from her and crossing them across her chest.
"Don't be boring," she whines. "Ibuki has enough of that in school."
Rantarou laughs calmly, an easy-going smile settling into the curve of his lip. Instead, he leans down, and quite casually despite the movement, moves to tuck Ibuki's hair behind her ear.
He taps her spikes that line the shell of her ear, smile still in sight.
"Do you have any open room for piercings on your ears?"
"Piercings?"
Rantarou moves his own green-blond hair back to reveal the little rings he has in his own ears. "I was thinking to get them switching- you know, to change them up as I've had these for who knows how long, and you could come with me."
Ibuki blinks, cocking her head to the side and messing up the neat way the male had fixed a strand of her hair.
"Oh! So Rantarou-chan's getting Ibuki's piercings!"
"That's right~"
Ibuki reaches up to bop the side of Rantarou's lip- as weird as it sounds. Her finger draws three dots near the left of his mouth- a mirror of Ibuki's own piercings on her face.
"You'll have to get these too!"
Rantarou smiles gently, and takes hold of her hand, prying her from her face. His gaze flits from her hand to her face, as if to study the piercings she had pointed out unconsciously.
"Perhaps I will, Mioda-chan," he laughs, a soft and casual twinkle in the air.
"THEN LETS GO!"
Ibuki punches the air, and Rantarou can't help but to let another laugh bubble up, watching as the musician runs off as if it's the last few minutes of her life.
He watches her retreating back, a smile lurking at his lips. Then he sets off after her, the three places where she had touched burning on his skin.
What's this..?
Something he doesn't know. The little twinkle startingto chime in his heart, as if it's some sort of clock ringing of the time- what is it?
He blames his amnesia, but he knows in the back of his head. His body knows it too- his palms are hot, as so are his cheeks, although lightly so.
Ah... That won't be suspicious at all, will it? I hope not..
