Cri De Coeur ||Mikayuu||

⚜️re-write: Chapter 1⚜️

"We, your ever so gracious friends, have come to give you an offer you would be stupid to refuse," Shinoa announces from my carpet, the rest of my friends her unwilling seat. I sit in bed, my blanket pulled up to my collarbone, to which Kimizuki comments of how I have nothing to cover. Yoichi scolds him from the bottom of the dog pile. "Shut up," my lavender-haired friend orders to the pile.

"What are you, my mom?" Mitsuba snaps from directly beneath Shinoa.

"Apparently, I am. Now, Yuichiro my dearest friend," the top friend says with a flourish, crossing her legs. "We are taking you to a circus."

"You mean that odd circus that's been here for a week now?" I ask, watching as Mitsuba shoves Shinoa to the floor, Yoichi gasping about the sweet release of freedom. "Why there of all places?"

"Uuuh, because it's cool? I heard that there's so many sick performances and this hot babe- ow! Mitsu, don't hurt me!" Shinoa whines, tugging her foot away.

"The 'hot babe' can go for either genders, too. You get a whole taste test," Kimizuki adds. "Shinoa was talking about a girl."

"Classy," I comment. She gives me a dramatic wink as her somewhat abusive best friend slams my window shut.

"I live to serve, baby," she croons.

"Ew, gross," Yoichi comments from my desk, shifting through Mika's old seashell collection. He never told me why he loved them so much, but insisted I keep them until further notice the day before he left. "Stop flirting with the absolute gayest friend in our group."

"It's a force of habit," Shinoa claims as they all file from my room single file, following the wafting smell of bacon. I hear my mom sigh downstairs. Her voice is strong enough to reach me, as well as the command for my four friends to 'sit their asses down and not break something'. And a minute later, she nearly screams for me to come down.

"Why are you insisting to take Yuu to that ridiculous circus?" She says as I am thrusters a plate piled with bacon and eggs.

"Because, ma'am, your son never leaves the damn house. We're trying to change that," Mitsuba states bluntly.

"Not that that's a bad thing," Yoichi quickly adds. "I mean, he does leave for his college courses. We just-"

"You want him to be more social," mom finishes with the flick of an egg-covered spatula. "But this little bastard- don't take offense, love- hasn't been social since he was eight years old."

"You told me that's what made me unique," I pitifully and quite jokingly day, casting my eyes downwards.

"It is. But you need to make more than four friends."

"Miss Amane, not to be an asshole, but how many friends do you have?" Kimizuki asks, being an asshole anyway. My mom gets a bitter look. Whacking my friend upside the head, she claims to have many.

"Yeah, on poker night," Shinoa snickers. The. She too gets hit by the spatula of death.

"Anyone else want to insult me?" She asks in a jokingly sour voice, eyeing Yoichi, Mitsuba, and myself. None of us take her challenge, finding our breakfast extremely satisfying. Her smug grin that my friends often told me mirrored mine shows that her work is done.

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My friends split at lunch to 'get ready', which essentially meant that Shinoa went to take a nap, Kimizuki to possibly steal candy from a baby, Mitsuba and I to do out homework and Yoichi the only one genuinely excited enough to get ready three hours before we were due to leave and meet up.