Hibiya Orihara smells like printed paper and earl grey tea, looks like the result of the sun and moon having a lovechild together, and sounds so enticing and angelic that Delic would believe that the young man is Metatron descended, even when his voice is marred with abject disgust.
Delic's not disillusioned though, he doesn't consider Hibiya perfect or without flaws. (Hibiya has many.) The brunet, however, seems perfect for Delic. At least that's what his heart has committed to, and Delic's not good at not listening to his heart. In fact, he's atrocious at it. The only other organ that seems to win against the reining champion is his dick, but the traitorous bastard has teamed up with his heart on this one.
The real problem here is that previously mentioned disgust, which is always directed at Delic.
Hibiya Orihara finds Delic Heiwajima absolutely abhorrent.
Delic is fine with his crush being unrequited though. He is, really and truly. The brunet is hardly his first heartbreak, he can build a bridge and get over it eventually. Just maybe not today. Or maybe not until he graduates and doesn't have to see the other male around all the time. It won't be a long wait, he's a twelfth year and Hibiya's a tenth.
Delic opens his locker nosily and bit more forcefully than necessary as his mind strays. His locker is just a few rows away from Hibiya's, who has one next to the windows where the sun will be streaming in and caressing the brunet's outline like a he's a divine being walking amongst mortals, and, really, Delic doesn't need to see or think about that image anymore than he already does.
"Hibi's alone, Delili," comes a bubbly chirp from his pocket. Psyche rustles a bit in his uniform jacket before jumping out with a flutter of his wings. The petite bird kwami flies into the blond's open locker and excitedly hops about the books before settling on the spine of Delic's English textbook.
"He's always alone," Delic retorts, unnecessarily whispering. Walking around with headphones or ear-buds on meant he could more openly talk to his kwami and be written off as being overly involved in his music, but it didn't mean that he always wanted to bring the attention to himself when he did it.
Psyche repeatedly straightens and bends his legs in a stationary hop on his perch, bouncing his round body like a ball. The first time Delic saw the creature do this he had thought it was the cutest fucking thing ever, but now? Now he knows better than to think an excitedly fixated Psyche was adorable. "Then go over there and talk to him so he isn't!"
"Hell no."
Psyche puffs up with agitation, ruffling the patch of pink feathers on his chest. "What're you scared of?"
"Uh, rejection?" Delic replies as if it were vividly obvious. Walking right up to Hibiya usually gains him a grimace and, frankly, that's more than enough of a reason not to bother. The brunet finds his very being distasteful. Delic understands a no when he hears it, even if it's in a roundabout way.
"You?" The kwami squawks in disbelief. "You're rejected all the time!"
Delic briefly considers sarcastically saying thanks, but Psyche's not lying and he really doesn't give a damn about it in the end. Instead, he very eloquently says, "My dick takes it very well. My heart? Not so much."
Psyche seems to relax with his honesty and, luckily, right on time to stop bickering before first period.
"C'mon," Delic nods, opening his jacket enough for Psyche to fly back in and nest himself back in his usual pocket.
"Maybe there'll be an attack at school today and you can swoop in and save him!" Psyche titters eagerly, though slightly muffled by the blond's clothes. Delic can feel the little bird shift in his jacket, hyper with hope.
Delic rolls his eyes. He doesn't want the kwami's love advice and he definitely doesn't want the person he's probably in love with to be in danger. Psyche is too idealistic, optimistic, and childishly hopeful. The millenniums old creature obviously doesn't grasp how humans go about this romance stuff. Again, Delic doesn't need to hear a hard no when the brunet's posture all but shrinks away when he approaches.
"Don't jinx it, okay, Cupid?"
Psyche huffs in response, his feathers rustled all over. "You're lucky that I can't control you in the suit!"
Hibiya has been patiently sitting in his seat, waiting for his music teacher to finally address him so he may show off what he's practiced and perfected of his assigned piece, for most of the class. His teacher has been making her rounds with all of the students. It's taking her forever, but it shows how thorough she strives to be when teaching her students.
"Heiwajima-kun?" Hibiya freezes with recognition and refuses to turn around to glance at the blond as he's called upon. "I realize that you're beyond our point, but would you like to go next?"
Delic shrugs. "Any excuse to get my fingers on something so gorgeous." Hibiya's nose crinkles and he almost wants to gag.
The blond chances a glance at him as he walks past Hibiya's seat on route to the piano. Hibiya fixes his eyes ahead, finding a random spot on the adjacent wall to stare at so he won't meet the blond's gaze. If he doesn't look at Delic then he won't be acknowledging him and, if he's not acknowledging him, then Delic won't be inclined to flirt or say something downright filthy to him again.
Hibiya actually does choke out a gag then, accidentally recalling the blond's first words to him.
"Are your fingers always that amazing 'cause I've got something I'd like to see your hands play."
Those purred out words combined with the blond's staple seductive smirk had made Hibiya a mess. The deviant almost made him drop his violin from shock! Little did he know at the time that it would be one of the tamer things to fly from the loose blond's lips.
For weeks after their first introduction the blond was relentless with his vulgar comments. He would say something at any opportunity and it made Hibiya on edge. The brunet's anxiety was constantly playing "What body part will Delic sexualize next?" Fingers, hands, legs, rear, face. It didn't matter, Hibiya was just another collection of fetishize-able parts.
Then, after Hibiya's first month of school, Delic just… stopped.
Hibiya's anxiety stuck true, assured that the blond would do something again, but days turned to weeks and the weeks were passing by with nothing. Relief flooded his body when he realized that the blond had given up his chase. His anxiety still sits in his chest, however. Just waiting for the blond to turn towards him every time they cross paths, crawling under Hibiya's skin at the very sight of the other man.
Delic takes his seat on the piano's stool, bright smile ever present by the favored instrument. Hibiya's too far away to hear what the blond and their teacher are quietly conversing about, likely which part she's testing him on, and the brunet isn't interested enough to focus. Hibiya continues patiently waiting for his turn, violin at the ready, when Delic finally turns away from their teacher to begin.
Hibiya thought someone was playing an elaborate joke on him the first time he heard the blond play. He was a natural. Superior than a natural, it was as if the blond was born with the sole purpose of playing the piano in mind. Delic's filthy tongue would be exchanged for the elegant instrument and, lords above have mercy, the young man favored the romantic pieces. Hibiya couldn't resist the siren songs that flowed out of the blond's fingertips like water from a river. He was entrancing to see as well as hear, with a devoted expression that seemed antagonistic with Delic's usually loose behavior. It was like he was a different person; a person far more tolerable.
Hibiya cannot stop his eyes from lifting away from his person to Delic behind the piano keys. His shoulders are releasing their anxious tension, his anxiety melting away as he allows his ears to get lost in the melody.
Delic is near the end of the piece when there's a heavy crash that rocks the whole building. The sound startles him so badly that he strikes the wrong chord, the off-key note ringing out loudly like a pejorative.
"Dammit!" The blond yells while jumping from his seat.
"Hibiya!" Linda hastily whispers from the brunet's schoolbag., though Hibiya's already in action, putting back his instrument and standing up.
Their classmates are beginning to rouse with panic, the teacher none the better. Screams from other sections of the building cut through the walls and the students jerk up from their seats one by one, some charging towards the exit without their bags and others running to the windows for a look-see.
"Hey!" Delic authoritatively yells from the front of the room. A few of the girls spook, never having heard that tone from the blond, and a couple of the boys hunch in on themselves, knowing exactly what Heiwajima could do if not listened to. "No rubber-necking! Everyone needs to evacuate, now!"
There's another sudden quake, deep seated and reverberating, that rocks the whole school building. A number of the student shriek, others topple over, but they all manage to finally head towards the doors.
"What does it look like we have here?" Asks one superhero to the other.
"Looks like a standard bullying case," the taller of the two says and then clicks his tongue and angrily murmurs, "Why do kids gotta be like that?"
The akuma victim was an overweight boy whose power was, very obviously, to cause earthquakes when he stomped. It was so generic, and that made the white and pink hero all the more pissed off. He was in the middle of music class, dammit! Couldn't this've waited til math, maybe?! On the bright side, at least he has an impending fight to release his frustrations with, and he wasn't going to wait.
The other hero startles when he charges ahead without a word otherwise. "W-Wait! Songbird!" They call out too late as his feet meet the edge of the roof and he jumps.
"Brash fool," the gold, black, and white suited young man sighs, exhale bordering on dreamily. He hadn't even said where the akuma might be located.
The hero quickly scuttles to the edge of the roof where the other had leapt, watching with baited breath as the man swan dives towards the fray. Songbird lands on his feet as gracefully as one expects of a bird and continues speeding towards his target, eyes honed in and intensity visible through his white mask. The other man shivers, catching the look from a distance, and furiously shakes his head to snap himself out of his oncoming trance.
"Less ogling! More helping!" Comes Linda's voice to cut through his thoughts.
Hibiya's hands instinctively rise to his hair to make sure the crown sitting atop of his head hasn't gone askew with his motions, as if it weren't being kept in place with magic to begin with. "Y-Yes." Leaping from the roof, the brunet chases after his blond partner.
Meters from the akuma target, Songbird stops and reaches behind his curved cape for the short, bent stick hidden from view. It extends as he pulls it from it's holster, curvy white limbs outstretching to thrice its size. The bow finishes constructing with a surge of magic, sewing the tight bow string into place. His fingers snap to position as his right hand orients against the bow with an invisible arrow. Aiming with one eye closed, Songbird hums to himself. "Where the hell are you hiding, damn crow."
Hibiya stops two yards from his partner to examine the akumatized victim with a closer look. The target was in a twisted, inverted version of their uniform, parts of the attire now jagged, fragmented, and askew to mimic the after-effects of an earthquake, but nothing else seems to truly stick out as unique. Maybe the akumatized item is hidden on their person somewhere.
"We need to check their pockets," the brunet announces and the other nods, already understanding his role. Songbird rears his arm back and magic jolts from his steady fingertips, the bright white snapping together in the form of an arrow as it's drawn back against the bow.
"On your mark, Hornet." Hibiya nods once before charging forward, route and steps already set.
The villain of the week turns their head towards the hero, finally noticing him as he rapidly approaches. They scoff at the sight and raise their right foot to bring down and shake the earth again. Hornet's about to breach arm's length and, as he does, the akuma stomps their foot down, but instead of it rocking the soil under the insectoid hero's feet, he's using his gained momentum to leap over them like a high jump bar. As Hornet soars over them, the akumatized boy meets Songbird's eyes from their adjacent distance and realizes their grave mistake as the hero releases his ready arrow. Songbird smirks as the bolt of light surges forward. The target stumbles back futilely and the arrow splits apart as it closes in. The ammunition hits and pierces through the akumatized victim's clothes, trapping them in place against the school building. They growl and their hands jerk up to yank out the arrows when the sharp point of a rapier rises to their throat.
"Why do they always fall for that?" The blond calls as he walks towards his partner.
"Because they're just children," Hibiya informs.
"Think we'll ever get a real villain?"
"Please, just check their pockets."
"Right," Songbird mindlessly replies as he puts away his weapon on the trek over.
"Who're you calling a child?! I am-"
"I don't really fucking care, sorry." The blond interjects casually, unceremoniously shoving his hand in the student's pocket. Grasping a slip of paper, he pulls out the brightly colored advertisement. "Cooking contest?" Whatever. He's not really here to solve someone's self-esteem issues or whatever stupid nonsense his fellow teens are dealing with. Ripping the ad in two, it crackles with black sparks that bond together and caws back at the trio as it hastily flaps it's wings to get away.
Songbird hears the familiar swish of Hornet's rapier before he sees the silver blur. The crow is sliced in two and bursts with a golden light, resetting it back to it's natural state as a common dove as it continues to fly away. The blond calls his arrows back with a terse whistle and the victim drops to the bushes of flowers alongside the school, slowly snapping to blearily awareness as their trance is lifted.
Hornet withdraws his weapon back into its sleeve and looks over his partner. Through the pink film over his eyes on his white mask, Hibiya can read that the other is still upset.
"You're...angry?" The brunet inquires gingerly.
Songbird sighs, "I was just in the middle of something that I hate suddenly stopping. I'll be alright. Would've been nice if these akuma weren't utterly pathetic and actually put up a decent fight."
Hibiya nods, his striped gloved fingers fidgeting against one another. He wants to get back to class, Hibiya dislikes being tardy as often as his job requires, but he also doesn't want to walk away from his agitated partner. "You seem eager for a fight, Songbird."
"Beating up bad-guys lets me release some stress and keeps me from feeling like shit for pummeling someone up," the blond freely admits. "I think I'll go looking for some sleazy guys in Kabukichō tonight. Don't feel obligated to join, if you've got better plans." With that, the pink earrings on the man beep nosily, their white wing emblems flashing.
"Until later," Songbird says, flashing a bright smile at his partner before running off.
Hibiya sighs softly to himself as he watches the other man disappear, his own miraculous beeping to warn him of an incoming de-transformation.
"You're ogling again," Linda's voice chimes in over the brunet's thoughts. "You're right though, he does have a nice ass. Songbird wears that velour catsuit like he was born to wear it." The other young man had never lacked any confidence while strutting around in the unusual white and pink suit, even the blind could see that for certain.
Hibiya startles, gloved hands shooting to cover his red flushing face. He shakes his head, as if the motion will dislodge the image of a velvety stark white rear from behind his eyelids. "I'm abhorrent," he moans aloud, though a tad muffled.
"You're sixteen, it's natural. Now, worry about finding a place to hide and de-transform!"