Okay, so, there's like this idea have, but, i'm horrible at continuing things. Uh, Kuro is also, um, out of character if one will. Comment any mistakes I may have made, thank you. Please enjoy this 530 word document I have put together... :]
Kuro leaned against the side of Mahiru's bed. Thinking was a pain, all these thoughts – different all in their own ways – but the theme constant. Shirota Mahiru, his eve, brown haired, brown eyes, pale skin, sweet blood and a pain in the ass human. Kuro huffed, cracking his neck with a loud pop. His red eyes were like a signal in the dark bedroom, the hallway light seeping through the crack under the door. He rubbed his chest where his unbeating heart sat, a frown marring his thin lips. There was this strange feeling… not a sickly feeling, not a warning, not paranoia, not the little demon, just something warm, happy, exciting, lovely… all these wonderful feelings. Nothing he's ever felt before. He tensed, teeth clamping down on his lower lip. He jerkily curled in himself, clenching his eyes shut, frustration rattling through his body as he tried in vain to discover where and how these feelings were created.
He shouted loudly, falling limp as he moaned quietly, mumbling his usual words, "what a pain…"
It wasn't but a couple seconds till footsteps approached the door, hesitant knocks rapping on the wooden door. "Kuro… Are you okay? I heard shouting…" The boy's sweet voice passed through the door, his shoulders hunching as his lips curled in a small smile. Then his eyes widen as realization dawned on him. He whined again, wiggling his legs as he stressed. "Kuro?"
He froze, peeking through his bangs, to stare at the door. "Y-yeah?" He stuttered quietly, wobbling to his feet as he felt a pounding in his chest. "Are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah, I am…"
"If you're sure… Dinner's ready by the way." He called, his voice fading as he moved away.
Kuro gulped, sliding his jacket on, pale arms disappearing behind light blue fabric. He tiptoed to the door, wrapping boney fingers around the metal handle. He stepped out, pulling the door shut behind him. He watched Mahiru disappear around the corner, goose bumps spreading across his neck and jaw. He shuddered a breath and started his short walk to the kitchen table, where he found two plates across from each other; brown rice, chicken, and mixed vegetables placed neatly on their surface. A fork on each side, and a glass cup full of sweet tea. He looked into the kitchen finding his brown haired eve washing a lid, carefully rinsing and placing it in the dish rack for it to dry.
"Hi."
Mahiru jumped, whirling around to blink at the taller male, brown eyes wide, and face pale. "Mahiru? You okay?"
He sagged, huffing a breath as he placed his hand over his chest. "God, Kuro, you're so quiet!" He pouted at the other, rubbing his temple.
Kuro hunched in on himself slightly, mumbling his apology.
"Ah, it's okay, Kuro. Just give me a warning next time okay?"
"Mm."
They both traveled to the table, Mahiru taking a seat to a white rice cooker that sat to the right of his seat, Kuro taking the other seat. They clapped their hands together, bowed their heads and said the traditional phrase before eating.
"Itadakimasu!"