WakaSeo Week, Day 2: House Visit. Title from Nine in the Afternoon - Panic! at the Disco.
[Seo-senpai] [Friday, 18:34] hey
[Seo-senpai] [18:35] heeeey
[Seo-senpai] [18:35] waka waka waka
[waka] [18:35] Seo-senpai I am trying to STUDY
[Seo-senpai] [18:36] ugggh please
[Seo-senpai] [18:36] clearly i am much more important than homework
[waka] [18:36] No... you're not
[Seo-senpai] [18:37] well anyway
[Seo-senpai] [18:37] i bought a new movie that was on sale! wanna watch it w/ me tmrw
[waka] [18:38] We have a TEST on Monday that will decide the course of our lives
[Seo-senpai] [18:38] ugh dont be so dramatic
[Seo-senpai] [18:38] anyway you know im waaay more fun than some homework
[waka] [18:39] ??? Seriously??????
[Seo-senpai] [18:39] awwww cmoooon
[Seo-senpai] [18:39] do it for ur SENPAI
[waka] [18:40] ALRIGHT I GET IT
[Seo-senpai] [18:40] oh nice
[Seo-senpai] [18:41] tomorrow at ten! my parents and onii-chan will be at work so you can have lunch over too
[waka] [18:41] I'm going to regret this
Wakamatsu is at the Seo's front door ten minutes to ten. He'd tried dressing a little plainer this time, though he doubts Seo would notice. He moves to ring the doorbell and hopes he's not going to be violently gutted by some sort of booby trap when the door swings open.
Right in his face.
Wakamatsu makes a strangled cry and stumbles away, clutching his nose. It's bleeding. The person behind the door makes an "oops" sort of sound, like "whoops I just slammed a door on your face and you're bleeding pretty badly, but no big deal, right?". In fact, that's exactly how he knows this is the person he's waiting for.
"Seo-senpai?"
"Heeey, Waka!" He doesn't need to look over at her to know she's grinning and totally oblivious to his very clear pain. "You're early! I wasn't expecting you 'til maybe eleven."
"Is that an insult?"
She elbows him in the side, which he thinks was probably supposed to be playful, but it really only just adds to the overall pain level in his body already. "Ah, don't be like that! Come on, come on. Onii-chan's still here, though. Be nice. And we should probably bandage that nose of yours out. Did you fall on your face or something?"
Wakamatsu gives her a look, but lets it pass. Maybe her behavior will improve throughout the day. (He knows he's lying to himself, but whatever.) He enters with a mumbled "excuse me," and looks around for any potential hazards, like an older, male Seo.
"... Hm? Who's that, Yuzuki?"
"A friend!" Seo calls back, not even glancing back at the kitchen, where the voice seemed to have come from. Wakamatsu instinctively inches closer to her. If her brother is anything like her, at least he knows Seo Yuzuki more. "He won't be staying long. Well, too long, anyway."
Something makes a crash sound in the kitchen, then suddenly the scrabbling of rapid footsteps. The kitchen door slams open, reminiscent of the front door slamming on Wakamatsu's nose. The student in question flinches at the reminder. A man who somewhat resembles Seo is glaring daggers at him, which Wakamatsu guesses is not exactly supposed to make him feel welcome. "'He'!? What do you think you're going to be doing with my sister!? Home alone, in her room-"
"Watching a movie," Seo says in a matter-of-fact voice.
Her brother immediately relaxes. "Oh. Well, okay." He retreats back into the kitchen, then immediately darts back out. "Is his nose bleeding?"
Seo glances over at him. "Uh... yeah."
"You should get him something for that." He ducks back into the kitchen, and this time, the sounds of clanging pots and pans come out from it.
"Yeah, sure," Seo replies, moving over to a table and digging out some things from the drawer. "Uh, hey, what am I even supposed to get? A band-aid? Will a band-aid do?"
"A band-aid for this?" Wakamatsu asks, but it mostly comes out as "a bab-aib bor thib?". It at least gets the point across, because Seo nods sagely and places the small pack of band-aids back in the drawer.
"Right, then," she murmurs, sifting through the various medical supplies. Wakamatsu worriedly notes that there is very little left. "I don't know. Hey, can I see your nose, anyway?" Without another word, she stands up on her tiptoes and wrenches his hands away from his nose, inspecting it curiously while the poor guy flails around, unbalanced. "Hey, it isn't so bad, looks like it's just a nosebleed! Just stuff some tissue up in there and you should be fine, right?"
"Press down on the nostril that's bleeding with some cloth," the Seo brother calls from the kitchen. "Drink some water, wash your face, put a wet towel on the bridge of your nose, maybe."
"Thanks, onii-chan," Wakamatsu grumbles, ignoring the annoyed look Seo shoots him. "Much more helpful. Where's your bathroom, Seo-senpai?"
"Second floor, third hallway from your left, first room on the right," she says without so much as a falter in her words. She closes the drawer with some unnecessary force and heads over to the kitchen. "Take yer time - I'll be down here if y' need me."
After Wakamatsu gets his nose to stop bleeding - he had looked at the red-tinted sink in the bathroom and silently apologized if his blood decided to stain there - he makes his way back down to the kitchen. Seo doesn't seem to be there, which only makes him more annoyed - I'll be down here, yeah, right - but the elder Seo sibling is, so he approaches him with caution. "Ex... Excuse me?"
He turns around, and Wakamatsu blinks. He looks an awful lot like Nozaki's character, Oze-kun, now that he has a closer look. "Looking for Yuzuki, right?"
Wakamatsu nods, because he feels like this guy can kill him very painfully if he steps out of line.
"In her room, on the second floor, first hallway to your right. You'll know it's her room, since she makes it glaringly obvious," he adds as an afterthought. Then, "We haven't been introduced, have we? I'm Seo Ryousuke. Nice to meet you, uh, Yuzuki's male friend."
"I-I'm Wakamatsu Hirotaka!" He bows, because it's polite, though he doesn't feel comfortable exposing his back to a Seo, despite Ryousuke's civility. "It's nice to meet you too, er... Ryousuke-kun."
Ryousuke nods, and the conversation seems to have stopped completely as he goes back to fixing something up. Wakamatsu is just about to awkwardly excuse himself when he speaks up again. "How'd you come to be friends with Yuzuki?"
"Er..." He's not even sure if he can classify the two of them as 'friends'. "I'm on the first-year's basketball team, and..."
"Oh, so you are Waka," he comments offhandedly. A nice aroma is wafting throughout the kitchen. "She talks about you a lot, you know? Waka this, Waka that, Waka's coming over today, Waka's gonna watch a movie with me today, on and on. You should probably be flattered - she always gets excited talking about you."
Wakamatsu is fairly sure his entire face is seconds away from spontaneously combusting with how hot it feels. "U-Uh... does she!" That was supposed to be a question, he mentally berates, and your voice isn't supposed to be five octaves higher than normal. What's with you? "I don't know - I'm pretty sure it's more like she hates me, you know! Every time during basketball practice, she always aims the ball at me, even during break time... and makes me run errands for her... and makes me massage her shoulders... and she has me carry her stuff...! And, and-"
"-Doesn't she always bring you to family restaurants and pays for your food?" Ryousuke interrupts, sounding a mixture of amused and exasperated. "And whenever we travel, she's always picking out things saying, 'this looks like something Waka would like!'. I'd say she's pretty chummy to you, actually?"
"Eh..." A pause. Is she? She always seems to be the total opposite of such. But, he supposes, there was that one time she bought him a cutter... yeah, that had been really nice of her. "I guess she can be nice sometimes..."
Ryousuke rolls his eyes, but there's a small smile that makes Wakamatsu think he knows a little bit more than he's letting on. "You should get going, yeah? Yuzuki isn't the most patient."
"Al... Alright. Er, excuse me."
Seo prepared a horror movie. Wakamatsu is clinging to her for practically the entire one hour and thirty minutes while she laughs manically at nearly everything.
Next time: Summer. (It's finished, so it'll be uploaded sometime soon. Cheers! It's available on my AO3, if you'd like to read it.)
Slacker, 6/21/15
