"Aahh… Finally!" Kurosaki yawned and stretched, letting out a pleased sigh as he felt some tension leave him. Today was the day he and Kizami would go to Karaoke with the others. The classroom he was in quickly emptied. He grabbed his belongings before smiling over at his companion, who sat diagonal to him in the back of the room.
"Geez, Kizami. You really should move with more life to you. Everyone's left already and you're still taking your time with your things." He couldn't help but slightly tease him.
Kizami continued to move at his own pace. "Hmmmm…" The taller boy merely glanced at Kurosaki, but it was still enough to give him chills. "I think you should come help me." His words came out like a command rather than a suggestion, making Kurosaki feel compelled to go to him. "Right, right… I guess I shouldn't be complaining. You do pay careful attention in class. After all, your notes always end up saving me when I don't understand a thing." He playfully winked and stuck his tongue out.
Kizami closed his bag and slung it onto his shoulder. Turning to Kurosaki, he placed a hand on his head and ruffled his soft, spiky hair. "That's because little Kensuke daydreams a lot- and texts on his phone when he's not supposed to." He spoke stoically, but displayed care through his actions. Kurosaki playfully swatted at his hand. He didn't want his hair messy for later- wait, that's a little odd. If Kizami really did pay sharp attention to the teacher, how could he have time to notice what Kurosaki was doing? Not sooner than when the thought came to mind, did it leave. Duh, it would make sense if he looked around sometimes, geez. He didn't get why he over thought things sometimes.
"Well, let's not waste anymore time. I'd like it if we got there early, cause then we'd get to browse through the songs first!" Kurosaki spoke energetically, and Kizami almost chuckled. "If you have that much energy, then you might want to save it for singing." He knew Kizami was probably right, so he nodded at him with a smile as they walked out of the classroom.
"Huh? You're all going to be late? Are you sure you guys didn't just decide to bail out on karaoke or something? We could go to another place…" Kurosaki spoke with Tohko on the phone, holding his school bag over his shoulder. "Right, yeah, no I understand….. Ok, later then!" Closing his phone, he sighed. The smaller boy looked up towards his companion. "Why don't we just go in first? The first hour is on me. I'm fine with it being just us." He smiled sweetly and walked ahead, before feeling Kizami's larger hand grasp his own. It was really warm.
"...You know I won't let you pay, right? It's bad enough they have you pay for anything at all." Kizami's stare was intense. Paying never really bothered Kurosaki, so he couldn't understand why Kizami seemed so irritated by it. To calm him, Kurosaki place his hand gently on his friend's and flashed him a very sweet and sincere smile. At this, Kizami's hand recoiled ever so slightly.
"Don't worry about me, you goof. Right now we're going to have fun. Doesn't matter if I pay or not." Kurosaki then grinned broadly. "So let's go already! I'm itching to get some vocal practice!"
"Oi! Kurosaki! Slow down!" Kurosaki tugged Kizami with him, and in no time they had got themselves a room.
Sharp eyes followed the movements of the happy go lucky boy in front of him. Kurosaki was intently flipping through the song book and holding a mic with his free hand. Kizami sat leisurely back and let out a sigh. He wasn't exactly thrilled to be here, but things turning out this way, in which it was to be just them, was way more preferable to him. Hearing a brilliant voice begin to sing brought him out of his thoughts. He watched, in slight awe as his friend sang with everything he had. It wasn't bad at all. Kurosaki definitely had talent for this kind of thing, no wonder he likes it so much. Kizami may not admit it aloud, but he was really happy to hear him sing. Others may have heard him sing, but right now? Right now it's just him listening. There was something about that thought that made Kizami feel a little.. Huh? Made him feel what, exactly?
Lost in thoughts and being previously quite taken by Kurosaki's singing, he hadn't quite realized the tired boy managed to end his song and sit next to him. "Worn out already? Huh, what's the point of coming if you'll be exhausted by the time everyone gets here?" Kizami may have been criticizing him, but he spoke as he took a bottle of water to hand him. "Drink up."
Kurosaki delightedly took the water from Kizami and drank thirstily. He just couldn't help it. He got too passionate about singing way too fast. Groaning, he placed the finished bottle on the table and stretched. "I would've thought they'd be here by now. To think I sang so hard because I wanted to impress whoever came in. Especially if it was Mitsuki. You know? She's may be mean, but she can be really nice sometimes." He didn't even realize his eyes were kind of closing. He was really beat from school and practice this past week. "Whatever… Doesn't matter anymore… Hey, i'm feeling drowsy, so let me get some shut eye before they get here?" He merely glanced up at Kizami, and noticed his eyebrows were furrowed. Thats weird, did he say something mean? Oh….
Kizami sighed when his friend fell asleep on his shoulder. He could really go from hyper to not really fast, huh. Not for nothing… It was a peaceful feeling. His soft hair tickled Kizami's neck a little bit. How long were his flipped up bangs anyway? Even if it tickled his sensitive neck, Kizami didn't bother to move him. He liked looking at him. The way his chest rose and fell, the way he breathed in and out, he just… looked so peaceful. Once again, Kizami felt something from the fact that he was the only one seeing him like this right now. He really is the only one that ever does. Kizami always pays attention to him, so why does Kurosaki have to pay attention to anyone else? Especially since.. that girl is all he ever talks about sometimes. No, he doesn't usually bring her up when they're together. Still…
"Huh?" Kizami realized he was clenching his teeth. What the hell was all that about? Why was he thinking about Kurosaki like that? It doesn't matter if Kensuke likes-
The door slams open suddenly.
Jolting from his nap, Kurosaki let out scream, before realizing who it was. "Mitsuki!" He sat up quickly, fixing himself up. He turned to Kizami, pointing all over his own face as if to silently ask whether he had drool anywhere or something. Kizami's slightly wide eyes drooped after he calmed down, and he just shook his head. He watched as his friend then ran over to Mitsuki and their other classmates, who stood apologetically at the door. Narrowing his eyes to briefly look coldly at them, Kizami clicked his tongue. Why do people he doesn't really care about always have to intrude on peaceful moments? He felt his chest tighten a little bit, he wasn't sure why, but he thought maybe it was because of how abruptly Kurosaki went to attend them.
Sooner than Kizami realized, they filled in the room, and he noticed Tohko Kirisaki sit very shyly beside him. It was so sickeningly obvious that she had an attraction to him. It's not that Kizami didn't think she was a 'nice girl' or whatever, he just didn't see her in that way. No, he didn't pay much attention to her at all. Looking away, he realized the two gamers- 'Ryosuke and Ohkawa, was it?' -sitting next to him on his right, which meant that Kurosaki would be sitting farther away from him. Seeing him talk to Mitsuki like that… It was just unfair. Kizami looked at Mitsuki, and just couldn't see anything special about her. She hardly seemed interested in him anyway. If she wasn't, why did Kurosaki still bother? Ugh…
"Um… Kizami?" A soft voice piped up at him from his left, and he looked at Tohko. His eyes were cold. What did she want, attention from him? Glancing at Kurosaki before looking to her again, he decided he'd give her some. "Ah.. I'm sorry. You just looked really deep in thought there." She fidgeted in her seat, and whispered to him. "Did you get into a fight with Kurosaki?"
"What?" He immediately responded, rather harshly at that. Her recoil almost made him laugh. "Um, it's just that you were staring hard at him, so I thought-"
"Well, you were thinking wrong." He couldn't help it. He wasn't in the mood to talk to her. "...Really. It's nothing." She remained silent after that.
Looking at Kurosaki again, he noticed a quiet Masato Fukuroi frequently adjusting his glasses. Were they loose on him? No… every time he did so, he glanced at Mitsuki too. Oi, what it this? Unrequited love everywhere? Before he felt like getting up and leaving, someone had chose a song.
Kizami sat back and sighed. This was apparently going to be a long night.
