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Royals
03
"The after hours of night time that always comes is my companion."
—The Cure; Drunken Tiger
Kasamatsu Yukio had said it before. He wasn't normally so violent. Truthfully, just a smack here, a smack there when his best friends Moriyama Yoshitaka and Kagami Taiga, were being morons. Which, to be truthful was almost all the time so maybe he was on the physically abusive side. Honestly, he didn't even leave bruises and they didn't complain so much as laugh at Kasamatsu's usually stern attitude.
He isn't a violent person, he reminds himself after the fifth jab in Ryōta's direction.
Which was another thing.
What a impudent little brat refusing to tell him his full name. What kind of person doesn't properly introduce themselves to a stranger they're inviting to their house? His whole lecture about American rights this, other rights that; was irking the hell out of Kasamatsu, who practically lived for the consideration for his elder's struggles and addressed them with the most respect. Kasamatsu practically laid out all his information about his name, Kasamatsu Yukio, and age, 19—even what district of japan he came from— and this brat was tight lipped and only gave him a first name.
Irritated and instead of letting Ryōta talk his ear off about "American rights" for a moment longer, he decides to sink his face into the base of his palms and wonders how on earth was he graced with such a chatterbox with insane driving habits?
They must have swerved at least three times around some slower cars on the ride to Ryōta's house.
It was really no surprise that Yukio lets out a sigh of relief when they arrive safely, but only to feel his jaw drop as he walks closer to the place that, at first, appears to be a small house, but turns out to drop down the slope into a huge mansion. He shoots a startled glance at Ryōta who just waltzes into the place like it was nothing out of the ordinary that he was living in such a huge house... alone by the looks of it. It was well past 10 in evening and not a single pair of shoes greeted them at the door; only the ones Ryōta had just kicked off. One by one Yukio removes his worn blue nikes to join Ryōtas neatly on the floor.
He descends down the winding staircase slowly in awe. The house is silent other than the sound of Ryōta and his loud sighs of exhaustion and pain.
Kasamatu's gunmetal grey eyes looks around wildly, trying to asses if the area was safe. But he only grows more confused as he realizes the boy before him isn't worried that the house is empty and doesn't even try to look for another soul and ask if a guest like Yukio was welcome.
"Where's your family?" Yukio questions expecting someone to come and scold Ryōta for making too much noise at such a late hour. He receives a tight lipped shrug.
He could practically feel the blond boy's aura chill at the mention of family but in the blink of an eye he was back to that cheery smile and nonchalant attitude.
"Not here, suu~" The blond almost sings, collapsing onto his couch like he dominated and owned the entire thing— pretty much confirming that he lived alone in this big, lavish house. His concern over Ryōta's slight change vanishes as his eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"W-who are you?" Yukio questions utterly perplexed with a dash of fear.
"Ry-ōta, weren't you paying attention earlier Yuki-o." Ryōta frowns at Yukio as he stretches and relaxes against the couch.
"Kasamatsu-senpai you brat! Remember your horrifics. You can't be older than 16! How can you afford such—" Kasamatsu looks at the brat lounging on the couch without a care in the world— with no family but a top model sports car and a giant house all to himself.
"Fiiineee, Kachii-" the blond rolls his eyes with mild amusement at the worked up boy in his living room.
"—Are you a drug dealer?!" the sudden conclusion makes Yukio jump a couple steps back holding his duffle bag closer to him.
He knew it. He made a huge mistake trusting the eccentric, annoying yet helpful blond.
Kise rolls his eyes and doesn't even bother looking up at Kasamatsu to answer him, "Seriously Senpai?" He sighs, flipping through the pages of a copy of "Vogue" magazine, "I'm a drug dealer now?"
However, with a raised and nervous brow Kasamatsu replies, "B-but all this stuff…" he says, motioning his hands around the house to emphasize his notion, "These can't possibly belong to you."
Kise tosses the magazine back on the table and stands. Seriously, this guy may be cute, but he asked way too many questions— ridiculous ones too— and it was beginning to get on Kise's nerves; and Kise never gets annoyed (unless someone managed to really piss him off i.e his father).
"Look Senpai." He snaps, as he walks around the couch to face Kasamatsu, "Believe it or not I'm eighteen and this stuff is mine. All mine. I worked hard to get this house, my car, my furniture— and it didn't require anything illegal."
Which was true. After he rebelled against his father and exiled himself to California; the old man, had froze all of Kise's assets to teach his no good son a lesson for his defiance. And for the first three months Kise was alone, broke and lived in a piece of crap apartment with three shitty roommates. He worked at a variety of odd jobs for a couple of weeks until one day a scouting agent had recognized, in her words, "his godly features" that she practically begged him to sign under her management company as a model.
Kise, of course, couldn't refuse the offer and afterwards was on the cover of every fashion magazine— Vogue, Teen Vogue, Allure— For a year, Kise didn't have to think about his family, or that his father wanted nothing to do with him. However, despite that, deep within his heart there was always that empty void made specially for his family— to be accepted, to be wanted.
Then, news of his modeling career had somehow made its way back to Japan and that's when his mother had finally put her foot down. She demanded that his father unfreeze his assets because she couldn't bear to see her "precious little boy" struggling to make ends meet anymore, especially since he was nothing more than a mere eighteen year old.
Now, Kise Hinaka was young, flighty, exuberant, and overly eager. She was the kind of woman who always got her way and was the only person who ever accepted Kise for coming out of the closet.
"You'll always be my little Ryōta no matter what. Whether you're a female, male or an Alien." he remembers her saying, "I love you."
His mother was the only person he ever cared about— one of the few people he cherished, despite the fact he never seemed to answer any of her phone calls; not that it was anything personal, he just felt like if he did pick up any of her weekly calls, it would be like he would be giving into his father's demands.
And that was never going to happen.
So, in other words, Kise was definitely not a drug dealer or a human trafficker.
Letting out another exasperated sigh, Kise runs his fingers through his hair before carefully creeping closer towards Kasamatsu. "You know, you ask too many questions," he whispers with a shake of his head.
He notices the way Kasamatsu takes a couple of slow steps backwards, causing Kise's lips to turn up into a condescending smirk.
"But why do you think I only sell drugs?" the blond continues, following after him, "The person who took your passport, do you really think he's a cop?"
Kasamatsu swallows nervously, "W-what?" he stutters out
Kise, with his smirk still intact, eyes him up and down, "Do you still have two kidney's?"
"I-If you come any closer I'll-"
Kasamatsu feels his back hit against the wall as Kise inches closer and closer until he's looming over him, his face just a mere centimeters away from his. The blond could see the fear in the older boy's steel orbs and for once, he isn't trying to attack Kise.
If only Kise could relish in the moment just a little while longer?
With his smirk only growing wider, Kise grabs the door knob right behind Kasamatsu, opening it up for the older lad.
"This is your room," he says, pulling away from him, "Ask me if you need anything."
With turn of his heel, he quickly heads up to his own quarters adorning a very satisfied smile.
Kasamatsu looks after the brat with indignant rage after the cold clammy fear that had settled in when he was cornered like that. His heart pounds and his adrenaline spikes again. He was too caught off guard to have his reflexes kick in. He should have beat the brat to a bloody pulp for making another comment about his kidneys.
"That little shit." He mutters letting out a heavy sigh of silent relief that he wasn't being pursued any longer. Looking out the door, he couldn't help but feel a sting of guilt. If Ryōta worked as hard as he said he did, it was something Yukio could understand. Working hour after hour trying to make ends meet— while at the end of the day, all he had was his mother when it looked like Ryōta was completely alone.
He doesn't let himself dwell on that thought much longer and swings the door enough to leave it slightly cracked open. He doesn't have much strength to move and close it completely.
In those next seconds, he drops his duffle bag to the ground and lets out a grunt as the weight was gone from his shoulders. He also lets out a long tired sigh and scrubs his face with his hands.
Kasamatsu trudges closer to the middle of the room and sinks wearily down onto the guest bed. His shoulders are stiff from carrying his heavy duffle bag all day and his legs quiver with exhaustion. He stiffly sets one leg against his knee and begins massaging from his calf down to his foot.
He's been running on high adrenaline since the moment he got off the plane.
Earlier that day
The moment Yukio got off the plane he felt completely out of his realm. There were loads of people left and right holding up signs or looking for family members.
If they'd been able to get a hold of his father he would have been standing there waiting for Yukio too, but as that wasn't the case he only had an address, a map and some elementary english phrases he needed to get around.
As he found his way out of the building he heard a string of Japanese sentences to his left. Turning he spotted a girl, (clearly, no less than a year younger than he was) and a rich girl at that. She was dressed fashionably— expensively to be accurate— she must have had three stacks of unfamiliar branded luggage bags being loaded into her private car.
A single glance was about all he could offer her as his posture grew tense and his pulse quickened. God, he was never good with dealing with girls. He could've sworn she caught him staring and it only made him start to heave a reflex reaction. He couldn't begin to describe to someone his relationship with the female gender. He was rendered to a pathetic mess of words stuttered out in an attempt to make conversation.
One could imagine the way Yukio's blood froze when that said girl called out to him and started to approach him.
"Were you laughing at me?" She questioned sharply with dark eyes. Her white dress glimmering with the hot California sun. Yukio swallowed the hard lump in his throat when as he stiffly turned to face her, his gaze immediately drifting to her feet.
"N-n-no..wa-wasn't la-"
"Why were you laughing at me? Do I look amusing to you?" She cut him off and even if Yukio didn't have an aversion to talking to girls he would still be intimidated by the spotless perfect woman with styled straight hair, manicured nails and an immaculate wardrobe.
"I-I wa-wasn't—" He managed out. Taking a sharp bow, he shot out a quick. "Sumimasen." before turning on his heel and darting as far away as he could with his duffle bag slung across his chest and papers containing his fathers address clutched tightly in his sweaty hands.
If there was a single most terrifying experience he'd had today it would have been that one and now he could feel the pain from walking far and wide searching for his father…
His father.
"How long?" he asks stiffly continuing to look for the dried food his mother had sent over for Ryu.
"Yuki-"
"HOW FUCKING LONG!?"
"S-six years."
Breathing deeply, he closes his eyes against the tidal wave of pain squeezing his lungs until he couldn't breath any longer.
Six years.
Six long years of watching his mom struggle with her tiring work as a housemaid to the Kise household. Watching her struggle but only to put on a bright smile, knowing that at any moment his father would hit it big in America and send for them. Letting out a sound that resembles a choked laugh, he finds nothing about this amusing at all.
For the past ten years of Yukio's life, he's focused all of his attention on helping his mom and being a good son. When he was too young to actually work he would help her around their own house. And while other kids his age could go out and play he was worried about his mom overworking herself, so he did everything he possibly could— juggling his studies and caring for her when she was ill. They were a team. The two of them together encouraging his father from so far away, missing him but knowing he was doing this for them— it was a bitter pill to swallow. For once, he wanted to rely on his father. Depend on him to save them from the hard life they were living. It was a sucker punch to find out that his father didn't have the balls to tell them he moved on. That he forsaken them; and Yukio was besides himself with rage, but more than anything, worry for his mother.
She was probably sick with anticipation waiting for that phone call.
He promised he would call as soon as he got "home" but this day had just gone from one disaster to another.
Yukio wanted to wait until he saw his mother in person to tell her about his fathers "tragic demise". But he had to call her tonight or else she would worry herself ill (in the most literal way). Torn and conflicted, his eyes dart to the phone on the bedside table.
He knew long distance calls would be beyond expensive, but he couldn't use his phone since it's been deactivated for the duration of his trip. Gnawing on his bottom lip, he rummages for a dollar out of his pocket. If he was going to make a call he was going to leave money for it.
He only hesitates a moment longer before he begins dialing the phone number to his mothers cell. He remembers the day he gifted her with such a luxurious iPhone 5 on mothers day. She had protested and insisted he take it back, but he refused because he wanted to spoil her for once. It was worth seeing her excited face as she played with the apps he downloaded for her.
He waits, holding his breath silently and wishing she wouldn't pick up because then he could just leave a message. However, luck wasn't on his side today and he had to hold back a tidal wave of longing and pain after hearing his mother answer the phone.
"Yuki-kun? Is that you?" she answers quickly and sounded as anxious and troubled as he imagined her. She must have been distracted at her work and was probably waiting for her phone to ring like she had waited so many times for his father's call. Letting out a pained breath, he answers quickly.
"Konbanwa O-okaasan." He starts low, still unsure of how to proceed but he straightens his back and gathers his composure for his mom.
"Oh Yukio I was so worried you wouldn't be able to find him—"
"Kaasan I ha-have something to tell you..." He pauses for a moment, before he could say anything stupid and unpredictable. Or let out the sob that was threatening to come out after imagining his mothers reaction if she ever really found out the truth.
"Yukio?"
"I-I haven't found him yet. I don't really feel comfortable with you coming over here until I say, so stay put okay!"
"But Yukio where are you staying?!" His mother frets instantly. He stops himself from breaking down at the thought of hurting her.
"Don't worry about me. I'm a grown man. Make sure to take your medicine, and sleep and eat. I will call you again when I have news... Kaasan I'm fine... I-I contacted Kagami. He has some friends from when he lived in America. They helped me a lot. Kaasan don't worry about me."
"Oh but Yuki-kun I should have gone with you and—" his mother starts to criticize herself and he stops her. It was a good thing she wasn't here. He would never want her to see, with her own eyes, what his father did to them.
Or rather didn't do for them.
"KAASAN! I'm fine. Don't worry. I'll call you soon, I have to go. I don't want to run their bill with this call. I love you please take care of yourself and don't worry about me… Oyasumi." Even as he spoke he could feel his bottom lip tremble and his chest constrict. He evaded the truth when he knew he had to tell her.
He just couldn't bring himself tell her over the phone. He could feel his heart hammer against his ribcage and his face twist as he tried not to cry. He doesn't want to cry over that man any longer.
He had to be strong for his mom.
When he's startled by the sudden entrance into his room, he was almost relieved. He doesn't want to think about it anymore tonight. In reality, all he wants is sleep but as he looks up at Ryōta he feels the earlier irritation return. It was a more welcomed emotion compared to the lung crushing pain of sadness.
"What?! You don't even knock?" he rises to his feet and glowers at Ryōta some more; earning a sullen pout from the blond and an indignant knock on his door.
"You got the order wrong! I know this is your house brat but—" His ranting is cut off by the sandwich being thrust to his face. He leans back and looks at it in shock.
"What's this?" Kasamatsu retorts at the gesture.
"Well Senpai don't they have sandwiches in Japan?" Ryōta shoots back, provoking Kasamatsu's ire and earning a quick jab to the side of his stomach. Kasamatsu takes the plate from Kise before he could drop it and darts his eyes away for a second, feeling his cheeks color with the gesture. He was never good at receiving even the simplest of gifts.
"Thanks." He mutters looking back at Kise's wincing face turn into a sort of smirk.
"Don't thank me they're good for kidneys." was Kise's brilliant reply and it only earned him a well placed kick to his shin.
"I said no more jokes about my kidneys you brat!" Kasamatsu fumes, his eyebrows twitching with rage.
"Senpai you're a good liar." Ryōta speaks out of nowhere, making Kasamatsu straighten.
"I'm n— were you eavesdropping?!"Kasamatsu shouts at the blond who was looking around the room unabashedly.
"I'm not used to hearing voices in my ho— Whats that?" Ryōta points at the dollar on the dresser, his face filling with mirth. Kasamatsu huffs at the blond in front of him.
"It's for the phone call idiot!" Yukio's lips purses and his eyes spit fire as Ryōta doubles over laughing at him.
"Well, don't you spend lavishly?!"
Yukio could only agree at how ridiculous such an amount was for a long distance call so he drops to his duffle bag and opens it. Finding what he needs, he pulls it out and shoves it in Ryōta's direction.
"For your room." Kasamatsu explains. He doesn't have much money to spare so this was the next logical thing he could think of without offering his kidneys on a plater.
Ugh. and what a horrible joke that was.
Ryōta stops laughing enough to look at the offering. He take the dangling decoration and gazes at it with curiosity, "What is this?"
"Dream catcher. It filters out bad dreams so you'll only have beautiful dreams." Kasamatsu replies. It was the dreamcatcher his mother had given him a couple of days ago to celebrate their moving. He wasn't usually into these sorts of things, but his mother bought it in hopes their new life would start beautifully.
Obviously, that idea was never going to happen, so he didn't have use for it anymore.
"Ahh. Do beautiful girls come through it? Or better yet beautiful boys."
"Give it back dumbass!" Kasamatsu couldn't believe this brat most of the time, but he didn't exactly have the patience to listen to his idiocies. He reaches out for the dreamcatcher, only to have it held out of his reach as Ryōta inspects the offering.
"You should rest.. and eat the sandwich Senpai they're good for your kidneys." Ryōta chortles again.
"I said no more kidney jokes!" Kasamatsu kicks Ryōta out of the guest room and shuts the door firmly behind the annoying brat.
His eyes fall to the plate of food and he looks at it skeptically before muttering to himself, "Did he poison it... wait... Did he say boys?"
When Kise leaves, he runs his fingers through his blond hair again and then eyes the dream catcher in his hand with small smile. "Good dreams huh?" he smirks before grabbing his plate (with his half of the sandwich) on the table and then heads out to his patio in the back.
He hangs Kasamatsu's token on one of the hooks just above the double doors to the swimming pool, and for a moment admires his handy work with another small smile. Then, he steps towards one of the lawn chairs by the pool and takes a seat while unknowingly catching Kasamatsu run back and forth to the guest room door; carrying the end tables and chairs in an attempt to barricade it.
At first Kise's brows furrow together in confusion before his eyes widen in surprise and in response he let's out scoff, "Wow, even after I fed him."
Kise puts his hands in his pocket and let's out a huff because he is pretty appalled by the way Kasamatsu treats him. But then again, he did have to think about the situation the poor guy has been through— his pathetic excuse of a father and then having to have to lie to his mother about the whereabouts of that said father.
Yes, Kise may in fact have "accidentally" eavesdropped on the conversation between Kasamatsu and his mother, however the blond couldn't help but feel bad for him.
Someone he trusted, ultimately betraying him.
It reminds Kise of an incident back in the 8th grade. An incident he wishes he could forget but is always reminded of.
Shutting his eyes, he let's out an exasperated sigh before turning his attention back to Kasamatsu, who was now peeling off his shirt and revealing his bare back.
Immediately, Kise coughs out, his face and ears going red with pure embarrassment and not because he was ashamed for unintentionally peeping at the older boy, but because he wasn't expecting Kasamatsu to have such a nice backside.
Turning on his heel, the blond quickly darts back inside the house; although shortly afterwards, retuning out into the patio to retrieve his sandwich.
Kise thinks, that after he eats he is going to take a nice, cold shower before going to bed.
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When the strong morning sun rays hit Kasamatsu face the next day he's confused.
He's not accustomed to having such strong sun hit his face from such a direction. When he's fully awake he realizes why it seemed so odd.
He wasn't at home.
Hell, he wasn't even in his own country. He looks around the perfectly detailed room and feels the memories from the day before hit him stronger than the sun rays did.
That's right... he had to find his way home... His one tracked mind skids to a stop when he catches sight of the view outside his window— clear blue skies and deep blue seas on the horizon.
They day before, he wasn't in the right mind to appreciate the view and the feel of being in a new country. Now, it was practically calling to him. Yukio rises out of bed dressed in his basketball shorts used for sleeping, leg compressors and dark blue sleeveless shirt. He walks out the double doors of his bedroom in no time, feeling the warm salty summer breeze blow against him.
Even from this distance he could hear the roaring waves splash against the shore.
Kasamatsu is a city kid. His mom hardly made enough money to take him to eat on his birthdays, let alone plan trisp to the beaches of Japan. This was honestly the first time he's been able to enjoy such a sight. His usually furrowed eyebrows relax and his lips turn upward into a serene smile. Despite everything that's happened he could honestly say this was a sight he was grateful for.
Kasamatsu takes a deep breath and stretches peacefully, letting his eyes sweep along the California coast. Looking along the cliffs, his gaze comes back to the house he's staying at and he jumps seeing a flash of blond on the balcony.
It was his host Ryōta.
Despite all the annoyance this boy caused him the day before, he wouldn't be ungrateful for all the help he's been given. He straightens his back reflexively and gives his host a small smile with a quick bow before turning his gaze back to the ocean. Watching the rolling waves once more with a stronger sense of peace and determination than the night before.
After Kise's incredibly cold shower, he went straight to bed and slept fairly well. Today, Kise awakens to the sound of his alarm clock ringing, reminding him that he had class at 8AM. With a groan, he shifts himself out of bed and begrudgingly heads towards the bathroom to get ready for school. Once he finishes his daily facial routine and dresses himself into some comfortable clothing, he quietly walks over to his love seat by the balcony. From there, he catches a glimpse of Kasamatsu standing by the poolside, admiring the morning view.
Without a word, Kise grabs his backpack and flings it over his shoulder all while, heading outside to the balcony. He peers over the rails, watching Kasamatsu with mild interest and for the first time, he notices the way Senpai's gaze softens at the beautiful California scenery before him— a small smile gracing his lips and a warm expression very readable in his eyes. He's never seen Kasamatsu smile like that since they met. The older boy was always so domineering and rahter violent that seeing him with that expression... it was something Kise could've never imagined.
And Kise finds it exceedingly breathtaking— beautiful— making his heart skip a beat or two.
At that moment, Kasamatsu looks up at the blond, bewildered. Swallowing, the boy bows and takes one last look of the ocean before quickly heading back inside.
Kise chuckles to himself and follows his lead, walking out of his room and descends down the stairs to meet Kasamatsu halfway in the living room.
"Your house looks beautiful in the morning." Kasamatsu comments awkwardly as Kise grabs his keys on the coffee table.
"Oh yeah?" he replies, not looking up at him.
"Uh… Are you going somewhere?"
Kise turns his attention towards the shorter boy, whom he notices is dressed comfortably in a tank and some basketball shorts. He also notices the way that said shirt easily reveals his toned chest and arms. Also, the way the end of his shorts hang just above his knees revealing his muscular calves. Kise wonders if his thighs would be just as muscular.
Shaking his head, he gazes back at Kasamatsu and quickly answers him with, "School."
The boy let's out a breath of relief, nodding as if to confirm his own personal assumptions, "So you're not a drug dealer. You're a student.", he says, and then tilts his head to the side to which Kise thinks is the most adorable thing he's ever seen, "Do you go to schools like the ones in American movies?"
Again, pulling himself out his reverie, the blond almost snorts at the question, "And what kind of school is that? Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
Kasamatsu frowns muttering, "Smart Ass, " but then chuckles. A very melodic laugh.
Kise's golden eyes to widen with surprise, "You're laughing… this is the first time I've ever heard you laugh." He bluntly and openly points out.
"Huh?" The older boy blinks and answers, "I've always wanted to know what kind of schools international students go to."
Kasamatsu pauses momentarily, then turns his body around to face the guest room's direction, causing Kise to raise a curios brow at him, "Where are you going?" the blond asks instantly.
"I have to leave when you are." Kasamatsu replies, peering over his shoulder, "I'll just brush my teeth and wash my face."
"Stay then."
Kasamatsu is so surprised by the suggestion that he stops and turns to meet his host's golden cat like eyes, tilting his head to the side again in confusion. The blond shifts his weight before he decides to hurriedly explain himself further.
"Stay until I get back from school, I mean you don't even have a place to go." Ryōta pleads with him, huffing out the last part like he was helping Kasamatsu out.
And Yukio wasn't going to deny it.
This whole situation had been a mess and Ryōta was a big help, but staying here without him would be rather lonely. It was already making Kasamatsu uncomfortable just thinking about staying in such a huge house by himself.
"I can't just stay in your house while you're away idiot what if I was a thief?" Kasamatsu can't believe Ryōta would just trust and leave him here. He would've thought that some of his own paranoia would rub off on the blond, but there he was smiling like it was the most normal thing in the world to let Kasamatsu stay in his house alone.
"Oh, so now you're the bad guy Senpai and here I am being so nice to you." Kise teases letting a sly smirk slip onto his lips.
"I'm just saying I don't feel comfortable staying in your house without you, we're practically strangers." Kasamatsu blurts out, his face stern and refusing to just let this brat coerce him into staying here all alone for the rest of the day. He still had to figure out a way to get back home.
"I'll just go to a cafe or so-"
"They open late, in the afternoon actually." Kise interjects
"Uh... I'll take a bu—" Kasamatsu wracked his brain for a possible solution his steel colored eyes glowering up at Ryōta.
"People who live in this neighborhood don't take buses so they don't come here." Kise shoots back, feeling his lips curl farther back at the stressed expression in Kasamatsu's face. At this rate he would have to stay there unless—
"Arg! will you shut up and let me thin—" Kasamatsu growls at him, scratching the back of his head.
"If it bothers you staying here so much, then come visit my school." Kise suggests catching Kasamatsu once again off guard
"What?"
"You said you wanted to know what kind of school international students go to Senpai, just join me for today." Kasamatsu looks around trying to think of something else but when he comes up blank, he looks up at Kise and nods rushing past him towards the guest room to get changed. He already took a shower the night before, so he made quick work of changing into some jeans and a plain navy t-shirt and washing his face. He was ready to go in no time flat, grabbing his wallet from his duffle bag and sticking it into his back pocket.
Once he comes out he and Ryōta make their way up the stairs, putting on their shoes and in silence walk towards Ryōta's shiny red Porsche.
"If you're going to drive us, make sure you drive safely or I'm taking the bus." Kasamatsu demands remembering the night before. He watches as his companion practically skips to the driver's seat and shoots him a cheeky smile.
"Aye-Aye, Captian." Ryōta salutes while Yukio shoots him a look and just gets in the car, more than a little excited that he was going to an American school. He only hopes he survives the trip with Ryōta's driving.
A/n:
Artemis: God I am so sorry guys I know we said sunday but I got sick with the flu and I couldn't even sit down to write for three days straight. But this is hella long so I hope it makes up for our tardiness.
Apolla: LOL. tbh, the reason why she got sick was because she accidentally drank my sister's drink at Disneyland, and my sister was sick that day too. Hopefully this makes up for the tardiness! Oh, and check out our separate tumblrs for updates and extra stuff, like short drabbles, teasers, news, gifs, and fanart for this story! Hey, maybe even ask us some questions! We're nice honest! Also, I just uploaded a song relevant to this chapter. I'm actually gonna start uploading songs from the Royals playlist to share with everyone, that way you guys can collect them and then listen to while you re-read the story!
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