"He didn't get them?"
"No."
"I hope that's what it is and not that you're lying to me, Tadashi."
"I would do no such thing, sir."
He sees it out of the corner of his eye, the reflection of the small mirror in the car. Tadashi focused on driving, rather than the conversation. He clicks his tongue lightly and turns his attention back to the window. Even if he were lying, he doubts the ending would be any different. After all, it's been a problem from the start.
Langa doesn't pay the slightest attention to him.
Is it frustrating? More like infuriating. While it is true that there is "closeness" between them after the last race and the months that have passed, the considerable gap remains. One that I'd say comes from almost killing two people in front of him.
Although that was no big deal either. Anyone can almost get killed in races like that. Doubt Langa gives it any importance. Having the brief contact they count on, Ainosuke has been able to highlight that Langa doesn't pay attention to practically anything. Only to his skateboard and his red-haired friend.
He is a very flat teenager in that respect. At least he hasn't been able to detail much. Langa is quiet, very reserved. He reminds him a bit of Cherry, with the big difference that even Cherry could be very animated and almost electric if you managed to strike that kind of chord with him.
In many and varied aspects.
Anyway, Langa is a subject he fails to understand.
He thought he was more like him than he really is. After all, what is shown in S's underground is the reality: Miya as an insufferable, but talented kid who rubs it in your face at every opportunity; Joe capable of making an entire beam move with his legs and enjoy his herd of female followers; Cherry and his obsession with his artificial intelligence...
It's who they really are. It's what they like. With no identities or image to uphold, they don't care to show that. Langa is a case apart. He is and is not there. He's almost obsessive in his anxiety to ride a skateboard, but even with that he's conditioned to have the other character next to him.
Ainosuke is frustrated. He wants to go further. He tried. It even fell out of the sky for him and Langa seemed more concerned about his food than a six-foot-four man swooping out of a helicopter.
"With all due respect, sir... I don't think I should continue with that," Tadashi says in a low voice, fearful of how his opinion will be taken. "The boy, Langa, is-"
"Something you are not, none is, and none will be." He cranes his neck back and manages to rattle the bone. "What he does or doesn't do is not something you have any say in."
"You could have gone- I could have gone to jail recently for an "oversight"" He corrects himself, breaking into a cold sweat and knows Ainosuke is looking at him. "This kind of behavior isn't easy to do less, pretending it doesn't happen. I could-"
"Skateboarding in S is illegal, Tadashi, nothing that is done or comes out of it is okay" he mocks jocularly and amused. "Sixteen, seventeen, it's indifferent." He shakes his hand dismissively. "I doubt you understand.
No, I certainly don't understand anything since this kid showed up, Tadashi gives up trying to convince him. It's impossible. No one is going to get Langa out of his head. Maybe only if Langa gets out of there, but apparently he doesn't even realize this. Even though Ainosuke has sent him gifts galore.
Many of those gifts he ignores, some he returns, some his mother keeps without knowing where they came from. Tadashi prays that he doesn't call the police because he thinks they are being harassed. That's the reality, but that would mean some terrible mess that he's sure to get into.
Ainosuke sighs and runs his hand through his hair, unintentionally undoing the hairstyle. Because of the tunnel, it's possible to detail his reflection. More like "Adam" than "Ainosuke" because of the drooping blue locks. Tadashi doesn't get it, no one does because in the end... WHAT DOES IT MATTER?! IT'S LANGA!
That kid is the most entertaining and mind-blowing thing that has appeared in years and details like age and such ridiculousness give him exactly the same. He wants to touch it, he wants to kiss it, he wants to press it and a long list of things that turn into barely perceptible, lunatic laughter on his part. Because Langa is surely going to bleed. Sure, he's going to cry and sure, he's going to say it hurts, but THAT'S LOVE!
Langa is cute. There's no denying that. However, it's not the main thing, it's an add-on. He wants the connection. He wants to compaginate again like they did in the near-fatal fall. He's sure he'll like it. He's sure it will be fun, just like the time they danced and reached the zone for the first time.
That brief, extended, more intimate moment, and this time it won't be cut off like the second time they made love! Or they have already started to make love and must conclude it! In a proper, mind-blowing way. Exhale and drum your fingers. It's got to be great. There's no way it can be that boring.
Like Cherry.
Why does he always compare him to Cherry...?
Oh, right, that cold, indifferent expression of not caring about anyone else's existence. That strange air of self-importance. On Cherry it's... Bearish? It bores him, he can't explain how he and Joe were so much - or are they still? -, lovers. Maybe that's why Joe goes from bed to bed with such brazenness. And Cherry is annoyed.
"Reki, his name is Reki." whispers Ainosuke. Miya is a separate issue, he doesn't care. On the other hand, there's that red spot that follows Langa wherever he goes. Or the other way around...
Ummm... Red.
And he came back even when he sent him to the hospital.
He could be fun too.
"His aunts called to-"
"I'm going to S today."
"He's having dinner with them."
"I'll go after dinner."
"As you say.
Sounding like a child planning to escape out the window, Tadashi holds in his laughter and at the same time, tries not to hit his forehead on the steering wheel. If they're going to S, it's for something, and that something is Canadian.
"You are really very kind."
Ainosuke bows his head with a charming smile on his face. The dinner with his aunts has a fourth woman. She is pretty. Japanese, big round eyes; hair with small curls and ash blonde locks. Clearly from a wealthy family. Just like Ainosuke.
She bores him, though.
Women have never appealed to him.
He can't say he hates them or finds them annoying, he just doesn't care for them. He has only ever hit it off with his aunts and he has the impression that this was the goal: to keep him from being interested so it would be easier to marry whoever they chose. His aunts love him, so it must be the best thing for him.
"Ainosuke thought they might go on a date later this week. Get to know each other more."
"That would be perfect. I don't have any plans for this week." she tucks the lock of hair behind his ear gently. "I just hope I don't interrupt your schedule. I know you're a busy man."
"You can always open a hole in the schedule for meetings like these. It will be a welcome break." says Ainosuke, sipping from his glass. "Good company will make it more enjoyable."
The woman, named Hanae, is somewhere between complimentary and apologetic. Ainosuke hears the light laughter of the women talking. He hasn't said much. He doesn't need to. His aunts are doing it for him. They are getting him betrothed and his only duty in that is to say I accept when the time comes.
I̴ ̵d̶o̷n̵'̴t̴ ̵w̴a̵n̴t̵ ̵t̴o̶ ̸g̵e̵t̷ ̵m̸a̵r̴r̶i̸e̴d̵,̵ ̵I̸ ̸w̵a̶n̵t̶ ̴t̵o̷ ̶s̵k̷a̵t̷e̵ ̴w̷i̷t̶h̴ ̶L̷a̵n̴g̶a̶.̶.̶.̷.̸ ̷I̴ ̸w̸a̷n̸t̷ ̴t̸o̵ ̷m̴a̴k̸e̶ ̸h̵i̴m̶ ̶c̶r̵y̵,̷ ̶s̴c̸r̷e̴a̴m̸
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H̵̙̺̄ḛ̸͉̋ ̴̼͂́u̷͈̳̒̇n̴̮͝d̷͍̀̏e̸͍̮̋͒r̴̫̭̃s̶͇̞͌̕ṯ̸͘ȧ̵ͅn̴̢̉̄d̴̜̩̎s̷̢̼̋ ̷̤̒͠m̵̢͆̎e̶̼̼͗͆.̶̗̳̾̈ ̵̥̅̕H̷̳̻̀e̴͍̟͝'̶̹̦s̶͇̆ ̸̠̂ġ̶̮̟͘ọ̸̗̽̆ȋ̷̜n̸̐͜g̸̛̖ ̶͈̎ẗ̵́̏͜ō̸̼ ̸̗͠l̸͈̇͛͜ô̸͕̗v̸͖̤ẽ̷̳̚ ̷̌ͅi̷̺̙̋t̴͓̕͘.̷̤̂͜
̴̩̱̝̰̽I̷̲͗ ̷͎͉̲͠j̴͉͛͠u̵̯͖̽̈ś̸̻̺̜̬t̶̻̰̝̜̃ ̴̫̭̱̂ͅh̴̝̣̎̈́a̴͖͎̗͊͊̈́v̷̭̈́̇͜e̴͙̹͕͌ ̴̢̰̦͔̉̿ẗ̵̛͔͍́̎o̵̩̍̌̀͠ ̶̘͋͝k̴͉͉͙̎̈́̾ë̷͕̝̱̫́e̵͇̫̪͌͊̈́͝p̷͇̈̏ ̶͇̗͕͑̃p̸̠̝͋͂̽̾u̸̲͑͐̑ş̵̥͇̹̈́̆h̷̰͕͐ǐ̵͈̲̈͋͠ņ̵̯͈̥̒̊g̶͖͑ ̴̭͙̿̽͋ä̴̡̭̪̦̒͆w̸̹͊̑̅ǎ̶̫̪̭͛̊y̴̻̝̩͋ ̶̭͔͕̄̎͘w̸̙̹̝͂̂̓͘͜h̵̲̏̆͗ạ̶̧̺̋̂̚ͅt̴͚̜̞͑͐ ̷̫͐͛̔g̷̛͖͓̕é̵̛͕̪̝̝t̴̪̮̙́̈́̈́͜ş̶̘͚̑̇ ̶̧̥̳̻̍͝į̵̻̝n̷̲͚̟̂ ̵̡̱͔͓̈́͑̔̚ṯ̸̡̃̓̽ḥ̸́e̶̝̽̓͋͠ ̸̫̄͊͘ẉ̷̢͓̤̂å̷̻̫̱̣͝ÿ̸̗́͘.̶̗̼̟̈́͐̎̿ ̵̰̈́͗͊Ḯ̵͙͇n̸̜̿ ̴̡͙̮͐̃́ẅ̶̳̬́̆ȟ̵͖̖̬͗͂̾a̶̗̻͋͊͘t̴̗͝e̷̙̹̊͜͠v̷̢̡̹͇̏e̷̩̰͍̓r̷̡̤̮̅̕ ̶̧̮͈͉̏̅w̵̺̎͂̈́̋a̶̝͆̔̀ỵ̶̿͛͊-̵̖̟͌
"Ainosuke" Turn immediately at the call of his eldest aunt - Yune. "Don't stay too late today. Tomorrow is an important day." she accents with a motherly leave that doesn't quite add up.
Ainosuke sees it as normal.
Tadashi barely manages to hide her displeasure.
It's the tone of a demanding mother, and one who keeps a line of false gentleness in order to achieve her goal by force. In the background a subtle warning not to talk back. For Ainosuke it is indifferent. If his aunt says so, it is because it really must be so.
"Sure, sure." Ainosuke laughs with awkward dejeuner. "Sometimes I make a mess of my schedule. Always tight." He trivializes towards Hanae and looks at the clock. "I wanted to stay until dinner was over, but it's certainly too late. I'm sorry." Ainosuke rises from his seat, leaving the cloth napkin on the table.
"Nono! I understand. It was nice to meet you. I look forward to our date this week." she replies hurriedly and friendly. Ainosuke takes her hand and kisses her knuckles.
"See you then" He says goodbye charmingly. "Good night, Aunt Mai, Oyuki, Yune." he bows to the three women and withdraws.
"Have a good night!" exclaims Mai from her place.
Ainosuke slowly widens a smile. Tadashi barely two steps behind him. He hands her the briefcase containing his suit. "The helicopter is ready, sir." Announces the butler. Ainosuke runs his hand through his hair, undoes his hairstyle and puts on the white mask.
"Good~ Night~" he mocks lightly and softly. His tone vibrant and exaggerated.
He certainly has important business to attend to.
"Looking for Adam?" Cherry snorts in disgust and Joe laughs. "You should stop being so suicidal. Beating him isn't that big a deal What do you think he'll solve?
"Suicidal? You don't think I can't beat him muscle brain?" Joe laughs through his nose. "He's going to come around. He's been doing it lately."
"And you're barely out of movement therapies" Cherry rolls his eyes. "I don't think you can do it today or for a while. You can compete with me." he offers smirking, points a finger at himself and Cherry was tempted to smack him with the board.
For idiot.
Not far away he sees Langa and Reki arrive. The redhead talks as animated as ever while Langa listens. He wonders if it's his idea or has he gotten worse over the days. That Langa stares at Reki like a fool. They're so obvious it hurts. It's worse when people don't even realize that reality. He clicks his tongue from sudden dizziness and Joe exhales in amusement.
Cherry is so silly sometimes.
"I thought you couldn't stand." Scoffs Miya, hands in pockets and overbearing grin. Cherry wonders if everyone is going to be this annoyed with him.
"Hey, he's already standing!" points out Reki with his hands behind his neck.
"We thought it would take him longer to recover." says Langa.
"He's being foolish. Don't worry," says Joe shaking his hand. "He thinks getting hit in the face like that is anything. What's worse, he even wants to skate against Adam again."
"I don't think that's a good idea fresh out of therapy" Langa opines. "He's not in the best physical condition. It would be tricky. If it happens again, he wouldn't be able to dodge it and who knows if it doesn't bring long-term sequelae."
"Stop treating the situation like I'm going to die or something!" he barks in annoyance.
The conversation is abruptly interrupted by the breeze kicked up by the helicopter overhead. Cherry holds a hand to his face, Why is he being so dramatic? What's worse is what he points out with the beacon of light. Adam comes down as outlandishly as only he does. It causes exclamations to accompany his very particular laugh.
"LAAAAANGA-KUN~"
"Ew." Miya scrunches up his face. Somehow Adam hangs upside down in front of Langa. Who leans back somewhere between flabbergasted and elated at being nearly crushed.
"Hello." he stammers awkwardly.
"Ah~ Anyone would say I scared you, Langa-kun" To them, it's seems that saying his name makes him moan. It's accentuated by the nights. "Although..."
He gives a boost and remains standing, in the dancing pose so characteristic of the peculiar character.
"Now you're Snow~!"
"And it sounds just bad." Miya sticks out his tongue and Reki laughs.
"Do you find it competing?" The murmurs start and are heard better thanks to him helicopter retreating. "One vs One."
"Yes, I'd like to." replies Langa without drama.
He gives a boost and remains standing, in the dancing pose so characteristic of the peculiar character.
"Now you're Snow~!"
"And it sounds just as bad." Miya sticks out his tongue and Reki laughs.
"Do you find it competing?" The murmurs start and are heard better thanks to him helicopter retreating." One vs One.
"Yes, I'd like to." replies Langa without drama. Adam smiles broadly and the throaty chuckle ends in taking him by the face getting so close that both Joe and Cherry look at him wrong.
"You never falter from my expectations. Amuse me. Make it a night to remember, will ya? Snow." He lowers his voice slowly, caressing pale cheeks and chin; Langa barely notices how close he holds him. That closeness turns to touch as Adam licks his lips.
There are a few exclamations and Langa scrunches up his face a bit. Adams turns away with his hands in the air and perpetual laughter. Up on the skateboard that seems to move with a will of its own. Langa rubs his mouth with his sleeve and Cherry hurries after the newcomer.
"What a weirdo." complains Reki. "As if everything he sends you wasn't enough!" he snorts leaning on the skateboard. "Are you okay?"
Langa sticks out his tongue and Reki pulls his cheeks. On the other hand, Cherry manages to pull Adam by the arm. He demands his attention. Adam's amused and excited gesture is extinguished at the sight of Cherry. More similar to his usual day-to-day gesture than the way it appears on S. For those who remain spectators to everything the third founder does, you may be curious as to how much bad blood there is between them. Joe and Cherry get along well. Maybe not as inseparable friends, but they seem friendly. Adam is that third party in discord who seems to be at war with both of them.
"I want-"
"I won't compete against you" He interrupts gruffly. "Being healthy you're boring" he tilts his head. Cherry catches a glimpse of the left eye. Bright and almost attacking. "Now it wouldn't be but triple. I'm not interested."
"Boring? Then why did you hit me instead of finishing the race?" claims Cherry through his teeth. "You were just afraid that-"
In contrast, his grip on Cherry gives the feeling that he wants to kill him or knock him unconscious. Grabbing him by the face, clenching his jaw and pulling him a little closer. Cherry tries to break free. Without being able to maneuver properly or even make enough effort to push him away.
"You see? You're nothing." whispers Adam. "Just an annoying, boring, useless bore." Releasing him he pushes him away, causing him to fall to the ground. "You don't know anything. You don't know how to feel it." he scolds mockingly. "And that's why I'm not interested in you." He shakes his hand and continues on his way to the start of the fall.
"Son of a bitch." He spits getting up.
. . .
It goes without saying to people in S that if Langa and Adam compete, it's like watching two jaguars running side by side. Two crazies in a dive and that one of them is engaged in dancing like he's not on the verge of death. Adam smokes a cigar, not to distract or diminish his opponent as usual.
But to focus on something. He is impulsive. Maybe too much so. Langa so close and "willing" isn't exactly a help. Because he's only willing here and in his estimation, the situation has escalated enough to be even out of S.
"Try not to go crazy" Adam narrows his gaze. He notices Reki and next to Langa. "Tomorrow you have to help me study for exams and it's better not to do it in the hospital.
"Ah, your concern is studying at the hospital."
"You understood me!" Langa laughs lightly, head bowed. Adam looks straight ahead.
Ă̴̡g̷͙̈a̴̝ḯ̸ͅn̶̙̋
̴̣́a̴̡͊p̸̧̆p̴͔̓e̵̤͝a̷͍͘r̴̠̓s̵̠͋
̴̭̈t̴͖͋͒h̵̨̤̾͗e̸̲͇͊ ̸̞͘h̸̛͔i̷̭̎̔n̵̘̳͝d̸̜̲̅r̶̨̥͛â̷͇̠̾n̷̫̭̈ĉ̴̥̺̍ê̷̢͖̑
It seems strange to him. They are so dissonant.
Langa so special.
Reki so anything.
He has a very nice fear, though.
He throws away what's left of the cigar and gives a laugh, Langa and Reki clash knuckles and the red-haired man pulls away a little.
When there is the signal, they run and climb heavily onto the skateboards, it starts with a lot of speed and as you would expect from those two. Reki moves to look at the bigger screen. He won't deny that he's a little concerned about Adam swarming around. It's pretty weird and gets to be creepy.
Langa doesn't know what's wrong with Adam. He's more attacking than usual. Keeping his distance from him becomes tricky, even if he tries to hang back, Adam mimics him. He can't resist finding amusement and pleasure in making him panic. That little glimpse of worry on his face.
Until at one turn he completely prevents him from pulling tight grip that manages to paralyze Langa: "What the f...?!"
He gives a shriek. He feels the ground on his scalp. Putting his hand on the ground so he doesn't end up in the hospital for making too much contact. Adam chuckles, joining foreheads with Langa who, so far, hadn't quite understood Reki's panic.
Usually being so close to the ground, he has maneuverability, but not this time. He feels a bump, he assumes from some rock on the ground.
"What's the matter~ Are you scared Langa-kun?" jokes Adam. The panic is such that Langa doesn't notice the hand he holds between his buttock and part of his crotch. Besides the hint of fascination, how the hell doesn't Adam fall down? He has nothing holding him and they keep skidding on the wall.
Adam lets go and jumps smoothly to the ground again. Langa staggers, loses speed and shakes his head. Dizzy. He runs his hand over his head and notices a trail of of the blow, he tries not to faint. He ends up screaming and falling backwards awkwardly because Adam is in front of him.
He complains under his breath, lying on the floor and sure he's going to have to go to the hospital. He furrows his eyebrows and puts his hands on Adam's chest. Confused by the kiss he gives him. Joe covers Miya's eyes as he presses the older man's hand to his face. Frankly, he doesn't want to see.
"Is he totally crazy?" Cherry wonders in whispers.
Beyond a surprise, no one is surprised: it's Adam. You've all seen how weird he is. To knock someone down to grope him in the middle of the runway is normal? For him.
What's up for debate is whether there's a winner or loser. In theory Langa lost. The transmission is cut. Reki grabs the skateboard and rushes down to see what the hell is going on.
Adam concludes that if being subtle doesn't accomplish anything, being direct does. He knows Tadashi cut the transmission. He's obviously not going to let something get exposed even if it's by accident. At least not completely.
Langa's efforts are of little use, Adam being a stronger adult than he is. The elder isn't worried that it's an open place, that people might come. Not at all. As far as he's concerned, it's his mountain and he does as he pleases.
Except there's a problem.
Small.
Tiny.
Titled: Langa doesn't react to anything.
Even rubbing his penis doesn't seem to have any reaction at all and well, even if he's a little stunned, there should be something. This is weird. He gets up and Langa takes a while to sit up. He complains about the fall and Reki shows up a few minutes later.
"Hey, are you okay?" The redhead leaves the skateboard lying around and rushes over to check on Langa. "I thought doing that stuff was out!" retorts Reki towards Adam who shrugs and laughs.
"A little fear doesn't kill , it was fun wasn't it?" tempts Adam towards Langa.
"My mom is going to ask about this and chastise me for not being where I was supposed to be" Langa mutters, "I'd rather finish the race."
"We can still do it."
"Yeah, but don't get too close." Reki interjects, considering this already out of the norm in Adam himself. He laughs, leaning in close.
"Does it bother you? Little hindrance" Reki suffers a shudder. "Ah, what a pity what a pity!" he exclaims pulling away sharply and climbing onto his skateboard. "I guess I'll regain my first place-
"I still can!" claims Langa. "See you at the bottom of the mountain!" announces Langa and Reki nods. He grabs the skateboard and takes off on his own.
Adam bows his head. He hadn't noticed until now, but his hair is so red it looks like blood. Or, those bumps in between being painful without being a bruise. Even a cut.
Langa walks past him and Adam resumes walking, thinking a few things as he passes him without a problem. Langa remains sore and so doesn't maneuver as well.
"Reki...? He has time in S. A couple of years" says Tadashi. "He was the one who took Langa and as far as I've been able to find out, for who knows how to use a skateboard. Langa is Canadian."
"Only a Canadian is stupid enough to put tape on his feet to stick on a skateboard" Ainosuke mockingly replies. "They spend a lot of time together..." he muses quietly. "Maybe..."
He tried more direct approaches and nothing happens! It's starting to hurt his pride that Langa doesn't show the slightest hint of sensitivity. It's as if he's as dead as his usual self. One day he decides to just peek in and see what's going on. Langa is a teenager, he should be a hormone-fueled hottie sensitive to even the slightest touch.
People are used to his red clothes, mask and hair in extravagant hairstyle. So wearing a simple black sweatshirt and jeans with sneakers worked perfect for misdirection. No one sees him there. He knows they arrive early in the evening, he doubts they'll study hard if they spend the night here.
At least they have more happy time than I have, he muses in his discreet search. He walks past Cherry who sees him out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't detail him, but is left with the feeling of knowing him. That the way he walks looks familiar.
Although it must not be what he thinks. When doesn't Adam put on a show?
Adam makes his way to one of the corners where there aren't usually people. It's a semi-abandoned building that they use for different reasons. Sometimes to rest, others because they have to pretend to be somewhere else and have nowhere else to go; to collect beffs rewards in the most carnal sense.
Or in Joe's case, to fuck whoever accompanies him and earns his attention for a while. Multiple uses and now he discovers it's also a place for Langa and Reki. He leans back against the wall and crosses one leg, sees inside without a problem through a half-closed window.
He has quite a bit of strength, considering he's so anxious, that he keeps it up off the ground even without supporting the redhead on the wall is peculiar.
AS IS THE MERE FACT THAT LANGA DOES GET HORNY.
Adam snorts, disgusted What's here that he doesn't understand? He decides to turn around and try to listen to hear if they say anything that will give him the ultimate clue. Other than what might already be obvious.
He winks in surprise at the kiss they give each other. At how distressed Langa is by it, his knuckles whiten from how tightly he's holding Reki's face and Reki taps him on the shoulders so he can breathe.
"Cal... calm down..."
"We haven't done anything in a week-"
"It's not the end of the world."
"A weeeeeeeeek." whines Langa.
"Oh please." whines Reki.
"I don't like to be without touching Reki." he grabs his face again and the kiss restarts. Adam looks up.
He concludes that he and Langa are alike. He can't be with someone who bores him. It just won't work. So Langa won't be with someone other than Reki or without having Reki around. That can be worked out, he smiles to himself and punches the wall. Tempted to know what they're doing.
The gesture widens, Reki's panicked face in contrast to Langa's total indifference to them being seen.
He remembers Reki being frightened. It was lovely. So was watching him bleed. If Langa is so intent on him, there must be a reason, and if he wants to get to Langa, he must turn the nuisance into a fixture that comes along with Langa.
"That'll be fun." he laughs under his breath.
. . .
"Carla, repeat it to him until he gets it."
"Your chance of beating Cherry Blossom is less than twenty percent, so-"
"I CAN BEAT YOU!" quisquilla Miya in exasperation. "LET'S DO IT AGAIN! I'M GOING TO BEAT YOU...!"
"You're a brat, you're not up to it yet" Cherry states nonchalantly. "Besides..."
He furrows his eyebrows. It's that same person. He doesn't know many. There are too many people in S. Nevertheless, he's sure he recognizes that back. That gait. He leaves Miya arguing alone and hurries over to that person, wanting to see what it's all about and being pushed roughly.
"Ad-"
"Shhhh" Cherry furrows his eyebrows. "If they make a fuss it'll be annoying" he informs in whispers. "You're cuter when you don't make a fuss. Although that's complicated from any perspective. You've always been a rowdy."The pelirosa reddens and Adam walks away.
"Um? And who's that? He looks familiar." comments Joe. Cherry folds his arms.
"He's nobody." he mumbles in annoyance.
Adam climbs into the car and removes his hood. Tadashi starts to drive off instantly.
"Send an invitation to the Hasegawa residence and I want you to put the following..."
Tadashi exhales, exhausted and he who had deluded himself that he would lose interest.
Notes:
Sorry if there have some typos or errors, i'm not that good with english, this more an experiment than something else