After the Winter Cup, Kise was. . . Different. It wasn't just because of losing, no. . . It was more of a fall down of sorts. He didn't message the Teikou squad for no reason anymore- only if he needed to ask them a legitimate question or accept/decline an invitation to play streetball with them. He didn't send multiple pictures to their group chat, asking for their opinion on a certain outfit or pair of basketball shoes. He didn't text the chat, asking for company in between breaks during a modelling session. Hell, when Momoi texted him first one day, instead of his usual, extremely fast response, it took him an hour to answer her.
It was like. . . Like he stopped seeking out their companionship and opinions.
At first, the Miracles loved the change. Not having their phone being blown up by Kise was a welcomed reprieve. They all celebrated silently and alone; what they didn't know was that Kise was waiting for one of them to text him back first, to see if they actually cared.
When he received no new messages from his 'friends' for three days, he decided to stop caring about them all together. After all, he had more important things to do, right? Right? They don't matter, do they? They don't. They do not and will not. Mark Kise's words.
He wouldn't be a friend you can ignore and give zero fucks about until needed. He wouldn't become that guy.
He wouldn't be someone they can bring down constantly, and be the punching bag of the Miracles. He'd dealt with the abuse from his so called 'friends' for so long, that it was weird to not be the butt of jokes, or the one that was bullied the most; the one who was mocked, and ridiculed for wearing a bit of eyeliner- or or or the one who was kicked and ignored for being himself.
He'd grown up in a toxic environment, and escaped it. He wasn't going to stay in one again, just for a stupid friendship that probably was one-sided and he doesn't care about them anymore okay so don't assume he does-
Kise fell deeper and deeper into a pit of isolation while his 'friends' seemed to ignore him, not once actually texting him to see if he's okay.
"I quit," Kise said to his manager. There was spluttering heard, a shriek of indignation, the sound of someone running towards him, and then the chirps of birds and small animals as he exited the building, feeling a bit of regret, but ultimately, lighter than he had since he turned 12.
Kise felt like he could take a step closer to being himself, to being someone he wants to be. But of course, it was probably wishful thinking (The media had too strong a hold on Kise's life, and he was absolutely certain he'd be bashed for wearing girly shit, like pastel sweaters and cute kitten shirts and just whatever was cute to him, like those boots that he adored and that 'every white girl in America had'- he knew they would fit he had relatively small feet for his height (8 in American Womens size)).
Because if Kise knew anything, it was that the media disliked any thoughts of 'abnormal' celebrities.
The next day there was a magazine article featuring him, pondering why on Earth would he retire when he was finally being scouted world-wide? Why would he quit when he was getting so many offers to go model a shoot somewhere in Paris, or to be an underwear model for Calvin Klein, or to be a fetish, something someone stared at until it became old, and discarded it for a new one? Because surely he was making a lot of money, so surely he was fine? Surely he could model again, this was surely just a temper tantrum, yes yes it's fine, all teenage celebrities go through this stage at one point or another, it'll be fine.
He tweets the answer to most questions that ask for the reason he quit: "I'm tired of being someone I'm not, or ever will be."
His tweet receives more favorites than any of his others have (and that's quite a large amount), and he can already see the articles being published about him, can already hear Kasamatsu-senpai muttering to himself about how, "That damn Kise is at it again; always gettin' attention for nothing."
It pains him more than he'll admit that no one calls him after the first hour of sending the tweet.
When Kise gets his last check in the mail, he puts all his money in his bank account, and shops online for clothes that he doesn't feel uncomfortable in. He immediately buys tights and shorts that are pink and blue and yellow, and sweaters that have a galaxy print on them, or a cute cat, or ice cream, or anything that tickles his fancy.
He buys whatever he thinks looks pretty, and would look fantastic on him, because what's the point if he looks ugly?
[and online, when it says who to make the order out to, he puts his sisters name].
a/n: hey its short once again and this chap is mainly a filler chapter with like info and stuff. sorry if the story doesnt seem to be going in the direction you wanted, but its going to get good (hopefully lmao). i'm trying to ease kises character into wanting to be pretty all the time and just himself and to not care about what society or the GOM think and I've left not so subtle hints that he still cares but whtevr. but be warned this will be aokise and the gom/kise will reunite and become friends again after going through a lot of shit ok.
update: lol its not aokise its kagakise
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