one more chapter and this story'll be done :). i'm working on a new fic though so look out for that. anyway.
enjoy :).
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"Omigod, Rin! Hey!" Miku looped her arm through Rin's and dragged her towards the cafeteria, her long pigtails flying. Rin winced, narrowly avoiding getting hit in the face.
"Hi," she said, adjusting the waist of her denim short-shorts and tugging them up higher, never mind the fact that they were already high-waisted and riding up her thighs as she walked. "How was break?"
"Giiiiiirl," Miku sighed, "it was so boring. So. Boring. I never thought I would miss having classes, but..." Miku shrugged. "Your break was probs more interesting than mine, anyhow."
Rin shrugged too. "Interesting, yeah, I guess. I mean, I thought I was pregnant, but other than that..."
"Pregnant?!" Miku squealed, dashing in front of Rin to face her. "Omigod, I'll die if it's Len Kagamine's baby. It's gonna be, like, the most beautiful baby ever, omigod. Does Kaito know?"
"Relax! I'm not actually. Pregnant."
"But you did sleep with Len Kagamine."
"Isn't he so cute?"
"That's what I've been telling you!" Miku paused. "Was it good?"
"God, Miku!" Laughter bubbled out of Rin's mouth. "He's, like, a—a precious little ball of fluffy magic. Of course it was good!"
Miku snorted, throwing open the cafeteria doors. "Girl, I'm so jealous, you don't even know. But Kaito's pretty hot too. So we're good."
As they walked in Rin pulled out her camcorder from its neon orange case draped over her shoulder. She'd gotten behind with her vlogging lately—stupid college with its stupid schedule—and this would be a good time to catch up, reunions after break with friends and all that. Rolling her eyes, Rin decided that if it were up to her, she would drop out of college just to focus on her vlogging, maybe rent an apartment in New York City or San Francisco or something instead of being stuck at Vanderbilt. She'd planned to take a gap year after high school but of course Daddy had said no—the one time she wanted to make an important decision he had to step in and act like a parent, for once, spouting some nonsense about inheriting his and Mama's company and all that. Rin snorted. Wouldn't having real-life experience with her YouTube channel and platform make more sense than just taking classes? She shrugged, switching on the camera and turning to Miku.
"Okay, you ready? Let's get this party started."
Miku and Rin made the rounds, stopping by nearly every table because there was someone they knew, or someone who saw the camcorder and recognized Rinnyrainbows. By the time they got to Kaito and Len's table, Rin's cheeks were already sore from smiling, and she had an idea.
"So, Miku," Rin said, her pulse speeding up with both nerves and excitement, "I have a surprise for the Rinsters."
"Omigod, what is it?" Miku didn't know what Rin was planning, and it was for the best that she didn't, considering she would probably freak out. Rin handed her the camcorder, winking.
"So you all remember my roomie Len, right? The one who helped me with my tampons?" Rin giggled, keeping eye contact with the camera lens and jogging over towards the table. Len hadn't seen her yet, was still engaged in a conversation with Fukase, sandwich lying untouched before on the table as his hands gestured while he spoke. Kaito had already noticed them, a smirk on his face as he waved at Miku, and then finally, finally, Len looked up.
His blue eyes looked like the sky. She threw her arms over his shoulders. She gripped his long hair with her hands.
Rin kissed him on the lips. She didn't regret it.
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"Father?"
"Leonardo."
Len blinked at the email on his laptop, over the blue Columbia University logo to his name typed above it. His eyes skimmed over the letter for what seemed like the thousandth time.
Mr. Kagamine,
I am delighted to inform you that the Committee of Admissions has admitted you to the Class of 2021…
"What is this? The email?" He chose his words carefully, heedful of sounding too harsh, too rude.
"Why, Leonardo," Father began, "can't you see? You've been accepted to your dream college."
He could hear the smile in his voice, that passive-agressive smile that seemed to be the only form of expression he had besides bile.
"But..why now? Why after freshman year already started? The school year's almost over, and if I wasn't good enough to be accepted then...why now?"
"Are you not happy? You ungrateful-"
"No! Not at all, not at all…" His voice had faded into a murmur. Rin glanced at him from her desk, and he shook his head.
"I just-I'm a bit-it's overwhelming."
Father grunted, and Len could practically see him tugging at his designer shirt's collar. Len adjusted his glasses, pushing them up and into his hair. Never mind the fact that he was unable to read the acceptance letter without them. Maybe it would be better if he couldn't. For his sanity's sake and all.
"I was just wondering...Father...why you were calling me?" Len winced. Too harsh? Too disrespectful? He heard shifting from the other end of the call.
"Wanted to hear your thoughts."
"Oh. Uh," he coughed. "I mean, whatever you and Mom want, really." Not really. But it wasn't as if he had the option of choosing for himself, even if he was a legal adult now.
There was a pause.
"Well."
"We would prefer if you went to Columbia, obviously. It's much better than that Vanderbilt you're at now. Makes wonderful young adults, yes; very good, very good...Yohio's spoken very highly of it."
Of course. If Yohio went there, it was perfect. Of course.
"Also, it would be much closer to your family. Then you wouldn't have to take a plane to see us."
Len couldn't argue with that. With the exception of his father, it would be nicer to have his family living in the same state as him instead of nearly a thousand miles away.
"Okay. Okay. If that's what you want." He paused. "Father."
"Any intentions on telling your friends? That is, if you've made any...Yohio made some wonderful ones during his time at Columbia…" His tone was thoughtful, and Len snorted, cautious to not let the sound be heard by his dad. Of course. Everything Yohio had, even the simplest things like people to talk to and laugh with and love, was always impossible for Len to possess himself.
"Yes, Father. I have friends. And yes, I'll be telling them. Goodbye."
He ended the call, regretting it soon after and mentally slapping himself. Consequences would most likely follow his poor decision.
Oh well.
Len spread himself out on the bed, now double its size. He and Rin had decided to push their twin-sized beds together the week before, and honestly, Len was shocked that they hadn't thought of the idea before. Actually, scratch that. He wasn't.
Before, Rin didn't willingly give him kisses on the face and accept his cuddles (not that he ever gave her any before, though), or comb her fingers through his hair or lie across his stomach while editing her Rinnyrainbows vlogs.
Len didn't realize how much he'd been missing out on until then. He threw his phone across the bed, and it landed dangerously close to the edge of Rin's bright blue duvet. "Rin."
"Lenny."
"Did you hear any of that?"
"The call?"
"Yeah."
"Yes. I don't think you realize that you keep your phone on speaker all the time." She tittered, and Len felt his ears burn. Her face turned serious after that. "Are you really gonna go, though? To NYC?" Her voice had went from its usual talk-shout to barely above a whisper, and her lips were slightly pouted. His eyes were glued to them.
Len rubbed at his face and slid his glasses back onto his theem. "Yes. But," he turned onto his stomach. "Then you won't be there." He heard Rin turn around in her spinning chair, the one with the bright pink fur louder than her personality, and he remembered that maybe she wouldn't care all too much if he left. It wasn't as if she ever told him that they were officially dating, or particularly in a relationship limited to them and them only, no matter how much he wished she had.
"Actually. Nevermind. I didn't say that. It doesn't matter. Nevermind." He heard a quick but loud inhale from his right side.
"Is that so?" Rin's voice was suddenly snappy. "You don't care that I'm just gonna be here alone, do you? You're just gonna come by and kiss me every day and hug me at night and then just-just leave? Is that what it is?"
Len felt his stomach churn. "No." He wasn't able to say anything more, and he buried his face into Rin's duvet, and it smelled like tangerines and vanilla and Rin. He heard their creaky door open and shut with a thud. Len sighed, his stomach knotting even more.
It wasn't unusual of him to fuck things up.
So then why did it still feel so terrible to do so?
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