♛ ---- Hikaru, 15, crush: Yuki
- Murmurs erupted from fellow classmates that had been at
the store, asking each other about Hikaru and Yuri. Questioning Hikaru and Karou, which made Hikaru feel bad for the poor girls. How could they not see it was all an act? Of course Hikaru and Karou cared for each other, nearly as much as they let on, but they weren't in love.
He nodded, ignoring the comments. Picking up bags, he smiled before kissing Yuki on the forehead. Something about her made him feel safe, and he always wanted some sort of contact, especially when people were looking. Maybe it was his protective nature kicking in, maybe his jealousy, maybe even both. He didn't know, but he also didn't mind.
They stood in the breezeway type of room, waiting on their ride. When it came, Hikaru helped Yuki put the 'groceries' in the trunk before opening her door to let her in. After she was in and buckled, Hikaru closed the door, walking to his side, letting himself in. He got in, buckled himself, and closed the door.
A yawn escaped his lips. He sighed afterwards, unbuckling himself. Then, he lied down, head on Yuki's lap. "You smell so good," he mumbled, voice muffled by her skin and clothes. He knew he was weird, she knew he was weird, everything was okay. "You remind me of home. You are home."
- ♛ ---- Sasha, 14, crush: Tamaki
- Cheeks flushing red, she smiled softly at the boy. She was more
than sure France was more beautiful than her. "You don't have to lie," she chuckled, "We're not in the host club. There's nothing to gain from lying in this instance."
Her father overheard as he walked past the room. As soon as the words host club left his beloved daughters mouth, he knew who this boy was. Now, Sasha had of course told him of Tamaki and the host club, but as separate things, and never connected the two. But it wasn't difficult for her father to. He glared in her room, making direct eye contact with Tamaki, silent. Not wanting Sasha to be aware he was there.
She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "Do you still play?" she asked. Realizing they'd switched topics, she smiled softly, "Piano, I mean." She didn't mean to go back to this topic, and feeling that it annoyed the boy she apologized. "I'm sorry for going back to this. I just love classical instruments. I used to play violin, but I haven't picked one up since I moved here. I doubt I can play it anymore, really."
Smiling softly, she thought of when she used to play nearly every day. Her favorite pieces to play were ones that started slow, but gradually grew in speed, becoming faster and more difficult. It was always a challenge, but the outcome was always worth it. Even though she'd abandoned her violin, when she had headphones in listening to music, it was usually classical music featuring violins as the main focus.
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