#h. ri. kaman . verse

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in rindo's defense, he didn't know that there was anyone in their general vicinity until it was far too late -- despite this, knowing that someone else was around wouldn't have stopped him from changing his shirt in the middle of the train anyway. regardless, it happens and as he turns to walk off, planning on trashing his blood covered shirt ( blood's a bitch to get out and while he could just clean it, he could easily just get a new one ) -- only he doesn't get that far before he collides with something and in the background, he can hear ran say this is the bast day of my life to himself. ( fuck you, ran. )

everything that happens afterwards is expected, everything between the chick running off to his twin laughing to himself, even to rindo kicking his brother when he sits back down. " shut up, " he replies, eyes rolling as he reaches to put his glasses on the top of his head. " she ran off 'cause you fucking laughed, i'd leave too. "

logically speaking, rindo can see how the entire ordeal must have been completely mortifying. realistically speaking, he doesn't care that much. shit happens after all.

he's groaning softly to himself, sliding back in his seat to place his head on the table, arms crossing in front of him as he stares off towards the window on the opposite side. " nah, she looks just like him. they could be twins. " insane thing to say to his literal twin. attention only flickers back towards his brother when the other speaks again, eyes reluctantly moving to land on him, watching the motion before he's resetting his line of sight. " asshole, go to sleep or something. " / @barrenstars

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" i know. " it's rare to find aimi out willingly, especially if it doesn't have anything to do with getting herself more art supplies, a task of which rindo's sure shuji would have started doing himself if it wasn't for his lack of expertise in the category ( or so rindo figures ). " i dunno, " he drawls, completely joking. just as aimi's face turns, he offers her a cheeky smile, nudging her back as they step out into the sunlight. " yeah, i missed you, but i think ran missed you more. asshole won't stop talking about you. "

giving a roll of her eyes at his comment, all aimi can do is laugh. ❝ yeah, because you're probably outside all the time. i'm practically a vampire. ❞ which is true, for the most part. aimi has her own apartment where she likes to spend most of her time, even if she's got a pain in the ass of a flatmate, who... is more like a live-in maid now that she thinks about it. fingers intertwine with his own when he urges her along, and soon enough they're walking hand in hand out of the train station. another smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she turns to gaze up at him, taking a step towards him to lightly nudge his shoulder. ❝ so, did you miss me? ❞ it had been only four or five days.

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when they all make it to the bathroom, rindo takes little time in sitting on the toilet, lid down, and grabbing a hand full of tissue to press it against his still bleeding nose. there he sits, silent, head down as the pain begins to resurface and he lets out a soft groan as reluctant tears form in the corners of his eyes. it comes and goes shortly, easily forgotten about when the other two begin talking, attention on grabbed when ran says something about the mirror. ... what? hanma shuji wrote that shit? whatever it was — rindo had only glanced at it on his way in, only seeing enough to see characters he didn't particularly care about reading in the moment. " huh? " he finally pipes up, moving from his half crouched over position to sit up fully, head turned towards the mirror. he lowers the tissue in the process, pressing wrist against his nose for a split second and sniffing before actually reading what's on the mirror. " you're telling me that asshole writes sappy love letters? " he has to laugh / does, weakly. " what a simp. "

" i don't want to hear that shit from two fuckers who can't even get a girlfriend, " shuji spits back, standing near the doorframe around the time the other two start speaking about what's on the mirror. unlike the twins, he was in no particular rush to pile into the bathroom with the rest of them, plated slice of pizza in hand for him. he sucks his teeth at aimi, golden eyes rolling at her before he looks into the room, first looking at ran through the reflection of the mirror before his gaze falls onto rindo, who was still sitting. " you two look like shit. worry about that. " / @barrenstars

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[ text; aimi-chan~ ♡ ] come on you're breaking my heart here [ text; aimi-chan~ ♡ ] get me one or i'm taking yours [ text; aimi-chan~ ♡ ] what're you even doing up, i can never get you out of the house in the morning wtf

[ text; shuji. ] yeah at 4 am

[ text; shuji. ] wtf do you want from me hanma

[ text; shuji. ] fuck rindo it was ran who left him

[ text; shuji. ] no my hands are cold

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rindo scoffs at her reply, eyes rolling as he again looks towards his brother before he, too, peers down at the phone. if she doesn’t want to let go, then so be it, but what’s this about kicking them in the face? “ didn’t anyone ever tell you to keep your hands and feet to yourself. ” eyes narrow, voice lowering as his once forgotten headache is again remembered. while he doesn’t seriously plan on hurting her, “ try it and see what happens. ”

“ aimi— ”

rindo blinks stupidly as aimi chooses to look at her while rejecting hanma, brows temporarily knitting as a silence falls over them all, only looking towards ran when he speaks. “ jealous? ”

hanma groans over the phone, only now choosing to get out of his bed to look around for the missing meds he’d asked about earlier and got no answer to. “ since when did you start telling people i wasn’t your boyfriend? ” for a number of reasons, it was a whole thing behind why she let people believe it to start with. “ don’t tell me you think they’re cute, do you even know who that are? ”

“ apparently not, ” rindo calls out, finally, reluctantly, releasing her arm, having no reason to keep her the way he had. “ don’t tell me you forgot to tell her. ”

unable to quite tell if they were being serious or not, aimi opts to be optimistic for once and believe these two random guys on the train wouldn't kill her. still, the hand she tries to pry off of her remains unmoving. she's not even making it budge. pink brows narrow together as her face scrunches in irritation at the two words he speaks all so simply, as if he hadn't grabbed her first. ❝ you first. ❞

laughing down the phone, ran is so much more amused than he ever was, leaning forward so that hanma would catch all their voices loud and clear. ❝ don't be like that hanma, we- ❞ he's cut off by aimi, and ran is surprised at her boldness, unable to hide the wide grin that spreads across his face at her words.

❝ shuji! do you still want me to kick these guys in the face!? ❞ because with each second it was becoming more and more appealing. ran looks over to his brow, wiggling his brows before returning back to the phone. ❝ your girlfriend- ❞

cutting the boy off once again, aimi tears her gaze away from the blond and onto the other one across from her, puffing her cheeks out. ❝ he's not- ❞ she begins, turning back towards the one who holds her firmly, locking eyes with him all so confidently. ❝ he's not my boyfriend. ❞

silence settles for a moment, and naturally, ran is the one to speak up first, speaking up with genuine curiosity and a little hint of rejection. ❝ why'd you look at rindo as you said that? ❞

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a hand latching onto his wrist and rindo's grasp remains the same, still looking at her as if she's lost her mind when his brother snatches up the phone and speaks. brother speaks a name and rindo smirks to himself before gaze slides back to the girl. " let go. "

" leave her alone you dipshits, i'll kill you both, " hanma replies, more irritated that it's ran's voice that first hits the phone after the sound of it falling and from what he guesses, sliding elsewhere. " the fuck are you doing stalking girls? creeps. i didn't realize you got off on shit like that. "

" and now it's ten million, asshole. "

" fuck you, bitch. "

never, ever, had hanma sounded so serious in his life. so when his demand came aimi wasted no time in doing exactly what he said, having the fear of god in her as she goes to crawl onto the table, just to have a hand wrap around her arm and yank her right back down to where she sat. she hadn't anticipated it, but she really hadn't expected the strength behind the yank. maybe aimi's body was just very weak, or this person was very strong. as she comes back down, the phone in her other hand slips from her fingers and falls, but luckily, ran is quick in reaching out and snatching it. now that she's back in her seat, disorientated a little from the way it happened ( and the pain meds still in her system, ) aimi turns towards the blond-haired boy, ready to give him a piece of her mind. her hand reaches up and clasps around his wrist, prying his hand from her arm. ❝ hey- don't- ❞

ran, having snatched the phone, immediately turns it in hand and relaxes back in his seat, staring at the screen for a moment, a wide grin curling upon his lips at the name displayed across the screen. oh, this keeps getting better and better. with a tap of a button, he has hanma on speaker, not caring as the girl across from him appears to be getting into some kind of altercation with his brother, or the start of one. however, she seems to freeze up when ran speaks into her cell phone. ❝ we want seven million yen or your girlfriend dies, hanma shuji. ❞

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" how am i supposed to come get you when i don't even know where you are!? " hanma hisses back through the phone, finally shifting in his bed just enough to actually sit up. after a soft grown, he grows quiet, more so listening to the bickering that sounds off in the background than aimi's hushed-yell bitching about her needing help. he just woke up, this is too much, damn it. " wait-- " what? " aimi, i'm gonna need you to get up on that fucking table and crawl over that fucking table to get out if you have to, kick them in the fucking face if you have to. "

" in what world would i seriously want some poor girl you've rejected? " seriously, ran is the most unserious person on the planet. why-ever his brother things that rindo would actually go for that is beyond him. ( not that he expects an actual serious, sane answer to the question. ) but ran relents and grows quiet, leading rindo to do the same, attention turning towards the girl he's trapped by the window, glancing at her as she whispers into the phone. at the mention of a certain name, a brow arches, gaze sliding onto his twin as he gives a soft nod before he looks back at the girl, watching the way she starts moving after, what rindo assumes to be, something the hanma on the phone said. before any of them know it, she's beginning to crawl up on the table. head tilts, eyes wide for a moment as one foot hits the table, briefly dazed before he reaches out and grabs her by her arm, yanking her back down and into her seat. " sit down, you'll hurt yourself. what are you doing? you can just ask me to move??? "

there's absolutely no alertness to hanma's voice as he speaks, meanwhile aimi is trying not to breathe too heavily down the phone and have a panic attack. ❝ never mind that, come and pick me up right now! ❞ giving a quick glance at the two boys by her side, aimi turns back once she sees them both still bickering. ❝ the train got rerouted so it's taking like an hour to get there, but the train broke down halfway there for some reason and we're not allowed off! ❞ she's speaking incredibly rushed and low, so the two boys don't hear her over their own bickering. ❝ and these two guys got on at the station with me - now they're stalking me! i'm sandwiched in at the window and they're talking about losing their virginity! ❞ taking a moment to collect her thoughts, the pinkette exhales a soft breath into the phone, curling further into the window as the two voices by her side grow louder, most definitely being heard through the phone. ❝ hanma, come pick me up. ❞

ran, who had continued to bicker with his brother, pays no mind to the girl on the phone at first. ❝ i've sent countless girls your way! i've helped you before! ❞ but rindo always dismisses them. so there was no way he could say he doesn't help him. hearing bits and pieces of the conversation the stranger is having with someone on the phone, ran becomes less interested in the argument with his brother and more interested in the phone conversation. and the moment he hears her utter a name, followed by a demand, he falls silent, turning his full attention onto the girl before looking back at his brother, giving him a look that asks 'did you hear that?' hanma. there's only one person he knows called that, and it has to be the same person. which, oddly enough, makes him think that rindo was right. this girl might have been at the fight. without much thought, he gestures to the girl, ushering his brother to snatch the phone from the girl with a grin.

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“ see! ” this is exactly what he means, actually. his brother is so dramatic, making a big deal over something that happened some time again. “ this is exactly why i don’t tell you shit, bastard. ” seriously, why is ran scream yelling his business? it’s too late for this level of drama, not to mention his head still hurts, but his brother goes silent and rindo responses by no longer glaring at him as if it’s some sort of fair trade. it’s not. not seriously. he soon huffs out a laugh, arms crossing, water bottle still in hand as he shakes his head. “ what part of what you do for me is help? ”

“ you’re not dead, ” the voice over the phone goes, sounding more sleep than awake. “ what do you mean help you, the fuck am i supposed to do way over here? aimi, where the fuck are you? you were supposed to text me when you got there, not blow up my phone. ” the groan that sounds is soft, “ where’d you put my pain meds? ”

she has so many questions. are they friends? brothers? she can't quite figure it out, although they do have similar features and the same pretty violet eyes, something which aimi noted when she was gawking at the boy's half-naked for far too long. but now they're both so close, she figures they're related. still, she doesn't dare look over at them while they have their argument. this was awkward. ran, however, is left absolutely stunned. speechless, and in great pain. ❝ what? ❞ he asks in disbelief, fully forgetting there was a young lady present. ❝ you dipped your wick and never told me!? what kinda brother are you!? ❞ not a very nice one, evidently. still, ran is flabbergasted. ❝ oh come on, i do not - ❞ rolling his eyes, the older haitani goes silent, knowing that yeah, that might be a little true. after a minute he gives a soft shrug. ❝ fine. fine, whatever. you wanna do your own thing and don't want my help? that's cool. ❞ during the chatting, aimi hears her cell phone ring, which was in the pocket of her hoodie the entire time. swiftly, she wipes it out, fully uncaring what the two brothers were doing. she sees the name plastered across the screen and answers immediately, not letting the person on the other end get a single word in. ❝ help me-! ❞

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his question gets answered and rindo nods slightly, figuring that's about as much as he's going to get out of her without asking more specific questions and really, he's not in the mood to ask if she was in some huge gang fight not all long ago. if he's wrong about it, then he'd just be spreading business some random chick doesn't need to know about, but he doesn't think that he's wrong. shrugging, he chooses to finish his water, proceeding to throw the empty water at ran, watching it bounce off of his head. " wipe that stupid smile off of your face, who the fuck told you i was a virgin? " he's already taking the second water, not opening it, but keeping it just so ran doesn't have anything to launch something at him. " i didn't tell you shit 'cause you're the worst person on the planet, look at you. you're seriously telling me-- " rindo is going to murder his brother, actually. " you ruin my chances at doing anything, fuck you. "

unlike the guy beside her, aimi is reluctant to take anything offered to her until ran pushes a cold can of soda right over to her. it's only when she takes it and holds it in her hands does she turn to the boy beside her when he mentions just 'wanting to see her face', which actually makes her face darken a few shades of pink. however, the question he asks snaps her right back into reality and she averts her gaze to open the can of soda. ❝ i was in a fight with a guy. ❞ a simple and vague enough answer, he didn't need to know the details - who even was he? who were they? ugh, this was so confusing. ran, who didn't really care either way, wanted to go back a few steps. ❝ uh, yeah you were, ❞ he recoils, now fully turning to the girl, gesturing to his brother. ❝ i thought he didn't have any game, you know? turns out he does, ❞ turning back to his brother, he grins lightly. ❝ i thought you were gonna die old and alone, a virgin too. ❞ aimi chokes on the soda she just sipped, eyes once again widening at the 'banter' filling the air all too casually. turning to face the window, she wishes nothing but death.

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" fuck you, you brought me over here to show me something??? " while his volume is raised, he's not exactly yelling, not seriously in the mood to do as his head is hurting far too much to even want to put up with a screaming match. despite that, the girl goes on and starts yelling as well, leaving rindo to groan and fall backwards into his seat as ran up and vanishes. oh thanks, that helps so much, ran. that helps so much, actually. only it doesn't as he watches some blurry figure he figures to be his twin make it's way back to the table and rindo sighs to himself, staring up at the ceiling. fuck his life, actually. " i wasn't, you drama queen, " he hisses, reaching for one of the waters and cracking it open without a second thought. " i just wanted to see her face, " like he said, he thought that he knew this chick -- and now he's somewhat turning towards her, brow raises as he motions vaguely towards her, taking a long drink of his water before he speaks up again. " what happened to your face? "

immediately his phone gets shut off and pocketed, no longer caring about the video he had taken. he shifts in his seat, leaning over the table towards his brother. ❝ what the fuck did i do!? i wasn't the one caressing her all romantic and shit - you did this! ❞ while the two boys bickered, or whatever they were doing, aimi kept letting out little pained whines before her head tilts up and she's looking from one guy to the other. the pain dulls significantly thanks to the meds she had taken earlier, but it would definitely leave a lump. ❝ excuse me!? what the hell are you doing!? ❞ why were they on her side of the train? why was one of them sitting beside her and the other directly across from her? what the hell!? ran, who feels the need to defuse the situation slightly, sighs and moves to stand. ❝ give me a minute, ❞ muttering this, he wanders off leaving both his brother and the strange girl for no longer than thirty seconds before returning with a few cans of soda and two bottles of water. after he dumps them on the table, he sits back down and looks over to rindo, then gestures over to the girl. ❝ well then, tell her why you were pulling a prince charming on her. ❞

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rindo, moments before she jerks back, pulls his hand back and away from her, hand falling underneath the table as he watches her crash into the wall, visibly cringing at the sight, only thinking about how badly his head hurts and watching this doesn't help in the slightest. that poor girl. he winces, lips once again pull downward, hissing softly at the scene before attention turns to his brother, looking dead into the camera before he stares dead into his brother's face. " ran, you asshole, why would you do that? look, she went and hurt herself, you have to treat girls better than that. "

at first, it's the voices that make the cogs in her head start moving, and the fact that the fingers in her hair are not her own, not hanma's, certainly not her friend's or family's. her smile drops and brows furrow in confusion, her blurred vision gradually wearing off as she blinks several times, making out the figure before her as the guy she had accidentally harassed earlier. he was now sitting right beside her when he wasn't when she fell asleep. ran, who was still sitting watching, cringes at the sight. ❝ oh... ❞ he mutters quietly. it takes aimi maybe thirty seconds after waking for her to realise what was happening, and the moment she does her eyes are blown wide with both fear and shock. pulling away from his touch, aimi jerks backwards so hard and fast her head crashes against the wall behind her, the sound making even ran jump in his seat, in mild surprise. ❝ oh, shit-! ❞ that looked like a sore one. aimi, lets out a pained cry, both hands reaching up and cradling the back of her head where it was now throbbing quite violently.

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everything is against him, rindo's fully convinced. all the signs point to all gods ( and rindo isn't religious ) hate him and him alone. why else would he be put in situations like this, where the girl starts waking up the moment he actually touches her, smiling at the touch and all. this is just his luck, truly. " ah, " he starts, freezing as he spots the smile on the girl's face and just as her eyes begin to flutter upon, her hair starts lifelessly falling from between rindo's fingers, falling out of her face and rindo's never felt more fucked over in his life than this moment. their eyes lock and he grimaces, " sssshit-- "

the sudden change in topic has ran confused, especially given the fact he's mentioning the fight from yesterday. ❝ what? ❞ moving, he leans over the table, scooting a bit in his chair to get a better look at her face, but he can't see very well due to the hair clouding her features. before he can say anything about the matter, rindo's taken it upon himself to, ever so gently, brush her hair out of her face. not only that, his fingers were brushing over some prominent bruises across the girl's cheek, and for a minute, ran is speechless. ❝ what are you - ❞ cutting himself off, his jaw almost drops when the girl's lips curl upwards and a soft squeak of contentment escapes her, no doubt soaking up the tiny bit of physical affection being provided to her. ❝ oh my god, ❞ once again, his phone is out and he's snapping a picture of the scene. their mom will definitely be seeing this. however, before ran can utter another word aimi's eyes are fluttering open, tiny smile still spread across her face and her arm stretches out further, brushing against ran's.

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" yeah, cause then you could die happy. " and if it were to happen, rindo would be the one to turn around and murder his twin just as his joy hit's it's apex. afterwards, though, he'd have to kill himself, too. " you're just talking shit-- " but the girl starts moving, causing the both of them to fall silent, breath held as she readjusts herself, now facing him. when she falls sleep again, rindo's gaze flickers towards his brother before he's again looking down at her and again, he's hit with this small sense of recognition, causing him to lean down the slightest bit ( and at this point, her drawings have been completely forgotten about ). " dude, wasn't she at the fight? " at least, that's what he thinks. " i've seen this chick before somewhere-- " and as he says this, he's starting to move her hair, careful as to not wake her up.

he lets his brother think for a minute, shaking his leg underneath the table. he's impatient but is enjoying the reaction his brother is giving, mostly because he's never seen him act like this. ❝ man i wish something like this happened to me, ❞ ran speaks up, leaning his elbow against the table and propping his chin on his palm. ❝ this is how people in the movies find the love of their life. ❞ reaching over with his free hand, he points to the still sleeping girl, ❝ this girl right here could be your future wife, rindo. ❞ the minute he finishes speaking said girl gives out a sleepy moan, shifting slightly. ran freezes up and actually moves back, eyes widening as he looks from the girl to his brother as she sleepily turns over away from the window, turning to face his brother. after a few seconds, she seems to settle again, face now visible despite strands of hair covering her face. ❝ i think she agrees. ❞

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as he takes the sketchpad, rindo falls silent, scarily so as he looks over what was drawn. for a long moment, eyes are glued onto the page, one hand reaching to ghost fingers over the details of the tattoo she'd drawn, almost in awe of how accurate everything seemed to be. " man, this is too much, " he says, mostly to himself, fully over the fact that either the girl had tried very hard to remember what he looked like shirtless, or she had photographic memory. either way, why did she draw it? gaze flickers towards brother, lips pulling downward, " just how hard was she looking? " he's setting aside the fact that it's his fault to begin with. " hold on, i'm thinking. "

getting one last look in, ran swears this really is the best day of his entire life. his entire life. handing the sketchpad over, he slinks back in the seat, jutting his legs accidentally with the still sleeping girl. said sketch revealed an upper body from the v-line up and stopped at the neck, but the real detailing was in the tattoo sketched over one half of the body. it was almost identical to the one design rindo had on him, almost identical to the matching one ran had too. only, this girl hadn't seen all of it, so assumed it stopped right at their v-line. aside from the tattoo itself, aimi got rindo's body type perfect as well, revealing that she had, indeed, gotten herself a good look. ❝ what a little pervert, ❞ ran comments after a few agonisingly painful seconds. however, the smirk on his face reveals he's anything but angry. ❝ shall we wake her up? what punishment is suitable for such a crime against my baby brother? ❞

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while ran goes and leaves him be, rindo soon returns to his original position in attempt to go back to sleep, not quite able to as his brother eventually laugh as if the funniest thing had happened to him and in that moment, rindo knows that he'd not going to be able to sleep anymore. still, he doesn't move until his twin actually calls out for him, resulting in rindo to sit up yet again, squinting before he reluctantly drags himself to his feet, moving for the girl's section as well. " what the fuck are you on about? " his brother, he knows, is prone to exaggeration. " i don't have tits, " he says this blandly, annoyed with the way ran puts it before he drops himself in the seat next to the stil-sleeping girl. ( really, he wishes that were him. ) a hand reaches out for the sketchbook, " let me see. "

and suit himself he does. raising to his feet, he fully ditches his brother and heads over to the girl's section, shimming to sit perfectly across from her as she faces the opposite way, still sleeping soundly. carefully, he moves her arm away from her sketchpad, which prompts no reaction from her and begins his deep dive. he notes how talented she is, with her sketches at least. the ones he sees on the first-page range from train seats to blurred scenery, something you'd see when looking out the window of a fast-moving train. it all looks so innocent and he almost gives up until he turns to one page and his entire face both drops and lights up at the same time, and he lets out the most uncalled-for laugh of his life. ❝ no she didn't, ❞ he announces to himself, readjusting his posture in the seat, uncaring if he wakes the girl up. she better wake up after the shit he's discovered in this. ❝ rindo, she drew you - or, your tits, exactly. ❞

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brother dismisses himself and rindo, who’d been ignoring him anyway, focuses his attention entirely on aimi, grinning down at her as he feels her smile into his chest. as response, he gently rocks her in his arms, only stopping when she looks up at him, then past him. “ it’s not that bad, ” he says easily, casually as he knows it’s about three notches away from completely unbearable. “ you’ll feel better when you get inside, ” as standing around the train station is no place to be. “ come on, i’ve been wanting ice cream, anyway. ”

ran, who only showed up to cause mischief for that very moment, excused himself to leave. something about a doctor's appointment or whatever, it wasn't that important, really. aimi, who felt her cheeks grow warm upon being kissed on her crown and complimented, smiles even wider, much to her dismay. she tries to hide it by turning to hide her face into the fabric of his shirt, shying away from the attention, even though she most definitely craves it. ❝ maybe... just a little! ❞ comes her confession as she pulls away once the heat from his body proves too hot, it was already too hot. the sun wasn't being very merciful to them today. reaching out, aimi hooks her fingers around rindo's and heaves a deflated sigh, averting her gaze to awkwardly try and peer at the sky. ❝ can we go get a cold drink or ice cream? i think i'm gonna die. ❞