~[Mondo's Point of View]~
The night was going smoothly, I'd say... about as smoothly as a jar of crunchy peanut butter. I wasn't sure why, but the entire time I felt stiffer than my own damn hair! Which is saying a lot, mind you.
Usually being around the strict type doesn't break me down, but for Taka... something just feels different. Something different than anything I've experienced, so much so that I can't just brush it off. For now though, I guess I'll have to try.
Almost by complete muscle memory, I propped up the bike and lifted up the seat of it, to grab the rag I kept handy. While working practically on autopilot, my mind buzzed with thoughts, all about the dork 6 feet away from me.
He looked nervous, in his own regard. Usually he's much more attentive, but his mind seemed distracted. I'd usually expect him to talk about something like if I'd done my homework, or something stupid like how late it is...
Growing tired of waiting, I guess my mind finally got the best of me, causing me to give in and try to start talking. Like a fuckin' idiot.
"Hey." My words rumbled out. He stopped idly twirling his foot in the dirt and turned to me, expectantly.
Look at him. I can't tell if I envy him, or if being around him is just that fucking fun.
"I... enjoyed hanging out with you, ya stricthead." Who am I kidding, I loved just hanging out, even if we weren't on the bike or at school. This dude's... cool as shit!
"And why are you suddenly calling me such blasphemous names, rebel?" He said between laughs. Kid's got humor too... heh. I'm growing fond of him.
Our talking thereafter... somehow, it mattered so much, yet didn't matter at all. 'S not usual for me to let my time get away like that, but... some time not worrying about the gang, or about whatever... it's nice.
...it's nice, at least, when it isn't 4 in the fucking morning and I'm still thinking about it. Great. The gang's gonna notice I'm all tired and think I've gotten weak or something.
Thinking about a boy at 4 AM is weak... so why...? The word why quickly became the only word on my mind. I tried to focus on something other than my confusion. Counting sheep, or something ridiculous.
Time barely fucking moved. As if flipping me off, my clock seemed to go half the speed it shoulda been.
I kept turning over every few moments, growing more and more restless. My stomach was nearly as restless, feeling very... warm. It wasn't in a hungry way, and I didn't feel sick, so...
I turned over one last time, to see the sunlight dancing at the tips of my curtains. And then, it hit me. The reason why...
"...Shit."
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(OUTDATED) ISHIMONDO
FanfictionKiyotaka and Mondo's relationship was one that started out as a petty rivalry then soon blossomed into a brotherly friendship... but could it turn into more? Art by kiyondocum on Instagram. It was made by her for this fic (sorta)! Go check her out!
