┊▌VIKTOR
WITHOUT AN AUDIENCE TO perform for, merely the presence of a kindred spirit, the air of upright formality & distanced elegance warms into one of heartfelt laughter.
❛ you think this is bad, just wait till next week when the midwinter ball finally begins. ❜
he does something then that most, and especially his legion of tutors & governesses, would disapprove of in a crown prince, and slumps gracelessly to the ground. spine dipping from its undeviating straight-backed routine, viktor sprawls against the base of the oak tree shielding them from view. smiling, he pats the place beside him on the grass expectantly.
❛ you can repay me by hiding here with me until they’ve disappeared. i think i overheard some of them discussing betrothals. ❜ a shudder ripples delicately down his spine as he flicks bokuto a meaningful look, one of shared horror being of similar age & royal status.
he makes another noise of protest; the ball had completely slipped out of his mind. his dancing skills were hardly anything to brag about, having no grace for the act. he looks more out of place on the dancefloor than a wolf among a flock of sheep. “ i would rather study my history and mathematics in the library. “ he’s following suit and takes the spot besides viktor as his own, going as far as to fall back onto the grass ( he couldn’t care about the possibility of grass stains, about the dirt on his clothes. the sun shines, the wind blows, and for a moment he feels free of burden. but only for a moment. ) “ betrothals?! “ and there went his moment of peace, sitting up to frown at the thought. of course that would be a point of discussion; they were both at the age for marriage. but that didn’t equal to them wanting marriage. bokuto wasn’t too fond of the idea, at least. “ how do you think they’d react if i say i’ve fallen for a village girl? or if i simply refuse the whole idea? “ it was embarrassing to admit but he’d only want to marry if it was for love, not politics or money.
┊▌STRANGER
❛❛ If I’m WRONG, please feel free to correct me. I don’t want you to have a… UhBAD EXPERIENCE here just because of my broken Japanese. ❜❜ Kara stuffs the writing pad in her apron for later. This job is a good step before she finalizes her registration for high school. Her HOST FAMILY’S got that under control, assisting with the document transfers && such. So any feedback about her wording the customers can provide is taken seriously.
❛❛ It should take about thirty or so minutes for your food. But I’ll have your tea out quickly. Are you SURE there’s nothing you’d like to modify on your order… ?? ❜❜
“ no, really! it’s okay, you got my order right. and your japanese isn’t too bad. “ while it was obvious she wasn’t native to the language, she really did speak it well enough. he couldn’t really think of anything he could offer to help with. wait. maybe he could help her… “ you’re learning japanese, right? why not try talking to me? i can be a conversation buddy! or something like that! “ he couldn’t just pull out a book and show her the proper ways to pronounce this or that, but what better way to learn something than by experiencing it firsthand?
" I have a question --- can I ---- touch your hair?"
at this point, he’s not even fazed by the question. its one he gets often ( from friends to strangers alike ) so he simply laughs and leans his head down. “ everyone gets a free first time. “
{ hatsuuharu }
I LOVE BOKUTO KOUTAROU