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     “ Why are you telling me that? “ He asked, eyeing up the numerous blankets that were on the other’s bed. Obviously, Kuroda didn’t get the hint, only thinking that Yuuto was complaining about it just for the sake of complaining.

                 “ Why don’t you just start the movie? You’ll forget about being cold. “

      Huffing a bit in annoyance, Yuuto moved to let go of Yukinari’s arm then, reaching over to get the remote and pressing play on their movie, while he wrapped himself into the blanket he had.

            There were a lot of things he wanted to say ---- or do ---- to show Kuroda how he had enough of these kinda of stunts of his. Instead, he grabbed for the snacks and hoarded them for himself, starting to eat and guessing that if the other wanted to have some, he will just tell him ‘why don’t you just go into the supermarket and buy you some? You’ll forget about wanting to snack anyway.’ ---- yes, something like that.

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       Half way through his first semester, Yuuto was just so happy to have more free time to spend with Kuroda. Despite the fact that they were -- luckily -- room mates, both of them were kind of busy with exams, studying and all that crap. So, spending time was mostly reduced with small talks here and there.

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                  “Aw... come on now...” Yuuto sighed as he smacked his flat hand against the vending machine. Of course, the item he paid for would get stuck. Using both hands to shake the machine a little, he couldn’t move the snack an inch. How frustrating. Kneeling down evntually, he snuck his hand into the slot and tried to reach the package -- which worked! “Yes!” The boy exclaimed, trying to move and----

            “S--Shit...” Shinkai muttered, barely being able to move his arm out, and if he did, it hurt badly. Waving over with his free hand to Kuroda, he tried to get his attention, being sure that if he weren’t be helped immediately, he was going to die -- or maybe lose his arm, who knew...

              “ H—–? And why shouldn’t I? Give me one good reason, Yuuto. “ He asked  with a wide smirk on his expression—shamelessly enjoying the look of the other groveling at his feet. Nothing felt better than making people feel like they were dirt under his feet. When he thought about it, Yuuto hadn’t done anything wrong—not even remotely. It was all thanks to his bad mood, and how low of himself he was currently feeling. Both of those made him snap, feeling the need to treat someone he cared about with such roughness. Kuroda was aware he would regret such actions later on, but right now he needed easy—not to mention quick—relief to his sadness.

      Cowering underneath the other, he laid still on the back, keeping his hands onto his chest, formed to fists, tightly enough to colour his knuckles white. He was scared for any violent outburst -- not because he thought Kuroda would do it, but because any kind of physical violence he had experienced so far just... scared him. It wasn’t even the pain that made him cry, it was just fear -- seeing others in pain was enough to make his eyes water up.

            With flat breathing, he pursed his lips, thinking about what to reply. Maybe being quiet would be the best option? Even so, he just couldn’t shake off that drastic change, trying to keep up eye contact with the other.

                  “There is no good reason, so I’m not giving you one. The question is -- what upset you so much? You know that talking helps a lot... and if you can’t talk to me, then----”

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            When he woke up, Yuuto felt a horrible headache and realised that he couldn’t see a thing. Turning, his head lightly, he took note of the woven bag on his head, moving around he, too, has understood that his wrists and ankles were tied up, probably with a rope by the feel of it. Recollecting anything that happened before his blackout, the only memory he owned was of walking down the streets at night, on his way home with heavy steps, not really wanting to find his destination too soon -- someone grabbed around his face, a cloth, a very strong smell and that’s it. Was he kidnapped? Not that he was a kid anymore, but by the sound of it he was still in a car, by the feel and smell of it, he was in a van, on the steel floor, it was cold and dusty, certainly making it even harder to breathe, not that the bag was helping it all too much.

      Not that he wished for such a situation, and neither was he being unfazed -- certainly, you’d have to be insane if you weren’t at least slightly nervous about such a thing! However, this was... much better to him than going home to his abusive father. It was almost like some god-like, angelic saviour must have found the pity to stop the troubles and struggles for the poor boy.

            Still, he wouldn’t try to make sounds just yet, neither wanting to move around or try to escape. Instead he was trying to understand the conversations -- hearing that there were several men, and women... girls... though the female voices sounded a bit distressed. Were there girls being abducted too? Well, that must’ve been... one big mistake. With his girly dress-up, it wouldn’t surprise him if his attacker got the impression he was dealing with a woman -- certainly not. But he just prayed that no one would find out, it might get him into more trouble than with his dad...

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      Yuuto wasn't one to judge upon Houses to pick out with whom he'd work together on a project, really -- he tried to get along with everyone, as much as possible. Though, lately he had noticed how he had to avoid Slytherins for their rude nature, the way they kept mocking others -- mostly Hufflepuffs as himself -- making fatty-jokes, and whatnot, it was pretty low and pretty silly -- most of those things entered one ear only to exit to the other. Still, he'd rather pick out other partners if possible.

            However, he was out of luck. The professor had put together the best potion wizards and witches from all classes of the Hufflepuff and Slytherin houses with those who lacked the talent -- looking around, he prayed to be put on one kettle with a fellow Hufflepuff, only to be directed to a Slytherin, who looked like he attended classes above him. Creepy. As if the boy's white hair wasn't cold enough, his pale skin and ice-blue eyes just made this picture a whole, Shinkai did not dare to think that he was typically cold for a student of the snake's house, but he could think such a comment at least.

                  So, that meant the boy was good at potions -- or at least better than Yuuto -- which wasn't a huge task per se! The trouble now was to work together, or rather to be tutored by the other. He could already imagine the mean comments and the hurtful mockery flooding out of the other's mouth like poisonous fluids, though he had to endure it for the sake of... learning something. Looking at the bright side: at least that guy was a student years ahead of him, so he could easily teach the boy some things.

shout out to super important baes aka. kurxda and gxntlegiant ! mwa mwa ! ! !

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      "Oh no." The boy muttered, as he clutched tighter on the massive security holds that were around his torso. He really disliked those roller coasters, mostly these kinds where you'd get thrown around and have to sit across someone else -- he never had the stomach for these rides, but after he was the third wheel of Hayato and Yasutomo anyway, he did not want to stay on the ground and carrying evreyone's bags -- he wasn't doing that, for sure. But now -- right now -- he really regretted it. The guy sitting across from him looked rather bored, maybe even displeased, but not nervous. How could someone not be nervous?!

                  As soon as the ride started and they were shot upwards in shuttle speed, Yuuto pressed his legs together, clinging on his security holds and legs being tense. "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" He mumbled to himself in a panic attack, closing his eyes tightly; maybe if he doesn't see anything, it'll be better?! While his big brother and said date of the redhead were having a good time, the younger Shinkai just felt knots and more knots building up in his guts, gulping hard. 'No, don't puke! No, no, no!' With these thoughts, he swallowed down the first urge empty his stomach, realising that with closed eyes everything was even worse. But as soon as he opened them, his fear of heights kicked in and without any further redo he let it all out -- very unlucky for the person across from him.