#splithorn

    it’s something a child would do , bent down as he continues to examine the bike that stood in front of school , and it made him momentarily distracted from his destination. He would be late to class. 

He stands up , grabbing hold of the handle bars , he’s never seen a real bike this close before.

“ I was bored, riku’s asleep and daddy was busy… and I wanted to play and be like mama.” and the child enjoyed it – she really did the way that the colours came and clashed all over the walls were enticing – just not to her parents.

   ❛ Ah... You didn’t have to come out of your way to thank me for such a small thing, Hatsuharu... ❜ with this, he immediately finds himself gripping the sleeves of his kimono in a soft sort of anxiety, though prone to his panicked bursts, for the moment, he seems rather soft and withdrawn.

     It’s always been hard for Kyo to speak his mind, but somehow it felt even harder when he was around Hatsuharu. The two were in constant competition -- well, Kyo was with everyone in his life, it seemed -- and because they didn’t live together like he did with Yuki, it was tough to confront him. But after their fight earlier in the day, he thought it best to say his piece, even if White Haru didn’t remember or care. “Listen,” he said, looking at the younger man. “Don’t tell anybody I said this, but you’ve gotten pretty good at combat.”