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# Chapter 1
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Kousaku was always a fan of the winter. It usually didn't get too cold in Kyushu, but it was a lot more bearable than the rest of the year. He could wear heavier clothes, which he vastly preferred over more summery options, and would often just wander, enjoying the weather and the sights around town. This was especially the case during breaks, when he had little to do but sit around home and read manga or head to the new-ish arcade with Daisuke.
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When the arcade was closed, he and Daisuke would sometimes go hang out at a favorite spot of theirs atop a hill near the school. It was a pretty nice view, and a quiet area. Occasionally they'd sit and play cards or something. Usually, however, they'd just sit, chat about girls, and, more often than not, make stupid bets.
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"I'm tellin' ya, man. Nomura was flirting with me! I bet you 500 yen something'll happen with her in the first week we're back in school. She complimented my hair! I told ya that growing it out was the right call!"
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This was one of those sometimes.
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"I never said it wasn't," Kousaku sighed, "I just don't think it's why every girl you ask turns you down."
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Daisuke turned to look at him. "The hell's that supposed to mean?", he asked.
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"I'm just saying, maybe you shouldn't keep asking your crushes out a week after you notice them. Get to know one of them first or somethin'", Kousaku answered with a shrug.
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Daisuke just stared at him. Then he laughed.
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Kousaku frowned. "What?"
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Daisuke stopped laughing, but kept grinning, "It's just... remember Hishikawa, from last year? You had the _biggest_ crush on her, and then you weren't even man enough to ask 'er out! And here you are, callin' me out for being, I'll admit, a bit of a skirt chaser, but you won't even give it a shot!"
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That... that wasn't right! He's asked out plenty of girls. There was... uh...
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Uh oh.
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"W-well", Kousaku stammered, "unlike you, I don't find some constant need for a girlfriend, y'know? Sure, it would be nice, but..."
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"...you're in no rush." Daisuke finished, a tone of exhaustion in his voice.
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"Exactly! It's not like I've been chickening out or anything, I'm just being... uhh... decisive! You wanna be careful about this sorta thing, make sure she's the right girl, get a feel for whether you think she'll say yes, all that."
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"..."
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"..."
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"...you're kidding me."
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"...eh?"
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".....anyways, did ya do the math assignment yet? I forgot to start it!"
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* * *
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By the time the Kousaku checked his watch and the two boys decided to head home, it had gotten quite dark outside. It wasn't particularly late, yet, but Kousaku's mom had told him to get back home early. Apparently, they were going to have a special guest coming tonight.
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"I'm home!" he called out, closing the door behind him.
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"Kousaku, come help me finish dinner! Our guest is set to arrive here within the half-hour and I need you to make the salad before he does."
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"Okay, mom! Just let me put my stuff in my room real quick."
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He yanked off his shoes and ran upstairs to his room, quickly pulling off his jacket and throwing it over his chair while grabbing the sweater he usually wore around the house off his bed. He took a quick glimpse at his mirror to make sure he was presentable, and then hurried back downstairs.
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"Hi, mom." he finally said as he walked into the kitchen, kissing her on the cheek and hurriedly grabbing the ingredients for their usual salad, as well as a knife and cutting board, and getting to work. "Who is this guest, anyways?"
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Harue Sakamoto was a tall, youthful woman with short, curly hair. Kousaku's father used to talk a lot about how it was what drew his attention when they met. She was dressed comfortably, but nicely, in a fairly typical day dress perfect for working at home. If one looked closely, they could see some faint, dark circles under her eyes from long days working on her next manuscript, but they didn't subtract from her generally welcoming expression and demeanor, nor from her subtle beauty.
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"Hello, dear." she began, "We're not exactly being visited by a _guest_, per se. He's the son of an old friend of your father and myself, and he'll be staying with us for the foreseeable future. I'm not entirely clear on the details, myself, if I'm being perfectly honest. Ibari asked this of me on very short notice but it seemed rather urgent that he come stay with us... and all the way from Tokyo, too..."
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_Tokyo?_, Kousaku thought, _That's a far place to suddenly move out here from. Oh! I need to grab a bowl for this..._
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He turned around to head for the cabinet. "So, do you know anything about our new housemate, mom? Besides that he's the son of some friend of yours up in Tokyo."
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"Well," she said, "his name's Hibari Oozora and he's in your year. He'll be going to your school while he's here, actually."
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"Really?"
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"Yes. You better be nice to him, Kousaku. God knows you need more friends than just Daisuke."
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"Mom!"
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"Anyways, go set the table. He should be here any minu-"
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A loud knocking on the front door cut her off.
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"Oh! That must be him!" Mom exclaimed. "Go get the door, I'll finish getting the food ready."
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Kousaku quickly finished emptying the cut vegetables into the salad bowl, and walked over to the door. _I wonder what kinda guy Hibari will be?_ He unlocked it and turned the knob, pulling the door open.
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His eyes were immediately drawn to the two strands of braided hair on the sides of her face. Each one had three red-orange beads, matching the distinctive color of the lipstick on her cute, pursed lips. Her long, dark eyelashes and brown eyes were about level to his and stood out against her bright, blond hair, the aforementioned braids reaching just past her _very_ visible ~~and attractive~~ collarbone. Her grey sweater swooped low, just wide enough to reveal a sliver of a black bra-strap, but high enough to cover any cleavage, and was tucked into her cream colored pants. They were cuffed on the bottom, exposing bright crimson socks that screamed for his attention.
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She looked at him and smiled, and it took almost everything in Kousaku for his heart to not stop right then and there. He could _feel_ the flush creeping up his neck, especially when he noticed the slight blush on her cheeks. Was that part of her makeup?
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"Hello." she said, "Is this the household of Harue Sakamoto? I was told this is her address. I just arrived by cab from the train station."
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"Um. Uh. Umm-" he tried to form a coherent response, but his brain was too occupied with thoughts of _cute_ and _girl_. "Uhhh..."
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She looked at him expectantly. Kousaku took a deep breath to collect himself.
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"Sorry. Ah, yes, this is the Sakamoto household. I'm Kousaku, Harue's my mother. And you are?"
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"Hibari Oozora, third daughter of Ibari Oozora."
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_**This** is Hibari Oozora? But, she's supposed to be a guy!_
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The sound of approaching footsteps came down the hall. "Hibari-kun, is that you?" Kousaku's mother called out. She turned the corner and saw the young woman standing just outside the door. "Oh! Sorry, I thought you were a guest we're expecting. Are you looking for a particular house on this block, miss?"
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"Uh, mom?" Kousaku began, "That's Hibari Oozora."
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The girl in question smiled at Mom. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Sakamoto. My father has spoken much about you."
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His mother's surprise was contained entirely in her eyebrows. After a brief pause, she spoke. "Oh, hello, dear. I'm sorry we didn't know it was you. I suppose I may have misheard, but I could've sworn your father had said you were his son when I spoke with him..."
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Kousaku wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but it seemed like the girl's smile was slightly more strained, if no less vibrant. She explained, "My father occasionally gets things like that mixed up. He's loath to admit it, but I think he's still a little bitter about having four daughters and no son." Her smile seemed to perk up a bit at the edges, as if she found something mildly amusing.
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Mother smiled in kind. "Well, please do come in. I don't want to keep you out in the cold. Kousaku, help her with her bags, please." she said, turning back towards the kitchen.
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Only then did Kousaku notice the guitar case she was holding. As if reading his mind, the girl spoke up, "It's a bass. I'll hold this, but I'd appreciate your help with my luggage." She pointed at the fairly large luggage behind her, then winked at him and walked into the house.
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Once again, it took almost everything in Kousaku for his heart to not stop right then and there.
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# Chapter 2
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"So... Tokyo, huh?"
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"Yup!"
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"That's, uh, a long distance to move on your own."
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"It is."
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"Especially in the middle of the school year..."
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"Uh huh..."
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"What's up with that?"
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"I was also wondering that, Hibari. Your father only asked that I could let you say, but didn't seem to want to explain why. It's quite unusual of him, he's usually a rather direct man."
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Instead of responding immediately, the girl reached over to grab the bowl of rice. She began to empty some of it into her own plate before replying. "Ibari felt I needed a change of scenery for my last year and a half of high school", she said, that same, slightly amused smirk lifting the corners of her mouth as she lowered the bowl, "in order to deal with my 'immature' behavior. Personally, I think he's being unreasonable, but I'd rather this than some of his other suggestions."
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"Other suggestions?" Kousaku asked.
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"Sending me to a boarding school, non-coed specifically. A few different ones came up, mostly up in Tohoku. Father hasn't been the biggest fan of some of my actions the last few years, so I guess he just wanted the problem out of the way for a while." She shrugged and continued eating.
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Kousaku and Harue were both mildly unsettled by this information. Their new housemate seemed like a kind girl, but did they unknowingly agree to house a delinquent of some sort?
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Kousaku's mother asked the obvious question, "If I may ask, Hibari, what behavior of yours did he have a problem with?"
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The light smirk turned almost devilish, giving Kousaku confused chills. He didn't know how to feel about such a menacing expression on that ~~cute~~ face. "Oh, just the usual teenage girl behavior, I suppose. You know, teasing my sisters, drinking some of Ibari's liquor, threatening a yakuza member. Nothing major."
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*Yakuza?*
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"You're joking about the last one, right?"
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Hibari giggled. "A little."
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*?!?!?!*
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"What do you mean, 'a little'?!"
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The giggles turned into full-on laughter. "Oh, *that* one he actually had no problem with!" Her laughter calmed down mildly. "He had his own grudges with the guy, anyways." she noted with a shrug.
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With.
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A.
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Shrug.
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Whereas this unsettled Kousaku significantly, the elder Sakamoto's reaction was much more mild, bordering on annoyed. "I suppose you can only set expectations so high for the head of the Kantou Oozora Group." she sighed, "I had hoped that your father hadn't been getting you involved in any of that, Hibari. We've had our share of disagreements on some of his own decisions over the years."
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Hibari's laughter died down fully, though her smile remained. "Ahh, what a rush." she sighed. "Just kidding! Ibari doesn't want me to be involved in business stuff, honestly. He's always afraid I'll make him look bad, so I'm left out of it usually. As for his real problem: he just doesn't like how I express myself. I'm in a rock band—or at least I was in Tokyo—and I don't always dress how wants me to. He says it's inappropriate for the role I was born in."
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Kousaku took a moment to process the rapid whiplash of information. *So her dad's a yakuza boss, and mom knew that, but at least she isn't some kinda scary mob freak. If anything, she's kinda fun. It's nice.* The thought calmed him down somewhat.
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His mother, on the other hand, seemed to only grow more upset. "That seems so unlike him. Sending off his own daughter like that..." She moved to get up. "Maybe I should call him and talk to hi—"
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"No!" Hibari suddenly shouted, slamming her hands against the table and surprising both of them. She blushed slightly at their startled gazes. "Um, I'd rather not drag you into this, Mrs. Sakamoto. We've been having these disagreements since junior high school and they haven't exactly been productive. I'd prefer to just let things with Ibari rest for a little bit. I doubt it would make much of a difference anyways, unfortunately."
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"I see." Harue seemed to think on this a moment, then sighed. "Well, I won't do anything you wouldn't want me to, then."
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An awkward silence descended on the table after that, as the three of them continued their dinner. Hibari still seemed embarrassed about her outburst, while Kousaku was a bit too nervous to try to break it.
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By the time Kousaku got the courage to actually speak, the three of them had almost finished their meal and the awkwardness was nearly suffocating.
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"So... did you enjoy the food, Hibari?"
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"Oh? Yes I did, actually. You made the salad, right? It was pretty good! Do you tend to help with the cooking, Kousaku?"
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"I often do most of it, actually."
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"Oh, really?"
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"Yeah. Mom's an author and often works pretty late to make her deadlines. I started learning how to cook over the summer a couple years back and I've just been doing it a lot to make it easier on her."
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"That's... actually really nice of you. I imagine you appreciate that a lot, Mrs. Sakamoto?"
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Harue smiled. "Yes, it's been a big help these last few years. My workload in general has been a lot heavier and Kousaku has been stepping up a lot. He's truly been everything a mother could ask for."
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Kousaku flushed at the praise. "Mom!" he whined.
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His mother laughed. "Anyways, I take it you two are done eating at this point?"
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"Yeah."
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"Yes, ma'am."
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"Alright, then. I'll handle the dishes tonight. Kousaku, you should go help Hibari get her things up to her room and figure out what you'll be doing the next few days."
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"Alright. C'mon!"
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* * *
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The two teens walked back towards the front door of the house, where they had left Hibari's things before dinner.
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She leaned to grab her luggage, rolling it towards the stairs with clear intent to carry it up."
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"Hey, uh, wait a second!" He rushed to her side. "That bag was heavy just bringing it inside! You'll hurt yourself trying to drag it up there on your own. Let me help."
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Hibari looked at him blankly, almost confused by the offer. "I appreciate the suggestion, but I really *can* deal with it just fine by myself—at least better than you were doing earlier."
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Then she grabbed the handle, and effortlessly carried the bag to the top of the stairs.
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*What the hell.*
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She turned around to face him and tilted her head quizzically. "What's the hold up? Bring up my bass for me, will you?" She began to move down the hall, then stopped and turned back around with a light blush staining her cheeks. She looked down at him, a *goddamn ~~insanely cute~~ expression* of mild embarrassment on her face as she did.
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"Oh, uh, which room is the guest room?"
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"...first door on the right. My room is the second one."
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"Ah! C'mon, Kousaku!"
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She left his line of sight from the bottom of the stairs, as Kousaku just stood there for a moment, taking the first moment he'd had all night to process what was happening.
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One of the cutest girls he'd ever met was moving *into his house* for at least a few months, and he was being an absolute mess. He's blowing it. He's barely getting a single word out or... what was it he'd said to Daisuke earlier that day? Getting to know her? She seemed interesting as hell, between the band she mentioned and her dad being a *yakuza* of all things and her *joking* about it, and he's just been stuttering all night at every little thing she does. He's barely been managing to respond to her at all.
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He hates that.
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It's rude! It's lame! It's... unmanly! He can do better, and he will! Determined to get his shit together, Kousaku grabbed the guitar case and carefully carried it up to the guest room, now Hibari's room. The girl had set her luggage down and opened it against a wall and was at the moment just stretching out against the bed. Kousaku pointedly ignored the little bit of midriff revealed by her sweater creeping up as she did.
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It was a lot harder to ignore the little moan she made while stretching. "Ungh! Ah, sorry! It's been a long trip here and I'm a little tired." The blond sat up and, upon seeing him, gave him a teasing smirk. "Enjoy the show?"
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Kousaku managed to mostly keep his reaction in check, if not without a little nervous fidgeting. He was *not* going to answer that question, though. "I just, uh, brought up the guitar. Where should I put it?"
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"Oh, hmm... I think that corner is probably best." she gestured towards the side of her bed opposite the nightstand. "It's designed to be able to stand, just put it with the flat part down." He did as she asked. "I'll just be in here emptying out my things for a while, Kousaku. I can take care of it myself, so don't feel any need to stay and help." She got up fully and walked over to her bag, getting on her knees and beginning to sort and take things out of it. Mostly clothes, Kousaku noticed.
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"I was actually wondering if I could just stay in here and talk? I wasn't planning on doing much tonight anyways and it feels wrong to not, I dunno, help you get acclimated? School doesn't even start back up for a few days anyways... Oh! Would you like to go out with me?"
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She jolted up in surprise and looked at him, eyes wide. It took a few seconds for Kousaku to realize his mistake. *Foot, meet mouth.*
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"I-I-I just meant that I could show you around town! Tomorrow! Maybe meet a couple of my friends, that sorta thing. I was gonna see one of them tomorrow to start getting ready for classes, too, so we could help you catch up if you need it."
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Her surprise faded as Kousaku explained himself, morphing into a teasing grin.
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"O-only if you want to, of course, I just thought it would be nice." he finished, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
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"Oh, I would *love* to go out with you, Kousaku. Make sure to show me *all* your favorite make out spots." He could feel himself heating up. "Pff, you're bright red! Talk about pure-hearted. I'm just teasing you~"
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She winked at him and turned back towards her luggage, continuing to unpack. "In all seriousness, that sounds good. You're also welcome to stay, though I get the feeling you might want to be careful about any talking."
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He just grunted in response, not trusting his own voice, and sat down on the bed.
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The two of them sat in silence for a while, Hibari occasionally getting up to put things in one of the drawers or hang some of her clothes. From what he could see, a lot of them seemed pretty cute. Of course, he still wondered how'd they look on her but he'd already gotten the sense that Hibari was good at coordinating outfits, if what she was wearing in the moment was any indicator.
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"So, I've been meaning to ask, you're in a band?"
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"Yep! Or at least I was. After I sang for the school cultural festival last year, Takanashi and Matsumoto—they're the other guitarists—thought up this whole plan where Matsumoto faked a broken arm *just* so they could rope me in. I figured it out pretty quickly, but then they asked me to join and, well, it was fun, so I said yes. They've honestly been my best friends the last few months, especially Takanashi..." she trailed off wistfully.
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"At least you could always call them." Kousaku said.
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"I suppose, but it wouldn't be quite the same. Father doesn't want me back in Tokyo any time soon, either, so it's not like I could just go for a visit and play with them. I'm just going to miss their antics, I guess."
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"Well, outside of how they got me to join, Takanashi and Matsumoto would constantly make schemes to try to get us gigs. So, Wakaba Academy, my old school, is *obsessed* with sports, right?"
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"If you say so?"
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"Yeah, so it's the start of the fall school term and Takanashi goes to the boxing club with a deal: let us play our music at your games and Hibari, as in, me, will fight in any game you want during the season."
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"Why you?"
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"Their manager has been trying to get me to join ever since I beat their star player—her now boyfriend, funnily enough—in a fight to make him stop flirting with me."
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Kousaku would find that hard to believe if he hadn't already seen how strong she was.
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"A lot of clubs wanted me for reasons like that. I threw a volleyball just a little too hard at the girl's team captain and next thing I knew she was trying to get me to join." She shrugs. "I had to keep telling her I wasn't planning on doing sports at the time and she wouldn't back off until I won a match against her."
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*She's amazing...* Kousaku thought. "So, uh, what ended up happening with the boxing club?"
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"Right. So, what Takanashi didn't realize is that the school boxing club isn't allowed to just have some band play their own music during their matches... so the scheme failed."
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"Oh. That's... very anticlimactic."
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"Indeed. Still, it was a lot of fun to be involved in stuff like that... I miss her a lot.... I miss all of them."
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Kousaku didn't know how to respond to the sudden, melancholy shift in tone. He felt like he was intruding on something more personal than he meant to pry into. He was about to ask her if she was okay, but she spoke again instead.
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"Sorry, it's just an adjustment, being here instead of there. Ibari deciding to send me here was sudden, to say the least."
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Kousaku chose to stay silent at that admission, resisting the urge to pry. Why was such a major shift *sudden*? Was there a fight of some sort, bad enough that her father would send her away? Kousaku found himself wanting to know more, to understand exactly what led to this girl appearing in his life.
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The two of them sat in silence for the next few minutes. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but Kousaku didn't find it quite as comfortable as he'd liked. It felt very awkward to just sit there without saying anything, especially without anything to do but stare at her. He felt weird about doing that.
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To his fortune, Hibari finished unpacking pretty quickly, emptying out most of the luggage and only leaving in clothes that seemed a bit inappropriate for the weather. She stood up and stretched out yet again, then grabbed her sweater from the bottom and pulled it off, revealing a black tank top.
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She turned her head to look at him, that teasing smile adorning her lips yet again. If she noticed he'd been staring at her shoulders, she didn't comment. "I think I'm going to have to kick you out for the night. I want to change and get ready for bed. As I said before, it's been a tiring day."
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He nodded and got off the bed. "Okay. Uh, good night?"
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"Good night."
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Kousaku walked out of her room and into his own. A quick glance at his alarm clock indicated that it was getting quite late, though not as late as he often slept during breaks. He quickly changed into his pajamas, brushed his teeth in the bathroom, popped into his mothers room to wish her a good night, and ultimately decided to sit in bed and read for a little while.
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About half an hour later, he heard a light knocking at his door.
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"Come in?"
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To his slight surprise, it was Hibari. She'd changed into her own pajamas—a white set with cute pink hearts all over— and had cleaned off her makeup... not that it made her any less pretty.
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"I was just wondering when you're planning on heading out tomorrow." She rubbed her eyes, betraying her tiredness, and yawned. "I was about to go to bed when I realized I hadn't set my alarm yet."
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"Well, I was supposed to meet Daisuke, the friend I mentioned, to study around... two o' clock? If I'm gonna show you around town beforehand, we're probably gonna want to leave around noon."
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The girl nodded lightly, then moved to leave the room again. She smiled at him again, a softer, more fatigued smile that looked especially cute with the way her eyes lidded in weariness. She spoke, "Okay, then. See you in the morning, Kou-sa-ku~", and walked out.
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"See you..." he said at the empty space she had occupied. He undeniably felt a little warmer than he had a few moments ago. A quick glance at his mirror confirmed his very visible flush.
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Kousaku spent the next 15 minutes attempting to read, his thoughts wandering every few words or so. Eventually, he decided to turn out the lights and try to sleep.
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It took a while for Kousaku to fall asleep that night, the blond on his thoughts as his dreams took him. He remembered absolutely none of his book.
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# What She Deserves
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[ao3](https://archiveofourown.org/works/44676520)
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[1](1)
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[2](2)
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