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"Wind Chime"
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Feb 15, 2021 12:44:48 GMT -4
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Shinme’s brain did a record scratch when the chorus kicked in.
The horrible scream made him stop, and for a moment, he couldn’t do anything but stare ahead, mic clutched in his hand, wondering if he heard it right, wondering if it was humanly possible to make such a sound.
But after that?
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
He fell on the couch’s armrest, laughing.
The laugh burst out so suddenly from him that he was barely able to take a breath even, so while it was laugh at the start, it became a soundless trembling quickly. Yukio’s scream surprised him so much he couldn’t even try to pretend it was normal.
With the second set of RIRAITO, he turned his body against the backrest, head leaned back, the hysterical laugh aimed at the ceiling behind his arms that was leant across his eyes. He wasn’t sure how long he could take it, he could already feel his insides constricting and his chest hurting from the continued laugh and the breathlessness.
It felt like he was high. It made him so lightheaded as if he drank too much, as if he was drunk on the feelings, as if the air itself made him tipsy. Yukio even dared to ask if he was hanging out there, and Shinme was only able to shake his head, because it was impossible to talk while he was barely even able to breathe, not to mention sing. He wanted to try, really, to sing, but at this point, he didn’t even remember what came after the chorus, what he was supposed to sing, and the screen was a faded blotch behind the tears that welled up his eyes.
He couldn’t believe he was even pushed to stand, and although he followed, it was only an automated response, because he could still barely say anything. “Oh god noooooo” he took a breath, finally, and raised his mic to sing the chorus, but not even anticipating it could prepare him for the next set of assault on his ears and vocals.
After the first KESHITEEEEE, a high-pitched whine left Shinme, and with it, all strength left him, his legs went weak and he fell back on the couch, crouching forward on his knees, soundlessly shaking under the unbearable laugh. Leaning back again, he rolled from side to side as if possessed, because he couldn’t stop, someone make it stop it was too muAHAHAHAHAHA!
At this point, it was more of a rattle than anything else, his face hurt from the constant open mouthed smile, and his hands were clapping like a seal waiting to be fed. He was, honestly, out of it. And it was all Yukio’s fault, the bastard. The song came to a start, but Shinme’s ears were already ringing, so only Yukio’s words could reach him.
Was he alive? Was he alive?
There were no pillows around, so for a lack of better choice, he picked up his tote bag and hit it against Yukio’s shoulder a few times to empathize his words. “I hate you oh my god I hat---BWAHAHAHAH!” He leaned away and hugged the tote bag against him and buried his face in the textile to wipe his tears. “What the hell was this?” His voice was high, still hysterical, distorted from the smile and tears that still refused to leave his face. “I can’t breathe I hate you ohmygod.” He pressed out in once, because he was still short on air, and no other sound could leave him aside from whines and groans and giggles.
He had to close his eyes and press both palms against his face. It was so hot, he was certainly red as if he ran a marathon, and ugly, teared up and still giggly like he was tickled for half an hour as torment.
He kicked Yukio in the shin, or at least that’s where he aimed, but he couldn’t exactly see it. And then kicked again, for good measure.
“Oh my god.” No other sentences could be formed, seems even his brain ceased to function, which was not a surprise, considering his current air-intake was barely half of his usual.
It was all Yukio’s fault, he was the one to be blamed. Shinme’s chest hurt. And his stomach too. And his face. And his everything. Dang you, Yukio.
“Oh my god okay, okay, give me the” giggle “give me the tablet.” He stumbled forward, wiping his tears with his sleeves, and searching for a song fit for a continuation. “God, I’m a masochist, I want to hear you again. But not this song or I will die.” Breathlessly giggling still, a bit lightheaded, he searched the list until he found a suitable song, something that would similarly rouse Yukio to let loose and get possessed by a rockstar. He turned the tabled so Yukio could see the screen. Go!!! by Flow. Let’s see if they can become Fighting Dreamers.
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tags: Yukio Kami
notes: He ded!!!
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Post by Yukio Kami on Feb 17, 2021 15:41:03 GMT -4
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"]  [attr="class","reasonbig"]Kami Yukio [attr="class","reasonsmall"]featuring Kagaya Shinme
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The Wind Sings at Night [attr="class","reasonbod"] "Stop hitting me, I'm too tired to do anything about it", he said as he felt his chin getting kicked twice just after having the tote bag of the other boy thrown at him a few other times as well. He hadn't been able to say anything previous to that, his focus being entirely on trying to breathe and remain alive himself. Man, he didn't sing like that in awhile... if you could call that singing, anyways. Shinme surely wouldn't classify it as that, but hey, what type of singing could have made him laugh so much as that? Probably none, so that was a win in Yukio's book. A similar scene always played out when he went to the karaoke with the rest of his team, although with the variety of characters his squad had it was easy not being the one embarassing himself the most, even with that screaming ability.
Still sitting on the couch just like a slime slipping down little by little, he tried stretching out his right arm in the direction of the small table, hoping it would somehow gain rubber-like abilities like that one anime character and reach the tablet. That would be a cool Quirk. Thinking about it, he did touch the device before, so he could use his own Quirk... but he had never used Blue Motion in front of anyone, so despite this being certainly a do or die situation he still wouldn't use it. Thankfully Shinme took it upon himself to grab that distant holy grail and choose the next song himself.
He looked at the boy as he was choosing the song and still giggling from the previous situation.
"Go easy on me, please", he basically begged, wondering if he was more tired now or when he had than insane pace put on him by the Yukihisha team at Spring High. His arms were streched both ways on top of the back of the couch, his reach making it so that his right one was positioned a little bit behind Shinme's back. Looking now at the ceiling, his chest went up and down as his recomposed his heart beat and breathing. He side-eyed Shinme a bit while the boy still scrolled through the almost infinite catalogue the Black Cat had. His skin was shining fom the redness and slight sweat, something than just highlighted even more how soft it was. The long-hair was still tied but from all the movement and laughter some strands were left free and wild, just like Shinme himself. Even with all that he looked really pretty, no other word coming to mind. One time or the other, from a distance, people had probably mistaken him for a female as he had frame and complexity traditional associated with one. Despite having never dated anyone, Yukio still payed attention to such details.
Song chosen. Surely he took their own health and safety into consideration. Yes, surely.
Then the drums kicked in.
"Okay, yeah, you seriously have a death wish", he expressed for he knew exactly which song that was.
Go!! or, like most people know it, 'that music where they say Fighting Dreamers'. They were sticking by somewhat classics, it seemed. There was not much time to think though, as the lyrics started very quickly after the short intro so, by pure reaction and with the rockstar taking over his body once more, Yukio jolted up, grabbing the mic and...
"We are FIGHTING DREAMERS!"
He would then sing/rap the next words and, when the catch-phrase 'Fighting Dreamers' came up once more, he would put his own mic in front of Shinme - who would most likely still be sitting down at that point - and urge him to be the one singing that part, repeating this for the rest of that first chorus. Then, he would once again be the one singing the more fast parts of the song, hoping that Shinme could cover for him when a more, well, professional voice was required. But when the chorus hit once more it was obviously time to go down and Yukio hoped that Shinme would screamed and enjoyed himself as much as Yukio would, the same repeating itself for the next part of the song right before that sweet guitar solo bridge kicked in and, at which point, the exhaustion made Yukio drop once more in the couch - even if he would continue to sing after it in order to finish the song with Shinme.
Once the song was done and he had already dropped the mic somewhere on the couch, Yukio would make the same sign with his hands that a coach makes when calling a timeout. "No more, no more...", he would say in between breath, with sweat now also coming out of his skin, "I have to go run in a few hours, so... L-Let's just... Let's just talk for a bit, okay? Uhm...", he took a second or two to think of a question to avoid the possible suicidal temptation of Shinme to pick another song, "I don't know, you said you're going to a new school, right? Excited about it?", he ended up with the most throwaway question he could come up with, but anything to just not sing again for some time. [attr="class","reasontag"] Shinme Kagaya - 880 - a little pause, please? [googlefont=Fjalla One] [newclass=.reason]width:500px;background-color:#414141;padding:15px;border:1px #eee solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbg]background-color:#644c7f;padding:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbig]margin:-16px 0px 0px 115px;padding:0px 0px 0px 15px;font-size:30px;font-family:Fjalla One;text-align:left;color:#E6E6E6;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonsmall]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;line-height:12px;color:#E6E6E6;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbod]background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:justify;color:#555;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbod b]color:#644c7f;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasontag]background-color:#644c7f;padding:20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#E6E6E6;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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"Wind Chime"
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Feb 20, 2021 13:40:24 GMT -4
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It was a wonder Yukio was enduring his hits without retaliation, but one look at him made it obvious how little energy the boy had after the screaming session. Shinme thought he deserved that, because he almost suffocated from laughing, and it was all Yukio’s fault. Only a grin was the answer when he was asked to go easy on the volleyball player.
But either case, he was searching for the next song on the tablet with intent, and alas, he missed the stare of the other. It wasn’t even that odd, people stared at him all the time for one reason or another, so he usually ignored it either way. Right now, he was too absorbed in his search to notice Yukio, just like he was immersed in the song he first sang. He was out of breath from his laugh, still having a smile on his face, and he was aware how completely ugly he must have looked with all the sweat and messy hair. And they barely had two songs behind them yet. Shinme almost leaned his head absentmindedly on the backrest of the couch, and effectively on Yukio’s arm, but he found the song before he could complete the movement, and so straightened up in his seat instead.
He started the song and turned the tablet, but there was no need for that. Yukio recognized it by the first seconds, and Shinme’s smile turned mischievous at the threat given.
He cheered, and fist-bumped the air when Yukio took the reins and immediately jumped into the song. Shinme also cheerfully screamed “FIGHTING DREAMERS” when the catch first sounded, which also prompted Yukio to lean the mic to him the next time, and so, Shinme followed up.
“We are FIGHTING DREAMERS!” And he let Yukio have the quicker lines that only required talking instead of singing.
“Oli Oli Oli Oh-! Just go my way!” he would sing even without the mic, with a wide smile, professionalism be damned. Sometimes his words even turned to laughs, especially when Yukio got back to screaming so enthusiastically again. That wasn’t something Shinme could take with a straight face. He was just singing into the air, counting on Yukio to lean the mic to him when necessary, uncaring that there was the second one somewhere beside him on the couch. When Yukio dropped down from exhaustion another sing-songy part was coming up, so Shinme pulled up Yukio’s hand to sing into the mic while the other was holding it. For the last few lines, that were pure, unprofessional screaming, he leaned close so they could both reach the microphone. “Last rush, GO!”
“Right here Right now (Bang!)
Buppanase Like a dangan LINER!
Right here Right now (Burn!)
Buttakitteku ze Get the fire!
Right here Right now (Bang!)
Buppanase Like a dangan LINER!
Right here Right now (Burn!)
Buttakitteku ze Get the fire!”
With another cheer, similar to the one he started with, Shinme leaned back on the couch, laughing breathlessly.
This was way better than any kind of stress relieving exercise he could think of.
His breathing was coming much easier now than after his laughing fit, at least he was definitely better off than Yukio, who already asked for a timeout after two songs. “Hehehe, this isn’t the kind of exercise you are used to, huh?” On the other hand, Shinme can control his breathing easier during songs, so although he was a little bit panting still, the pain in his chest subsided. “But fine, talking it is,” he said, but still picked up the tablet to search songs for later. Maybe he will spare Yukio this time, and give him a concert instead, so he could catch his breath and rest. Running in a few hours after getting chest pains from lack of air didn’t seem fun.
Shinme pulled his knees up and laid them sideways on the couch, half-facing Yukio, letting his feet dangle in the air. He seemed all kind of cozy, as if he bundled up for a warm night at home, skin still sweaty, but eyes shining from content. He looked up at Yukio who was hard at breath, had his face decorated by beads of sweat, some stray bangs sticking to his forehead. The sight did all kind of things to Shinme’s stomach, so he redirected his attention back to the tablet, pretending the redness of his face was purely from singing. Yet again, he was aware of the warm presence beside him, and he latched into the conversation for distraction.
“Mhm,” he hummed in response to the question, “it’s a special school, so I am a bit more than excited. A little nervous maybe?” That was the first time he actually admitted that, he wasn’t sure why it slipped out. He casually leaned his chin against the backrest this time, a soft smile on his lips as he was getting more and more comfortable, as if he was sitting home, chatting with a friend. “I am starting U.A.’s hero course this April. So you can guess how that feels.” A little breathless laugh left him, but his chest already protested, so he kept his silent smile instead. “I choose it myself, but I couldn’t help but feel the expectations even though my family didn’t say anything like that to me.” He brushed a stray lock of hair behind an ear when it swayed into his eyes. “I just want to learn to help people, though I don’t know how well I will do. You know, being a hero and all. Dedicating myself to saving others. But I want to do it. See if I have it in me.” From under his eyelashes, he peered up at Yukio, gauging his reaction. Whether he will laugh at him or not. Almost daring him to say anything.
He lowered his eyes, smile soft.
“By the way, are your volleyball matches open for outside audience?” Not wanting to snag the conversation, he asked one of the questions that had been on his mind ever since Yukio told about the sport he was doing. “Since you have heard me sing, I would like to watch you play.” Admitting it would have made him blush if he wasn’t already a little flushed from before. “Though I know nearly nothing of volleyball, I might enjoy it as much as you enjoy singing.”
Still scrolling through the list, he wasn’t even seeing all the titles, he was paying more attention to Yukio even when he wasn’t looking at the boy. Getting comfortable and high on singing, he was hyperaware yet again, his skin was getting prickly. “Do you have some classic western titles?” He had something in mind that he might want to sing to Yukio while the other was resting, if they have it.
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tags: Yukio Kami
notes: Fighting Dreamers!!!
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Post by Yukio Kami on Feb 23, 2021 17:18:04 GMT -4
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbig"]Kami Yukio [attr="class","reasonsmall"]featuring Kagaya Shinme
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The Wind Sings at Night [attr="class","reasonbod"]Yes, it totally was not the type of exercise he usual did. A ten kilometer run in the cold morning? Sure. Doing suicide drills after practice? Why not. Playing two matches on the same day at a tournament? Just another day. But that? Yeah, obviously not - especially not at that hour, especially not at the end of his night shift.
"A special school?", he thought as he heard the words come out of Shinme's out.
It was an uncommon thing to say. Normally saying such a thing meant that it was either a school for teens with some sort of disability or a school for gifted kids and, well, Shinme did not give out the vibe of either scenario. He didn't leave Yukio to wonder though as he promptly clarified that he was joining U.A., the not-so-recent first ever school dedicated to those with Quirks that both wished and were good enough to be selected or scouted as potential future Heroes and whose job would be to protect Japan of the rising Villains that had come out of the woods in recent years.
"I'm going to classify you as normal out of respect to your grandparents, little kid. Do your part and when it shows up just hide it and don't tell anyone, people like you will only bring problems in the future and your mother doesn't deserve any of that, you hear?", the words he was given by the doctor years and years ago flashed on his mind for brief seconds, even if his face showed no such thing.
"I'm sure you'll do well", he was laid back in the couch as someone watching a movie at home would be, both of his hands now behind his head and his breathing under control, "If it's something you truly want then you'll find a way", he looked up at the ceiling as if he was looking at the sky itself, reminiscing past memories, "My mom was a painter and she used to tell me this story...", he let out a small laugh before continuing, "She sucked at it in university - her words, not mine. I think that literally everyone else in her class was technically better than her and it sometimes left her pretty bummed out, which is normal, I guess. So she made this promise with herself: 'if I ever stop smiling when I paint then I'll stop'. And no matter what was going on she always smiled while painting, not in a forced manner, but just naturally, it was what she enjoyed and what she truly wanted to do. She eventually got pretty good at it and made a living out of it, but I'm sure that if in that process she had stopped smiling then she'd never pick up a brush again. That all to say...", he looked at Shinme, "... if helping others is the reason for your smile then you'll be okay, expectations and all of that will not matter."
Once that part of the conversation ended, Shinme would ask about attending one of Tokyo Central's matches. He really was straightforward, wasn't it? He made a seemingly good point about Yukio having watched him sing so it would be a sort of fair trade but, well, Yukio was somewhat coerced into joining that karaoke session with the whole client-employee dynamic. But hey, they ended up having a good time so it was all good - after all, that was obviously the start of a good friendship.
"Hmmmm...", Yukio was now back to his crossed legs, straighten back position, "Like I said, we have the Newcomers Tournament in two weeks, but that isn't really a good first tournament to go to, you miss out on the pure excitement and nerves of other major competitions'', he continued, "Then next month will be the All Japan Junior Star Dream Match which I'll hopefully be invited to, but that's being held in Osaka this year so you might not be able to go. Other than that we have the Qualifiers for the Inter High and Nationals in June, so I'll definitely invite you to that.", he concluded.
When asked about the availability of western songs on the Black Cat's catalogue, Yukio would be quick to reply and act.
"Yeah, sure", he said, passing his hand through his hair in a movement that highlighted his athletic build before grabbing the tablet from Shinme's hands, accidently touching his fingers but not making anything out of of it, "You just click here and then here and there you go", he gave back the tablet, now showing all the western songs that the boy would be able to sing.
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"Wind Chime"
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Feb 25, 2021 7:16:56 GMT -4
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Warmth bloomed in his chest when nothing but encouraging words left Yukio’s mouth. Shinme was aware of his own personality, aware how others saw him, what they thought of him. He was flighty, eccentric, hyper. He wasn’t exactly fit to be a hero, wasn’t fit to be a hero student. But Yukio said none of that. He only said he will do well if he really wants to. It left him speechless long enough so he could hear out Yukio’s story about his mother. A mother who loved to paint, loved it deeply, and was able to develop due to that, was able to even sell her paintings due to that. Shinme could see Yukio loved his mother, from the way he talked about her, how soft his voice and face became.
As if answering, Shinme smiled, blissfully unaware of the fact Yukio’s loved one was not alive anymore.
“Thank you. I promise to do my best.” He raised three fingers to his forehead as if making a vow. “I guess I have a lot of reasons to smile, so... I will certainly go a long way, hm? Your mother sounds really wise. I hope her paintings are also making others happy.” From the way Yukio talked about her, Shinme couldn’t even guess she was not around anymore... And so, he was also talking as if she was still selling paintings, as if she was still there caring for Yukio, making him happy. Oh, he didn’t know how wrong he was. The only thing that could cue him in were the first words from Yukio: “my mom was a painter”. Was. But that didn’t quite register in Shinme’s mind.
She was a painter.
Was.
It will take time to sink in. Maybe he will only realize it once he goes home and thinks back of this karaoke night, when he recounts the conversations and the songs. He wasn’t able to dwell on it right now, as he himself changed the course of the conversation. He raised his head, his eyes almost sparkled as Yukio started to count the upcoming tournaments, especially when he mentioned he will invite Shinme to one for sure.
“You will?” His momentary happy disbelief poured out of him before he corrected his tone. “You will! But. But it’s in June, that’s so far away.” He pouted. “I won’t start school until April, so I am pretty free until then” he leaned forward. “And since I know nothing of volleyball, I don’t mind if it isn’t as exciting as a high-stake match.” He was trying to bring up as many reasons as he could think of while doing his best not to appear too desperate in the process. And probably failing miserably. He didn’t expect to be so excited about watching a volleyball match, but here he was. He wasn’t sure how Yukio would react to his words, whether his willingness would be received well or not, but it was obvious to anyone that Shinme really wanted to watch a match as soon as possible.
He was worried if he waited too long, the promise would be forgotten. That he would be forgotten. Ignored.
He focused, or at least tried to, on the list in his hand, but the movement at his side upon his question made him glance toward Yukio again. His eyes were locked on the hand that brushed trough spiky black hair, wandered to the arm where muscles constricted as it was raised. The hand moved toward him, fingers brushed and left his skin warm and prickly. His own hand hovered for a moment after the tablet was taken, then gently floated down to be raised again when Yukio handed the device back, now showing the list of western songs.
He took a deep breath, and smiled.
“Hm, not bad, not bad” he had to praise the collection. “This place seems so small, but apparently it has an infinite list of songs to choose from. Now I understand why it was recommended. Since when have you been working here? You don’t seem older than me, so I guess you haven’t been here for too long? A year maybe? Wait, that sounds kinda long...” He drifted off. Then looked up. “How old are you?” Because that seemed like an important information he had to be aware of. He waited for answers, careful not to interrupt if Yukio decided to talk.
As he turned back to scrolling down the list, Shinme’s eyes brightened when he found the one he wanted.
“How about I sing another one while you rest?” His smile was, yet again, a little bit mischievous for an entirely different reason than when he chose Go!!! as their next song. “Have you heard any Chinese songs before?” His gaze was curious and proud. He wanted to show off a little bit more while they still had some minutes of the hour he asked for. He turned the tablet so Yukio could also see his choice, pointing a finger at Gimme Gimme Gimme from ABBA, an old classic he recently learned a complete Chinese gig for. He mentioned Chinese songs, but still chose a European band for it, which must have been confusing. A strange choice, very much so, but one that also had a really happy and fun tune. He didn’t want to repeat the heavy undertones of the first song, so it was time for head-bobbing disco music and funky dance moves. But only if the conversation didn’t take a new turn.
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tags: Yukio Kami
notes: he likes encouragement!!!
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Post by Yukio Kami on Feb 28, 2021 15:07:05 GMT -4
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbig"]Kami Yukio [attr="class","reasonsmall"]featuring Kagaya Shinme
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The Wind Sings at Night [attr="class","reasonbod"]His mother's paintings had not made others happy in a long time, actually, most of them having not been seen by the country's art scene in years. When her illness got worse, so did the quality of her art; when it deteriorated even more, it got to a point where even holding a brush was barely possible. She did, however, paint one last work, one that was done in the morning of her death, as if she knew what was going to happen.
But that one was only for Yukio's eyes to see.
He simply smiled at Shinme's words, not letting anything else show - pointing out that 'actually, my mother is dead' was, obviously, a pretty bad mood-killer and one that the boy didn't really like going into if not necessary, so showing the genuine happiness about Shinme getting encouraged by his words would be enough.
"Oh, okay", he answered to the other teen insistence in going to one of Yukio's games sooner rather than later, "Sure, I'll get your number before you leave and tell you something about the games later", he concluded in a very concise manner and with no change in his normal voice.
This attitude that the long-haired boy showed got the volleyball player thinking though. Shinme was, by what Yukio could deduce, only half-japanese and he did say that he was in the middle of transferring schools… so had he just got to Japan recently, with the sole purpose of joining U.A.? If that was right, did he even have any friends in Tokyo? It would explain going to the Black Cat at that hour by himself, wanting to sing with Yukio and then showing the desire of going to his matches straight away. Was that the boy’s own way of trying to get close to someone? If so, there was no need of worrying so much:
Yukio wasn't going anywhere, if Shinme needed a friend then he had already found one.
"The Boss actually cares about this place a lot, just in his...", he paused, "... unique way", he added with a slight laugh, "Yeah, around one year, me and Keiko got hired at the same time when the place opened up. I'm sixteen, but turn seventeen in a few months. I, uhm, started school later than usual", he explained, choosing to not be truthful and say that he actually often took time off school in the past in order to be able to take care of his mother, "What about you?", it felt only natural to redirect the age question back.
Not looking at the chosen song, Yukio was curious - Shinme asked for western songs, but was now talking about chinese ones.
"Nope, but taking a seat back while you sing one for me sounds good", he said, changing his position once more to a more relaxed, laid-back one, "Go all out, friend!" he concluded, the last words chosen deliberately.
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"Wind Chime"
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Mar 2, 2021 14:58:38 GMT -4
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Surprisingly enough, Yukio agreed to invite Shinme for a game sooner, which the long-haired singer only reacted to with delay. For a short moment, he stared at Yukio, eyes wide, breath held back, but then he beamed with such a bright smile that even the Sun would get envious. “Okay!” He nodded, enthusiastically. “It’s a promise then!” He didn’t even react to the fact he will get Yukio’s phone number at the same time, as if that was only a side-effect of being invited to games, even thought that will certainly make him happier on the long run.
Although he just barely noticed, but definitely committed to memory how much Yukio indulged him that night. Not only did he agree to go and sing with him, he also kept him company, started and kept up with conversations, and now even such an outrageous request as being invited to a volleyball game was given consideration. Shinme was, honestly, silly with delight. Which might have been considered weird from a spoiled child. But even if his family was indulging him left and right, strangers usually weren’t, not unless he forced his way around. So Yukio’s willingness was honestly a warmth he didn’t expect, but welcomed. From the little he saw he already knew Yukio was a good person, a perfect person, and Shinme couldn’t even dare to hope this friendship was for the long-term.
He couldn’t even imagine who the Boss of this place could be. Usually, he saw an otaku or an overly pop-friendly middle-aged woman as the boss of these places in his mind’s eye, but that image couldn’t be farther away from what the owner of Black Cat was really like. Who knows if Shinme will ever learn. “Oh, then my hunch was right” he said when Yukio mentioned him and Keiko were working here for a year. He straightened up and shook the tablet a little, as if fidgeting, when Yukio talked about his age and how he started school later than his peers. “Weren’t you bullied for being older than your classmates? That was usually what happened in my school.” There were various reasons people would start school later than others, and Shinme learned that students usually didn’t understand any of those, didn’t think there could be a normal reason behind it other than needing to redo a year for failing classes. It was just another reason to start bullying someone, and that never sat right with him. He could only hope Yukio wasn’t one to be attacked over that. “I’m sixteen as well, we are the same age. I mean, almost, you are a few months older. I’m a November kid.” Which was quite some months away, and funny enough, whenever he tells this fact to any girl, they become horrified, utter something like “oh no, he is a scorpio” under their breath, as if that was a swear word, and walk away.
When he got the okay for the next song, Shinme rolled to his feet. “No need to tell me twice!” Laying the tablet in his lap for a moment, he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater to his elbows, then brushed his hands through his bangs to pull them back and out of his eyes, out of his forehead. He looked more like his own gender this way, more boyish. He tapped the tablet to start the song, then grabbed the mic and stood up.
The song started with an instrumental part, old-school electronic disco tune that gave Shinme a little time to prepare. “Woo-oh~ Wo-oh-oh-oh~” Then, the humming part was easy enough to replicate, and it was more than enough to prepare his vocal cords for the actual part of the song when the real lyrics started.
He was facing the screen with the original English lyrics first, but as soon as the song picked up, he turned around, pointing a finger at Yukio.
Why did this annoying breeze
Sweep you, sweep my feelings, they’re gone without a trace
Why did you follow the breeze
You didn’t say farewell, didn’t say take care, and didn’t even leave your name
With the rhythm of the song, he rocked his shoulders up in a sideway motion, as if he was already in the middle of a hundred years old disco floor. He couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face, upon the movement and the language he was using. He knew Yukio couldn’t understand any of it. He also knew that dancing and giving a show was completely unnecessary, but with each song, he became different, and right now, he was a funky, cheeky boy ready to show his audience what he got. Even if the audience was only one person this time.
I chase after the breeze
Calling at it to stop
Originally, he learned this gig with a Chinese cousin, and although they alternated in singing the lyrics, he learned her parts the same way she did his’. So now, he sang the whole of it as it was made for a single person, without missing a beat.
Hey breeze, hey breeze, gimme an explanation
Does she also cherish and miss this relation?
Hey breeze, hey breeze, don’t leave so hastily
Do me a favor, and ask for her name please
With the chorus coming on, Shinme changed his dance to side-steps and sways, not missing even one beat of the tune. For the instrumental part, he grinned and continued on with rhythmic tapping of his feet and bobbing of his knees. But when the lyrics continued, his grin turned into the smirk he started the song with.
Why did this annoying breeze
Sweep you, sweep my feelings, they’re gone without a trace
Why did you follow the breeze
You didn’t say farewell, didn’t say take care, and didn’t even leave your name
I chase after the breeze
Calling at it to stop
Hey breeze, hey breeze, gimme an explanation
Does she also cherish and miss this relation?
Hey breeze, hey breeze, don’t leave so hastily
Do me a favor, and ask for her name please
The chorus was repeated countless times with minor alterations, and Shinme was playing around with his voice, giving a bit more here, a bit less there, obviously getting a little tired toward the end, but keeping up with it still, and keeping up with the funky disco moves even. During all the long, high tunes he had to hit, he would raise his arm, pointing at the sky, going higher and higher and longer, as much as his vocal cords were able to. And then, after one short instrumental part where he yet again rocked his shoulders with a happy, open mouthed smile, short lyrics followed-
Please ask, please ask
Please ask, please ask
-with the proper dance moves, and then, just at the last drumbeat, he raised his hand to brush his bangs back again.
The song was done, and he was softly panting, more from the movements than from the song itself. He could only keep up the cool appearance for so long, and he let his bangs back down with a breathy laugh.
He bowed, partly to mask whatever embarrassment he had from going all out with a simple karaoke song. “And that’s how Chinese songs sound.” He plopped back down on the couch, leaning his head back, eyes closed. His hands, still clutching the mic loosely, were resting between his legs in his lap. “Ah, it’s been a while since I did this particular gig. It’s a funny one.” A laugh again, smile plastered on his face. This song relaxed him, oddly enough, and now he was content and calm. The itch he arrived to the Black Cat with, the desire to sing into a microphone slowly easing out. Still, he could do this until the morning, if he had the opportunity.
Eyes still closed, swallowing the embarrassment, he asked: “How was it?”
words: 1159
tags: Yukio Kami
notes: he is moooostly doing the same moves as in the vid ahahaha
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Post by Yukio Kami on Mar 10, 2021 14:49:42 GMT -4
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbig"]Kami Yukio [attr="class","reasonsmall"]featuring Kagaya Shinme
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The Wind Sings at Night [attr="class","reasonbod"]"No, not at all", he replied to Shinme's question about whether he had been bullied at school, omitting the fact that he had always been somewhat popular and that as a result what usually ended up happening was that his male classmates would become a little jealous from the attention he received from the opposite sex (especially since, according to these boys, Yukio should care much more about this than what he actually did).
He also took note that Shinme's birthday was in November, thinking that later he ought to know the exact date. Yukio wondered what type of present the extravagant boy would enjoy - something to figure out in the next few months they spend together, he said to himself.
When the other teen got up, pulling up his sleeves and arranging his hair, it looked just like he was about to walk into a stage and begin a great performance. Maybe that was exactly what he was doing. As he pressed the button on the tablet for the song to begin, Yukio chilled back on the couch, appreciating the opportunity to simply rest and enjoy the show.
However, he really wasn't ready for what was about to come.
He didn't recognize the song - a mixture of not enjoying foreign music and the original having come out years and years ago - but from the beginning it was clear to see that it had a very retro, disco vibe to it. Even having only known Shinme for about one hour, it was clear to see how he would enjoy such thing, how it suited him. The pointing, the dancing, the lyrics he couldn't understand for the life of him, everything was came just so naturally - both in movement and in the moment itself, as if they had done this night and night again just as long time friends would.
As Shinme bowed at the end of his performance, Yukio straighten his back and clapped like he would do if this had been a real concert.
"It was amazing", he replied while turning to Shinme, now sitting besides him, "Do you do this professionaly? Because you should", he said, realizing that he had asked earlier if the boy took singing classes, but never if he took them with the goal of later making this a career... or, at least, a side-gig to being a Hero.
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81 Posts
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16 Years
Male
"Wind Chime"
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U.A First Year
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Mar 12, 2021 12:08:10 GMT -4
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Singing, dancing, and being watched in such a small and confined space was a different feeling than standing out on a stage and performing in front of a big audience. It was a different kind of excitement, but it just urged Shinme on as he performed the Chinese remake of that retro disco song of the west. After bowing and receiving the applause, he rested back on the couch with satisfaction after a real concert. There was almost no difference to him.
He kept the microphone in his hands, lightly tapping it to the couch between his legs as he sat, turning his head to the side to look at Yukio. The other was urging him to speak, asking questions about his singing. He wasn’t sure if he should nod or shake his head as an answer, so he made a somewhat helpless little shrug. “Kinda. I mean. I have been to a bunch of auditions already, and I appeared on talent shows twice. I won a local one too!” He raised his head off the backrest. “It wasn’t a big one, and it only had people from nearby cities over, but still, I had a lot of fun, and I was proud of how well I did.” He grinned, not at all embarrassed about the self-praise. He brushed his bangs back as he yet again rested his nape against the backrest, closing his eyes with a soft sigh. “And I performed one song on a concert before a boy-group, but that was only one time in a small venue but that was fun too. The reflectors are so hot, they are actually horrible. I was all sweaty after just one minute standing there.” A laugh. “Didn’t discourage me though, I would go back and do it a hundred times over.”
One hand released the mic and was raised up toward the ceiling, as if trying to grab the Sun itself through the roof and the night. “At first I didn’t think much of it. I just liked to sing. But mom thought I could do something with it, and apparently, some agencies and artists agreed. And now, I want to keep singing to others, to save them not from villains but from the deepest feelings in their hearts.” His hand was gently lowered back into his lap. “But I still have a looooong way to go.” He grinned, looking toward Yukio yet again.
“Is it silly?” a pause. “It kinda is, isn’t it? But you probably noticed how much I enjoy it, and generally being all over the place, be the center of attention.” It was said with a smile, Shinme being perfectly aware of his bad traits. He didn’t seem troubled by this, though. “It is quite different than being part of a team and playing in unison with others, like in volleyball, hm. Not sure how well that would suit me, but you seem like a good team player. What role do you play in your team? Note that I know nothing of the sport, so please elaborate.”
Only after attentively listening to Yukio from start to finish would he turn away for a short moment. He remembered Yukio promising him something just before he started this last performance, and with his heart beating fast in his chest, he decided to take him up on it. He straightened himself in his seat, corrected his posture and fished around in his tote bag for a short while, pulling out his smartphone. It was a model from a year ago, the case it was held in had an elegant lotus pattern on the phone’s back. “You said you would give me your number.” He looked up. “Actually, um, you said you would get my number, but whatever.” He opened up his contacts list and tapped on the new contact button before handing his phone to Yukio. “If you would?”
words: 650
tags: Yukio Kami
notes: He is getting less fidgety
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Post by Yukio Kami on Mar 21, 2021 9:53:29 GMT -4
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbig"]Kami Yukio [attr="class","reasonsmall"]featuring Kagaya Shinme
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The Wind Sings at Night [attr="class","reasonbod"]He listened to all of Shinme's words very carefully, paying full attention even if, after the hours of work and now fun, the tiredness and sleepiness was starting to get to him. He had experience in singing and performing, as one could have guessed, a passion that came from within himself and that his mother encouraged - a voice to keep the darkness away. There was, however, always a slight hint of uncertainty and downplaying: kinda, wasn't a big one, small venue, apparently, and, finally, silly. If Yukio analyzed himself he'd most likely noticed that he often did the same thing, but he didn't like to hear that from the ones he considered a friend.
And Shinme now belonged to that group.
"It's not silly at all", he began saying, "Like I said earlier, if it's your dream then don't have doubts or anything of the sort, just go for it.", he finished with a soft smile.
When asked about his role on the team, Yukio raised his right hand to his chin, thinking on how to word it so that the one besides him could understand.
"I'm the setter of the team. It is the position that touches the ball most since it is the one that is responsible running the offense, passing it to the other players and communicating with them the most. I'm biased, but it totally is the best position", he looked down at the palm of his hands, "It's like the heart, you know? It pumps blood through the entire body and if it stops, well, then its over. Making sure that everything is going smoothly, that everyone is at their best, that the body keeps moving...", he looked up again, nodding at his own words as if aknowledging that they felt right, "Yeah, that's what the setter is."
When the phone was brought within his fingertips, he did not hesitate.
"Sure", he said, grabbing it and putting his number under Kami Yukio, "There", he gave it back, "Just text me something and I'll save the number", he finished, taking his own phone out of his pants pockets and revealing... an old, very used, small flip phone.
Once this process would be over, the door of the room would be open.
"Kami-san", it was Keiko, "I'm going off now, okay?"
In her civilian clothing, she looked even more pretty than before. Hair loose, round glasses on, puffy jacket and baggy pants, it was clear that she was very in tune with fashion - the career she wanted to pursue.
"Oh?", Yukio let out in surprise, immediately flipping open his phone to check out the hours, "Oh! Sorry, Keiko, I got distracted!"
"N-No, no, there's no need to...", she waved off her hands, but to no avail.
Yukio shot up, grabbing the sweater he had taken off when he and Shinme entered the room.
"Shinme, I'm sorry, we have to close. Just, uhm, wait for me a bit!"
And off he went, slightly running as if he was late for something. Now only Keiko and Shinme in the room, the girl was slightly blushed. She sighed.
"I apologize, I could hear you two were having fun when I was walking here", she slightly bowed, adjusting her hair behind her hear as she straighten up, "He always makes sure that he walks me home no matter the time or how many time I say he doesn't need to do it... He's always the same..."
Still talking, she began cleaning up a bit the room as they both waited.
"You got along well, didn't you?"
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81 Posts
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16 Years
Male
"Wind Chime"
Student-Rank Quirk:
U.A First Year
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Apr 1, 2021 13:42:08 GMT -4
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Yukio’s encouragement meant the world, and when he realized that, Shinme beamed a bright smile, despite being tired. That smile remained, although softened, when Yukio explained his role in the volleyball team. “The best” he had to agree, mostly for Yukio, as he knew little to nothing about the other positions in a group. Yukio talked with such pride it was hard not to share his mind on the matter. “The heart. It’s perfect for you.” He turned his head to look forward, toward the karaoke screen. Calm and steady. Quick to think, swift to react. Always moving. The heart of the group. Shinme found it mesmerizing, and the desire to watch Yukio actually play in this role was growing by the minute.
After getting the phone back, he went to his text app without a beat and sent a little kaomoji to Yukio.
(＾▽＾)
“And done.” He hit send, without even thinking about giving out his family name for the number to be saved under it, despite the name “Kami Yukio” appearing on his phone’s screen.
When the door opened, he looked back to see Keiko, kind and beautiful Keiko standing there in her casual clothes, ready to head home. Shinme watched the exchange between the two with round eyes, calculating something in his head as his gaze lingered on one, then on the other. He had no time to feel neglected as Yukio turned to him, calling his name without any honorific, and he automatically nodded. Of course he will wait. That wasn’t even a question.
He quickly scrambled to his feet and picked up the microphones, together with the tablet, to place them on their proper place on the table. When Keiko apologized and started to explain herself, Shinme’s eyes widened and he quickly bowed towards her. “No, no, please do not worry!” He straightened up. “I was the one holding up the two of you so late at night, so it was my fault. I didn’t even pay attention to how late it already was.” He couldn’t help but smile after she explained why she interrupted them, and why Yukio rushed out, and Shinme felt he could understand now. “No wonder. He is such a considerate person. I’m sure he would worry himself sick if you walked home alone.” It was such a ridiculously gentlemanly thing to do it touched his heart. When Keiko started to move around, Shinme put everything in his tote back and swung it on his shoulder, then tried to help out cleaning the place as much as he could. He wasn’t exactly sure where anything was, or how it was supposed to be. They left no trash around, and he already put the mics and tablet back to their place, so after that, he mostly just lingered.
“We did.” He nodded. “I think.” He added, because even though he felt as such, and Yukio seemed to also have fun, he learned long ago not to assume anything. “He was surprisingly lax about it even though he was roped into it against his will during his shift” he laughed. “I am sorry you were left alone. You could have joined us once you felt better. I hope you feel better now.” He still remembered how Keiko rushed away as if burned, and Shinme worried it would cause harm to her. Emotionally, rather than physically. “He is a horrible singer, but a wonderful company.”
After only an hour, it might be a rash statement to make, but Shinme seriously had a lot of fun in Yukio’s company. The boy was forever gentle, joking when it was proper and never ever giving hurtful remarks even when Shinme would admittedly deserve it all. Yukio had the ability to make him laugh and comfort him at the same time when the tiny, barely-there doubts of his future surfaced. He gauged his mood and immediately knew how to answer, as if Shinme was seen-through, the way to his heart wide open despite there being seven locks and all the keys thrown away.
It was horrifying, being known. It made his lungs quiver, but he pretended the ache was from singing too much, from giving himself over to the music. How could such a person even exist? Shinme never felt so attached to someone after a first meeting, and, knowing his own preferences, it was a tad bit scary. And knowing his luck, unfortunate, probably.
He picked his coat up from the hanger. “I still need to pay for the hour. Can we do that while waiting for him? You won’t lose time that way, the sooner you two can close up the better.”
words: 780
tags: Yukio Kami
notes: (＾▽＾)
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