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16 Years
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"Wind Chime"
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Feb 20, 2021 15:47:10 GMT -4
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Without the need to go to any classes, and the option to have days off of his old school, Shinme’s days were getting rather boring. There was only so much singing practice he could do for a week without damaging his vocal cords, and no auditions were in sight for the next two weeks. His dancing classes didn’t start either yet, so without those options it was inevitable to be bored.
Usually, he found a place to play his flute to pass some time, but one of the times he did that, he accidentally smacked someone in the face with a twig, so he opted out on doing that outside the music room for a time. At least until he had a better grasp on the sounds he makes with it. The music itself is pretty, there was no problem with that. However, paired with his quirk, he was just making himself an embarrassment.
So for the day, he just decided to roam. To figure out where everything was around the school. When he first arrived, they offered him a guide he immediately refused. He only asked to be shown where the main building and the dorms were, and said he will check out everything himself. He could see the disapproval on the teacher’s face, but Shinme was always better at learning by experience, and wondering around gave him the opportunity to meet with more people than by just taking a tour when barely anyone was around. He already knew where most of the things were, but he took his time seeing everything from the inside.
He walked past the main building wearing the school’s winter uniform, even though he was not yet visiting classes officially. He had a long and loose haori over his uniform, black in color with red rims and embroidered by gentle red feather patterns at the sleeves. Black hair was pulled up in his usual high ponytail by a red ribbon and a leather ornament, but his hair still reached well past his waist in soft strands. Overall, with this usual getup, despite being tall, Shinme looked feather light, like any breeze would be able to sweep him off his feet and fly him away. In a certain way, it was true. In another, there was no wind that would be able to knock him down against his will.
Eyes shining with curiosity, face lit up by a carefree smile, light skip to his steps, he was nearing his current goal: the gym. Although he wasn’t the kind of person to frequent the gym, he figured he will have to pick up the habit soon enough. It will be useful for both his hero studies and his plans to pick up dancing for his singing work. It would be useful either way, it would keep his body in check, keep him healthy. He wasn’t quite a fan of excessive sweating and work-out though, honestly.
He peeked into the room. The gym was huge with all the possible equipment anyone would need, things to work on muscles, endurance and stamina, a line of mirrors for fitness sessions and punching bags of various sizes in a corner for, well, punching. Without yet checking who else was inside the gym, who else he might bother with his presence, Shinme skipped toward the punching bags. Whistling once when he was close enough but still at a distance, he ordered a gust of wind to ram against one heavy bag, not with the full force he was capable of, but enough to rattle it where it hanged. Whether there was someone already punching that bag or not was an entirely different question. Whether someone saw a completely random guy fully clothed walk in here where most people were in gym clothes, or half-naked from working out, was another oddity Shinme ignored. He was mostly here to look around after all. Maybe to cause some havoc and annoy some people. In other words, to make friends.
words: 665
tags: Dajh Amare Zane Yun
notes: Fun time gym time!
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Feb 23, 2021 19:15:14 GMT -4
"Today your going to be productive...Today your going to be productive...Today your going to be productive!"
Amare chanted ot himself as he woke himself up out of sleep. He knew that the past few days or was it weeks he had lost count, he had nothing to show. No assignments done, no homework handed in. Not even modeling videos sent out. Looking down his sleeveless shirt to his loose shorts Amare's gaze would travel and dance along his waist and thighs, his legs then feet. Reaching the end post of his bed the young teen's eyes would land and lazily rest on camera he bought. It cost him a huge bit of his earnings from the restaurant but he believed at the time it was worth it. He remembered how much fun he had filming and editing and writing his scripts. He had actually fell asleep watching them last night how happy he was before. The light in his eyes just seemed to brighten and twinkle... That was until...
Shaking his head and rolling over allowing gravity to drop him to the ground Amare had to feel something. He knew the floor was there but his face didnt feel the fuzzy carpet nor the warmth coming from the school system that keeps the entire school toasty. Was he always this edgy? Slowly getting up, Amare hated how he was now. Its been a long six months since he and Colt split...so why was he still hung up on a boy who never actually liked him? Picking an outfit from his closet with a solid pair of shoes. Amare did his morning skin care routine and then left his dorm without a real purpose or goal.
The weather outside was nice but for some reason the young man felt better inside, indoors. Passing by the cafeteria he saw the bench where he met Hiromori and how poorly the two of them got along in the beginning. Like a budding older and young brother relationship, Hiro helped and supported Amare in his time of need. However Hiro could not ultimately be there for Amare in a way the young adult wanted...and at the time felt like he needed. Until this day he is still paying back the damages to the fellow students hotel room. Owned by Hiro's parents Amare stayed in a hotel room for a time and during then he received some bad news. Unable to contain himself he smashed and broke until Hiro had to step in and use his work endangering himself to calm Amare down. Other things happened after that resulting in the ending of their friendship. If you were to ask Hiro he'd explain it as "they were taking a break" but Amare knew that those words really meant...He'd already heard them before.
There were too memories in this place. Too many places that reminded him of his faults. Amare was a happy guy. Smiles and supportive advice for anyone who needed it. But deep down he was a mess, a building crumbling with nothing but bread supporting its beams. Chuckling to himself at the analogy, he knew only those who truly knew him would understand. Garlic bread was this young man's addiction. So much so that he has taken to stealing it from local vendors in town. Only the freshest, best, and home-made kind were his targets. Bad right? But at least he was not performing his thieving acts on unsuspecting grocery stores anymore.
Passing by the school's gym, Amare could not help but notice the ring where he had first met Desmoshi. That's what he should do, try and remember, try and go back to the times when he was happy. Heading into the gym and jumping into the changing rooms, Amare would come out in what he could only assume was someone else's basketball shorts and black sleeveless vest he usually wears under his clothes. Looking around for what he should start with first, he would of went to the mirror to stretch first. Eyes closed he wanted to focus on other things than how he looked. Then he would do what first came naturally.
The punching bag. Punching away, Amare would let the rhythm of his fists hitting the bag take and hold his attention.
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"Wind Chime"
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Feb 26, 2021 5:22:19 GMT -4
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By the time the punching bag’s rattle stopped, Shinme was standing near it, fingers laced together behind his back. He whistled again, a strong breeze rattling the bag a second time. He wasn’t exactly aware of his surroundings when he walked in, beelining past the different work-out equipment to something he could use without changing clothes and working up a sweat. He only swirled around to really observe the place once the second rattle stopped. His thoughts were rushing from one place to another, thinking about his enrollment, his first day at the dorm and the night he spent at the karaoke where he met Yukio. He smiled, pulling his long hair to his front, then immediately flicking it back to straighten his ponytail.
He reeled his thoughts in, trying not to think about breathlessness and singing his heart out when he was in the middle of the school gym, or he would have to run out and fiddle with his phone to call someone he shouldn’t to calm down. He was here, so he shouldn’t exit without doing something. That would just defeat the purpose, no matter how much he actually wanted to make that phone call...
Deep dark eyes scanned the place, and was drawn to the side by the sounds of warm-up and punches. A boy, shorter but not necessarily younger than him was going at the punching bag, legs and arms bare in the shorts and vest he was wearing. Shinme tried his best not to get distracted by staring, but the movements were mesmerizing enough to draw his attention. He skipped to the side, sneaking a little bit closer to the boy who either had some pent up aggression to unleash, or was particularly angry at that one punching bag... Either case, the other seemed distracted enough not to notice the long haired new student wearing the haori.
As Shinme got closer, he raised both his hands in front of his mouth as a short of filter, and deepened his voice as if he was talking into a microphone.
“The match started, ladies and gentlemen, and our new champion is already rushing in, raining punches upon punches on the opponent. What grace! What power! The opponent isn’t able to hold out against such an attack. I can already see this will be a win for our young champion!”
His “commentator voice” wet on and on about a nonexistent match. Without much knowledge about boxing, he couldn’t quite make the comments interesting, but he made it up for that with enthusiasm and thrill in his voice. In case the person stopped his attacks on the punching bag and looked at him, Shinme would fall silent and wave at him with a bright smile. “Hi.” He would say, as if it was the most natural meeting in the world. And even if he was ignored, he would keep talking. That was what he usually did, after all. “No need to stop for me, I will just watch you and your movements to learn from you. Absorb your experience. Like a sponge. A very silent sponge.” He crouched down, leaned his elbows on his knees and propped up his chin in his right hand. His haori flowed around him like a cape, hiding the whole of his frame in this position. Looking up, at the boy, it was indeed apparent he intended to watch unless a conversation was about to start. “Do you come often to punch away at things? You look like you do. Come here often, I mean. And punch away at things too, now that I think about it. No offence meant at that, just a hunch.”
It didn’t seem like he was about to shut up and watch in silence though.
words: 627
tags: Dajh Amare Zane Yun
notes: Hi!
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Mar 4, 2021 15:39:08 GMT -4
"F**king Colt for leaving me!" Punch! punch! "Damn Zombie-sensei for leaving me!" Jab! Jab! "Stupid Desmoshi and Jack for graduating" Gut Punch! Kidney Punch! Left foot pivot left jab fake out right punch! As he thought about all the people he felt left him on purpose and with all types and kinds of malicious intent, Amare let out his anger onto and all over the punching bag. Better the punching bag than a wall in his dorm, better the UA sanctioned equipment than some civilian out there. Because of how his quirk worked Amare had to hold back against the quirkless as the maximum amount of force anyone his age(or any untrained adult for that matter) could release would be sent back at them in addition to the strength the young hero in training could muster at the given time.
Due to the amount of focus he put on his "friends" these past few months Amare's marks have fallen considerably. With the decline in his academic excellence all contact with his parents back home have been dodged and avoided so as to not have to be confronted with the reasons why. A remarkable skill he has picked up and has been polishing since then is the reflex to lie. To his parents, to civilians, and even to teachers. None have been spared the wrath of the young boys silver tongue as he avoids responsibilities as well as he avoids punches. The chain attached to the swinging bag sang its own song to the beat of Amare hitting the bag allowing the aspiring boxer a moments day dream.
He was in a car driving. Sunglasses on no one else in on the highway. Blurred images of a radio and music playing mixed with the muffled sound of someone beside him. He did not turn his head to see who it was, because whoever it was he felt comfortable and secure enough to bring them along. A safe ride. A calm ride. A judgement free ride as they drove on the road towards the end, towards the cliff...
and our new champion is already rushing in, raining punches upon punches on the opponent. What grace! What power! The opponent isn’t able to hold out against such an attack. I can already see this will be a win for our young champion!”
It was the words of someone that brought him back the light and all too familiar stinging of tears in his eyes demanded he hide his face from the stranger behind one of his gloves as he stopped the punching bag from swinging by leaning against it, his head down. "You really gonna let them see you like this." The voice in his head whispered as Amare quickly sniffed away those stupid drops of "watered feelings".
"I was going to take a quick break anyway, so you basically came at the perfect time." Blinking a few times to make sure the tears were actually gone, the white haired boy would reveal his face to the stranger in all of its smiling glory.
"I used to. But y'know how school work goes. This is the first time in a while that I've been able to swing by though. I don't think I've seen you around though. Are you new? My names Dajh but my friends call me Amare."
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81 Posts
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16 Years
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"Wind Chime"
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Mar 6, 2021 3:59:17 GMT -4
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The flurry of movements was mesmerizing to see, and although Shinme had known nothing of boxing, even he saw how well-executed the punches were for a boy his age. Estimated age, anyway. What he was, however, very experienced to pick up on, were to feelings behind those punches. Fragments of what lies beneath the surface of a smiling mask and a carefree attitude was something he was quite attuned to, would notice even if he wasn’t one to repel angst with puppy dog eyes and cheer. Shinme could see when emotions were getting too overwhelming. He was a singer for a reason, after all.
He watched the boy lean against the punching bag as if to steady it after all those punches. But there was something jerk-y in there, a movement of his shoulders that made him pay extra attention as he crouched beside. Dark eyes bore onto that face when it emerged from hiding, sweaty but smiling after a workout. Shinme decided to give him the out, but not because he wasn’t one to poke his nose into the problems of a stranger. It was because he had more common sense than a potato, despite appearances.
His smile was beaming as he stayed crouching, keeping his chin leaned against his palm. “You did seem to work up quite a sweat. A break is in order, but you will have to let me watch when you continue. I rarely get the chance to watch someone up close.” His eyes roamed the boy up and down endearingly once, already anticipating the time he continued with his practice.
Such tanned skin and white hair was uncommon even among the quirkers here in Japan, and so far, Shinme only met another student with white hair, so this guy seemed about as otherworldly as the other despite not having horns and a tail like Lewis. He was mesmerizing in a whole different way, but then again, maybe it was just Shinme’s preferences surfacing in his chest.
“Oh, you were too busy to come here, then? Lucky I have decided to check out the gym right now.” A grin. “Yep, new as a foal. Arrived aboooooooout a month ago? Less, actually. But I am only starting school in April, so I am not really a student yet. I’m in that weird limbo where I haven’t started classes here, but I don’t really have to attend my previous school either.” It might be a weird thing to say, but considering Shinme already completed all his exams earlier than his classmates in his previous school before coming here and settling in the dorms, it was understandable. “Amare.” He said, with a smile. “Amare, Amare.” He repeated for good measure, because getting the name with the “friend privilege” meant that there was a potential new friendship budding in here. “It’s a nice name, I like it. You can call me Shinme, nice to meet you.” He stayed crouching down, because it was quite comfortable looking up at Amare from this distance.
“Dajh. What kinda name is Dajh?” There was pure curiosity in the question. He tried to pronounce the name as best as he could. “You are obviously not Japanese, because, duh, no one in Japan looks like that.” Black bangs fell into his eyes as he tilted his head, but he didn’t seem bothered by it. “Have you been in this school for long? I haven’t met that many older students here, but probably because, as you have said, you all are busy. Whenever I am out, the others seem to be in classes, or practicing at some secret locations where I can’t reach without a teacher.” He pouted, as if the mere thought was making him annoyed. “You are maybe the third student I met here that isn’t new like me. Oh!” He straightened his back while crouching, keeping his balance. “Do you want a drink? You look like you need it. Lemme get you some.” If there was no opposition, he would stand and head toward the nearest vending machine in the building. The gym had to have a vending machine somewhere inside; it was a gym after all.
words: 694
tags: Dajh Amare Zane Yun
notes: Amareamareamareamare
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Mar 12, 2021 12:34:52 GMT -4
The black haired boys questions came in a flurry faster than Amare was used to. It had been a while since he had a conversation with someone longer than simple greetings so the interest the soon-to-be student showed in Amare's current standings was a bit off putting, the awkwardness showing itself on the young boy's face. Nodding in agreement as Shinme introduced himself while simultaneously catching himself up to how Amare explained he had been spending his free time the future star boxer would start to take off the gym sanctioned boxing gloves as he prepared to take that break he mentioned earlier. While he listened Amare took the time to look at his conversation partner and really take in the features of his fellow teenager. Slender and soft it was similar to the kinds of features Amare noticed was native to Japan although there was a bit of flavor in it. Something he could not put his finger on but it was clear to him that Shinme was not fully Japanese though nobody Amare has met actually was. Due to the diversity the school offered and acted on there were so many different people from different walks of life that finding a native born Japanese student would probably be harder than most would think despite the school being smack in the middle of the country's capital.
"I'm not sure though it is only part of my name. I've got alot ahahaha. My parents said its a family name from my mothers side, but whenever I search it the only thing that pops up is a character from a video game..."
Amare would say sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head blushing slightly. The emphasis that Shinme had in the last part of his statement caught Amare's attention as his mind shifted to the talks his father gave him about how "different" things would be during his stay in Japan. His father pointed out that chances are the thing that would stand out most about Amare amongst the Japanese would not be his personality, but his skin. The young teen was warned that people may act negatively physically or verbally towards this difference and to be wary. Most would do this to provoke a reaction and Amare would have to be smart enough not to give those types of people what they wanted.
Was this one of those situations?
During his mental review Amare must of blanked out on the conversation as when he started paying attention again Shinme was walking away from him and towards one of the vending machines close to the exit of the gym. Was he thirsty? Regardless Amare felt as though he should follow the boy if not to make up for blanking out on whatever was being said, then to figure out if Shinme was the type of guy that the dark skinned teen's father had warned him about. But that could not of been what just happened right?
Racking his brain to try and remember what he missed out on as he trailed behind the boy, Amare would quickly be able to glean tiny bits and pieces from what was said. Tossing his shirt length-ways around his neck and holding both ends with his hands like a kid would hold the straps of their backpack Amare would wonder if the sweat he worked up would mean he would need a shower before continuing to hang out with Shinme.
"Ahaha they're not all that secret to be honest. I could show you some places if you'd like. I'd just have to stop off at the dorms real quick to change."
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81 Posts
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16 Years
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"Wind Chime"
Student-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Mar 15, 2021 14:50:19 GMT -4
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“Oh, so Dajh is a family name, then Amare is your given name?” He wasn’t exactly sure how Amare’s name was, especially since the boy mentioned he had a lot – how was that possible anyway? – so he could only guess. In a way, Chinese people had weird naming conventions, and Shinme himself had a whole different name to use with that part of his family, so really, he shouldn’t even be surprised. “Wait, does that mean you are actually a video game character?” He looked the boy up and down again, as if trying to figure out if that was true or not, but obviously joking.
It wasn’t hard to notice Amare was zoning out on Shinme. It tended to happen more often than not, although not right at the start of a conversation. Shinme was usually able to keep up with one-sided conversations anyway, but above all, he liked to ask questions and satisfy his curiosity by prompting his partners to talk more. However, there was something else behind the current quietness, and Shinme could only guess that was prompted by something he said. That, also, happened more often than not. So he bound over to the nearest vending machine in an attempt to change the conversation and possibly lift Amare’s spirit further, to make sure his good-will was showing. After he made sure the other followed him, he turned to the machine to check what it could offer, and found its variety satisfying.
“Hmmmmm, you know what? Sure!” He beamed at the boy when a tour was offered. “Honestly, I kinda explored the school grounds already, but I’m up for an official tour. But first,” he pointed to the machine and the various drinks inside, “soft drink or soda? Which one do you prefer? I will get you one. I insist!” Seemed like there was no way out of that, as Shinme was resolute to have his feet planted there until Amare would tell him what kinda drink he wanted. In the meantime, Shinme picked out an orange juice for himself, and would then buy whatever Amare wanted. If he wouldn’t pick anything, Shinme would have to double up on the orange juice and force it on him if needed, but that was a last resort. He would stare and pout and give all the best puppy-eyes he could until Amare admitted his choice.
Accepting the tour was somewhat redundant, but since it was offered, he figured it was best to go along. On one hand, it would give this boy something to do, as Amare seemed to zone out easily so far. On the other hand, Shinme would be able to keep up a conversation even if it was strictly about school. Amare seemed to have something on his mind, and Shinme interrupted whatever he used the punching bag for, so it was his responsibility to make the most of this meeting. Taking a swing from his drink and then licking his lips, he pointed towards the dorms.
“Mkay, to your room then.” Having sweaty clothes, or, well, no shirt to wear, could be somewhat troublesome, Shinme had to admit. But still, he couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the sweaty Amare next to him. His glances weren’t even that sneaky either way. When they walked, Shinme would occasionally skip, and hum a random tune to himself to fill in the occasional silence with a pleasant voice. “So, have you been in this school for long?” He repeated the question he asked before once, as it was one he didn’t get an answer for. Whether it was ignored on purpose or not, would become obvious now.
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tags: Dajh Amare Zane Yun
notes: Bringing him back to the room already?
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Mar 15, 2021 19:07:09 GMT -4
(just playing with fonts dont mind the next few posts visuals) Whether it was at his insistence or an effect resulted from the skillfully produced puppy-dog eyes used by the teen, Amare had no choice but to choose a drink for the boy to buy for him. However he would go off menu and instead ask for something that was not exactly offered and bought often, despite the vending machine being in the gym. "I'll just take a sparkling water instead...yknow gotta replenish the liquids. It may not look it but I'm sweating buckets over here ahaha!" With Shinme being that much taller than him, Amare would of had to inch his way past the boy in order to reach the buttons. Instead he would motion for with his chin and head, using a jerking nodding motion to signal that a bottled water option was available in the vending machine. Beads of sweat would of gathered around in Amare's hair trickling and sliding down the young teens face and cheeks. They would continue their journey down his face and towards his neck before collecting along the rim and shoulder straps of his vest. Despite his thoughts earlier Amare listened to the tone in the young boy's voice as it quickly erased any thoughts about him being negative. Shinme was probably just being curious. His constant barrage of questions clearly spoke to that and Amare was happy he did not take things more seriously because it would of lead to an honest confession from Shinme and the dark-skinned teen feeling like a complete ass for treating this friendly stranger rudely and with so much attitude. As soon as Amare would receive the water from Shinme, the young teen would immediately place the cold water bottle against his forehead. These types of vending machines held their drinks in a refrigerated container allowing purchases to be held at their best temperatures for customers to consume. The water against his head was relaxing to say the least, if he was on his own he would go back to the dorms and lay on his bed just like this before going to "his spot" to plan another heist for that night. Maybe Shinme would want to participate? He did not strike Amare as someone who would be interested in that sort of thing but Amare also knew that he should not judge a book by its cover. It is because of those types of beliefs, he believes that he has often gotten away with majority of the things he has done thus far. "Alright then upwards and onwards then!"He would say taking the lead as he held out the water bottle like a flag guiding Shinme behind him. Amare would only have the lead for a few seconds however, as his new friend while humming a tune would skip along quickly catching up and matching Amare's pace. "Not too long, I'm just a first year. Though it seems like I'll be a second year soon enough with graduation right around the corner. Do you know which class you'll be in? I'm in class 1-B though with the recent changes I wouldn't suggest being in that homeroom, since there isn't a consistent teacher there." It would not take them long to traverse the hallways and corridors. Passing the other students and sometimes the occasional teacher, Amare would take the most "scenic" route towards the dorms. Instead of going for the elevator the juvenile would head for the main stairs and lead Shinme up to the dorms. Usually this area would be off-limits to the visitors and other non-student people who would show up at the school. each floor was specific to the students that lived on them with Amare's own dorm being on the 3rd floor of the 1st years wing of the building. A bit further down the hall and Amare would stop at his dorm patiently answering any questions Shinme has to the best of his ability. Once inside the first thing that Shinme would experience would be the smell. A strong mix of air freshener, spray on deodorant and body odor. Hats and different styles of sunglasses would cover a shelving unit placed and leaned against the computer desk. Organized and color coded folders lay against the floor right beside the computer desk. Small symbols acting as stickers rest all over the computer desk, screen and wall. A small table covered in textbooks and magazines, some open others closed, while if inspected closer all of them would have folded pages. Sticky notes would cover the computer screen as well with reminders like "Dont forget to eat" and "Outside is better than Inside", Amare would drop his vest in a hamper close to the closet before tossing the water bottle onto the well made bed. It was a weird feeling because aside from the strange mingling of smells, there were both messy and organized areas of the room. Whatever that meant would be up to Shinme to determine. "Have a seat anywhere I'm gonna jump into the shower, I reek ahaha." Amare would say grabbing a towel other items and heading towards the bathroom. The room would have nothing mysterious with most things being out in the open. Upon closer inspection Shinme would find a a gaming console closer to the computer, two waste baskets one with a suspicious amount of tissues in it, empty snack wrappers under the table and along the windowsill. At least the window was able to be opened... |
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81 Posts
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16 Years
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"Wind Chime"
Student-Rank Quirk:
U.A First Year
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Mar 17, 2021 14:58:09 GMT -4
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“Sure sure, got it.” As asked, he got Amare that sparkling water, handing the bottle to him right away. “No wonder you are sweaty, you really went ham on that punching bag there.” He inclined his head toward the inner part of the gym but didn’t comment anything else on it. Excessive sweating was why Shinme never really went to the gym, but he was slowly easing up to the idea. He will have to be a regular here if he wants to succeed in the hero course.
“Oh, a first year, huh?” He hummed, falling in line next to Amare when the boy continued the conversation. “According to my papers, I will be part of 2-A when the new school year starts. That means we will be in the same year, but different classes.” He drank the last of his orange juice and laced his hands together behind his back. “Is the spot of class B’s homeroom teacher cursed or something? Wouldn’t even be that odd in a school for superpowered people.” He tried to fill in the silence while they were walking, not because he felt it would get awkward, but simply because he disliked complete quietness. If neither of them were talking, he would keep humming, but soon enough, they reached the dorms, Shinme following Amare through the building to his room. He actually didn’t start asking his usual amount of question, but considering he was promised a tour, he figured he still had the time for them. Overall, he just wanted to try and figure out Amare’s nature, whether what Shinme saw in him within the gym had any reason behind it, or the boy was just stressed.
As they stepped into the room, the mixed smell was the first thing to be noticed, but it wasn’t anything Shinme would reel back from. But he always preferred fresh air, being the wind itself, so rather than disgusted, the smell made him worry. “Mkay, take your time!” He replied as he plopped down on the edge of the well-made bed, and watched Amare disappear into the bathroom. The room was a strange mix of messy and orderly, it made people wonder if its occupant was organized or not. Shinme decided that Amare must be a neat person. The folders he saw next to the desk were ordered, and their existence already showed Amare liked to have a certain cleanliness to things. A kind of controlled chaos was what Shinme saw, something a genius would have around oneself, where everything had its designated place, even if no one else was sure where it was. The room had a personality, showed Amare was able to take certain things seriously, was probably training his body regularly, or otherwise doing sports.
Shinme leaned back on his arms, hands laid on the bed behind him. The room was, no matter how he looked at it, completely non-Japanese. Which was normal, considering Amsare was also completely non-Japanese. Even while alone, Shinme’s feet were tapping on the floor to a rhythm only he could hear, never able to stop. He stood up, and threw his empty orange juice bottle into the waste basket, walking over to the desk to peek at its contents, at the sunglasses, at the caps, at the stickers. His eyes halted over at the sticky notes plastered to the monitor’s edge. His eyes roamed the instructions given to someone who was not taking good care of themselves, and often forgets their own needs. Shinme stared for an oddly long moment at those, and in a sense, the orderly chaos, and maybe even the uneasiness he felt made sense. Those sticky notes might have given him more hints than the whole room altogether.
Suddenly feeling the need for some fresh air, he walked over to the window and opened it up, the lock easing out under his touch. He opened it wide, and then turned his back to it, leaning against the window sill to look around the room once again with the air behind him as a solid and calming presence. Glancing at the waste basket full of tissues, he at least was happy to admit this boy was, in a certain way, pretty healthy. He couldn’t help but smirk at that, and then a tune slowly flowed through in his mind, prodding to get out into the open.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and started to sing.
Working hard throughout days and nights
Only for a window
When you lose your way
You will be able to see that light.
It was a song about foreigners, about feeling alone outside your comfort zone, about keeping the good memories close to your heart.
Unconsciously turning the foreign land into your hometown
Only sometimes, when you are feeling down
You’ll unintentionally look into the distance.
Secretly hiding the accent you had in the past
The promises you can’t speak of,
Always keeping them within your heart.
Shinme’s singing voice rang deeper, smoother than when he was talking, and so the wind resonated with it, carrying through in accordance to his wishes to freshen the air of the room without rumpling anything in the orderly chaos. A gentle, controlled breeze to rush into Amare’s space.
There are many times when my tears are about to fall
That window was the reason that kept me strong
That little doorway
And her gentleness
Gave me warmth and accompanied me.
Although the original song was Chinese, Shinme intentionally sang it in Japanese to make it understandable, but even in a foreign language, the meaning would be clear from the way he gave his emotions to his voice, the way his pitch rose in the more emotional parts of the chorus. He stood there, leaning against the open window, the breeze rustling his hair and black haori around him, as if held in an embrace. He would keep singing until Amare was done with his shower, and maybe even continue when the other came back into the room, until the last chorus was finished.
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Mar 23, 2021 18:58:54 GMT -4
"Ahaha cursed?! Maybe probably man I wouldn't put it past us considering the bad luck the school has had these past few months."
Was the last thing Shinme would of heard as Amare stepped into the bathroom. Immediately he would start to run the water, a hand finding its way through his hair as he started to undress. The familiar sound of running water brought him to the times when he would lay there in the tub waiting for something to happen. Was he always so reactive in life? Just waiting for the next thing to spark his interest for him to make a move? Where was his initiative? Where was the old Amare that took life by the horns and did things because he wanted to? A sideways glance at the mirror before he went in gave Amare a peek at his naked body. Where there used to be muscles was now just tightly fit skin...Everything about him was changing...and he did not like it. After a few flexing poses he would step in, washing himself thoroughly before coming out wrapping a towel around himself and opening the door.
Dripping wet and wrapped in a towel Amare would greet Shinme with a smile as the dark skinned teen would probably catch the last verse or few words of the song Shinme was singing. The breeze caused Amare's body to react healthily causing the young man to stride over to close the window. "A bit chilly if you know what I mean. You don't mind do you?" He would say reaching over and past the fellow student probably getting a few drops of water on the boys black haori as Amare would shut the window firmly. Turning around to his favorite piece of chaos Amare would immediately get to work, trying to find an outfit to wear to show Shinme around. Usually air drying his hair was a big no for Amare's self care routine but this time was a special case due to having a guest and needing to move quickly. The necessary attention he would normally give himself would have to wait until later, tonight maybe.
"Alright so the places I'm gonna show you are like mostly lock and key type stuff. I'm not the most uhh... outstanding student so if anyone sees you with me they're going to automatically think we're up to no good. Just play things cool and we'll get in and out without anyone noticing."
Amare would explain the game plan as he looked and found shirts, pants and boxers. Although he was a bit gungho with the situation, he would move shyly when it came to finding and grabbing his boxers, even going as far as to hide the place he keeps them from Shinme's view with his body. The last thing Amare wanted was a conversation about the size, type, and colour of boxers he wore...Though would it not of been better to have Shinme wait outside? Clearly somewhere Amare enjoyed the idea of having another boy in his room after such a long time alone. Why else such a lavish display?
Amare would once gathering his materials, head to the bathroom and kick it closed. Unfortunately(fortunately) the kick was not as strong as he thought leaving juuuuuuust enough of it open. Dropping the towel and getting changed Amare would pat on some light cologne that he kept in his bathroom and put on the rest of his hygiene necessary items. Coming out smelling and looking refreshed he would grab his camera and clap his hands together.
"Alright ready to go? First stop the club rooms." |
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