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“College: a place where people say that they’re going to learn but really, they’re just trying to get out of their parents’ house, get a little stupidly intoxicated from time to time, and live in a place where they won’t be judged for strolling up to their 11 AM class in their pajamas. Where the boys brag about dicks they don’t have and girls go from meek little mice to playboy bunnies for Halloween. Oh, it’s just magical if the sheer amount of man-smell in the dorms doesn’t knock you out upon entry.”
“Wow,” Arashi hummed, following in after Izumi into his new dorm room for the year, carrying one of the many move-in boxes that had been stashed away in their car, “You really should be a campus tour guide, Izumi-chan.”
“And deal with overprotective parents who are still trying to deceive themselves that their kids aren’t going to have sex in the buildings they’re walking through? Yeah, ri—”
“Okay, okay, I get it!” A light laugh left the other, perfectly manicured hand fixing blonde hair – for all that Izumi had complained about the lack of hot guys in the dorm so far, Arashi was willing to bet that the other was just jaded. To freshmen like Arashi who had been told that there were plenty of fish in the sea, the campus had been full of plenty of catches. Like the purple-haired hottie spotted in the orientation line –
“I don’t really think you do,” Izumi hummed plainly in response, setting about his task of clearing out the items that they’d been moving in from his car. “But that’s fine, you’ll make your own mistakes.”
“And I can’t wait to hear some of yours!”
“Obviously I don’t make mistakes?”
“So denial isn’t just a river in Egypt,” Arashi tittered, laughing lightly before moving to assist in the unpacking. The morning had been spent moving the freshmen in, but now that Arashi’s room was now perfectly queenly, lavish pillows and silken sheets at all, it was a matter of course to help out the upperclassman who had so lovingly been the one to drive him up from their hometown.
(They’d stopped by a department store before they came to campus and Arashi had tried to help? But listen, someone who would slap adorably elegant pink shower curtains away simply couldn’t be helped. Izumi Sena could suffer in his plain white shower curtains for all Arashi cared!
But they did get one bath bomb each, because they weren’t savages.)
Already looking back on it, their hometown felt so far away. Sure, the drive wasn’t that long – well, long enough to go through at least 3 Beyoncé albums – but it was still the furthest Arashi would be away from home for an extended amount of time.
But there were little things that made it livable.
Like Izumi already having a year under his belt at this college, actually offering little bits of advice (“The Starbucks by the Architecture building is always crowded, go to the one by the Math building because I guess nerds think they’re too superior for coffee?”) between his bitching. Like the aforementioned beautiful purple-haired god that Arashi had already made a primary flirting candidate and if the idea of seeing him again managed to provide a prime motivator for swift unpacking, could Arashi really be blamed? Like –
Like realizing that Izumi was soft-hearted enough to have a framed photo of their high school crowd.
Violet eyes scanned over the picture, pinpointing it as one that had been taken right after the previous year’s graduation, when spirits were soaring and the corners of everyone’s eyes were tinged with tears.
Leo and Izumi proudly wore their gowns and caps (Leo’s was decorated with bright scribbles of music staffs, which mysteriously multiplied in number between the before and after of the graduation ceremony, and Izumi’s an elegantly scripted Bye Felicia because he always had to be classy yet sassy) arms around each other’s shoulders, surrounded by the rest of them as they’d ran in to get part of the picture. Tsukasa had only been a second year then but he’d been determined to get a ticket to graduation, his face lit up with pride over the accomplishment of his seniors. Arashi had worn waterproof mascara that day, just in case, and it came in handy as the dewy-eye look worked for the camera. Even Ritsu had found his way to them after he’d slept through half the ceremony, bringing Mao in tow who agreed to take the picture of all of them, bless his heart and eye for lighting.
But of course, it was a day for the seniors.
Izumi normally didn’t keep pictures of himself – why bother when they’re on all the billboards and magazines anyway, he would half-boast, half-explain – but considering the fact that the look on his face had otherwise never seen a camera, Arashi wasn’t surprised that he’d held onto this one. Eyes remarkably soft, for once openly endeared, his mouth curled up into a boyishly charming smile that was worth millions all on its own. The sort of beautiful expression that could stop wars – or start them.
And Leo – god, he was at the middle of it all, of course he was, just like he’d been the center of their little galaxy for years. Their unanimously accepted leader’s laugh still rang in Arashi’s ears, bright and crisp as it had been on that bittersweet day. His arms stretched out wide, like a bird poised to soar off into the sky, but he wasn’t ready to go unless he managed to take all five of them together. On that day, Leo had truly managed to become King of the World.
It was a picture, just a picture. But Arashi couldn’t help but become a little misty-eyed over it.
Their hearts were so fucking full. Say whatever you wanted about their group, but good god did they love each other.
A little piano melody, soft and sweet, emitted from Arashi’s pocket, denoting a text that had been sent to their groupchat.
(And obviously, they still loved each other.)
“Ahh, Kuma-kun says he’s lonely because he woke up and Isa-kun already left? How sad,” Izumi practically read the text for Arashi as he came back out into the living room. “Wait, have you been standing here the whole time—”
Arashi sniffed once, hand coming up to elegantly flick away a tear that had started to build. “Sorry, sorry, Izumi-chan! I just didn’t peg you to be such a sap.”
“A what—oh.” Izumi paused, noticing what was in Arashi’s hands. Aside from a picture of the vacation that his family had taken to Disneyland when he was small, that was the only picture that Izumi cared to bring with him. “What’re you tearing up for? Three of us are literally on the same campus right now. God, you’re so dramatic—”
“And I couldn’t be happier!” Arashi interrupted. “Like – really, what are the odds? Mao-chan getting admitted is so good for Ritsu-chan too even though I know they’re going to be so cute I’ll want to gag. But that’s the sacrifices made for friendship, I guess. Maybe next year, Tsukasa-chan will join us too?”
“Don’t get your hopes up, you know that he’s aiming to go to some sort of fancy overseas school,” Izumi sighed, moving to place the picture down onto one of the shelves in the spacious second-year apartment.
“But wouldn’t that be so sad for Ou-sama?”
“If a year of long-distance hasn’t killed them so far when Tsukasa’s still in high school, what makes you think that anything will?” Izumi waved a hand, not missing a beat as he worked on unpacking the box that Arashi had mostly left unattended.
“Wow, that’s surprisingly romantic of you, Izumi-chan…”
That managed to get the other’s blue eyes to snap back to him, an elegant eyebrow rising in challenge. “As if you don’t agree? You know them just the same as I do – they’re the type to last forever.”
(Their little group photo stared back at Arashi. Tsukasa had run been the last to run into the photo, stumbling right into Leo’s side where Arashi had made a space for him, knowing even then that he couldn’t get in the way of how Tsukasa was drawn to Leo like a budding flower to the sunshine.)
“I hope I find a love like that,” Arashi sighed, placing a delicate hand against perfect, rose-colored cheeks.
“Well, it certainly won’t be happening here.” God, Izumi was so quick to burst every single bubble. “Get those stupid meet-cute ideas out of your head because –”
“Sena-senpai, duck!!”
If Arashi was a more uncouth person, that would have been an opportune moment to yell out “holy shit” and not be blamed for it. He didn’t, of course, but Mao’s voice suddenly coming in would absolutely manage to throw anyone off-guard?!
Just like the basketball that came soaring through the open apartment door, about to pelt Izumi right in the face.
Again, holy shit.
Many things happened all at once, then. For one, Izumi had zero chance of dodging that given the haphazard warning, actually having turned toward the yelling and probably signing himself up for at least a month-long break from modeling given what that basketball would’ve done to his beautiful face. But then someone else had come running through the doorway, arm already outstretched and fingers just barely managed to reach out, curling underneath the basketball and flicking it upward, sending it into an arc right back where it came from.
Then – and this was Arashi’s favorite part – an inevitable collision of two bodies as the brunette that came dashing through the door had no chance of stopping his own momentum, instead crashing right into Izumi and sending them both flying onto the living room couch.
Once more, with feeling:
Holy shit.
That was how Izumi Sena ended up sprawled on his brand new couch, blinking owlishly and suffering from whiplash underneath this gorgeous brunette. Aforementioned gorgeous brunette had just barely been able to catch himself before he landed completely on top of Izumi, but it was almost more suggestive how he managed to catch himself on his forearms, his toned arms instead on either side of Izumi’s head, their faces just inches away from each other. At least he had the nerve to look shocked at the development.
(But if Arashi wasn’t wrong, it also looked like he was blushing? Oh god, there goes Izumi Sena’s unfortunately beautiful face striking again, claiming another victim.)
“Are you alright? That was dangerous!” the brunette found his voice, breathing haggard from – running, probably? He sounded kinda turned on though, but Arashi wasn’t sure what college boys were into. Maybe this one had a thing for adrenaline.
“Morisawa-senpai, it was also dangerous to just run ahead like that?!” Mao appeared at the doorway, apparently having caught the basketball from the backwards arc that this ‘Morisawa’ had sent it into. Then he looked down the hallway and snapped, “Honestly, Subaru, that was really irresponsible?! That’s why they say not to play sports indoors!”
Not for the first time and certainly not for the last, Arashi thanked god for Mao Isara.
Next a little ball of orange energy – Subaru? – appeared next to Mao, clutching his stomach as he doubled over in a fit of laughter. Apparently he couldn’t even find words to respond.
Not that Arashi could say much, procuring the phone that had been waiting in designer jeans for this opportune moment.
Meanwhile, Izumi was preoccupied as he glared up at the stranger who had effectively managed to pin him to the couch, “Can you maybe wait to start your stupid blathering until you’re off of me?! And—” The identical piano melody that matched Arashi’s went off. “Was that my phone?”
Now, Izumi’s stunned face after he was suddenly underneath a hot guy on the first day that he moved would live on forever.
Not only on Arashi’s phone, but in the phones of everyone in their beloved group chat.
“Is this what college is like?” Arashi tried (and failed) to contain a laugh, hand rising to hide a devious smile behind a delicate gesture. “I think that’s a meet-cute if I’ve ever seen one, Izumi-chan.”
“Oh! Izumi? As in – Izumi Sena?” the brunette spoke up again, his gaze still trained on Izuimi’s face from where he was still hovering over him, “It’s nice to meet you! I’m Chiaki Morisawa –”
“Wait, you’re—” Izumi sputtered, not quite able to interrupt.
“—and I’m excited to be living with you this year!”
Arashi couldn’t help but give a little smirk. “Oh I bet he is.”
At the door, Subaru had just managed to calm down before he started cracking up again, practically screaming, “Sari…. Sari!! It’s too funny!”
Even Mao couldn’t help but huff a laugh. “Yeah. Kinda.”
“Get off me!”
Izumi didn’t think it was that funny.
--
Arashi Narukami sent an image!
LEO: whAT
WHWAT
WHATIS THISSD
NARU???????//???/???
AS;LFJKSG
Ritsu: we just moved in today…. secchan moves fast?
Leo: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Tsukasa: I’m glad that you all made it safely!
Arashi: Tsukasa-chan, isn’t that a boring reaction… Look, don’t you think what happened to Izumi-chan is funny?!
Tsukasa: It’s college, is it not? I already presumed that Sena-senpai enjoyed this kind of thing, though I thought he would also keep it more private….
Izumi: did you just
Arashi: *crying emoji, handclap emoji*
“Wow,” Arashi hummed, following in after Izumi into his new dorm room for the year, carrying one of the many move-in boxes that had been stashed away in their car, “You really should be a campus tour guide, Izumi-chan.”
“And deal with overprotective parents who are still trying to deceive themselves that their kids aren’t going to have sex in the buildings they’re walking through? Yeah, ri—”
“Okay, okay, I get it!” A light laugh left the other, perfectly manicured hand fixing blonde hair – for all that Izumi had complained about the lack of hot guys in the dorm so far, Arashi was willing to bet that the other was just jaded. To freshmen like Arashi who had been told that there were plenty of fish in the sea, the campus had been full of plenty of catches. Like the purple-haired hottie spotted in the orientation line –
“I don’t really think you do,” Izumi hummed plainly in response, setting about his task of clearing out the items that they’d been moving in from his car. “But that’s fine, you’ll make your own mistakes.”
“And I can’t wait to hear some of yours!”
“Obviously I don’t make mistakes?”
“So denial isn’t just a river in Egypt,” Arashi tittered, laughing lightly before moving to assist in the unpacking. The morning had been spent moving the freshmen in, but now that Arashi’s room was now perfectly queenly, lavish pillows and silken sheets at all, it was a matter of course to help out the upperclassman who had so lovingly been the one to drive him up from their hometown.
(They’d stopped by a department store before they came to campus and Arashi had tried to help? But listen, someone who would slap adorably elegant pink shower curtains away simply couldn’t be helped. Izumi Sena could suffer in his plain white shower curtains for all Arashi cared!
But they did get one bath bomb each, because they weren’t savages.)
Already looking back on it, their hometown felt so far away. Sure, the drive wasn’t that long – well, long enough to go through at least 3 Beyoncé albums – but it was still the furthest Arashi would be away from home for an extended amount of time.
But there were little things that made it livable.
Like Izumi already having a year under his belt at this college, actually offering little bits of advice (“The Starbucks by the Architecture building is always crowded, go to the one by the Math building because I guess nerds think they’re too superior for coffee?”) between his bitching. Like the aforementioned beautiful purple-haired god that Arashi had already made a primary flirting candidate and if the idea of seeing him again managed to provide a prime motivator for swift unpacking, could Arashi really be blamed? Like –
Like realizing that Izumi was soft-hearted enough to have a framed photo of their high school crowd.
Violet eyes scanned over the picture, pinpointing it as one that had been taken right after the previous year’s graduation, when spirits were soaring and the corners of everyone’s eyes were tinged with tears.
Leo and Izumi proudly wore their gowns and caps (Leo’s was decorated with bright scribbles of music staffs, which mysteriously multiplied in number between the before and after of the graduation ceremony, and Izumi’s an elegantly scripted Bye Felicia because he always had to be classy yet sassy) arms around each other’s shoulders, surrounded by the rest of them as they’d ran in to get part of the picture. Tsukasa had only been a second year then but he’d been determined to get a ticket to graduation, his face lit up with pride over the accomplishment of his seniors. Arashi had worn waterproof mascara that day, just in case, and it came in handy as the dewy-eye look worked for the camera. Even Ritsu had found his way to them after he’d slept through half the ceremony, bringing Mao in tow who agreed to take the picture of all of them, bless his heart and eye for lighting.
But of course, it was a day for the seniors.
Izumi normally didn’t keep pictures of himself – why bother when they’re on all the billboards and magazines anyway, he would half-boast, half-explain – but considering the fact that the look on his face had otherwise never seen a camera, Arashi wasn’t surprised that he’d held onto this one. Eyes remarkably soft, for once openly endeared, his mouth curled up into a boyishly charming smile that was worth millions all on its own. The sort of beautiful expression that could stop wars – or start them.
And Leo – god, he was at the middle of it all, of course he was, just like he’d been the center of their little galaxy for years. Their unanimously accepted leader’s laugh still rang in Arashi’s ears, bright and crisp as it had been on that bittersweet day. His arms stretched out wide, like a bird poised to soar off into the sky, but he wasn’t ready to go unless he managed to take all five of them together. On that day, Leo had truly managed to become King of the World.
It was a picture, just a picture. But Arashi couldn’t help but become a little misty-eyed over it.
Their hearts were so fucking full. Say whatever you wanted about their group, but good god did they love each other.
A little piano melody, soft and sweet, emitted from Arashi’s pocket, denoting a text that had been sent to their groupchat.
(And obviously, they still loved each other.)
“Ahh, Kuma-kun says he’s lonely because he woke up and Isa-kun already left? How sad,” Izumi practically read the text for Arashi as he came back out into the living room. “Wait, have you been standing here the whole time—”
Arashi sniffed once, hand coming up to elegantly flick away a tear that had started to build. “Sorry, sorry, Izumi-chan! I just didn’t peg you to be such a sap.”
“A what—oh.” Izumi paused, noticing what was in Arashi’s hands. Aside from a picture of the vacation that his family had taken to Disneyland when he was small, that was the only picture that Izumi cared to bring with him. “What’re you tearing up for? Three of us are literally on the same campus right now. God, you’re so dramatic—”
“And I couldn’t be happier!” Arashi interrupted. “Like – really, what are the odds? Mao-chan getting admitted is so good for Ritsu-chan too even though I know they’re going to be so cute I’ll want to gag. But that’s the sacrifices made for friendship, I guess. Maybe next year, Tsukasa-chan will join us too?”
“Don’t get your hopes up, you know that he’s aiming to go to some sort of fancy overseas school,” Izumi sighed, moving to place the picture down onto one of the shelves in the spacious second-year apartment.
“But wouldn’t that be so sad for Ou-sama?”
“If a year of long-distance hasn’t killed them so far when Tsukasa’s still in high school, what makes you think that anything will?” Izumi waved a hand, not missing a beat as he worked on unpacking the box that Arashi had mostly left unattended.
“Wow, that’s surprisingly romantic of you, Izumi-chan…”
That managed to get the other’s blue eyes to snap back to him, an elegant eyebrow rising in challenge. “As if you don’t agree? You know them just the same as I do – they’re the type to last forever.”
(Their little group photo stared back at Arashi. Tsukasa had run been the last to run into the photo, stumbling right into Leo’s side where Arashi had made a space for him, knowing even then that he couldn’t get in the way of how Tsukasa was drawn to Leo like a budding flower to the sunshine.)
“I hope I find a love like that,” Arashi sighed, placing a delicate hand against perfect, rose-colored cheeks.
“Well, it certainly won’t be happening here.” God, Izumi was so quick to burst every single bubble. “Get those stupid meet-cute ideas out of your head because –”
“Sena-senpai, duck!!”
If Arashi was a more uncouth person, that would have been an opportune moment to yell out “holy shit” and not be blamed for it. He didn’t, of course, but Mao’s voice suddenly coming in would absolutely manage to throw anyone off-guard?!
Just like the basketball that came soaring through the open apartment door, about to pelt Izumi right in the face.
Again, holy shit.
Many things happened all at once, then. For one, Izumi had zero chance of dodging that given the haphazard warning, actually having turned toward the yelling and probably signing himself up for at least a month-long break from modeling given what that basketball would’ve done to his beautiful face. But then someone else had come running through the doorway, arm already outstretched and fingers just barely managed to reach out, curling underneath the basketball and flicking it upward, sending it into an arc right back where it came from.
Then – and this was Arashi’s favorite part – an inevitable collision of two bodies as the brunette that came dashing through the door had no chance of stopping his own momentum, instead crashing right into Izumi and sending them both flying onto the living room couch.
Once more, with feeling:
Holy shit.
That was how Izumi Sena ended up sprawled on his brand new couch, blinking owlishly and suffering from whiplash underneath this gorgeous brunette. Aforementioned gorgeous brunette had just barely been able to catch himself before he landed completely on top of Izumi, but it was almost more suggestive how he managed to catch himself on his forearms, his toned arms instead on either side of Izumi’s head, their faces just inches away from each other. At least he had the nerve to look shocked at the development.
(But if Arashi wasn’t wrong, it also looked like he was blushing? Oh god, there goes Izumi Sena’s unfortunately beautiful face striking again, claiming another victim.)
“Are you alright? That was dangerous!” the brunette found his voice, breathing haggard from – running, probably? He sounded kinda turned on though, but Arashi wasn’t sure what college boys were into. Maybe this one had a thing for adrenaline.
“Morisawa-senpai, it was also dangerous to just run ahead like that?!” Mao appeared at the doorway, apparently having caught the basketball from the backwards arc that this ‘Morisawa’ had sent it into. Then he looked down the hallway and snapped, “Honestly, Subaru, that was really irresponsible?! That’s why they say not to play sports indoors!”
Not for the first time and certainly not for the last, Arashi thanked god for Mao Isara.
Next a little ball of orange energy – Subaru? – appeared next to Mao, clutching his stomach as he doubled over in a fit of laughter. Apparently he couldn’t even find words to respond.
Not that Arashi could say much, procuring the phone that had been waiting in designer jeans for this opportune moment.
Meanwhile, Izumi was preoccupied as he glared up at the stranger who had effectively managed to pin him to the couch, “Can you maybe wait to start your stupid blathering until you’re off of me?! And—” The identical piano melody that matched Arashi’s went off. “Was that my phone?”
Now, Izumi’s stunned face after he was suddenly underneath a hot guy on the first day that he moved would live on forever.
Not only on Arashi’s phone, but in the phones of everyone in their beloved group chat.
“Is this what college is like?” Arashi tried (and failed) to contain a laugh, hand rising to hide a devious smile behind a delicate gesture. “I think that’s a meet-cute if I’ve ever seen one, Izumi-chan.”
“Oh! Izumi? As in – Izumi Sena?” the brunette spoke up again, his gaze still trained on Izuimi’s face from where he was still hovering over him, “It’s nice to meet you! I’m Chiaki Morisawa –”
“Wait, you’re—” Izumi sputtered, not quite able to interrupt.
“—and I’m excited to be living with you this year!”
Arashi couldn’t help but give a little smirk. “Oh I bet he is.”
At the door, Subaru had just managed to calm down before he started cracking up again, practically screaming, “Sari…. Sari!! It’s too funny!”
Even Mao couldn’t help but huff a laugh. “Yeah. Kinda.”
“Get off me!”
Izumi didn’t think it was that funny.
--
Arashi Narukami sent an image!
LEO: whAT
WHWAT
WHATIS THISSD
NARU???????//???/???
AS;LFJKSG
Ritsu: we just moved in today…. secchan moves fast?
Leo: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Tsukasa: I’m glad that you all made it safely!
Arashi: Tsukasa-chan, isn’t that a boring reaction… Look, don’t you think what happened to Izumi-chan is funny?!
Tsukasa: It’s college, is it not? I already presumed that Sena-senpai enjoyed this kind of thing, though I thought he would also keep it more private….
Izumi: did you just
Arashi: *crying emoji, handclap emoji*