TOKYO ⚘ LEAT'EQ
"Nyan! Ichi - Ni - San, Nyan! Arigatō"

[name] released their soft grip on the popsicle stick that left nothing but the small object of wood, having no use of it any longer—well it would be considered beneficial if it was utilized in the act of bullying shadow.

comical as it was to see shadow blazing with ferocity and anger, [name] wasn't as vulgar as to shove the stick up his ass. They've experienced it once, and it wasn't very pleasant. though the only difference is that the object used were needles.

[name] leisurely ambled back to miya, examining his attire with a beam that gained his attention.

"What are you so happy about?" Raising a brow at their questionably ecstatic demeanor, [name] waved it off with a chuckle. "Hey, what would you feel if I got you matching cat onesies?"

miya perked up at the mention, a sundry of questions erupting in his head. "Why are you asking?" His eyes narrowed skeptically, examining their features for anything that seemed dubious.

"Nothing, I was just curious." [name] modestly said in response to his question of skepticism, taking note of how his eyes vaguely diminish with incredulity.

the spectators that managed to catch a glimpse at the plausible stunt by Langa erupted into cheers and yells of enthusiasm, completely bewitched by his adroit prowess.

"Isn't that awesome?" Reki beamed, his expression mimicking a proud father. "Why are you so proud of it Reki?" Miya taunted, moving his lips away from the straw which connected to the protein juice he drank.

"Let me tell you. People aren't taking notice of you. it's your buddy."

Hold on there, that was kind of offensive. [name]'s eyelids faintly droop, a frown dancing on their lips whilst sending Shadow a discreet glower.

"And people call you "The one thats not Langa"!"

[name] slammed down their skateboard, creating unnecessary attentiveness from nearby skaters; supplemented by silence from Miya and Shadow.

"Oh sorry, I thought my skateboard was you for a moment Shadow. my sincerest apologies to the head clown of the circus."

Before shadow could retort, his words seemed to be adhered in his throat once he got a glimpse of their dreary irises. staring up at him as if they found his existence tiresome—silently dwelling whether he was worthy of human life, or if he deserved to perish under the dirt.

[name]'s face was out of miya's view, as he pondered what expression they held—since they seemed to be furious.

Why are you suddenly mad?

"Sorry for getting mad." [name] placed his cheeks inbetween their palms, softly squishing them with a grin. "Stop that, it's annoying." He smacked their hand away with a grumble, "And it's fine. not really a big deal."

"We have even more up the gallery." Cherry abruptly began, "We got all the celebrities from S here, after all." a boastful grin tugged Joe's lips, examining the abundant amount of skaters that conversed with their fellow peers, while others were flaunting their skills.

"You're gonna say so yourself?"

"Let me teach something to the young."

"Overconfidence is poison, but confidence becomes power."

As he said that, Langa had once more reached a new level of high. his distance from the ground was outlying, the precision and effieciency of the stunt was by far his best.

"Did you get that quote from pinterest?"

"HUH?"

Birthday Special!

Miya stroked his temple, gazing down at the book inscribed with the days of antiquity in Japan. the memoirs of world war two written in detail and precision, with additional pictures at the side.

despite his drowsy and fatigued features, he proceeded to study without pause. disdaining his need for sleep, his mind was absorbed by the book, his agitation increasing due to his impulse to overwork.

with a brief glimpse at his phone, he noticed that it was already 11:58.

It'll be my birthday in the next two minutes. He hummed, taking out his notebook and scribbling a few convenient factors that might become handy for future quizzes.

in the midst of his multitasking, a knock was heard from his window. mistaking it as his drowsy mind playing tricks, he continued to pursue his tiring studies.

until he heard a knock once again.

"What type of horror movie shit is this?" He grumbled, slumping in his seat with a troubled exhale.

Contemplating whether to inspect the cause of the continuous knocking, he was not given time to think as his window was abruptly opened, revealing a small figure with disheveled locks.

"[name]?!" Rushing out of his seat, he scampered towards them in fear that they might slip and fall to their death. his room was on the second floor, which was astonishing to see that they managed to reach his window. but most importantly, how did they know his address?

"You idiot! how'd you get there?!" He wrapped his arms around their waist securely, delicately bringing them down from the window. before he could press on with interrogations as to their sudden appearance, a bag filled with presents were shoved in his arms.

"Happy Birthday, Miya!" They beamed, cupping his cheeks with the lovable grin he always cherished, his stomach brimming like a container of butterflies. with those simple three words, it felt like he was met with a warm breeze of euphoria. his body trembling at the deep sentiment he felt towards the abrupt greeting he did not anticipate.

12:03.

He never noticed the time.

"Don't cry. it's your birthday, you aren't supposed to cry." [name] chuckled, placing aside the bag and enclasped him into a mellow hug, torrents of water streaming down his cheeks that he didn't notice at first.

"I'm not.." He sniffled, nuzzling his face into the crook of their neck, finding comfort in their fervor embrace. "I'm not crying.." He protested, contradicting his trembling body as well as the ceaseless tears that cascaded down his face.

"Mhm, whatever makes you feel okay." [name] responded with a chuckle, disregarding their damp shoulder as they glanced around his room. taking heed of the unfolded notebooks and the history book on his desk, exposing the fact he was studying.

[name] dragged the crying boy to his bed, gesturing him to sit before taking out the neatly wrapped presents.

using their thumb to wipe away his tears, miya felt demeaned at the fact he did something humiliating as to break infront of [name]. he'd probably overthink this for days.

"you can continue crying later. because you still need to open my gifts." [name] claimed, placing the presents before his form, as he immediately wiped away his tears.

"How did you know where I live anyways? stalker." He huffed, attempting to avert the subject from his pretty crying face. "Whenever we'd seperate, you'd go a certain direction. and uh, I kind of spotted you walk out your house this morning." [name] responded, flailing their legs around in excitement.

"Now open them!"

Miya simply rolled his eyes at their enthusiasm, yet prominently smiling at their juvenile behavior.

"You didn't have to y'know.. plus, i-it's probably not worth my time but I'm just doing this since I'm bored." Grumbling underneath his breath, concealing his obvious sheepishness as he ripped open the first present that he grabbed.

"Is this..?" He trailed off, bringing up the frog hoodie in his hands that seemed to be a carbon copy of the one a certain individual usually wears.

"..God, I hate you so much."

"I love you too bestie 😩🙏"

"Don't say stuff like that so easily!"

Slipping in the frog hoodie, a faint smile graced his lips before [name] pulled him towards them eagerly. "Let's take a picture!" without a warning, [name] had already tapped on the white button.

"Hey! don't do that so suddenly!" everything they do gives my heart stress.

[name] examined the photo, saving it into their gallery before assuring miya to continue opening the gifts.

A frog hoodie.

a frog plushie.

matching cat onesies.

and matching lockets. one was a cage, and one was a key.

"If you insert your key into the cage, it opens!" [name] demonstrated, pushing the small key and opening the silver bars.

Miya remained silent, before leaning towards [name],

and gave them a small peck on the cheek.

"Erm.. thank you. for all this.." He trailed off. noticing their dumbfounded expression, he immediately bursted into a crimson hue and slammed his head onto the soft cushion of his pillows.

a thorny silence lingered in the air, their stiff bodies not making any further movements. fearing that one erroneous motion might cause the end of their friendship.

trepidation eerily crawled on miya's back, reflecting on the initiative act of affection he abruptly did.

"Miya. do that again. I wasn't able to savor it."

"What?! No way!—aren't you supposed to be mad?!"

Miya slightly lifted his head up to catch a glimpse at their visage, his stiff shoulders slumping and his troubled expression softening once seeing their jovial grin.

I hate this feeling.. but maybe it's not that bad.

BYE THEYRE SO CUTE AWODISPQJSUWJDUSOJW

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR LOVELY BOY MIYA CHINEN MWA MWA WE LOVE YOU CATBOY <3

DECIDED TO BE CRUEL AND DIDNT MAKE THEM CONFESS 🤩🤩🤩

ALSO! please inform me if I accidentally place she/her/hers pronouns or anything feminine to describe [name]!! I usually don't edit my chapters and I'm VERY SORRY IF I DO! please tell me if you notice one, because I will edit it right away! thank you loves <3

oh and for those who sexualize the word kitten i hope your stove will stop working 🦧