HELLO, WORLD ⚘ LOUIE ZONG
"Programmed to work and not to feel."

No Longer Human. a japanese novel by Osamu Dazai, ranking second-best most sold novel in japan.

And not so surprisingly, [name] had revered the masterpiece of literature.

A man who was incapable of revealing his true self to others, hides behind a facade of hollow jocularity. the subject itself was amusing, enticing them to read the arcane novel.

(please do not spoil the book! I still haven't read it yet but and im planning to buy it soon!!)

they were enthralled with the poetic lines of ambiguity, the intricate phrases brimming with obscurity, and the exposure of human nature.

and with an additional detail, it was a gift from their mother on their tenth birthday—in the beginning, [name] was reluctant to even unfold the item, their nose always scrunching in disgust at the very sight of it. the rationale to their actions of contempt was simple; it was from their mother.

to receive a gift after years of derelict, why would they accept the mere offering if it was from someone they loathed? ever since they received the neatly sheathed present that was sent through a servant, [name] immediately took heed of the lack of sincerity.

their mother was not one to offer if it didn't benefit her, so what was her motive? was it not sent by their mother and perhaps was using the woman's name to remain anonymous? or was it done out of sheer guilt? the goodness of her heart? whatever it was, it certainly was not the latter.

but despite their subtle hatred towards the item who did not have a mind of its own, and was utterly clueless to the despotic treatment; [name] had grown out of the phase of immaturity, the scene of the said individual resting on their bed whilst savoring every word they flicked through was proof of the claim.

(what did i eat today to be this good 😩🖐)

bringing back to the present, accompanied with an apology for the abstruse words written by the author, [name] had placed aside the book, securing it inside an empty drawer at the side of their bed.

"Its time to buy groceries," they softly hummed, stretching out their arms to relieve the numb sensation of their arms. "Should I go thrifting while I'm at it?"

[name] looked through the racks of clothing, searching for anything that catches their eye.

whilst gliding their hand along the sections of shirts, their eyes obscurely diminished at the sight of matching bunny hoodies but with contrasting color.

Reaching out to grab one, they immediately placed their hands on the article of clothing with a gleeful gaze.

"..[name]?"

And there he stood, miya chinen, holding the other bunny hoodie.

"miya?"

blinking profusely at eachother, realization slowly seeped in, mouths agape at the unforeseen encounter. what brought [name] into more disbelief was that they were both holding the matching hoodies in their hands.

"You like these type of stuff too?" They inquired, their lips brought upwards at the thought of having matching hoodies with their dear best friend. "So what if I do?" Miya rolled his eyes with a scoff, attempting to conceal his abashed visage.

[name] leaned towards him, smirking wryly at the immediate reaction they received from the discomposed boy—who was on the verge of fainting at the close proximity.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Social distancing? yeah."

"Not that kitten, I meant these." the nickname was a slip of the tongue, but [name] couldn't bother to care as they faintly wiggled the hoodie in their arms. but it seems that miya was too focused on the nickname to realize their implication.

kittenskwowiaqiajsjs they clalwkdiaowkajendj This was a brief explanation of his thoughts as of the moment. truly words of awe, it brings me to a frightened state that he was as good as me when it came to such poetry.

"Miya are you even listening?"

"Can we stop by the grocery store?" [name] yawned, briefly examining the list that had their essential necessities for the week. "Alright." miya responded soberly, looking down at their matching hoodies with a faint smile.

"It seems that you're liking it a lot." They didn't miss the opportunity to tease the said boy, a bonny smile gracing their lips once catching miya in the act. "I do not!" miya yelled a protest of hysteria, deliberately shoving their side as a diversion to draw their scrutiny away from his face that was faintly covered in a hue of light red.

[name] scanned the varieties of ramen, dropping a few in the bag while briefly checking their phone—which miya was persuaded to hold, since [name] wanted to hold his hand with their free one.

"don't we seem like a married couple?" [name] grinned devilishly, pivoting on their heel to come face to face with the dumbstruck male. "What are you saying idiot!? we're too young for that!" miya rebuked promptly, placing a prudent smack to their forehead.

"you're right. I'm not too keen about marriage anyways." they shrugged, sauntering over to the cold beverages as miya followed with a hum of acknowledgment. "Yeah, I don't get why adults want to get married. its just getting together twice but expensive."

[name] laughed at the firm declaration that was said in a bitter tone. their cheeks lighten up in a crimson tone vaguely. despite the barely noticeable detail, miya was able to see it as clear as day; and the sight of it brought him immense euphoria.

Stop it. I hate this warmth.

they're so fucking adorable.. HOW MUCH DOES IT COST TO HAVE WHAT THEY HAVE PLEASE

god their relationship is what i want💔💔

anyways yall get ready it won't stay fluffy for long. i have the power to make you all cry.. :)