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Rokujo Miharu | Nabari no O
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Nakajima-san was very polite. He seemed surprised that I asked him to call my by my first name, but offered the same in return, and was forward in saying that he doesn't mind informality. So far he has shown no obvious signs of caring about my supposed 'family superiority' as most others do, he must not mind. That's a huge relief. I don't think I'd be able to handle another person who simply writes me off as a snob because of my family name. XX
Hikari gently pulled the now-full page from his typewriter and placed it neatly atop the others, straightening the pile and adding a new sheet of paper to the machine before once again starting to type, this time about the state of the weather outside the dining room window. The past few days had been full of rain, which was Hikari's favorite kind of weather, although he was grateful that his many houseplants would be getting a decent amount of sunlight. Finishing the paragraphs he was writing, Hikari stood gracefully, moving to the kitchen and filling his watering can with water from the sink. XX
As he went about the task of watering all the plants scattered about, Hikari watched from the corner of his eye as Kazuo moved from his bedroom to the bathroom, and absently let his thoughts wander as the sounds of the shower reached his ears. He facepalmed with a groan when he realized just where his thoughts had ended up. Fantasizing about a man I've just met is not something I'd like to add to the list of things I've accomplished today... Turning his attention back to the plants, Hikari pushed the unorthodox thoughts of Kazuo showering into the back of his head, focusing instead on the letter he'd received from his sister the day before. Apparently, she was currently staying in New York City with her long-time boyfriend, Michael. XXXX
Three years prior, Hikari had received a call from Akari in the dead of night, and spent nearly two hours listening to her talk about the young man she'd met after arriving in California. Michael Edmonds was her guide, or so she said, and according to her he was the 'most attractive, kind, and respectable man she'd ever met, except for Hikari himself '. In her letter a month later, Akari proceeded to gush about how he'd asked her out in the most cliche manner and the fact that they'd already been on several dates. Hikari heard about each one in great detail, and although he'd never even spoken to Michael over the phone, he knew just about everything about him that his sister did. That was one thing he loved about her, she was always so honest. XX
By the time Kazuo came out of the shower, Hikari had finished watering his plants and was back at his typewriter, recording his roommate's choice of clothing and the way he walked through the apartment, not loud at all but not meticulously silent either. I wonder how offended people would be if they knew I record everything I see them do when they're around me. Though I doubt I'll stop doing it, regardless of whether they're offended or not. Hikari felt himself smirk slightly at the thought. Noticing Kazuo approach, Hikari turned to look up at him with an expression of curiosity. ""Anou, Hikari-san. Do you want to have anything for lunch?" Hikari smiled softly. "Actually, I have yet to eat anything since early this morning, so if you don't mind cooking for two, I would love to join you~" Standing up, Hikari gathered his typewriter and papers and moved them back to his bedroom. XX
When he returned, he offered to help, and moved about the kitchen gathering place settings. The kitchen wasn't too cramped, even with both of them moving about in the space, which he was sure they were both grateful for. As they ate, Hikari was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the food, and made sure to say so. The two chatted lightly about school during the meal. Apparently, they shared the same English Language class, although Kazuo was taking it as one of his majors while Hikari was taking the class simply as a means of being able to communicate better with foreigners and - eventually - Akari's boyfriend and other friends from America. Hikari spoke a little bit about her, but mostly just about how she was studying abroad. XX
Over the course of the conversation, Hikari learned about Kazuo's passion for swimming, as well as the fact that he didn't like spicy foods. Hikari teased him about that, albeit playfully. After they'd both finished eating, Hikari insisted on washing the dishes himself since Kazuo had cooked the meal, and the conversation continued from across the room. Several different things were discussed, though the topic mostly remained on school and academics. "If it isn't too intrusive, may I ask why you decided to attend Tokyo University? I myself came here because I wanted to be placed on the same level as other people, surprisingly enough. Most of my relatives disagreed with my choice, but my parents supported me, so it isn't all that bad." XX
Hikari gently pulled the now-full page from his typewriter and placed it neatly atop the others, straightening the pile and adding a new sheet of paper to the machine before once again starting to type, this time about the state of the weather outside the dining room window. The past few days had been full of rain, which was Hikari's favorite kind of weather, although he was grateful that his many houseplants would be getting a decent amount of sunlight. Finishing the paragraphs he was writing, Hikari stood gracefully, moving to the kitchen and filling his watering can with water from the sink. XX
As he went about the task of watering all the plants scattered about, Hikari watched from the corner of his eye as Kazuo moved from his bedroom to the bathroom, and absently let his thoughts wander as the sounds of the shower reached his ears. He facepalmed with a groan when he realized just where his thoughts had ended up. Fantasizing about a man I've just met is not something I'd like to add to the list of things I've accomplished today... Turning his attention back to the plants, Hikari pushed the unorthodox thoughts of Kazuo showering into the back of his head, focusing instead on the letter he'd received from his sister the day before. Apparently, she was currently staying in New York City with her long-time boyfriend, Michael. XXXX
Three years prior, Hikari had received a call from Akari in the dead of night, and spent nearly two hours listening to her talk about the young man she'd met after arriving in California. Michael Edmonds was her guide, or so she said, and according to her he was the 'most attractive, kind, and respectable man she'd ever met, except for Hikari himself '. In her letter a month later, Akari proceeded to gush about how he'd asked her out in the most cliche manner and the fact that they'd already been on several dates. Hikari heard about each one in great detail, and although he'd never even spoken to Michael over the phone, he knew just about everything about him that his sister did. That was one thing he loved about her, she was always so honest. XX
By the time Kazuo came out of the shower, Hikari had finished watering his plants and was back at his typewriter, recording his roommate's choice of clothing and the way he walked through the apartment, not loud at all but not meticulously silent either. I wonder how offended people would be if they knew I record everything I see them do when they're around me. Though I doubt I'll stop doing it, regardless of whether they're offended or not. Hikari felt himself smirk slightly at the thought. Noticing Kazuo approach, Hikari turned to look up at him with an expression of curiosity. ""Anou, Hikari-san. Do you want to have anything for lunch?" Hikari smiled softly. "Actually, I have yet to eat anything since early this morning, so if you don't mind cooking for two, I would love to join you~" Standing up, Hikari gathered his typewriter and papers and moved them back to his bedroom. XX
When he returned, he offered to help, and moved about the kitchen gathering place settings. The kitchen wasn't too cramped, even with both of them moving about in the space, which he was sure they were both grateful for. As they ate, Hikari was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the food, and made sure to say so. The two chatted lightly about school during the meal. Apparently, they shared the same English Language class, although Kazuo was taking it as one of his majors while Hikari was taking the class simply as a means of being able to communicate better with foreigners and - eventually - Akari's boyfriend and other friends from America. Hikari spoke a little bit about her, but mostly just about how she was studying abroad. XX
Over the course of the conversation, Hikari learned about Kazuo's passion for swimming, as well as the fact that he didn't like spicy foods. Hikari teased him about that, albeit playfully. After they'd both finished eating, Hikari insisted on washing the dishes himself since Kazuo had cooked the meal, and the conversation continued from across the room. Several different things were discussed, though the topic mostly remained on school and academics. "If it isn't too intrusive, may I ask why you decided to attend Tokyo University? I myself came here because I wanted to be placed on the same level as other people, surprisingly enough. Most of my relatives disagreed with my choice, but my parents supported me, so it isn't all that bad." XX