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trypanophobic) wrote2020-02-25 09:06 pm
trypanophobic) wrote2020-02-25 09:06 pm
BL ANIME AU, BASICALLY
[You know what, maybe Blue and Killua had gotten a little caught up in their hubris here. Aside from where their gym activities intersected, the two didn't really interact much—there were curious, stolen glances from across halls and classrooms, but they'd never really spoken much, despite the two of them holding their own polar, lofty positions. And one of their matched positions at this school was in anything athletic. In these intersections, they finally talked—and it was a lot of shit-talking.
Killua didn't consider Blue a rival, exactly. Not even in sports. He couldn't lift as much as Killua, and was weaker in general—but he was pretty fantastic in cardio based stuff, and not many people could actually match Killua in much of anything. So it was fun to antagonize him. Killua never challenged him to stuff Killua knew he'd win; that just wasn't fun.
The school was more into their perceived rivalry than anyone. Swooning schoolgirls and nosy, rowdy schoolboys all had their own opinions about Killua Zoldyck, the mysterious transfer student who'd appeared out of nowhere to steal Blue's thunder. Not that Killua really had; the Oaks had deep roots (ha) in this city, but so did the Zoldyck's by proxy of some other big name ties—giving the two directly opposite reputations.
It was all rumor and hearsay, but it sounded like the Zoldyck's were part of the mob, if not a whole famiglia themselves. Some people joked that it was like Killua was the devil with his rumored roots, and Blue was an angel, with all the advances in science the Oak's had contributed. They were a charitable, hyper intelligent family, too. But the joke was that Blue wasn't much of an angel, himself—while not unfriendly quite outright, he certainly rubbed plenty of people the wrong way. But he was too dazzling for it to make a dent in his popularity.
Killua decided that Blue sort of annoyed him, that way—but embarrassingly, it pulled him in, too. He was curious about what that kind of kid would be like, even if he already had a strong, biased theory. Just some douchey, pretty boy with a lot of money... but then, so was Killua, and he was buried to his neck in his own skeletons. All the same, Killua wasn't really magnetized enough to talk to him like a normal person.
But sports? Different story.
And Blue was competitive as hell—the two had actually sort of gotten off path, so confident they could jog back onto the trail before their classmates had even caught up after their private race. But as luck would have it, it began to storm quite badly—Killua worried it may have been a monsoon, actually.
So now, their uniforms miserably clung to their bodies, Killua's standing under an old stone bridge with Blue, scowling as water drips from his sagging hair, a darker gray with its saturation.]
Tch, stupid rain! You'd think the damn teacher would've known about something like that before letting us run track outside!
[the weather had been so nice, too...]
I was close, too...
Killua didn't consider Blue a rival, exactly. Not even in sports. He couldn't lift as much as Killua, and was weaker in general—but he was pretty fantastic in cardio based stuff, and not many people could actually match Killua in much of anything. So it was fun to antagonize him. Killua never challenged him to stuff Killua knew he'd win; that just wasn't fun.
The school was more into their perceived rivalry than anyone. Swooning schoolgirls and nosy, rowdy schoolboys all had their own opinions about Killua Zoldyck, the mysterious transfer student who'd appeared out of nowhere to steal Blue's thunder. Not that Killua really had; the Oaks had deep roots (ha) in this city, but so did the Zoldyck's by proxy of some other big name ties—giving the two directly opposite reputations.
It was all rumor and hearsay, but it sounded like the Zoldyck's were part of the mob, if not a whole famiglia themselves. Some people joked that it was like Killua was the devil with his rumored roots, and Blue was an angel, with all the advances in science the Oak's had contributed. They were a charitable, hyper intelligent family, too. But the joke was that Blue wasn't much of an angel, himself—while not unfriendly quite outright, he certainly rubbed plenty of people the wrong way. But he was too dazzling for it to make a dent in his popularity.
Killua decided that Blue sort of annoyed him, that way—but embarrassingly, it pulled him in, too. He was curious about what that kind of kid would be like, even if he already had a strong, biased theory. Just some douchey, pretty boy with a lot of money... but then, so was Killua, and he was buried to his neck in his own skeletons. All the same, Killua wasn't really magnetized enough to talk to him like a normal person.
But sports? Different story.
And Blue was competitive as hell—the two had actually sort of gotten off path, so confident they could jog back onto the trail before their classmates had even caught up after their private race. But as luck would have it, it began to storm quite badly—Killua worried it may have been a monsoon, actually.
So now, their uniforms miserably clung to their bodies, Killua's standing under an old stone bridge with Blue, scowling as water drips from his sagging hair, a darker gray with its saturation.]
Tch, stupid rain! You'd think the damn teacher would've known about something like that before letting us run track outside!
[the weather had been so nice, too...]
I was close, too...
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[Killua almost wants to make a reassuring "no homo" joke, but it can't be worked in casually enough. Also, fuck Blue. No jokes for him.
Killua just focuses on his path, the weight of his steps, and the anchor of Blue clinging onto him; it always felt like it was angry and incredulous, at first, but the way his hold has remained is cluing him in beyond that.
Killua tries not to, by the same token, watch Blue's sour expression as he turns away. Focus, focus, focus.]
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[They're in a standoffish standoff, it seems. Both their scowling attempts at overblown indifference don't do the trick very well, but it at least allows them to settle into a contemptuous silence.... for the time being, anyway. Blue gives in to Killua's dismissal and Killua gives in to Blue's sour grapes about it all, which at least blesses the rest of their trek with a lack of further argument.]
[....That is, until they begin to near school grounds. Blue squirms nervously, not wanting to be seen by any of their peers; and gripping the shoulder of Killua's shirt, tugs at him, once again ornery.]
Hey, we're close enough, now! Y-you can let me down...
[Even if the school clinic was still quite a bit away.... But whatever! He's fine!]
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He swallows as his shirt is pulled, then stops, lowering a shoulder as he carefully puts Blue down, assisting his stance as he's let onto his feet.
Most of the way, anyway. But indeed, Killua's still got a tight hold on him around his waist.]
You still can't walk on that, but we can do this, now. It's not all muddy.
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[--Although that hold remaining around his waist makes his mouth turn in a small, furtive frown, making his stomach twist a little.]
Tch, fine, just-- help me hobble over there, then. [More of a hop, really- he can't even rest his weight for a second on his other ankle, and he hisses in pain when he even just tries to let it down for a moment. That idea is quickly discarded, which relegates him to hopping like a rabbit as Killua leads him slowly across the grounds.]
[It doesn't take long for them to cross the paths of other students, and when they do, he fights best he can to fight down the redness in his face, instead defiant and annoyed. Soon enough, they cross paths with a teacher who- seeing their muddy, soaked, clearly distressed state- quickly calls a campus security guard to help them get a ride over to the campus clinic. The hustle and bustle takes a while to sort, since their teacher has to be notified and they of course want to question the two on how things got to this point......]
[Once they're at last settled in there, some of Blue's friends have come running to check in; the both of them will have to answer later for why they ran off, a school official warns, but Killua is allowed to slink off to his dorm after a quick check-over, while Blue is kept to keep his ankle iced for a while. Blue shoots him a look, across the throng gathered around him- lips bitten, cheeks flushed- and then huffily, turns away again.]
[That's the last they see of each other, for a few days.]
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While Blue goes red, Killua stares at the curious, scandalized students with an icy deadpan, causing a lot of their murmurs to nervously clam up. He can't help but wonder what exactly the rumors are going to be, though. Killua dragged off his rival athlete and beat the tar out of him?
When Killua's relieved from the questioning and the once-over, Killua does catch Blue's look—it makes his stomach clench in a way that concerns him, but also feels him with a weirdly hollow, bitter feeling.
School just isn't for him. What a pain in the ass.]