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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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[Blue furrows his brow at Killua's casual problem-solving, particularly at his suggestion to take the fall. The heck? ...Why would this guy suggest something so casually.... Or was it that he figured Blue would do it anyway?]
[He likes that assumption even less.]
Why? [He finally spits out, carrying after him and stopping him with a hand at his shoulder.] I mean, even if it's just an accident, I still messed it up, too. And we're supposed to be working together on this thing, right?
[His half-lidded expression conveys that he's as little a fan of that idea as Killua is, but... At the same time, that didn't mean he wasn't going to take on the challenge that was presented to him. He didn't like the idea of being thought of otherwise.]
What makes you think you can just take the blame, huh?
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Killua had just been being cheeky, and were it not for this particular course of action, Killua would have teased Blue for his straight-laced honor in an inconsequential world or something equally as obnoxious. But Killua is stuck in pause, and he flusters, glancing away as his face turns pink, gently swatting off Blue's hand.]
...R-relax. It's where people's minds are gonna go before either of us say anything, and unlike you, I don't really care all that much about it. I know I'm in this school to begin with, but that wasn't my choice, either.
It's fine either way... So don't take what I say so seriously.
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[But to be so blasΓ© about the idea of getting tossed out-- that was what he was getting at, right?-- Was his relationship with his parents really bad, or something?]
[...Well, he was a kid of criminals after all, so it wasn't hard to imagine.... Even if the apple didn't fall far...]
[Blue mulls over all of this in a moment as Killua faces him and brushes it away, but Blue still doesn't feel good about it. His mouth sets sullenly, and he decides that he still doesn't want Killua to get the wrong idea.]
Look. You.... I have no idea why you bothered to help me get back to campus the other day, but-- I'm not gonna just forget about that, you know? Much less think of throwin' you under the bus.
So you better not think of that, either.
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[Killua blinks, then frowns and straightens up. He doesn't think Blue owes him, but he also kind of understands Blue's line of thinking—it's how he's navigated a lot of his interpersonal relationships, even peripheral ones like these. Killua rolls his eyes.]
Tch, really...?
I did that cuz you would've been in bad shape if I didn't. I couldn't just leave someone like that.
[Killua adjusts the box he's holding, huffing with irritation.]
I'm not a good person, but I'm not a bad one, either.
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[He twists his mouth and follows after Killua, grabbing the pushbroom to clean all the murdered bush clippings from the walkway path and pushing the excess soil into the planting bank underneath.] ...If you say so.
[Is he smirking? Just a little, but it isn't haughty, like Killua might expect.] Let's push the burrow back and get outta here. I got homework to do.
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Fine. Finish that up, I got the burrow.
[Since, you know, he doesn't have a (sort of) bum foot. Killua places the box into the caddy of the burrow, slipping his phone from the pocket to look at the time.]
Mm, I definitely think that was supposed to take more time... Unless they assumed we'd be a different kind of incompetent with this task.