OUR WORD / KAZUSCARA

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a/n: woohoo, another fic!! i hope everyone's excited! later updates might be a teensy bit slow bc i start college in like, a month LOL but for now, enjoy!

qotc: who do u main? (i main heizou :3)

sotc: nothing matters by the last dinner party

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october 29th, 1983.

if haruki knew what would happen that day, he would have never left kazuha's side.

rapid knocking comes to his door and soon a loud yell echoes through the house, "haru! open the door!"

the boy groans as he lifts the covers off his bed to make his way over to the door that was being decorated with loud consistent knocks. as he rubs his eye tiredly, opening the door to see a familiar face– kazuha. the boy was beaming from ear to ear, smiling so wide that it was almost like he was staring at the sun.

"good morning!" kazuha grins as he clasps pieces of paper in his hand.

haruki mumbles something sounding like good morning but not quite. kazuha's smile drops for a quick second as he looks down to haruki's clothing. his friend wore a baggy shirt and boxers which was surprising due to the fact that kazuha knew school was in half an hour. haruki on the other hand, did not.

"uh," kazuha chuckles nervously, "you know school's in about thirty minutes?"

haruki's heart drops from the sound of the time and he is quickly rushing kazuha to pull off his shoes at the entranceway while he is running into his room to find clothes. kazuha walks into haruki's room that is plastered in posters, leaving no sign of the original color of the wall.

as haruki is zipping up his pants quickly, he looks up to kazuha, "happy birthday, by the way."

kazuha grins, "i was waiting for you to say that!"

haruki laughs softly, "you know i'd never forget. just gotta give me some time to wake up, alright?"

kazuha nods once more as haruki is pulling on two extremely mismatched socks (i mean, they weren't even the same length or texture. what the hell was he doing?). haruki is rushing to stuff things in his bag as he looks up at kazuha who is standing right by his bedside table.

"hand me the headphones and the walkman?"

haruki asks as he looks away to stuff his bag. kazuha sighs as he picks up the headphones and the machine to hand them to the boy.

"you know some might say that you'd make more friends if you didn't always have these on, ya know?"

haruki snorts, "yeah? and what would i do instead? hear people talking shit about me? no thank you."

kazuha pouts, "they don't do that."

"they most definitely do." haruki says before he zips his bag up and rushes to the entranceway as kazuha follows like a lost puppy.

"well, i don't really hear about it then. i'm sorry." kazuha says as he slips on his shoes next to haruki.

haruki nods as he pulls his car keys off the table near the door and he pauses in his steps, "how the fuck did you get here?"

"huh?"

"you can't drive and your bike isn't here so how did you?" haruki asks and kazuha sheepishly smiles as he shows a thumbs up.

"you did not fucking hitchhike."

kazuha nods as he and haruki leave the boy's home to head for school. as kazuha watches haruki throw his bag in the backseat of his car haruki speaks once again, "don't do that shit, kazuha. you could get hurt one of these days because of that."