The Lazy Type

to change myself

Mirai scowled at Kyoya.

Finally, Fuyumi's giggling stopped, signalling an end to Mirai and Kyoya's silent conversation.

"Mirai?"

"Yes, Fuyu-nee?"

"Will you be free on the twenty one of June?"

Mirai didn't even hesitate to nod, "Yeah, why?"

With a bright smile, Fuyumi lifted her hand up, drawing Kyoya and Mirai's attention to the golden ring littered in jade gemstones on her hand.

Mirai quickly pieced the puzzle together.

Extra cheery? Check.

Constant laughter? Check.

Ring on the finger? Check.

Obviously, Fuyumi was getting married.

"You're getting married?" Kyoya finally asked, surprised littered in his tone, "To Shido-san? Does father know?"

Mirai kicked Kyoya, causing the boy to grunt in pain.

The Komuro heir turned to give Fuyumi a smirk, "I see Shido finally put a ring on it."

Fuyumi tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, smile as bright as ever, "Yes, finally," she repeated.

Mirai gave a dramatic sigh, "Does this mean we're breaking up Fuyu-nee?"

Fuyumi giggled, "Alas, you didn't propose," she played along.

"But I like you, my darling," Mirai lamented.

"May this be a lesson to you, Mirai."

"Huh?"

"The next time you like someone, put a ring on 'em," and with a cheeky smile, Fuyumi brought the two young boys in a hug, "You two are going to be my flower boys."

"The term you're looking for is actually flower girls, Fuyu-nee."

"Also," Kyoya finally spoke, "Only girls are allowed to be flower girls. It's symbolic and traditional."

"I'm the one getting married, so I decide."

Mirai couldn't help but smile.

Really, out of all Kyoya's siblings, Fuyumi had to be his favorite. She was simply...impossible to not like.

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"I don't know what I want in life right now. Whether it be to take over my father's business or pursue modelling more seriously. I don't know. All I know is that right now, in this moment, I want to be Kyoya Ootori's best friend. I want to be Haruhi Fujioka's friend. I want to be someone who lives in the moment."

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It was dark.

Dark.

He couldn't see.

Mirai struggled against his captors who had placed a sack over his head, cutting off his sight.

"Lemme go! Do you have any idea who my best friend is? I will sue you!"

Of course, that didn't work.

The next thing Mirai knew, he was shoved into a vehicle.

"Be quiet, kid," an oddly gentle voice ordered.