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That was the impression most people held of the prestigious Shindou family of Inazuma-cho. The monumental, white-walled house was reminiscent of manors that showed up in romantic novels; the sharply dressed butler and maids that could be witnessed in the front courtyard sometimes were, some would whisper as if it made completely sense, "the real deal." The family itself had a lineage that could be traced back nearly two hundred years to the beginning of the Japanese census system (though many would rumor that it probably actually went back further), and many liked to whisper that the family probably had connections to some royalty in the countries of Europe. Although those were, in fact, simply rumors.
The students of Raimon Junior High were especially convinced of the strictness of the household when Shindou Takuto walked the halls of the school. An honor student with high test scores, good grades, and while he no longer held the position he was once the captain of the legendary Raimon Soccer Club. In an era when soccer determined the worth and status of the individual, it made perfect sense that the heir of the Shindou family would attend the school that started the legend and even be a genius at the sport. Between everything else and also his national recognition as a talented pianist, people would simply call him a genius but also voice their sympathy about how much pressure he must be under as they imagined the hours of studying and practicing he must be forced to endure under parents that demanded nothing short of perfection. "He probably has no time to have fun," they said.
But those were, in fact, just rumors. Contrary to popular belief, Takuto's parents were especially enthusiastic about their son socializing. They encouraged play dates with his pink haired best friend, and when Hamano from class first invited him to go fishing his mother had fussed about trying to get him completely geared up (he politely declined that offer, out of embarrassment). And when in his second year of middle school they discovered that Takuto had gotten himself a boyfriend of all things (if he had been trying to be secretive about it, it sure didn't work against his mother), Mrs Shindou had simply been ecstatic.
So when he came up to them requesting that he be allowed to spend the weekend at said boyfriend's house (not that he said it was a boyfriend, as he was still trying to be sneaky about it like a teenager), it really was no surprise to anybody that they -- his mother, mainly -- okayed it with a bright smile and offering a box of cookies that had just arrived from Paris for him to take. And that is how Shindou Takuto had ended up at Tsurugi Kyousuke's house this one weekend, perched just a little nervously on the floor of the boy's bedroom in his pajamas after taking a bath, eying the pile of snacks laid out in front of him with wide-eyed curiosity and fascination.]
... and you bought all of these just for this weekend, Tsurugi?
The rumors Tsurugi had heard around the school were numerous. Some saying that the Shindous OWNED Raimon (one Tsurugi denounced as wrong, as the word RAIMON was in the name and that belonged to a different group). Some saying that Shindou was related to royalty, and while that one seemed a little more believable in Tsurugi's eyes, he chalked it up to the rest of the things he'd heard. Everything from his parents attitudes to the lack of fun atmosphere that the Shindou surname seemed to give didn't properly match up to the smile that Shindou wore everytime he went home.
It didn't match up to Tenma's description of his house or the impressions his own visit had given. It was a large house, it was a wealthy family...but it was full of nothing but love for their son.
And the rumors turned out to be just that.
Rumors.
At first, it made Tsurugi slightly intimidated. He wasn't delusional--he knew Shindou came from a higher class family, and while it'd taken some time for him to adjust to that...to really find himself worthy of a relationship like that, he'd realized that Shindou often fell silent during conversations when it came to 'normal' things. He had vague knowledge of things like convenience stores or vending machines, and some snacks that weren't just things that Kirino had shown him in passing often went over his head.
Not that he wasn't interested, though--quite the contrary. He possessed the same amount of excitement for things like his mother had, and while it went unspoken, the way his eyes lit up when Kirino offered him a stick of pocky was telling enough that Shindou could use a little crash course in being a kid.
Things...Tsurugi still has to learn himself, albeit in different areas.]
Yeah.
[He's soon to join him, fully washed and in pajamas as well. His hair, which normally stood on end and up in a ponytail, now fell around his shoulders lazily, tangled at the ends but otherwise much softer and silkier than usual. His tone's warm, as he reaches to take one of the sweets--a pack of fun dip--and idly inspect it.]
You...haven't had a lot of these before, right?
[He'd gotten a few hints from Kirino, and some recommendations at the vending machine from Tenma. Seems like this was more of a group effort than he was letting on.]
It'd be fun to try them with you, if you'd like...I've never had anyone sleep over, before.
To be eating snacks after changing into pajamas...
[The Shindou life was not strict, but it was structured, and it had rules like any other household. Takuto had responsibilities such as studying and practicing the piano, and dinner was always at a specific hour and he wouldn't be allowed snacks after. They were hardly restrictive, and Takuto had no disagreements with any of it, but encounters with anything that differed from that structure always peaked his curiosity.
He reaches for one of the colorful boxes lying on the table, recognizing the stick-shaped snack covered in chocolate as Pocky, though this one is in a different flavor than the milk chocolate or strawberry ones Kirino always chose.]
[Shindou's curiosity is met with a soft smile of his own, eyes closing in slight contemplation as he mulls over how to phrase this. Maybe it was because Tsurugi was so short on words as it is, he had to choose the correct ones, and certainly no more than necessary. His fingers drift over the box of pocky, sliding along the edge of it and fiddling with the perforated edge.]
Most of the time, no. My parents often wanted us to make sure we didn't eat after we got ready for bed.
[But his face grows warmer at this part eyes opening as he punctures that perforated seal on the box, quietly opening it to reveal the packet of pocky inside.]
But if it was a special occasion, like New Years or if we had special company over, we'd ask.
[In Shindou's eyes, perforated boxes that opened without the necessity to tear the cardboard was absolutely artful. With minimal waste, you could maintain the shape of the original packaging so that if you wanted to save the snack for a later time, you could do so without having to find another container for it. They weren't as sturdy as some of the boxes his parents' friends brought them cookies in, but they were creative and fun.
His eyes glimmer with curiosity as he watches Tsurugi open the box, widening at the way the plastic packet peeks out once the "top" is pulled back.
The smile on his face is like that of a small child, a contrast from the sharp, serious look of the team's tactician that he wore during the day.]
... I agree. It's special for me, too.
As long as we brush our teeth very carefully after.
[Tsurugi takes note of Shindou's attentiveness as his finger breaks the perforated seal, the way his eyes seem to light up when the package is pulled out just enough so that he can peel open the plastic and reveal the breadstick ends of the Pocky. In his eyes, this was nostalgia, and a fond memory, not entirely mundane but also nothing truly groundbreaking. But to Shindou, he can only imagine how many times he's even had the snack, let alone this flavour or in such a casual way. Kirino, probably, had something to do with his knowledge of snacks alone.
But most of this would be fun to watch...and a part of him can't help but love the idea of an entire night of Shindou excited like this.]
Very carefully. And no cutting corners on the times.
[Something he remembers he tried to do--and was caught by Yuuichi--when he was young.]
Here.
[The Box of exposed Pocky is offered to him, allowing him to pull the first one.]
It's matcha flavoured. I tried to get ones other than just chocolate....
[The way Tsurugi says it, Shindou can immediately imagine that it's spoken from experience. There must've been a day years back, with his older brother, where one of them tried to cheat on time. And he thinks he's looking that one in the eyes right now as he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling, reaching for the offered snack.
He holds it much like a conductor might hold his baton, the stick-shaped biscuit held delicately between his thumb and two of his fingers, before he turns it around to bite into the opposite, cream-covered end.]
[You may not have known this, Shindou, but Tsurugi was quite the little brat back in the day--words Yuuichi would never describe him as, though. To his older brother, Kyousuke was just as perfect in his eyes as Yuuichi was to Kyousuke himself.
It's not something he likes to openly talk about. Who knows how people like Hamano and Tenma would react to such news.
His eyes follow Shindou's fingers, the familiarity of God's Baton shows in how he holds the single stick of Pocky, bringing it towards him to bite at the tip. Tsurugi's eyes widen when Shindou's reaction is...excitement, feeling his heart practically leap out from his chest.
All that over being exactly what the box claimed. Shindou really was as endearing as he thought.]
Well, we can't fault them for false advertising. [As he goes to take one himself, nibbling on it just as delicately.]
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Sleepover at the Tsurugi household!
That was the impression most people held of the prestigious Shindou family of Inazuma-cho. The monumental, white-walled house was reminiscent of manors that showed up in romantic novels; the sharply dressed butler and maids that could be witnessed in the front courtyard sometimes were, some would whisper as if it made completely sense, "the real deal." The family itself had a lineage that could be traced back nearly two hundred years to the beginning of the Japanese census system (though many would rumor that it probably actually went back further), and many liked to whisper that the family probably had connections to some royalty in the countries of Europe. Although those were, in fact, simply rumors.
The students of Raimon Junior High were especially convinced of the strictness of the household when Shindou Takuto walked the halls of the school. An honor student with high test scores, good grades, and while he no longer held the position he was once the captain of the legendary Raimon Soccer Club. In an era when soccer determined the worth and status of the individual, it made perfect sense that the heir of the Shindou family would attend the school that started the legend and even be a genius at the sport. Between everything else and also his national recognition as a talented pianist, people would simply call him a genius but also voice their sympathy about how much pressure he must be under as they imagined the hours of studying and practicing he must be forced to endure under parents that demanded nothing short of perfection. "He probably has no time to have fun," they said.
But those were, in fact, just rumors. Contrary to popular belief, Takuto's parents were especially enthusiastic about their son socializing. They encouraged play dates with his pink haired best friend, and when Hamano from class first invited him to go fishing his mother had fussed about trying to get him completely geared up (he politely declined that offer, out of embarrassment). And when in his second year of middle school they discovered that Takuto had gotten himself a boyfriend of all things (if he had been trying to be secretive about it, it sure didn't work against his mother), Mrs Shindou had simply been ecstatic.
So when he came up to them requesting that he be allowed to spend the weekend at said boyfriend's house (not that he said it was a boyfriend, as he was still trying to be sneaky about it like a teenager), it really was no surprise to anybody that they -- his mother, mainly -- okayed it with a bright smile and offering a box of cookies that had just arrived from Paris for him to take. And that is how Shindou Takuto had ended up at Tsurugi Kyousuke's house this one weekend, perched just a little nervously on the floor of the boy's bedroom in his pajamas after taking a bath, eying the pile of snacks laid out in front of him with wide-eyed curiosity and fascination.]
... and you bought all of these just for this weekend, Tsurugi?
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The rumors Tsurugi had heard around the school were numerous. Some saying that the Shindous OWNED Raimon (one Tsurugi denounced as wrong, as the word RAIMON was in the name and that belonged to a different group). Some saying that Shindou was related to royalty, and while that one seemed a little more believable in Tsurugi's eyes, he chalked it up to the rest of the things he'd heard. Everything from his parents attitudes to the lack of fun atmosphere that the Shindou surname seemed to give didn't properly match up to the smile that Shindou wore everytime he went home.
It didn't match up to Tenma's description of his house or the impressions his own visit had given. It was a large house, it was a wealthy family...but it was full of nothing but love for their son.
And the rumors turned out to be just that.
Rumors.
At first, it made Tsurugi slightly intimidated. He wasn't delusional--he knew Shindou came from a higher class family, and while it'd taken some time for him to adjust to that...to really find himself worthy of a relationship like that, he'd realized that Shindou often fell silent during conversations when it came to 'normal' things. He had vague knowledge of things like convenience stores or vending machines, and some snacks that weren't just things that Kirino had shown him in passing often went over his head.
Not that he wasn't interested, though--quite the contrary. He possessed the same amount of excitement for things like his mother had, and while it went unspoken, the way his eyes lit up when Kirino offered him a stick of pocky was telling enough that Shindou could use a little crash course in being a kid.
Things...Tsurugi still has to learn himself, albeit in different areas.]
Yeah.
[He's soon to join him, fully washed and in pajamas as well. His hair, which normally stood on end and up in a ponytail, now fell around his shoulders lazily, tangled at the ends but otherwise much softer and silkier than usual. His tone's warm, as he reaches to take one of the sweets--a pack of fun dip--and idly inspect it.]
You...haven't had a lot of these before, right?
[He'd gotten a few hints from Kirino, and some recommendations at the vending machine from Tenma. Seems like this was more of a group effort than he was letting on.]
It'd be fun to try them with you, if you'd like...I've never had anyone sleep over, before.
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[The Shindou life was not strict, but it was structured, and it had rules like any other household. Takuto had responsibilities such as studying and practicing the piano, and dinner was always at a specific hour and he wouldn't be allowed snacks after. They were hardly restrictive, and Takuto had no disagreements with any of it, but encounters with anything that differed from that structure always peaked his curiosity.
He reaches for one of the colorful boxes lying on the table, recognizing the stick-shaped snack covered in chocolate as Pocky, though this one is in a different flavor than the milk chocolate or strawberry ones Kirino always chose.]
It's okay at your home?
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Most of the time, no. My parents often wanted us to make sure we didn't eat after we got ready for bed.
[But his face grows warmer at this part eyes opening as he punctures that perforated seal on the box, quietly opening it to reveal the packet of pocky inside.]
But if it was a special occasion, like New Years or if we had special company over, we'd ask.
...
I think this counts as special.
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His eyes glimmer with curiosity as he watches Tsurugi open the box, widening at the way the plastic packet peeks out once the "top" is pulled back.
The smile on his face is like that of a small child, a contrast from the sharp, serious look of the team's tactician that he wore during the day.]
... I agree. It's special for me, too.
As long as we brush our teeth very carefully after.
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But most of this would be fun to watch...and a part of him can't help but love the idea of an entire night of Shindou excited like this.]
Very carefully. And no cutting corners on the times.
[Something he remembers he tried to do--and was caught by Yuuichi--when he was young.]
Here.
[The Box of exposed Pocky is offered to him, allowing him to pull the first one.]
It's matcha flavoured. I tried to get ones other than just chocolate....
OOPS
He holds it much like a conductor might hold his baton, the stick-shaped biscuit held delicately between his thumb and two of his fingers, before he turns it around to bite into the opposite, cream-covered end.]
... !
Tsurugi! It really is matcha!
[What was he expecting? Who knows.]
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It's not something he likes to openly talk about. Who knows how people like Hamano and Tenma would react to such news.
His eyes follow Shindou's fingers, the familiarity of God's Baton shows in how he holds the single stick of Pocky, bringing it towards him to bite at the tip. Tsurugi's eyes widen when Shindou's reaction is...excitement, feeling his heart practically leap out from his chest.
All that over being exactly what the box claimed. Shindou really was as endearing as he thought.]
Well, we can't fault them for false advertising. [As he goes to take one himself, nibbling on it just as delicately.]
I've seen all kinds of flavours. Lychee, Peach...