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"Does everyone have plans already for the summer break?" A whiney voice sighs. Clad in a red, Chinese style maid dress, he toys with his head accessory. Knowing his excellent peers, surely all of them are planning to do something beneficial.
"I don't have much planned, but... I think I'll probably be studying," A younger boy with blue hair replied, taking a cookie from the dessert tray, "Kiku-senpai, do you not have any plans?"
"He probably planned to stream a lot." Another boy butted in. His pink hair is tied neatly in a bun, with every move exuding sheer elegance.
"Of course! This Kiku Shumei, after all! Yay!" Kiku brought his hands up and gave them a peace sign.
The Heirs' Boys Maid Club. They are done with their club activities— serving each other in turns. In the end, to celebrate the fact that they'll be returning home tomorrow for summer break, they decided to have a little tea party.
"Since it's the summer break... I can't wait for the summer festival." A blond boy replied, a bright yet polite smile on his face.
"Eh? Even a prince like you goes to summer festivals, Cénoir-senpai?" The blue haired had to cover his eyes with his hand. The prince like aura was too strong that it made it seem like he was a beaming 90000 lumen flashlight.
Aimery chuckles, "I have went a few times."
"Right! Should we go to the summer festival together?" Kiku suggests. Everyone's face brightened up.
"I think it's a great idea. Right, Ranto-dono?" Aimery replied, turning to the blue haired boy beside him.
"I agree! We should go together!" Ranto added, "Himeutsugi-senpai is going too, right?"
A boy had been listening in silence since earlier. Most of his hair covers one upper side of his face. He sighs as he put down his teacup.
"...I guess it's not much trouble." Rei replied exasperatedly.
"Should we make plans, then?" The pink haired boy asked, a sweet smile radiating his elegance.
"As expected from the student's council secretary and out beloved princess, Kisaki Yoka-jou! Write it down, write it down!" Kiku clapped his hands, while Yoka reaches for his notebook in his bag.
Amidst of making their plans and discussing things, Yoka paid attention to someone who hadn't said anything since earlier. He took little glances, trying not to stare. But the boy kept his eyes on him.
His hands which were fiddling with the dog tag around his neck paused as their eyes met. Both of them looked away from each other.
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"Thank you for today!" Ranto bowed slightly to his two seniors who were left on cleaning duty. The door shut with a quiet click. The atmosphere, which was merry a moment ago, had went silent.
"Well, I guess we better start cleaning, right, Rou?" Yoka stretched his arms as he stood up. Rou also stood up, and he picked up the used dessert plates.
They worked in silence. Usually it wasn't like this, but somehow something was strange. Even then, they understood each other well enough to part the tasks without even needing to say anything.
"Yoka."
Yoka glanced his way. He was holding the cups he just rinsed, neatly placed in a tray. He held it from the bottom, the tray neatly placed flat on his palm. If he grips it, it'll shatter. Yoka's eyes briefly darted towards the tray. Now that's a hazard.
"What is it, Rou?" He asks, as he pauses in wiping the table and steps over. He takes the tray from him, and Rou lets him be.
"If you don't want to go, you should say it." Rou replied, watching as Yoka places the tray on the table. He doesn't pause, nor does he replies. He only smiles.
"It'd be troublesome, but I do want to go. I'll get my way however it takes." Yoka replied as he dries the cups with a rag. Rou sighs. He fetched another rag and helped Yoka with his task.
"If they mention about safety and all that, you know you have me." He mutters as he picked up a cup and sat beside Yoka. The boy's bright smile had softened into a softer one.
Kisaki Yoka. A last child, born into the family that owns KISAKI Jewelry. His brothers and parents had always been strict. Don't do this, don't do that. You're wasting your time, it's for your own good. That's why he hates this even though he does want to spend time with his friends— he's sure he'll get an earful. He had learned to not listen too much, but it still hurts a little.
"Of course I know I have you, Rou. But they will still nag, won't they? It can't be avoided. But I'll still go even if they don't allow me to." Yoka shrugs, "Hmm. Maybe I should wear a yukata..."
CRASH!
"Ah, I'm so sorry..." Rou muttered as he stood up. He had accidentally crushed a cup again.
"Geez, Rou. Again? I thought you were getting better at controlling your strength." Yoka stood up and reached for his hand. There was a cut on his finger, a shard of glass stuck on it.
"Are you okay? My, look at this... We should treat that first." Yoka rushed to the drawer at the side of the clubroom where they kept the first aid.
Yoka came back and sat down, pulling the boy along with him by his hand.
For some reason, he didn't feel the pain while Yoka pulled out the tiny shard with a pair of tweezers. His eyes were focused on that serious face, eyebrows furrowing just slightly as his steady, slender hands grips around the tweezers. A strand of hair had fallen over his face, framing it with such beauty.
Breathtaking. Must be why he accidentally gripped the cup too hard when an image of Yoka in a yukata popped into his mind.
"...ou."
"...Rou!" He snapped out of his thoughts as Yoka shook his shoulder. The cut had been neatly plastered with bandaid, and he didn't feel any pain, at all.
"What's with you today? You're zoning out." He sighs as he packed up the first aid kit, "I've already patched it up, so you should go and clean your mess. I'll handle the cups."
"Y—yes." He stutters— god, he just stuttered!— as he abruptly stood up and grabbed a broom.
He hopes his face isn't red.
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