[ It's just a bit of fictional sentimentalism combined with its solitude that makes the rooftop Mayuzumi's hangout of choice. He doesn't genuinely expect he'll ever have a brush with destiny on one; that kind of thing only happens in stories.
Even when he knows a meeting kind of like that is a certainty in his future; sooner or later, the guy whose name is inscribed on his inner thigh will turn up (what's with that perverted location anyway? Yet another one of those things where reality doesn't line up with popular romantic fantasy.) He's never bothered to investigate the name to try and find his soulmate; unlike some of his classmates, he doesn't feel any need to rush to abandoning his comfortable solitary habits. He's got plenty of other things to occupy his time in life with and then there's university entrance exam hell looming just around the corner too, so why not enjoy freedom in his fleeting youth while he can?
Besides, if they're genuinely meant to be then fate will do the heavy lifting in bringing them together without any additional effort on his part. And considering the context with which he's actually heard the guy's name spoken out loud by someone else for the first time recently, he really hasn't been in much of a mood to pursue his destiny.
But that's not really the kind of fate that's on his mind at the moment; instead it's of course just his luck that someone would have to show up and yank him out of the book he was reading right when he got to the good part. He glances up to take in who's interrupting, and he pauses, caught by eyes and hair that are a red made lurid when backed by blue and white skies. This guy's... ]
That's right.
[ ...Mayuzumi doesn't know who the hell this guy is, actually, and turns his gaze back down to his book, reading a few more lines while waiting for the guy to explain himself.
Even if that startling red's immediately been burned into his vision and still lingering as an afterimage, inexplicably familiar. ]
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Even when he knows a meeting kind of like that is a certainty in his future; sooner or later, the guy whose name is inscribed on his inner thigh will turn up (what's with that perverted location anyway? Yet another one of those things where reality doesn't line up with popular romantic fantasy.) He's never bothered to investigate the name to try and find his soulmate; unlike some of his classmates, he doesn't feel any need to rush to abandoning his comfortable solitary habits. He's got plenty of other things to occupy his time in life with and then there's university entrance exam hell looming just around the corner too, so why not enjoy freedom in his fleeting youth while he can?
Besides, if they're genuinely meant to be then fate will do the heavy lifting in bringing them together without any additional effort on his part. And considering the context with which he's actually heard the guy's name spoken out loud by someone else for the first time recently, he really hasn't been in much of a mood to pursue his destiny.
But that's not really the kind of fate that's on his mind at the moment; instead it's of course just his luck that someone would have to show up and yank him out of the book he was reading right when he got to the good part. He glances up to take in who's interrupting, and he pauses, caught by eyes and hair that are a red made lurid when backed by blue and white skies. This guy's... ]
That's right.
[ ...Mayuzumi doesn't know who the hell this guy is, actually, and turns his gaze back down to his book, reading a few more lines while waiting for the guy to explain himself.
Even if that startling red's immediately been burned into his vision and still lingering as an afterimage, inexplicably familiar. ]