Where It All Started (flashback log)
tsubasa-senpai:
His first day of high school began with a lecture from the student council. The president had complained about his hair, his piercings and accessories, his shirt, his lack of a school blazer, his baggy, untrimmed trousers — everything from head to toe that Basa had decided was a better revised version of the school uniform. To be honest, he had no intentions to change. But the student council had been insistent and even demanded for a written apology and Basa honestly would have punched someone if not for the first year who had stepped in to help convince the president and spared him from the trouble.
Today was his second day, and so far his revised dress code only seems to be earning glances from his fellow classmates. It felt suffocating to have his shirt done up to the second button, to wear that navy blue blazer ironed way too straight and rigid for his comfort, that strange, lonely feeling of no longer being able to step onto the cuffs of his trousers as he walked — it was altogether a little uncomfortable to him but nothing he can’t deal with. It definitely wasn’t that he wanted to repay that first year for helping him out, and definitely not because he found it rather endearing how they stuttered and stumbled over their words when they spoke up for him yesterday (ah, his cheeks were kind of flushed too...), it was definitely just because it would make him feel bad if someone were to get into trouble because of him. And over something as trivial as the dress code? He wasn’t that much of a pansy.
Turning round the corner, Basa was just about to slip into his own classroom when a familiar figure caught the corner of his eye. Light pink hair and bright purple eyes that you could never miss, the first year seemed to be struggling with the large stack of books that were threatening to topple over any second now. He changes direction and heads their way in large, confident strides, never forgetting his signature smile before giving them a light tap on the shoulder. “Hey, do you need any help with carrying those~?”
He didn’t really think he’d have to do much work as the first year representative but well, his second day on the job proved him wrong. He was already carrying books - a pile of it, in fact - from his classroom to the student council room. Ah, the student council. One day, he was definitely going to hold a higher position than his current one! Truth be told, Kee wasn’t really that ambitious. He did like the attention, though, and he figured holding a higher position would be better. Maybe next year, he can be vice president under the current one! The vice president was definitely better than the current, scary president.
Ah, he didn’t really want to to go see him at the moment. The Student Council president wasn’t really happy with his actions yesterday, but really, it was just a simple dress code … disorder. Okay, so the redhead went a bit overboard, but it was just the first day! Plus he looked cool wearing it like that … not that him, as a first year representative, didn’t say anything about it! He just convinced the president not to give the boy a penalty, and that was that. It definitely didn’t have to do with how attracted he was to the boy’s red hair or anything. Nor his deep red eyes. And he definitely didn’t notice him during the opening ceremony. Of course not, how could he, in the midst of all those students?
A tap made him stop, jumping slightly at the sudden contact with his shoulder. Kee turned around, looking up at the taller boy in confusion. He was smiling at him, and Kee couldn’t deny he looked good, but he was pretty sure he’d never met him before. He stood there, wrinkling his eyebrows, staring at him. And then it clicked. Red hair, red eyes, how could he forget?
“It’s you!” The books almost toppled over, but Kee quickly kept them propped up with the help of his knee. Once he’d balanced the pile of books again, he looked up at the boy with a smile. “You look really different now! I was planning on convincing you to change after a while, but I’m glad you wore it properly~” He did look better like this, didn’t he? Cleaner, more proper but still a bit loose, like that one button left open. Ah, well, he wasn’t that strict. “Oh! The books, right. Then you can just take some of it, if you don’t mind!” Kee stood in his spot, letting Basa take the books he’d help him with. “I don’t think I caught your name …?”
