out of the blue [kiyo]

[kyougoku setsuna]

you’re such a klutz, the blackette’s companion grumbled in obvious disdain, and setsuna forced a sheepish smile to settle over his features while keeping his eyes glued to the ground. mere minutes ago, he and his classmate, nishimura takeshi, were enjoying an afternoon in their physical education class; however, his innate clumsy nature often caused mishaps that resulted in frequent visits to the infirmary. the teacher decided to cycle through everyone in the class should setsuna injury himself to the point that he required assistance reaching the nurse. as the days wore on, his classmates began to grow more and more agitated with the petite teen’s numerous injuries. we’re here, nishimura growled out while reaching out one hand to force the door open.

thank you for the assistance, nishimura-kun, setsuna murmured as his classmate hastily withdrew the arm wrapped around his waist, and he briefly wondered if everyone hated having to touch him. was he so horrible that they all despised him? amethyst hued eyes widened in dismay at the mere thought. he tried to maintain pleasant relationships with everyone; he hated the very idea of having accidentally offended someone. perhaps he should look into taking a few gymnastic lessons. the aspiring photography vaguely remembered hearing that gymnasts needed phenomenal balance to even think about competing without injuring themselves, so gymnastics might be the necessary cure to his clumsy nature. however, if the solution were so simple, no one would subject themselves to living as the laughing stock of the classroom. petal pink lips twisted into a frown while he tipped his head to the side.

however, his thoughts were interrupted by nishimura grabbing his shoulder and shaking him. the other teen’s actions lead setsuna to applying pressure on his injured ankle which elicited a sharp cry of pain from the raven haired council member, and nishimura quickly released the blackette and uttered a hasty apology that sounded oddly insincere. he blinked rapidly to keep himself from crying while wondering if he imagined the sadistic grin that briefly flashed across his classmate’s tanned visage. after all, he did not want to burden the other teen with his petty insecurities, so he forced himself to smile and ignore the sharp needles of pain racing through his leg. it’s okay, nishimura-kun. i can make it the rest of the way, so you can return to class, setsuna mumbled with his cheeks painted a faint pastel pink hue that evoked soft chuckles from his classmate.

as nishimura walked away from him, the raven haired youth folded his arms over his chest and found himself pouting at the other’s blatant disregard to his well being. that was rude, he huffed out in mild annoyance; however, he instantly forgot about nishimura’s strange behavior once his gaze settled on the barely open door leading to the infirmary. setsuna sighed and let his hands drop back to his side. he hated visiting the nurse for a variety of reasons though the main being her direct relation to the councilor, jinguuji hayate. the older brunette frightened him, and he hated accidentally running into him due to jinguuji-sensei dropping by unannounced to visit with his cousin. setsuna shuddered. after a few more minutes of staring at the door, he reached out and forced the door to open enough to allow him access to the room hidden behind it.

setsuna jumped on his good foot the few steps necessary to enter the infirmary; however, as his gaze swept over the nearly empty room, he found himself unable to spot the nurse. the blackette heaved a sigh and let his eyes flutter closed, for he did not wish to deal with an empty, white room. his body instantly relaxed and fell back to collide with the wall behind him. maybe the nurse would arrive in a few minutes. violet colored eyes snapped open and began roving over the room again while a pout decorated the raven haired teen’s mien. blood instantly rushed to his cheeks once he caught sight of the other teen inside the infirmary, and he wondered how long the other male had been sitting and staring at him. setsuna realized that he probably looked like a total imbecile.

hello? he breathed out nervously with a faint smile replacing his pout. he mentally prayed for the nurse to hurry up and save him from causing himself further embarrassment because he could not escape with his throbbing ankle. maybe the navy haired youth would just ignore him; after all, setsuna believed himself to be nothing special despite what kaze-nii and deah constantly told him. he never managed to go a day without inflicting some physical damage to himself or making a fool of himself. the blackette sighed for the second time since arriving in the infirmary and wondered if he would be creating a new record for the number of injuries treated by the nurse; he hoped not.

[TSURUYA KIYOSHI]

[atrb=valign, top] just his luck. he should have figured that his body would have given out any day now. not in terms of dying so much as he was ill for what felt like the umpteenth time this year. he was starting to think that dying probably would have been a preferable solution to the tragedy from which he was suffering presently. he wanted to live, naturally. but like this? constantly getting sick without doing so much as going outside for a minute? it was certainly no life. he would have known that fact all too well. one little sneeze and it seemed to be sufficient to everyone as any that the indigo haired male was sick. kira seemed to know it especially. it definitely wasn't something he was particularly fond of at that either, he thought. it had been easier once upon a time when the others didn't have the faintest notion of how he really was. but he supposed there was nothing to be done about it now. what happened had happened. there was nothing more he could say about it in the end. soft coughs wracked his thin form, the third year merely leaning back into the pillows thoroughly defeated by the fever that now ravaged his body. he had disregarded the small sneeze at first - denying it had any significance. and before he had known it, kiyoshi had collapsed to the ground faster than people could manage to blink. needless to say, he wasn't pleased to wake up and find himself in the infirmary with absolutely no access to anything to occupy his busy hands. he needed to do work. he couldn't just sit here all day. he couldn't just remain still. relax. maybe others his age had such a privilege but he. he did not. he had the unnecessary weight of having to maintain a company on top of a club and on top of that, he had to make sure that his reputation continued to remain intact. something that was growing harder and harder by the day. people were starting to label him as the 'delicate' type rather than the two-faced host that his customers knew him to be. falling over every so often from illness must have been the cause of it, he thought. he had to make sure to avoid the host club at all costs if he had even the slightest inkling that he was ill. surely, they would just tote him away back to the infirmary that he was now. his breaths shuddering, the host moved just slightly as he tried to make himself sit up. he couldn't walk very well at all. but he couldn't... he couldn't just lie there all day. his body trembled, shakily remaining upright before he heard the sound of the door open once more. he heard not the sound of the nurse that had abandoned him to his own misery, but rather. a familiar voice. it sounded familiar anyway. like he had heard it before. he set his gaze upon the form of the other, soft blue eyes lingering on his thin body. he was pretty, he thought. pretty for a male anyway. if such a thought was appropriate to be thought. his face looked familiar too, yet he could not recognize it either. perhaps it derived from the delerium that had set itself upon him. a faint trace of pink colored his cheeks once he had realized that the other caught sight of his stare, the indigo haired teen quick to turn his gaze away. thought he hardly could admit that the color had all derived from the illness. he had been worried for nothing then. she wasn't coming back yet so perhaps he could make his quick escape. so to speak. kiyoshi was hit by a wave of nausea the minute he had sat up properly, his unfocused eyes trying to make sense of who the other was. he felt surprisingly familiar. as though he had met him before. "h- hello,

[/color]" he rasped, his voice scratchy and unpleasant to the ears. especially his own. had that really been his own voice? it sounded so much more foreign than he thought it would have been. "th- the nurse isn't ... here... she said... she'll come back...[/color]" he moved to lean back against the pillows once more, muscles crying in agony every time he tried to sit up. "i apologize."


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tags: zeit's prince suna!
notes: sleepy lilly is sleepy.
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[kyougoku setsuna]

oh, no! setsuna exclaimed while waving his hands wildly in front of himself. you don’t need to a-apologize since i r-really don’t mind w-waiting. violet hued eyes studied the indigo haired teen while he nibbled lightly on his bottom lip, for he found the seemingly older teen to be highly familiar. of course, a vast majority of the school population tended to have the same aura about them. his mother often complained about how abysmally he remembered people, and he tended to agree with her assessments. the only people that he could reliably recognize on sight where his family members, nadeah, and noa; everyone else tended to blur together and become one indistinguishable mob of faces. his lower lip jutted out to form a pout while he lifted one hand to twirl a lock of ink black hair around his finger. as the secretary on the student council, he needed to be able to recognize certain individuals on sight, and he dreaded even thinking about how the president would react to his failure.

a-ano… shouldn’t y-you still be in bed? he inquired with his pout morphing into a slight frown. from the other male’s voice, setsuna assumed that he was sick; however, his companion might always sound like that. or was that presumptuous of me? the blackette mumbled aloud with his cheeks turning a faint shade of red. amethyst tinted eyes lowered to stare at the floor while he resisted the urge to set his injured foot down. perhaps he should be the one sitting down, but he did not want to appear rude in front of his vaguely familiar companion. his eyes suddenly widened as a thought struck him. oh, he dearly hoped that the older teen did not belong to the host club because the president would never forgive him. the blackette whimpered softly and let his head fall back to hit the wall.

however, his sudden thought reminded him that he needed to deliver a set of forms to either the president or vice-president of the host club this afternoon. his eyes instantly darted to the clock, and he visibly flinched at the time. a mere thirty minutes remained of the school day. setsuna knew from experience that the nurse would not return to her office until after classes ended. with that thought in mind, the raven haired youth began imagining the various deaths the president of the student council would dish out. setsuna’s shoulders shifted up slightly as he sighed, and he allowed his gaze to drift back to his companion.

any-anyway… he began while plucking at the hem of his t-shirt. i’m kyougoku setsuna. more blood rushed to his cheeks as he bowed to the older teen, and the blackette briefly contemplated remaining in that position. however, despite his nerves and uncertainty, setsuna resumed his former position. he clasped his hands together to keep them from twitching and added, are you certain that you don’t need to lay down? you look a little pale. should i try to find the nurse for you? or am i bothering you? i can wait out in the hall if you would prefer that.

ooc: sorry for the length and utter crap of a post.

[TSURUYA KIYOSHI]

[atrb=valign, top] as the other stammered on, the host club president could only watch. the other's lips would part every so often, the words coming broken as he tried to speak. the edges of his lips twitched upward, his eyes lowered to the crinkled bed sheets from behind the thin lenses of his glasses. the expression felt almost foreign, though it seemed to suit his face more than when he was upset. how long had it been since he had last smiled? genuinely smiled? it felt strange almost, he thought. or perhaps he was just easier to entertain when he was ill. "i'm aware,

[/color]" he answered gently, his voice broken by a series of coughs. his chest was hurting. did they ever leave any medicine around before they had left? ugh... he supposed they very well wouldn't have that either. shame. "i felt the need to apologize regardless.[/color]"

he watched the other a bit quietly, wondering why he had arrived at the infirmary at all. he looked as though he had arrived from physical education - something he didn't partake in due to swimming. had he hurt himself in the process then? he looked fine. he wasn't putting complete pressure on his foot though on one leg. did he hurt his ankle or the foot entirely? eyes focused on him quietly, debating his route of action. he supposed he could have very well helped him out if he wasn't in such a pitiful state. "i am in bed. just not lying down. don't worry about me though.[/color]" he answered simply, his own cheeks flushed with color but more or less from fever.

kyougoku setsuna. the name sounded familiar enough. if he was correct, the other was on the student council. he didn't really so much have an issue with the council itself but rather the president. there were unsaid words between the two of them. to which, he refused to ever continue to acknowledge. they were friends once upon a time. but things changed. people changed. he clasped his hands together in his lap, the indigo haired teen merely shaking his head no in reply to the other's continual questions before he gestured to the chair not far from his bed. "i'm only sick. you should sit down before you ruin your ankle entirely. injuries like those are permanent if you don't take care of it properly, you know.[/color]"

he moved to lean back into the pillows, merely offering a tired smile of consolation. student council or not, he really couldn't wish ill upon him for being a part of the brigade that held his utmost distaste. he did not fit the host club himself, he realized. but it was a nice place to be. he liked it, however insane things could become. every single person in that club was important to him though he knew it might not have been the same way around. to him, they were the only people that did care about him. something he liked more than disliked although so rarely showed it. and yet, the president still sought to dissolve it. he wouldn't understand, he thought. most people wouldn't and couldn't.

he merely let a small sigh pass his lips, soft coughs escaping his form before a loud sneeze escaped him. he reached for the nearest tissue box, pulling one out and promptly cleaning up after himself before he looked to the other again. "i would appreciate it if you kept me company actually. although, i understand if you wouldn't really want to be around me. considering the fact i'm sick." he sniffled, tugging out another tissue and holding it to cover his mouth. "if you aren't too busy standing over there." the host teased gently, shifting in the bed slightly before tugging the bed sheets up a bit further over his thin form. he supposed he wouldn't have been appealing if he went into the host club like this. perhaps it was better for him to be in the infirmary.

sort of anyway. "we've met before, kyougoku-kun. it's fine that you don't remember me though. my name is tsuruya kiyoshi. pleasure to meet you again.[/b]"

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words: idk!
tags: zeit's prince suna!
notes: sleepy lilly is sleepy.
credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn

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