kiramekiouji((OOC: So, Willow prompted me awhile ago and then I wrote this thing. Then I loved it enough to want to share it, and Willow wanted to bounce a taggity session off it, and after a bit of talk, I decided to sell it as a "joint post". I hope you guys are all alright with that. In case it's not, tell me and I'll private it between the two of us. You can tag both characters - if you want to -, in the aftermath, or straight after the cut off, I'm okay with everything. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this. I hope the colors are okay.
The prompt was, as follows: first day back at school, Gareki chooses to sit by Rin at lunch and Yogi feels passed over so he takes it on himself to say hi, wherein draping himself over him and proceeding to be his normal self))
YOGI
[When September finally rolled around, Yogi had been ecstatic. Finally, finally back in school, back with his friends and everyone he cares about. Not that he doesn’t care about Hirato, or Tsukitachi, but he really just misses his friends, each moment they are not together. Especially Gareki. Everyone, really, but especially Gareki. And since this is Yogi’s last year, he just wants to enjoy it with the people he loves. One last year together, before they split apart and enter the real world.
So when September comes and the halls of Hogwarts open again, one blonde Hufflepuff (not like there’s that many of those) can be seen bouncing around the corridors, giggly and happy and greeting everyone. He spent most of the morning draped over people’s shoulders and is now heading to lunch. It’s a tradition with him and Gareki to sit together during some of the meals, and the Ravenclaw table is pretty much used to him hijacking them on a regular basis.
What he doesn’t, however, expect, is to not see the familiar mop of black hair at the usual spot at the blue-bronze table. Momentarily he’s struck with disorientation, looking around for his best friend. Is Gareki skipping lunch? Yogi doesn’t know about that. But then he spots his best friend over at… huh. The Slytherin table? Gareki never sat at the Slytherin table before. Yogi knows his best friend has a friend or two in the serpentine house, but he never sat at their table before. Very strange. Very unusual.
Yogi cocks his head to the right.
He needs to know more about this.
A mischievous smile spreads on his face, as he approaches the table with long strides, hoping to pounce on Gareki, but as he comes closer, the people and their expressions become more apparent and… well… Yogi stops dead in his steps, when he notices the gentle expression on his best friend’s face.
Gareki is… almost… smiling…
The blue eyes are tinkling strangely and there’s a hint of color on the otherwise pale cheeks. The boy next to him, a redhead with very scary teeth, is grinning, talking animatedly. They look… happy.
Something strange and painful pulls at Yogi’s heart at the same moment as the warm feeling of happiness makes him smile. It confuses him. Why would he feel pain, if his friend is obviously happy? Gareki desperately needs more friends to make him happy, Yogi has always thought that. But Gareki is almost smiling and Yogi can recount the times that has happened on the fingers of one hand, each and every one of them a precious, guarded and treasured memory. It makes him feel strange to not be a part of it, and at the same time curious.
He really needs to know this person.
So without further ado, he puts the grin back into it’s place and bounces towards the table, not bothering to announce himself. That would spoil the surprise.]
Here you are! I was wondering where you were!
[It says something about his and Gareki’s friendship, that the other boy doesn’t even flinch, a thing, that cannot be said about the rest of the table. Especially the redhead looks like he just spit his heart out.]
Merlin’s bloody beard, are you INSANE?!
[Yogi flashes him his brightest grin and slides effortlessly between them.]
Hi! We don’t know each other yet, but I’m Yogi, Gareki’s best friend and you seem to be close, so I thought I should introduce myself! You are?
[The redhead just scowls. Hm, guarded like Gareki then? Yogi wonders how they spend time together.]
Rin.
[The redhead - Rin - finally grumbles, so quiet that Yogi almost doesn’t catch it. Oh, he’s shy then? That’s cute! Yogi smiles encouragingly and quips.]
Hi Rin!
[Rin looks away and across the table. Yogi follows his gaze and sees a brunette with an unusual shade of blue eyes share a look with Rin. Oh, wordless communication, that’s pretty cool! So Rin is able to form such a kind of bond? Maybe that’s how he communicates with Gareki as well? There’s that strange pull again, but the part of Yogi, that appreciates the beauty of such a bond, is stronger.
He waves a hand at the brunette in greeting.]
Hi!
[The brunette’s face goes blank. Oh, he’s shy too then? Maybe all Slytherin’s are and that’s why they keep their distance from everyone? Aww, that’s cute! He tells them this aloud. They stare some more.]
RIN
[After the first five minutes Rin is pretty sure, that he actually died and landed in hell.
Because.
Yogi. Won’t. Stop. Talking!
The words just flow out of the blonde’s mouth in a torrent now, and he’s practically draped over Rin, as he keeps talking and talking, while still being able to eat without being disgusting and Merlin how does he do that? Rin is pretty sure he looks pleadingly at Gareki several times, but it turns out his… what are they exactly? … his no-idea-what-but-not-actually-important-right-now is a little shit and just ignores him completely. If Rin didn’t know better, he’d say the Ravenclaw is trying not to laugh at him. The nerve of him!
What’s worse, Rin’s head is starting to hurt and he’s starving. Sousuke has dragged him out on the broom this morning and Rin had said yes, because why not, and he obviously had no idea it would turn into a competition, because it’s not like everything turns into a competition with them. He’s tired and starving, and Yogi is making his head hurt.
Okay, but the way this guy keeps talking is getting creepy. Creepier than Sousuke’s schoolboy crush on their coach, which Rin sometimes could swear is reciprocated (and okay no, he did not need that mental image over his lunch, thank you very much), and that is already giving Rin enough chills as it is. But this? Where does the dude even find that many words?! And holy spirits of Uhuru, how does Gareki deal with this every day?!
This is insane.
Sousuke isn’t helping either, the traitor, trying his best to make himself as small and invisible as possible (you know, with everything his best friend packs and whatnot), after the goldilocks’ has waved at him, like they are best friends.
Yogi is dangerous.
This is the conclusion Rin has reached so far. And if the blonde menace gets any closer, Rin will demand a restriction order, or better yet, put up a protego totalum each time Yogi is as far as down the hall. Rin usually doesn’t mind physical contact, but this is too much. He barely knows this guy, so why does he have to put up with having him all over his back?!
That’s the exact moment when Yogi’s hand moves from where it’s been resting against his shoulder to put his arm around them and oh Merlin, does this guy have no idea about personal space whatsoever?!]
You don’t have to be shy, don’t worry I don’t bite. [Yogi says with a smile and in a voice that’s probably supposed to be quiet and reassuring, which, surprisingly, hits the note quite well, but the problem is, his breath tickles Rin’s ear, and Rin is just. So. Done.
That’s the figurative last drop, right there.
The fact that he feels heat in his cheeks does not make it any better either.]
Oh my god, can you just get off my back?!!
[He springs to his feet, arms raised from where he straightened up to shake the blonde menace off. The blonde menace, who gives him a look like Rin has punched him between those… oh wow, purple eyes. Almost like a rainbow and- NO, MATSUOKA, YOU ARE UPSET, GET IT TOGETHER.]
There’s this thing called personal space!
Uh… I… Uhm… I’m sorry… [Yogi stammers, cringing, looking like he almost… expects that punch and yeah, congratulations Matsuoka, you made and asshole of yourself. In front of your no-idea-what-but-not-actually-important-right-now’s best friend. Very mature.
The idea to apologize crosses his mind after he’s already stormed out of the great hall.
He’s halfway back to the dorm, when he realizes he’s still starving.]