Aone Takanobu Week - Day 6: Friends
Let’s change things up a little bit! Instead of a reader insert, we’re gonna take a look back at the day Aone met Futakuchi (because I love them both and I’m weak). Enjoy!
Aone had always been different from the other children. When he was younger, he was small for his age. The other kids teased him, pushing him around on the playground and taking his lunch money on almost a daily basis. He’d learned that it was better to try and act as invisible as possible on the off chance that maybe, just maybe, they’d leave him alone.
He’d hit a growth spurt a few years ago, putting him at more than a head taller than even some of the bigger kids. He had been so used to the taunts and teasing, only to be greeted with whispering behind hands and furtive glances. It was different from before. But still, it was easier to try and act invisible. Fewer people whispered when he pretended he wasn’t even there.
He hadn’t expected middle school to be any better than grade school. Only a few of his old classmates ended up at his new school, but all the looks were the same. He didn’t even open his mouth in class on that first day, hoping that he could be forgotten about.
“Wow, you’re huge!”
Aone had been minding his own business, silently reading a book beneath a tree, when he suddenly found himself cast in shadow. He looked up to see a brown-haired boy with a hand on his hip standing above him. Aone’s eyes widened when he realized the boy had been talking to him.
“Seriously, how tall are you?” the brunette asked insistently.
“I… I don’t know,” Aone mumbled.
“Do you play any sports? You should definitely play sports,” the boy noted. “You’re broad too, so that helps.”
“O-okay,” Aone muttered, not sure of what else to say. Truthfully, this was the longest conversation he’d ever had that didn’t end in him forfeiting his lunch money… Unless maybe that’s what this kid wanted.
“Okay? So you’ll play?” the boy asked.
“Well, we got a team started, but they’re all short, so I wanted someone else tall.”
Aone noticed for the first time that the boy in front of him was actually relatively tall for his age. And he looked to be getting impatient. Still, Aone didn’t know what to say, his mouth opening and closing uselessly.
“Do you want to play or not?” the boy asked urgently.
Aone opened his mouth to say no. He would politely decline and return to his book, hoping against hope that he could get through middle school without drawing too much attention to himself. He would sit in the back of the class with his mouth shut, eyes down, body hunched in a desk too small for him. Alone as usual.
At least, that’s what he thought would happen.
But “Yes” came out instead.
“Alright! Come on, we’ll figure out what we’re gonna do!” the boy cheered.
Aone followed him toward the other kids, all of whom were huddled around a basket of various balls and sport equipment. They all began talking hurriedly behind their hands as the two boys approached. Aone wished he were still sitting under the tree alone.
“What are we playing?” the boy asked, hands planting on his hips.
“Uh… Well, we thought… Maybe volleyball,” one of the shorter boys suggested.
“Tch, like you guys would be any good at volleyball,” the brown-haired boy scoffed.
“Oh yeah, Futakuchi?” the shorter boy said aggressively. “I’ll bet I can beat you and the giant!”
“And when you lose, me and the giant get your desserts for two weeks!” the boy—Futakuchi—goaded.
Aone followed the brown haired boy once more. He wasn’t sure what he was doing. But this boy seemed pretty sure of himself.
“What’s your name, by the way?” he asked turning to Aone.
“I’m Futakuchi,” the boy said, jabbing a thumb against his chest. “You and me are gonna wreck this kid and eat his desserts in front of him.”
“We are?” Aone asked.
“Yeah, because he’s a jerk,” Futakuchi replied. “And he’s tiny. We’ll be the tallest wall he’s ever seen. The tallest wall the world has ever seen. You and me are gonna be unstoppable.”