Monday, October 26
it is a store-bought disposable camera
that offers convenience and nothing more.
kirihara looks at it,
eyes a small corner of the yellow plastic chipped,
as if it had been violently thrown into the rubbish bin.
he wonders why it fascinates him so.
"yagyuu-senpai?"
the Gentleman looks up curtly
from his Agatha Christie short story collection
(Poirot Investigates),
sharpened gaze hidden behind reflective glasses
that are pushed up with a finger.
"what's this camera doing in the trash can?"
kirihara continues without missing a beat,
yagyuu's visual acknowledgement of his question
more than enough.
"niou-kun saw it in the locker room.
he threw it out."
that makes it even more intriguing,
a mystery to be solved
(kirihara thinks with a slight grimace that it's yagyuu's fault,
reading too much Agatha Christie)
but he leaves it at that,
shrugs
and says something about
going to thrash some freshmen in a practice game.
getting involved with anything related to niou masaharu was dangerous.
yagyuu hiroshi is a... minor exception.
yagyuu goes back to reading,
back straight
and legs tucked neatly under his chair.
niou hates those disposable cameras
because they are cheap and offer nothing but convenience
he hates it when there is no detailed process
that results in a beautiful piece of work
that seems effortlessly thrown together
he remembers that niou's favourite subject
(or at the very least, the subject he is most proficient in)
is mathematics.
and that niou is everything and nothing that people see him as.
they don't even realise
how apt it is for them to call him
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