Since the moment they reunited, Kashuu's placed a strong emphasis on living his own life, making it perfectly clear that he wants nothing to do with the past, with kendo, with any of it. He's an adult, perfectly capable of going out whenever and wherever he pleases. If he wants to fall into bed at 9pm and sleep for twelve hours, he will; if he wants to stay out all night dancing and bar hopping, he will. It's his choice, and his alone.
But despite his adamant dismissal of the way things used to be, Kashuu hasn't actually forgotten about how things used to be. Yamato knows this, because he shows it in little ways--remembering that he prefers tea to coffee first thing in the morning, picking up things Yamato won't even notice he's dropped for hours. He remembers that Yamato's always been a little bit clingy, and whether it has to do with his father's long absences, or just a core trait, he's always put up with it fairly well. Yamato doesn't explicitly ask him to check in regularly, but he does it anyway, and Yamato's always grateful for it.
And yes, sometimes Kashuu's late. Sometimes he's caught up in conversation and doesn't check his phone for a little while. But it's never for this long, and never this late at night.
Ten minutes late. Yamato doesn't even notice, too caught up in making sure the consistency of the curry is just right.
Twenty minutes late. Unusual, but not unheard of. Kashuu could easily be stuck in traffic, his phone at the bottom of his bag, whatever. He can keep the curry warm without too much trouble.
But then it's half an hour, an hour, two, and every tick of the clock has Yamato growing more and more anxious. Kashuu definitely would've contacted him by now, if he'd known he was going to be this late. Even if his phone battery died, it's not like Kashuu doesn't know his number.
Yamato wouldn't call the city dangerous, exactly, but he wouldn't call it safe, either. He doesn't often run into trouble anymore, even late at night--but if he's the one out this late, then he's usually got his kendo gear and his bokuto with him, and that's probably enough to put off would-be muggers. Kashuu, though... Kashuu's strong, but he doesn't look it, and the confidence he purposely exudes these days is very different from the way he used to hold himself. He'd look like an easy target, probably.
There's no reason to think that, or anything else for that matter, has happened, that Kashuu's in trouble somewhere. Kashuu can take care of himself just fine, even now. In an attempt to assuage his fears, Yamato goes to Kashuu's room--]
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Since the moment they reunited, Kashuu's placed a strong emphasis on living his own life, making it perfectly clear that he wants nothing to do with the past, with kendo, with any of it. He's an adult, perfectly capable of going out whenever and wherever he pleases. If he wants to fall into bed at 9pm and sleep for twelve hours, he will; if he wants to stay out all night dancing and bar hopping, he will. It's his choice, and his alone.
But despite his adamant dismissal of the way things used to be, Kashuu hasn't actually forgotten about how things used to be. Yamato knows this, because he shows it in little ways--remembering that he prefers tea to coffee first thing in the morning, picking up things Yamato won't even notice he's dropped for hours. He remembers that Yamato's always been a little bit clingy, and whether it has to do with his father's long absences, or just a core trait, he's always put up with it fairly well. Yamato doesn't explicitly ask him to check in regularly, but he does it anyway, and Yamato's always grateful for it.
And yes, sometimes Kashuu's late. Sometimes he's caught up in conversation and doesn't check his phone for a little while. But it's never for this long, and never this late at night.
Ten minutes late. Yamato doesn't even notice, too caught up in making sure the consistency of the curry is just right.
Twenty minutes late. Unusual, but not unheard of. Kashuu could easily be stuck in traffic, his phone at the bottom of his bag, whatever. He can keep the curry warm without too much trouble.
But then it's half an hour, an hour, two, and every tick of the clock has Yamato growing more and more anxious. Kashuu definitely would've contacted him by now, if he'd known he was going to be this late. Even if his phone battery died, it's not like Kashuu doesn't know his number.
Yamato wouldn't call the city dangerous, exactly, but he wouldn't call it safe, either. He doesn't often run into trouble anymore, even late at night--but if he's the one out this late, then he's usually got his kendo gear and his bokuto with him, and that's probably enough to put off would-be muggers. Kashuu, though... Kashuu's strong, but he doesn't look it, and the confidence he purposely exudes these days is very different from the way he used to hold himself. He'd look like an easy target, probably.
There's no reason to think that, or anything else for that matter, has happened, that Kashuu's in trouble somewhere. Kashuu can take care of himself just fine, even now. In an attempt to assuage his fears, Yamato goes to Kashuu's room--]