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rubs hands together

[doormat]

[ With the sheer level of stress in Itsuki's life, it's a wonder that he hasn't dropped from a brain aneurysm giving him a stroke.

The only thing that's keeping him going, really, is all the coffee that he's downing. That's definitely not healthy and he knows it, but it's either that or sleep. And with all of the work that Mei's been giving him for years, there's... there's not really any time for sleep. It'd probably all be easier for him if he didn't have an unrequited crush the size of Honshu on his boss, and it would maybe be even better if his boss wasn't entirely aware of this.

... but, recently, that crush has been dwindling. Faster and faster, with every passing day that he goes to the coffee shop to get their daily orders. And when he goes there to find some peace and quiet to work in. And when he spends time with the cute barista outside of the coffee shop.

Kominato Haruichi is sweet, and caring, and friendly, and laughs at his lame jokes even when they're lame, and he's really cute.

And also short enough that he bounces off his chest, when both of them aren't watching where they're going. Itsuki is thankful his things are in his satchel, because he can reach out for his shoulders so he can steady him, immediately sheepish and apologetic. ] I'm okay - sorry, Kominato-kun, I should've looked first -

hell is real

[2b]

[ said cute barista (who might die a little if he knew itsuki thought that) is quick to bounce back, both literally and figuratively, bobbling his hands so he doesn't knock his drink out of them or spill it on itsuki. luckily, haruichi's reflexes are pretty fast, so he ends up just looking up at him, and feeling the warmth of itsuki's hands on his shoulders.

it's undeniable that once he's figured out itsuki's okay that he lights up a little, too. ] It's okay! I wasn't watching where I was going, it was my fault too.

[ still, he's about to leave for the day--with aching feet and a bit of a headache, really looking forward to his DS and his bed--but itsuki's face gives him pause, and he ends up taking a step back. ] You're a little later than usual, is everything okay?

hell is cozy

[doormat]

[ Itsuki's been thinking that since they first met, to be honest. It's just increased upon knowing Haruichi, who has a lot of similar interests to him, and will listen to him when he's stressed, or when he's excited about things. Which not a lot of people will do, except Akamatsu, who makes fun of him occasionally. Haruichi does, too, but in a different way.

He feels something warm growing in his chest when Haruichi lights up, gooey and pleased and fluttery, but... ]

Oh - ah. [ Itsuki goes from sheepish and apologetic to embarrassed in record time, reaching to rub the side of his neck as he looks away from him. ] Mei-san is... in a meeting, at the moment.

[ A meeting. smh meisan ]

welcome to my home

[2b]

[ a meeting, this late in the afternoon? that's strange. who would have a


ah.

haruichi's brows just raise, minutely. ] I see.

[ "a meeting". so itsuki probably got booted out. haruichi isn't the biggest fan of tadano-kun's boss, to be perfectly honest, but he directs all of that energy towards positivity, offering him a sympathetic little smile. ] Then, if you aren't busy, maybe we could go for a walk?

I renewed my paid for these tags

[doormat]

[ Well.



At least Itsuki doesn't have to explain it. They never really explicitely say that they're using Mei's office for that, but he's seen and heard evidence.

He slowly drops his hand when Haruichi asks him that, blinking with obvious surprise. Of course, they hang out rather frequently... but this is rather different, isn't it? Itsuki plays with his satchel a little, before dipping his head down in a nod. ] I'd like that, if you want to...

rarepair thirst is real

[2b]

[ haruichi smiles up at him, small and private and genuine, his cheeks flushing pink. ] I'd love to.

[ because he really would. granted, anything sounds better than going home and doing his reading for class, but wasting the hours away with itsuki sounds sort of like a dream in comparison. so, quickly, he turns back around to drop his bag off and hang it on a coat hook in the front of the room, casting a look over to kuramochi, who only raises his eyebrows.

eventually, he winks, and haruichi lights up, turning back to itsuki with the added permission (the "i won't tell your brother", more like), still bright in his general direction. ] Okay, let's go! There's a park a little ways down the street--it has a creek in it we could check out, too.

[ the urge to grab his hand is strong and real, and haruichi's heart flutters at it--he sticks his hands in the pockets of his coat, instead, and tries to pretend his cheeks aren't turning red. ] Shall we?

I also only had blushy or sex faces so

[doormat]

[ Almost immediately - I'd love to - Itsuki flushes anew, matching him. It's hard not to when he gets a smile like that, followed by those words. This kind of attention isn't really anything that he's used to, to be honest.

So he just smiles back, nodding and holding the door open as he goes to drop his bag off. The exchange with Kuramochi embarrasses him a little more, too, but at least it's Kuramochi and not the older Kominato. He's especially dangerous, and any time they interact he's always very, very afraid of him. A different kind of fear than the one he has of Mei when he goes on the warpath, because Ryousuke would hide his body so that there wasn't a single trace of him left in this world.

Having him come back, bright and happy at him, continues to blow his mind. But his smile widens, regardless. ] Wherever you want to go. I don't really get a chance to go out like this very often, so I can't say I know more than the coffee shop and the office.

[ Well, only kind of a joke. He knows more than that, but still. ]