potosi | do you want me, do you want me too?

[ they're the last ones in the classroom—largely because subaru has day duty, and because natsume has something to tell him. he's busying himself with pretending to be interested in what they learned today, slowly flipping through his notebook.

there's probably some idle chatter. he doesn't hear it, and he's aware that sort of thing irritates his company. let him be a little irritated; maybe he'll be more susceptible to his magic like that, then. besides, what he has to say is far more important, and he's certainly not stalling on it out of nervousness or worry or something silly like that. after all, letting it control your actions isn't sightly; it's pathetic, even. he's said as much and he'll continue to say so, even as he finally shuts his notebook and occupies himself with twirling his pencil.

it flips out of his hand after the first spin and he watches it roll away, slightly embarrassed.

well.

a better sign than none, probably. because he was absolutely waiting on a signal or cue or something. it's important in fortune telling, after all. speaking of that. ]

I've read your forTUNE, Baru-kun. [ natsume hasn't. he doesn't bother anymore, not when he's so busy himself. not when "trickstar" is unpredictable and shining too bright for his crystals to make sense of their movements. it's probably a sign he needs to focus more on his unit, and he's done so for the time being. ] If today is the day you decide to confess to ME, it will go very well for YOU.

[ nailed it. he's so proud of himself. confessing to akehoshi subaru? super easy. yeah. yep. ]

[ day duty isn't all that bad. subaru gets bored pretty easily, but it gives him something to do with his hands, and besides, he's not alone. natsume's here! it's amazing how he won't show up to class, but will still stay after, every once in a while. but, like natsume has given up on reading trickstar, subaru has given up on trying to understand natsume's whims, and just lets him go with the flow.

but!! it's kind of annoying when he won't listen to him! and subaru's not pouting or anything--nothing gets subaru down that easily--but he's scrubbing at the board with a little more energy than usual, letting his attention fall away from his classmate.

up until he speaks. subaru jumps, having utterly forgotten that he was there, bobbles the eraser, but smoothly catches it, turning around to face natsume. he plasters a smile on his face to listen to him say something and--

wait.

subaru blinks, and he's smiling still, but he looks utterly vacant. ] ...What?

[ what. ]

[ ...he made it clear, didn't he? that's the expression on his face, the what do you mean 'what' i made this perfectly understandable which part are you having trouble comprehending sort of look.

still. natsume sighs, leaning back in his seat and stretching his legs out beneath his desk, ankles crossed. ]

If you decide to confess to ME, [ he repeats, much slower, because obviously he simply spoke too fast or something (unheard of) and subaru just didn't catch what he said, because he's an idiot, and certainly it's not because he didn't understand what he's saying (because he's an idiot) ] then it will go well for YOU. Are you going to or NOT?

[ there. that'll definitely work out. ]

[ why is he making that face. subaru just had to make absolutely sure he heard that right, and him repeating it just makes him, somehow, even more confused. natsume wants him to confess to him...? was..was subaru going to confess to him? sure, he likes natsume, he likes spending time with natsume, but confess?

he blinks at him again (much like an idiot), mostly because he's desperately trying to figure out what the hell's happening. ]

I mean... [ subaru machine needs to restart here give him a second.

and then he just smiles, flounces over two seats and drops into the chair directly in front of natsume, facing him, leaning on his desk. ] Are you saying you like me, Natsume?

[ subaru fake it till you make it akehoshi ]

[ natsume's already leaning back, but the motion makes him jerk back a little more, chair screeching softly with the ten centimeters it goes; he stares at subaru, fingers curled against the wood, then leans out of his chair and reaches for his fallen pencil.

just out of reach. a little more—got it.

back to playing with it, then, when he sits back up. why has he found himself with a collection of people who just casually bulldoze their way through his words like this? he doesn't mind it too much when it's sora, and he hates it when tsumugi does it, and when subaru does it, he

he plays with his pencil between his fingers and tries to look convincingly like he's looking at subaru and not just over his shoulder, or something. ]

I wasn't saying anything like THAT. We were talking about you, not me; pay attenTION. [ flawless defense, natsume. ] Honestly, Baru-kun. Do you ever lisTEN?

I was listening! You're meeeean! [ he extends the word just a little bit, clearly whining, and some of that keen sharpness in subaru's eyes vanishes, replaced by the childish need to complain.

it's still there, though. for as dumb as subaru can be, he's in the A class for a reason. he can tell natsume's looking for a distraction when he dives down to get his pencil, and he gives it to him. sort of, anyway, because he's now stretched out across natsume's desk a little, hands hanging off of the edge. ] You said, "if I decide to confess" [ and he definitely will try and take on natsume's special tone of voice and fail, spectacularly ] --"to YOU then it will go good for me" or something like that!

[ it's a little less pouty, though. ]

[ the attempted mimicry makes his lip curl, and not in a pleasing way. he plays with his pencil more, rolling it between his fingers, before finally using it to poke subaru's head a few times ]

Fine, you were listenING. Very good, Baru-kun. How did you get that I like you from THAT? [ not that it's wrong, because it isn't, and natsume rests his chin in his palm. pencil down. it's fine. ] Just because it's going to go well for you doesn't mean I like you, does IT?

[ ......yes he has to do this just like this he can't just agree he likes him this is the worst ]

[ subaru make a little "uuuu" face when natsume pokes at him, stretching out even further across the desk so he almost reaches for him, though his fingers stop an inch or so away.

he lifts his head up, chin resting on the desk. subaru's blue eyes are biiig and shiny, a puppy-eyed pout if anyone's ever seen one. ] What does it mean if it's gonna go well if you don't like me! That's the only good outcome, right?

[ for what it's worth, he doesn't seem to be utterly against it, either... ]

[ it's so easy to tease subaru. and tit for tat, he's caught. natsume stares down at him, lips pressing together tightly as he considers it. it isn't like it's a rejection or anything; it's clarifying, and he exhales very slowly. ]

Yes, it IS. [ there. that's out, more plainly than he'd like. ] And what is your anSWER? 『Speak carefully, or I won't talk to you again.』

[ maybe that bit of magic, at least, will work. maybe subaru will actually think about what he says before he says it. ]

[ it's not totally likely, honestly, but subaru stares up at him for what seems like just a little longer than normal, maybe, the pout dissipating.

eventually. ] ...It wasn't a question, right? [ "if you confess to me, something good will happen". that means it's up to subaru to ask a question, isn't it.

subaru's hands catch on the desk, and he pushes himself up. he's closer to natsume, now, just a breath away from him, as he tilts his head, keeping those bright blue eyes focused on his face. ] And...you won't let me ask if you like me.

[ subaru's smile returns, but it's a little softer, a little less cheeky. ] If I confess to you, are we going to go on a date?

Edited 2018-02-25 01:12 (UTC)

[ he's so close; natsume feels his fingernails press into his cheek without thinking about it, focus drawn involuntarily to the boy in front of him. is that his condition? if he confesses, they have to go on a date? there are places that fellow students don't frequent—natsume knows them, or it's better to say he knows the places people do frequent because of his trade skills.

it'd be easy to avoid classmates and anyone else.

he doesn't know why he's actually considering this. ]

Do you want TO?

[ it's not a condition so much as it is just what makes sense, a logical thought process from A to B for subaru: he'd like to take him on a date, even if it's just stargazing at night. subaru shows his affection easily and openly, and to show it to someone he likes... it'd be nice, wouldn't it?

subaru's smile ticks up again. ] I do! I think that'd be fun.

[ there's a beat. he stays close, comfortable, then tilts his head. ] Us going on a fun date definitely sounds like something good, so~o! Natsume. I cracked the case! ★★

[ bright, cheerful, and honest: this is subaru at his shiniest. ] You'll accept my feelings, right, right~? ★

I said it would go WELL, didn't I? I don't lie when it comes to forTUNES, [ natsume's eyes lid halfway and he leans in, taking advantage of subaru's tilted head,

stops, lips brushing lips. chastely murmuring words in the space that isn't there anymore, ] Baru-kun.

[ and then, before subaru can actually do anything, he's drawing away. a little quick. is he embarrassed? slightly, but he'll quickly hide it by standing up and carelessly briefly pushing back the longer part of his hair, red locks slipping through his fingers. perfectly fine. ]

Very WELL. [ as if he's permitting it. but, of course: ] We are not leaving school together, howEVER.

[ regardless of when they decide to go on a date, they'll meet up separately. he doesn't want people getting the (right) wrong idea about them. ]

[ there is a moment of sweet, blissful silence as subaru blinks at the space natsume was occupying just a moment ago. the press of his lips is phantom, now, so soft subaru might have imagined it, if it wasn't for the quick way natsume pushed himself up to a standing position.

he pauses, just briefly, then reaches up and touches his lips with two fingers. it then cracks into a bright smile, beaming up at natsume where he's standing, and he claps his hands. ]

Fine, fine!~ [ even someone like subaru, open to physical affection and as tactile as anything, can get the implication. for idols, something like that is impossible...he would definitely know. but!! he pats his hands on his desk, kind of suddenly, like he's thought of something. ] Okay, I agree--exceeeept on one condition!!

[ subaru looks left. he looks right. the classroom's still deserted.

he purses his lips, making a very silly kissy face, closing his eyes. ]

[ the most unimpressed look, at this one condition.

...the classroom's still deserted. subaru has his eyes closed. natsume strokes his cheek with his thumb, lips pressing together tightly, before he reaches into his desk for his notebook and presses it to subaru's mouth.

hm. ]

Don't be so greeDY.

[ the classroom is totally empty, and subaru thinks he's pretty smooth. that hand on his cheek feels really nice, even, and he makes a pleased noise, like a puppy. you could almost see his tail wagging--

except, not.

he blinks his blue eyes open and stares at natsume, brows knitted together. ] Awwwwwwww. [ honestly, natsume's lucky he doesn't lick the notebook.

he smooches it, instead, with an obnoxious "mwah!" ] At least notebook-san wants kisses! Haha~

[ ugh. natsume smacks him lightly with it, before back into his desk it goes. ]

Notebook-san wants nothing from YOU. Don't misconstrue its defense of me into something like thAT. [ this is ridiculous. he's keenly aware of the ridiculousness of it, but he's decided he's going to ignore it. ] I'm leaving FIRST. Look for me outside of schOOL.

[ and... with that, he's going to not-quite rush out of the classroom. it takes only a quick text to let the rest of his unit know something came up and they won't be having any sort of practice today, though if they want to practice individually then he won't stop them; senpai could use the extra time, anyway.

he doesn't wait for their replies and simply waits for subaru further down the street, twisting his bag's strap between his fingers idly. ]

do you want me, do you want me too?

slowly... leans over........

this is literally my favorite tag in the whole universe i want to frame it

please do because i'm never going to write a better tag than that one

pls all bella tags are museum worthy

flattery will get you no where (except deeper into sbnt hell)

excellent thats my new home

okaeri sisi-chan

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