[ yeah. he's way better than any 2d tsundere there's ever been, too.
ichiro steps off of the jr train just a little later, looking from left to right, his trademark red headphones over his ears. he's never actually been to samatoki's, so he has no idea where he's going. he looks a little bit like a lost puppy.
and it only gets worse, because he spots samatoki and his cool bike and brightens. you can almost see the tail wagging when he jogs over towards him, grinning from ear to ear. ] Samatoki!
( samatoki is halfway through lighting a cigarette when he hears that familiar, eager voice call out his name. he's leaning against his bike, practically freezing his ass off, but he makes the effort to not look like it. gotta act cool and everything in the front of the puppy. )
That's Samatoki-san. [ he puts his cigarette away, probably for the best, and he straightens up. ] Maybe I shoulda let you walk to my place instead.
[ ichiro doesn't even bother with correcting himself with the honorific--there's no point, considering it just goes in one ear and out the other. he finishes his jog towards him, slowing a few steps in as he gets close. (and he gets a little overwhelmed with the warmth in his chest, too, that he came here because he has a thing for samatoki, and because it's almost definitely returned.
look at those dimples. what a happy puppy. he laughs, shrugs his shoulders. ] I wouldn't have known where to go. [ looking earnest, almost, towards the bike. ] Thanks for coming anyway.
( there goes that tail, wagging itself at a hundred miles a minute. samatoki doesn't even need to ask how ichiro is doing when he can practically see the excitement on his face — what a happy puppy indeed. he's also just going to ignore how fast his heart is beating right now. )
Haa? Maybe I shoulda just texted you the address. Instead of coming to pick you up when it's this cold out.
( despite what he says, he's offering ichiro his other helmet. )
Maybe you wouldn't be so cold if you wore real clothes. [ it's playful and teasing--also, because ichiro is quite fine with samatoki's state of dress--and he hops around to grab the helmet from him. it's not the first time they've ridden on samatoki's motorcycle together, so this part is familiar, but samatoki's not the only one with a quickened heartbeat.
even something as simple as sharing this bike is giving him butterflies. ichiro swings a leg over the back of the bike and slides out of the way to make space for samatoki, smiling up at him. it's still huge: even with the glass visor of the helmet, you can see his dimples. ] It's gonna be worth your while, anyway, promise.
Careful with what you say. I might get ideas and steal your stupid jacket.
( the sarcasm doesn't have any bite to it, really, just as playful and annoying as ichiro's teasing. he only hops on his bike once ichiro makes room for him, a practiced routine between the two of them. he slips on his helmet because he isn't an idiot, but it's not like he's planning on driving recklessly — not when he has precious cargo to transport. )
Hold tight.
( it's the only warning ichiro gets before he starts up the engine, making sure he's got their balance right before he rolls them out into the busy streets. thankfully the travel time isn't that long, even with the current rush-hour traffic. he doesn't live that far from the station anyway, so it's only a matter of time before he's pulling up at his usual parking spot.
You'd look good in it. [ he says, and it feels a little more giddy than usual, the easy way he can exchange banter with samatoki laced with the feeling of mutual affection, a warmth that he's thought was there for so long that turned out to be real.
so when samatoki says "hold tight" ichiro's happy to listen. he wraps his arms around his waist like it's a perfect fit, bare hands coming to curl underneath his leather jacket, letting the warmth of samatoki's body heat keep his fingers from freezing even with the yokohama breeze.
he's used to his driving, but it doesn't mean that ichiro doesn't hold on tight, anyway, relishing in the closeness, pressed next to his shoulder and closing his eyes as they drive, and the world melts away to just old cologne and cigarette smoke and the back that's always in front of him. as they arrive, it takes him a moment to release, fingers slowly loosening from samatoki's shirt before he pushes himself to a full sitting position.
ichiro takes off the helmet and shakes out his wild dark hair, then looks at the actual apartment itself (and it's hard to take his eyes off of the burning star in front of him, but he'll try.) ] Thanks for having me. [ maybe a little teasing; he did kind of wheedle his way into coming over. ]
[ whenever they go for a ride on his motorcycle, samatoki is usually in favour of taking the long way around nine times out of ten, but tonight is a little different because he's cold and it's the holidays and he doesn't want to spend a minute of it away from his family too long. ichiro counts as part of that family now too, even if there are feelings present that go beyond the type of love he feels for nemu. he doesn't say it out loud, but he's happy to have ichiro here either way.
he takes off his helmet too, shuffling his pockets for the house keys before tossing them at ichiro. the reason for it becomes clear when he grabs the helmet he leant him, because he sure isn't the one opening the door. gonna make ichiro work for it, a little. ]
Yeah, yeah. Figures something was up when I noticed Nemu preparing more food than necessary. [ he gestures at the door with a jerk of his head. ] Go ahead.
[ ichiro catches the keys like its routine, his grin brightening a little as he does. it's normal for their room at school, and the familiarity brings warmth to ichiro's chest, that same feeling of home.
he turns that sunshine smile back to the door to turn the key in the lock, though, pleased that samatoki now has seen through his little plan. though, admittedly, ichiro can't take all the credit... ] Nemu-chan and I've been conspiring all break. Since I got the mixtape. Most of it was her idea, actually, once I told her I--
[ he pauses as he turns the key, then looks over his shoulder at samatoki, sunshine in its human form. the smile's softened just a little, his cheeks going a nice shade of red, as he seems to get flustered. ] ...well, you know.
[ he hasn't unlocked the door yet, though, hand on the doorknob. ] You told me I was going to have to wait on the liner notes, right? I'm here.
[ maybe it's a good thing ichiro can't see his expression right now. there's shock at first, unguarded as they come, upon hearing this little harebrained scheme has been going on all break. it's a miracle he didn't find out about it, but it's not like he was consciously searching for any clues... still, it's a nice surprise, and of course his own sister would conspire against him.
even she knows what that mixtape sounded like. the little brat. ]
You don't even wanna wait until we're inside?
[ he's clearly stalling. there's no way he can just put his heart out like that without any preparation, and he's pretty much scrambling internally to figure out how to do just that. ]
[ ichiro counters back with a question, because he does have a point. ichiro did in fact haul his ass all the way out to yokohama to do this, because he is maybe completely head over heels for this person, who basically has become his other half. (as their friends always say; they're two of a kind.)
he turns around, leaving the door unlocked but not opened. a brief moment of privacy, and ichiro leans back against the door instead and shoves his hands in his pockets. his foot's jittering, a sign he might be thinking too much, a little too giddy and anticipatory and fighting the urge to blurt everything out all at once. samatoki has this way of turning him into a puppy, sometimes.
instead, he says, very cool: ] Can I tell you what I thought, first? I said I would.
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she said, and i quote
"as long as you're back before his curfew"
lolol
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bastard
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see you in about thirty, samatoki.
[ he's grinning like a fucking idiot at his phone on the JR. ]
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it was her idea
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nemu wouldnt do something like this
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if you really, seriously, want me to turn around and leave, i will.
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( tsun. )
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don't worry he has a big gay doki. ]
it's not really a waste coming to see you, but
i am pretty broke after this, lol.
worth it. five minutes? about to get off the train.
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then you shouldnt have come here, you brat
but i'll see you soon
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ichiro steps off of the jr train just a little later, looking from left to right, his trademark red headphones over his ears. he's never actually been to samatoki's, so he has no idea where he's going. he looks a little bit like a lost puppy.
and it only gets worse, because he spots samatoki and his cool bike and brightens. you can almost see the tail wagging when he jogs over towards him, grinning from ear to ear. ] Samatoki!
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That's Samatoki-san. [ he puts his cigarette away, probably for the best, and he straightens up. ] Maybe I shoulda let you walk to my place instead.
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look at those dimples. what a happy puppy. he laughs, shrugs his shoulders. ] I wouldn't have known where to go. [ looking earnest, almost, towards the bike. ] Thanks for coming anyway.
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Haa? Maybe I shoulda just texted you the address. Instead of coming to pick you up when it's this cold out.
( despite what he says, he's offering ichiro his other helmet. )
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even something as simple as sharing this bike is giving him butterflies. ichiro swings a leg over the back of the bike and slides out of the way to make space for samatoki, smiling up at him. it's still huge: even with the glass visor of the helmet, you can see his dimples. ] It's gonna be worth your while, anyway, promise.
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( the sarcasm doesn't have any bite to it, really, just as playful and annoying as ichiro's teasing. he only hops on his bike once ichiro makes room for him, a practiced routine between the two of them. he slips on his helmet because he isn't an idiot, but it's not like he's planning on driving recklessly — not when he has precious cargo to transport. )
Hold tight.
( it's the only warning ichiro gets before he starts up the engine, making sure he's got their balance right before he rolls them out into the busy streets. thankfully the travel time isn't that long, even with the current rush-hour traffic. he doesn't live that far from the station anyway, so it's only a matter of time before he's pulling up at his usual parking spot.
with ichiro still in one piece, he hopes. )
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so when samatoki says "hold tight" ichiro's happy to listen. he wraps his arms around his waist like it's a perfect fit, bare hands coming to curl underneath his leather jacket, letting the warmth of samatoki's body heat keep his fingers from freezing even with the yokohama breeze.
he's used to his driving, but it doesn't mean that ichiro doesn't hold on tight, anyway, relishing in the closeness, pressed next to his shoulder and closing his eyes as they drive, and the world melts away to just old cologne and cigarette smoke and the back that's always in front of him. as they arrive, it takes him a moment to release, fingers slowly loosening from samatoki's shirt before he pushes himself to a full sitting position.
ichiro takes off the helmet and shakes out his wild dark hair, then looks at the actual apartment itself (and it's hard to take his eyes off of the burning star in front of him, but he'll try.) ] Thanks for having me. [ maybe a little teasing; he did kind of wheedle his way into coming over. ]
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he takes off his helmet too, shuffling his pockets for the house keys before tossing them at ichiro. the reason for it becomes clear when he grabs the helmet he leant him, because he sure isn't the one opening the door. gonna make ichiro work for it, a little. ]
Yeah, yeah. Figures something was up when I noticed Nemu preparing more food than necessary. [ he gestures at the door with a jerk of his head. ] Go ahead.
[ he'll follow. ]
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he turns that sunshine smile back to the door to turn the key in the lock, though, pleased that samatoki now has seen through his little plan. though, admittedly, ichiro can't take all the credit... ] Nemu-chan and I've been conspiring all break. Since I got the mixtape. Most of it was her idea, actually, once I told her I--
[ he pauses as he turns the key, then looks over his shoulder at samatoki, sunshine in its human form. the smile's softened just a little, his cheeks going a nice shade of red, as he seems to get flustered. ] ...well, you know.
[ he hasn't unlocked the door yet, though, hand on the doorknob. ] You told me I was going to have to wait on the liner notes, right? I'm here.
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even she knows what that mixtape sounded like. the little brat. ]
You don't even wanna wait until we're inside?
[ he's clearly stalling. there's no way he can just put his heart out like that without any preparation, and he's pretty much scrambling internally to figure out how to do just that. ]
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[ ichiro counters back with a question, because he does have a point. ichiro did in fact haul his ass all the way out to yokohama to do this, because he is maybe completely head over heels for this person, who basically has become his other half. (as their friends always say; they're two of a kind.)
he turns around, leaving the door unlocked but not opened. a brief moment of privacy, and ichiro leans back against the door instead and shoves his hands in his pockets. his foot's jittering, a sign he might be thinking too much, a little too giddy and anticipatory and fighting the urge to blurt everything out all at once. samatoki has this way of turning him into a puppy, sometimes.
instead, he says, very cool: ] Can I tell you what I thought, first? I said I would.
o i didn't realize i swapped brackets oops
u hipster with ur fancy brackets
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