tbh ths is just the bad brain smich box

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[mrhc]

more like the first time you were dumb enough to tell me the truth. i'm making it harder to break in next time.

i'm busy. you can sit there and wait.

[steelo]

[ urrrrgh be that way!!!!!!!! ]

like anyone there's even half as interesting as me

[mrhc]

if you're half as interesting as you think you are, how come i'm still here and not there?

[steelo]

you've been texting me this whole time while you're supposed to be working so you tell me

[steelo]

[ wait fuck don't hang up ]

[steelo]

seriously
i've got a new spot i wanna tag and it's gonna get dark
cold too
you're probably going to need this

[ attached: a pic of that nice ass leather jacket we just learned samatoki has two hours ago. it sure is not just hanging on a hook or anything. nice recovery ]

[mrhc]

i'm giving you the attention you've been craving so you don't yap my ear off later.

[mrhc]

is it gonna be way past your curfew if i make you wait any longer?

( brat. )

[mrhc]

and put that back.

[steelo]

what do you think i am, a puppy? (｀Д´)
and if i can break into your house, mr hardcore yokohama's bad boy, i'm pretty sure i can break back into my own without getting caught.
as long as i'm home before i have to wake jiro and saburo up for school, it doesn't matter.

[steelo]

[ attached: a mirror selfie of him wearing said jacket. you can't see his face, considering he's holding the phone up in front of it. the jacket is also huge on him and he doesn't give a damn.

what a brat ]

[mrhc]

( he has to look at his phone for a few seconds, and then he's stifling a laugh in the middle of his crew. one of them bothers asking what's so funny but samatoki ignores him. )

don't you have school too, you brat? it's not gonna be my fault if you have to repeat a level.

[mrhc]

it doesn't suit you at all.

[steelo]

i can skip for weeks and still kill my finals.
i'd rather be out here with you learning shit that's actually useful.

[ and with jakurai-san and ramuda but you know. samatoki. ]

also ok, you're blind, i look good.
i need to get one of these.

[ ichiro could probably convince him he looks good in it otherwise, right. there's a little bit between responses, before he snaps a picture of his mostly bare legs, sweats kicked off across the room, leather jacket nicely skirting the top of his thighs. ]

see.

[mrhc]

( wow. )

thought you wanted to tag up a new spot? or did you change your mind and want something else?

[steelo]

you're the one who said you wouldn't be back till past my curfew. i'm not gonna screw up my throw up because it's pitch dark out.

i can be done with this alone before you get back, anyway.
since you're so busy. ( ˘ ³˘)

[mrhc]

then finish it off by yourself and quit bothering me.

( playing hard to get, but ichiro should already be used to this. )

[steelo]

fine, i will

[steelo]

in your house

[steelo]

in your bed

[steelo]

in your jacket
and nothing else


[ well he wasn't actually going to do it but now he kind of wants to.

dammit this is samatoki's fault. ]

[mrhc]

( guess who is still semi-unaffected because he's an ADULT. when he gets home, however... that's a different story. )

enjoy yourself. don't make a mess.

( if he comes home and finds out ichiro was lying, he might just kick him right out. )

[steelo]

[ dammit. well he’s definitely doing that....in a minute, though. ]

seriously
i’m good running with the others but
S not the same when you’re not here
hurry up and come back.
i’ll be here.

[mrhc]

( unfortunately for ichiro, samatoki doesn't come home until much later. it's past the proverbial curfew and sure enough there's no one to greet him when he unlocks the door. he wonders if that means the brat gave up and went home in the end, but boy was he ever wrong once he finds ichiro sleeping in his bed. in his jacket. he has to resist the urge to kick the boy outright.

if he were being honest with himself though, coming home to this isn't exactly a bad thing. there won't be any complaints when he reaches for ichiro's head to muss up his hair almost affectionately before leaving him for a bit to change out his clothes. he only gets as far as taking his shirt off and kicking away his shoes before he climbs onto the bed.

here's hoping he doesn't wake ichiro up when he pulls him closer. his jacket is going to be ruined, but whatever... he'll let it slide this time... )

[steelo]

[ maybe it was predictable of him to do exactly what he said, but ichiro yamada is nothing if not stubborn. that's how he's practically made this apartment his second home, put touches of himself all over it when neither of them were really looking. sure, he's broken in a couple times, but only because he's been welcomed more. they've done cyphers on the back balcony, argued over tv on the couch. ichiro's made him breakfast and raided his fridge. he's made a place for himself in this life, so there's nothing that feels more natural than falling asleep here, even if it's with a bed that's a little colder than usual.

he managed to get up long enough to put on pants, but otherwise dicked around on his phone until eventually, he dozed off, face tucked halfway into a pillow that smells like cigarette smoke, jacket warm around his shoulders like an actual blanket. ichiro barely rouses hours later when samatoki comes home, slowly blinking out of dreamland and letting himself drift slowly into consciousness as the bed dips next to him.

his heart squeezes in his chest, like it always does, but it's easier to notice when he's not pretending to be too cool. ichiro opens his eyes, finally, and tilts his head up to actually look at the now second occupant of the bed, the owner of the warm arm over his body. his voice is thick with sleep, but the smile that spreads on his face is genuine, slow and warm and way more ooey gooey than he'd ever give when he was fully awake. ]

Hi. [ he's a little cold, actually, but ichiro doesn't mind, snaking an arm up from between them to put it across samatoki's middle, too, fingertips falling against his bare back. ] ...welcome home.