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 ]
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.
[ 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.
( 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.
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. ]
( 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... )
[ 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.
( samatoki has been doomed from the very start when it comes to one (1) yamada ichiro. the boy brightens up his day and night no matter how much he will deny it, as if ichiro drags along the sun wherever he goes. every nook and cranny of his apartment reminds him of the time they spent together here, and he doesn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, whether or not it will bite him back in the ass someday. it's not like he really cares in the end, not at the moment.
the emotion blossoming inside his chest is foreign, unfamiliar, and it grows worse when an arm wraps around him too. he swears ichiro can kill a man with how blinding his smile is, unable to resist the way it demands attention, making it the center of samatoki's world as it always has been since the day they met. )
Hm? I'm surprised you're still even here. Didn't you say you gotta wake up your brothers in the morning?
( if you think that's a smile on samatoki's face, you are maybe a little bit delusional. )
[ luckily (perhaps?) ichiro's mostly unaware of whatever affect he has on samatoki outside of the usual. sure, he knows samatoki likes him to some capacity, keeps him around even if he pretends he doesn't want to, and he knows the guy respects him and his rhymes, but that's as far as his bluster and confidence have taken him down that route. he knows he's built a place for himself next to him, though: nothing could take that away. (he thinks.) (he's not the kind of person who relies on hope, not now, so he refuses to think of a reality otherwise.)
from where he's settled, he can feel the rumble of samatoki's voice in his chest, deeper than his own. it's weirdly comforting, and he shuts his eyes again, squeezing them briefly to try and wake himself up properly. his arm stretches out just briefly over samatoki's back, energy moving all the way to his fingertips like a cat, before he settles back in, that touch of fingerprints on bare skin practically making sparks. if ichiro's the sun, then he's caught up in samatoki's orbit, too, just fine to circulate him and stay close to him, hanging off of his every single word. ]
[ now that he's awake, here, ichiro doesn't want to go back to sleep. he yawns, big and uncovered, and it eats the first few words of his sentence, as he tucks his face back into samatoki's neck, instead, fitting perfectly into the crook of his shoulder and neck and nuzzling in, a bit like a puppy. if samatoki's smiling, ichiro lets him have it, unnoticed, his own face hidden away as he talks quiet against his shoulder. ] ...Didn't mean to fall asleep. [ which is honest. ichiro was really going to try and wait for him to come home. ] What time is it?
( samatoki doesn't really know why ichiro gravitated towards him and vice versa, or why he keeps him around instead of pushing him away like everyone else. it probably would have helped his case if he wasn't the one to initiate this entire thing, when he took the first step and asked the kid (with cuts and bruises and a fiesty energy he couldn't ignore) what's his name. a gamble he had no idea would pay off so well, but a part of him is thankful he took a risk. somehow it feels like the two of them have been inseparable since.
that was several months ago, and now they are here — a tangled mess of limbs in his bed with the lingering smell of cigarette smoke and sunshine. samatoki watches every move ichiro makes, the way his eyes fend off the last little bit of sleep, coming alive and focusing in on him and him alone. he feels fingers on his back again, and he couldn't help the soft exhale that escapes him, relaxing into the touch as he brings ichiro closer. he wonders if he could hear just how loud his heart is beating, pulse reacting to the other's presence like it always does.
he almost sounds like a high school kid in love, but is that really so bad? )
Midnight. Now go back to sleep.
( he brings a hand up to settle at the back of ichiro's head, content to keep them in this position. it's warm and he won't let any heat escape. )
[ midnight. cool. he's still got a few hours before he has to get up, and a cat nap at samatoki's sounds like the perfect way to start his day. he'll kick himself out around six to make sure his brothers are taken care of, send them off to school with lunch and a hair ruffle like he's their actual parent (for the most part, he is.)
here, though, ichiro doesn't have to think about his responsibilities, at least for a little bit. he lets his sleepy thoughts drift to the person next to him, who smells like cigarette smoke and cologne, who has been ichiro's mentor and partner and, arguably, favorite non-family person in the entire world since the day they've met. he'd wait around forever; a few hours is nothing.
even half asleep, ichiro feels samatoki relax. it sends something warm through him, and ichiro is a dumb high school kid in love. he hasn't really said it out loud or anything, but he knows he is. these little gestures just confirm it, and if samatoki's paying close enough attention to him, too, he might feel ichiro's smile widen against his shoulder. ] Mmmmkay.
[ there's a bit of a pause as if he's dozed off, but, after a few moments, ichiro speaks up again, a little muffled, those same fingers tracing a lazy pattern that hasn't stopped since he settled back in, up and down, just because it's there. ] Y'want me to make breakfast? [ pancakes, or something, maybe. he'll have to get up a little earlier. ] Tomorrow. [ it'll be worth it, though. coffee and breakfast together is so stupidly domestic. tomorrow maybe they'll go tag or do something gang-like, but in the late evening, everything's softened to a hum instead of a scream. ]
( the way ichiro comes across as a goddamn puppy all the time isn't lost on samatoki. at first, he found it really annoying, what with the kid wagging his tail and trailing behind him no matter where he went but he grows used to it soon enough and now it's almost a welcomed addition to his life. something he even looks forward to when he comes home from a long day just like this.
ichiro doesn't need to know that samatoki was happy when he saw him still asleep in his bed. it might make him explode because he can't handle that much sunshine in his life, not this late at night anyway — )
You wanna wake up even earlier? ( he pulls back just enough so he can raise an eyebrow at the other. ) Doesn't really matter to me either way, so surprise me.
( breakfast does sound nice though... but he's not about to admit that easily because he's an idiot. he's more content to go back to bringing ichiro closer to him because he's warm. it's what makes falling asleep next to him the best thing in the world. )
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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.
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( brat. )
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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.
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what a brat ]
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don't you have school too, you brat? it's not gonna be my fault if you have to repeat a level.
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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.
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thought you wanted to tag up a new spot? or did you change your mind and want something else?
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i can be done with this alone before you get back, anyway.
since you're so busy. ( ˘ ³˘)
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( playing hard to get, but ichiro should already be used to this. )
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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. ]
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enjoy yourself. don't make a mess.
( if he comes home and finds out ichiro was lying, he might just kick him right out. )
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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.
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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... )
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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.
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the emotion blossoming inside his chest is foreign, unfamiliar, and it grows worse when an arm wraps around him too. he swears ichiro can kill a man with how blinding his smile is, unable to resist the way it demands attention, making it the center of samatoki's world as it always has been since the day they met. )
Hm? I'm surprised you're still even here. Didn't you say you gotta wake up your brothers in the morning?
( if you think that's a smile on samatoki's face, you are maybe a little bit delusional. )
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from where he's settled, he can feel the rumble of samatoki's voice in his chest, deeper than his own. it's weirdly comforting, and he shuts his eyes again, squeezing them briefly to try and wake himself up properly. his arm stretches out just briefly over samatoki's back, energy moving all the way to his fingertips like a cat, before he settles back in, that touch of fingerprints on bare skin practically making sparks. if ichiro's the sun, then he's caught up in samatoki's orbit, too, just fine to circulate him and stay close to him, hanging off of his every single word. ]
[ now that he's awake, here, ichiro doesn't want to go back to sleep. he yawns, big and uncovered, and it eats the first few words of his sentence, as he tucks his face back into samatoki's neck, instead, fitting perfectly into the crook of his shoulder and neck and nuzzling in, a bit like a puppy. if samatoki's smiling, ichiro lets him have it, unnoticed, his own face hidden away as he talks quiet against his shoulder. ] ...Didn't mean to fall asleep. [ which is honest. ichiro was really going to try and wait for him to come home. ] What time is it?
[ don't make him leave. ]
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that was several months ago, and now they are here — a tangled mess of limbs in his bed with the lingering smell of cigarette smoke and sunshine. samatoki watches every move ichiro makes, the way his eyes fend off the last little bit of sleep, coming alive and focusing in on him and him alone. he feels fingers on his back again, and he couldn't help the soft exhale that escapes him, relaxing into the touch as he brings ichiro closer. he wonders if he could hear just how loud his heart is beating, pulse reacting to the other's presence like it always does.
he almost sounds like a high school kid in love, but is that really so bad? )
Midnight. Now go back to sleep.
( he brings a hand up to settle at the back of ichiro's head, content to keep them in this position. it's warm and he won't let any heat escape. )
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here, though, ichiro doesn't have to think about his responsibilities, at least for a little bit. he lets his sleepy thoughts drift to the person next to him, who smells like cigarette smoke and cologne, who has been ichiro's mentor and partner and, arguably, favorite non-family person in the entire world since the day they've met. he'd wait around forever; a few hours is nothing.
even half asleep, ichiro feels samatoki relax. it sends something warm through him, and ichiro is a dumb high school kid in love. he hasn't really said it out loud or anything, but he knows he is. these little gestures just confirm it, and if samatoki's paying close enough attention to him, too, he might feel ichiro's smile widen against his shoulder. ] Mmmmkay.
[ there's a bit of a pause as if he's dozed off, but, after a few moments, ichiro speaks up again, a little muffled, those same fingers tracing a lazy pattern that hasn't stopped since he settled back in, up and down, just because it's there. ] Y'want me to make breakfast? [ pancakes, or something, maybe. he'll have to get up a little earlier. ] Tomorrow. [ it'll be worth it, though. coffee and breakfast together is so stupidly domestic. tomorrow maybe they'll go tag or do something gang-like, but in the late evening, everything's softened to a hum instead of a scream. ]
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ichiro doesn't need to know that samatoki was happy when he saw him still asleep in his bed. it might make him explode because he can't handle that much sunshine in his life, not this late at night anyway — )
You wanna wake up even earlier? ( he pulls back just enough so he can raise an eyebrow at the other. ) Doesn't really matter to me either way, so surprise me.
( breakfast does sound nice though... but he's not about to admit that easily because he's an idiot. he's more content to go back to bringing ichiro closer to him because he's warm. it's what makes falling asleep next to him the best thing in the world. )
I'll eat whatever you make.
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