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Take your time coming home. [CLOSED]

WHO: Akihiko Sanada and Shinjiro Aragaki
WHERE: Residence 001; De Chima
WHEN: Late Evening, 9/5
WHAT: Domestic troubles.
WARNINGS: Language. Possible adult content.

Late.

Usually is when that door finally opens by someone else other than Shinjiro. Lately it's always been late. Bedroom door's just another barrier between them along with time, along with Akihiko's constant need for action, for something going on in his life. Brought here, in school, has a job, already moved somewhere, trains constantly. And it's all not enough, needs more going on, needs to keep busy. Were it back home it'd be more time at his club, it'd be more training in Tartarus, till he'd run himself ragged. Till his knuckles were red. No Tartarus here, so boxing, and it's taking all his time after school's done. After he's punched out at work. Just this ongoing grind of fighting, training, working through what powers he has to actually get his body in even better of a shape without relying on Super Strength to do the work for him.

But it's biting into yet another commitment he has. Maybe he's accidentally taking it for granted. Before it was just a half an hour here, twenty minutes there, rare nights- maybe the whole night he'd be out. All he ever really saw of Shinjiro though was that time he'd specifically take for it. A meal or two, catching up, planned, had to. Just staying in touch. But despite it feeling the same here, it's not. He forgets that. With just how similar they feel after they've started something else between them. Shinjiro is close, but he's always been close. So maybe he's taking it for granted without realizing it. Can be out all night because he would normally, Shinjiro sure as hell did, did for two years. He won't mind if Akihiko's busy. Right?

So again he's busy. Night after night, tonight's no different. And he steps into the bedroom with a small sigh, finally letting his shoulder relax after the day and goes to drop his heavy equipment bag down near the wall.

"Hey." Said if Shinjiro seems up, but without any real glance.

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And those past two years? He'd never allowed it to bother him. Always forced and shoved down any concerns with the reminder that he'd been abandoning his friends and team for reasons that were right a necessary, to protect them from getting hurt by either his Persona, or his inevitable demise.

(Which hadn't worked anyway, he'd come back and- well, anyway.)

But it's not the same here. That's the one, massively moving fact about his stay in this world, the one thing that keeps coming up time and time again when he notices all these minute details that are different from how they were back home. He's not dying, and another death would accomplish and mean nothing here. He doesn't have his Persona, so there's no risk of it breaking free. So all his original motives and justifications and rationalizations are missing, and-

Well. At the end of the day? He kind of misses seeing his best friend. (Er- boyfriend, right? Even if he's... still not sure they're going about that right.) Shinjiro doesn't have a reason to hideaway and avoid, and he doesn't have any faux-noble cause to distract himself with to avoid noticing just how boring and quiet things are, alone, flipping through the network to try and keep himself up and awake.

(getting his ass up at 4 to train with Annie was worth it, but goddamn, he'd always end up crashing early.)

So when Akihiko finally comes in, he sits up, sets the phone down on the nightstand, and brings a palm to his face to rub an eye.

"...Thought you'd be out all night." While the words are joking, the tone is a little-- dull. His legs curl up to help himself balance, and he watches the other man dump his training bag down.

"You ever rest anymore?"

"Thought I would be too- though it's still pretty late." Said as he peels off a glove and moves across the room to the dresser. He sends Shinjiro glance and smiles a little before opening the drawer and searching for a loose shirt.

"Yeah- about to now. Why, you plan on staying up?" Pulls off his shirt, replacing it with a longer white one and shutting the drawing. His torso's just as much covered in bruises and the like. All from fights, and he moves with a soreness to him. His own voice has a dull sound to it, but is content over all. Seems tired, but a good tired.

A nod, but it's- kind of stilted as his lips press together and eyes dip down. Because fuck, he still feels selfish as hell about that bitter feeling he has. Knows that this is important to Akihiko, that the guy will probably never be content until he's reached the top, that he always has to try and try and try to be the best at whatever the hell he's set his mind to--

"...Might as well. I gotta be up in a couple hours anyway." It comes out a little more bitter than he'd meant it, and he frowns at that.

This shouldn't be so hard. Goddamnit. Because yeah, he's worried about the guy- not taking care of himself, getting too carried away, keeping up their shitty schedule from when they were in SEES- (but even then, it was never every night, right? The leader would give them breaks, make sure everyone got rest, lest they get sick from it all-)

"Y'know you're gonna burn yourself out at this rate." it's easier to try it from that angle. Easier than getting-- feelsy with it. "You're out fighting damn near every night. Give it a break once in a while."

Be a smart guess on Shinjiro's part. Knows Akihiko well enough that he'd never stick with anything worse than first place, best of the best. Makes him feel fulfilled, makes him feel strong, like he has the ability to stop anyone in their tracks, protect anyone. Super Strength here might make that moot, but if he can become the best here without it? Means he sure as hell can back too when he finally has to leave.

That tone gets another glance, but not too much thought. Shinjiro has a habit of sounding bitter, though lately it's been less so. So a look, but won't question it. Goes to change his pants too, pretty comfortable around Shinjiro by now as far as that goes.

"Won't get better if I don't push myself. I can handle it." He did the same back home- and hurt himself here and there. Not that he's thinking about it, not that Shinjiro knows that. And without the leader here he's free to keep at it as much as he pleases because no one's saying to take a breather. Well- except Shinjiro now. And it pisses him off a little but the feeling only leaks into his response a little.

"There's a difference in 'pushing yourself' and being an idiot, Aki." The way he looks over grows a bit flatter, his eyebrows creasing and furrowing. "Even you oughta know that."

Sure, Akihiko can handle all the constant fighting, trying to make a name for himself with boxing, trying to be accepted as an imPort brawling with natives and convince them that he wants to do it in earnest, no powers. But handling that, and university, and his job, and his other training, and having a fucking life outside of all that?

"How long d'you think you can try to do everything?"

"Yeah, I do, and I'm pretty aware of what I can handle." Said as he'll actually face him now, a hand moving to set on his hip, the other dangling at his side. Normally it's him with the comments like that. Shinjiro look at yourself, what you're doing, your life choices. It's weird to hear it coming from the other end but- Shinjiro's always been a caring person. It's why he distanced himself at all back home, Akihiko knows that. That and hard to ignore all his attention to Akihiko's diet and now this-

"Everything? I'm not doing everything, but what I do do I'm gonna be the best at. I don't plan on wasting a minute. I have to know what my potential back home can be, I have no idea when they'll send me back."

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"And when you do go back, you won't remember any've this." That had been confirmed by Kotetsu, after all-- He hadn't had any recollection of here upon going home, and then had it all flood back when he'd returned. (Sure, others had said as much before, but now he'd heard a first-hand account of it.)

His hands curl slightly, mind racing to just- figure out how to communicate... Well, anything, sure, but what point he's trying to make-- which really? He still hasn't narrowed down.

(Emotions are fucking hard and obnoxious, after all, and skew everything around themselves.) He could bitch that Akihiko's going to wear himself out and run himself ragged- try and show concern for the other guy's health. But that's... not quite right. Doesn't really help at all with that annoyed frustration.

"Even if you 'figure out your potential' it ain't gonna do you or me a damn bit've good." -Because it's not like Shinjiro can go back with him.

"-Yeah." It sure was. Akihiko had that on his mind a lot since speaking to Kotetsu. Won't remember anything, and people disappear just as they appear. Out of no where, no warning. Feels like it could literally be any moment and it's- fucking frustrating lacking all that control of his own damn life. And where the hell would Shinjiro go if he left? Just be dead? Could he even come back again from that?

His words are piercing though. Talking like that. Won't do any good- just like it didn't right? Saying that outloud just has him thinking about how Shinjiro really won't be going back with him. How he can't, how he's dead back home, no matter how alive he seems here, it's only here that he is. Makes both his hands curl at his sides and his face heat. Dead and he couldn't do jack shit about it- just reminds him of it- that no matter how strong he is, he really can't do everything.

"Yeah- because you fucking got yourself killed and went ahead of me back home." Says with an almost snarl, his brows furrowed. Sounds angry but there's something else there Shinjiro'd be used to, just in how Akihiko's eyes redden a little.

Shit- why'd- he say that outloud. It's always there, isn't it? No matter what they're doing, if Shinjiro's around, he'll always be reminded that what's going on here can never happen back home. He- he knows it's not completely his fault, knows he'll have to just deal, and will get over it as much as he can once he's home. But knowing he won't remember any of this doesn't help him.

He turns his head to the side, glancing down, trying to pull in a deep breath but his throat just feels tight now. Should say something else- amend it. But what the hell could he say? Whether or not he wanted to say it outloud- it's true...

While his expression tenses in a faint wince- for once, Shinjiro doesn't look away, or shy from it. Because it's right, and it's true-- and for once the blame is squarely placed. (No more of that 'I should have realized' or 'maybe if I had...' bullshit guilt from Akihiko.)

"Yeah. I did."

He sits a bit straighter (still sort of curled and hunched, if only due to shitty posture), and stares back evenly and intently. "And like I told you back home, it's how things should be." Could never let any tinge of regret or uncertainty into his voice about that- couldn't let it be a matter for debate.

"...But that's part've why I don't wanna screw up here." By just-- letting the other man go and taking it all for granted. Maybe he can do one thing right in his damn second life.

He's not- completely past the guilt. He still feels it of course. Will always feel it, same goes for Miki. But- he blames himself less. Shinjiro can be just as dedicated to something as Akihiko can, the guy showed that with the two years he stayed away just to keep people safe. His best friend- wanted to die. And a small part of him couldn't blame him. He caused the death of a young boy's mother, he endangers people around him, not to mention the pain Castor caused him, constantly. It'd be enough to wear anyone thin. It's one thing to tell him he can get through it, to be strong, but to actually do it? To have such little control of his powers, his life? Akihiko can't even imagine it... So after dwelling on it enough, yes- he gets that. Gets that Shinjiro wanted to just die and end his worrying for other people, end just another threat in the world before anything else happened that was out of his control.

Still he would've- he would've done anything to stop him. Can't believe how damn blind he was to someone so important in his life. Never looked hard enough at what was happening...

His hands tighten, staring down at the ground, his gaze intense, knuckles going white but he still feels so weak after a full day of constant training.

Blind to it- didn't- didn't see what Shinjiro was going through and is that what is happening here? His brows furrow at the thought. Is he still overlooking things? He looks up again finally, eyes locking on Shinjiro's mouth first when he speaks and finding it easier to watch him form the words rather then staring at his eyes and listening. Why's he feel so damn stupid suddenly?

"Should've never been that way- and it won't here. That's- hell Shinji, that's why I'm doing this." The words leave him but they feel wrong again. Like he's- breaking a promise he made to himself. Has Shinjiro's coming back to life here made him forget how he felt that day? Overlook something?

For once, he bites back his words. The initial reaction to question just what Akihiko means there- That he's gone all the damn time lately because he doesn't want Shinjiro to die here? Or that his own death has something to do with Akihiko staying out all night punching people, fighting, training, trying to find an In to professional boxing?

Brows crease, nose qrinkles- and he just... sighs. Slow, quiet, letting that exhalation out, and slowly shaking his head after.

"...Look, I want you to go pro too. That's your real goal right now, yeah?" 'wanna see my potential' and all that was fluff bullshit talk to Shinjiro- Earnest and honest, yes, but not quantifiable by any means, and likely impossible, for someone with Akihiko's tenacious determination. (like he'd ever hit his peak. People like him just kept getting better and better.)

"But that and school and your job, and your training Kay and everything-" Hell, if he was still training her. it had been a while since they'd... really had a lot of time together. "Not to mention actually taking care've yourself. You got the same amout've hours in your day as everyone else."

...Here, at least. Ha. Ha.

To be strong, to be the best, to stop anything that comes after them. It'd be a lie to say it wasn't selfish in some way. He really does want to keep going with this, become a top rank boxer. 'Course. Wants some recognition, though it's mostly just to work to the top, be the top, for himself. Be assured that no one can stop him, beat him.

A hitch, listening to him, almost interrupts him once or twice by shuts up, letting Shinjiro finish. He has a point... School, job, training himself, training others, now more training ontop of everything to get into boxing more professionally, not to mention his relationship with-

A wince.

"Ah shit- I'm an idiot."

After a pause, Shinjiro just- shakes his head.

"-Yeah, but we've known that since you were a kid." And- attempts a faintly amused expression, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's-- too fucking tired and irritated at himself and also Akihiko and then himself again. But at least he can show the attempt, and moves back on the mattress, leaning back against the headboard.

"All I'm asking is for you to remember that you ain't wasting time if you aren't outta the house and running around." Not with-- unwinding or resting, or- them spending time together, or whatever.

"No- I know that." He should've- realized that. Why would time relaxing with Shinjiro ever be considered wasted? That's what this is about isn't it? Or it's alteast what's making him feel like shit now. Shinjiro's usually not the type to say things like that, he wouldn't outwardly tell Akihiko he should be spending more time with him- Akihiko should just know to do it. Such an idiot.

"Yeah, heh-" Since he was a kid, a little distant, and the laugh is barely audible let alone sincere. His hands slowly loosen and his gaze lowers.

"This-" A hitch, but he pulls on a small smile, glancing up again, trying to get that eye contact finally. "Isn't just you worrying about me, right? I should've realized earlier how all this might be affecting you."

And right when eye contact is made, Shinjiro lets out a faintly dismissive noise and looks down again, lips tugging down in a frown. It's not to be contemptuous or anything, but more...

Well. Being called out.

"...Not like you had a reason to." Not denying it- in fact the words practically.. confirm that Akihiko's on the right track. But good luck getting Shinjiro to admit that. "You're always bullheaded 'bout what you wanna do. This ain't any different."

A breath, his eyes following where Shinjiro's looking now, staring at the spot just the same before rolling a hand behind his head.

"Sure I want to do this, boxing is important to me. But- if I don't know how long I'm even going to be here? What I'd want to do is make you happy." Always been a bit better at feelings than Shinjiro. Neither really has tact but, Akihiko's always been someone to wear his heart on his sleeve anyway. Doesn't think Shinjiro was particularly searching for more time with him, Shinji's always been the opposite. But he can recognize the scorn there. Doesn't like feeling like it's directed at him.

"Isn't that- hell, isn't that the point to all this anyway? To really be there for eachother?"

His lips press together again, but this time more in sheer apprehension of this sort of forthright conversation. He's never been good at it, always felt the need to just... build up his facade and keep it there, because that was the best way he felt he could support his friend.

Dropping it was just much harder, especially when all the words feel so goddamned stupid on his lips, like some trashy daytime TV show or whatever. (After all, it's not as though either of them had much in the way of examples growing up, when it came to this kind of thing.)

"...Guess so." it's a more reserved answer than his previous statements, less wordy, more withdrawn-- though he looks down to the comforter, obviously trying to consider it.

Honestly, he... didn't think too hard on the whole 'relationship' thing either. Inumuta had suggested he go for it because everyone thought they were dating anyway, that if they cared about each other they might as well go ahead and go for it-- even Jaime had thought they'd been dating. So sure, they agreed to try it out, but--

Fuck, he still doesn't really know what that means. Weren't friends really there for each other? (Or were there parts that he just wasn't getting, that maybe he was completely blind to?) here he'd mostly assumed that dating was that awkward 'seeing if we actually like each other' phase, he has no idea what the hell it means for people like them, who'd been in each other's lives the past fourteen years.

Another sigh, and he closes his eyes, trying to just- stop thinking and force words out, stilted and awkward as they may be. "--Stopping what you wanna do just 'cause you wanna cater to me ain't exactly me being there for you, you know."

Being like this- yeah, pretty difficult on either of them. Most kids learn it from media, computers, the like- but they never really had those things when they were young. And after everything with Miki? It was hard to really get interested in dating, it was always just about each other and moving on from what happened. The only reason Akihiko can manage to say things like this is being being quiet isn't his style, and being subtle is too difficult.

Not to mention the situation was already more complicated than just 'dating'. It's one thing trying to initiate stuff like this with a girl he barely knows, and it's another entirely to date your best friend who you've went through so much with and experienced the death of.

How much closer could they even be? As far as the emotional side goes, he- can't really see loving Shinjiro anymore. Was dating just an excuse to be around eachother more without it seeming strange? Or was it really them wanting to be around eahcother that much? And when they- were intimate- it's not like he didn't like it. It was actually- really nice. They haven't done much but just feeling him alive was strangely satisfying in itself. -Getting ahead of himself, he shakes his head a little, the colour on his face could easily be due to something else anyway.

"It isn't catering to you, I want to be around you-" A breath, forcing himself to relax a little.

"Being with you, protecting you, looking out for you- yeah I like what I do, be hard to train and get stronger if I didn't actually enjoy boxing- but it started with wanting to be there for people. Be there for those I care about. And I care about you."

-Hey, awkward messy kissing is like ten times better than talking and trying to figure out this whole 'relationship' thing. The 'feeling alive' thing was a barely-noticed bonus for Shinjiro, though likely much more important for Akihiko. (But yes, still a bit ahead of themselves there--)

He nods, barely cognizant of the faint blush or what it results from- and again brings up his hand to rub at an eye. Fuck, he's so tired.

"...Then just take a break every so often." Another shrug. it's a simple enough solution, right? "You need to anyway to get some rest between all your working out- your muscles need to fix themselves after, yeah?" Practical as ever, it's always so much easier for Shinjiro to just-- focus on the concrete and try and find a fix, rather than getting muddled and mired in the whole.. feelings thing.

"Like every third day or something, I dunno. Get some rest, chill out, and go back to breaking jaws the next day."

After all, not like he needs or even wants Akihiko to stop. Just... not to be gone all the time, and not to throw himself mindlessly into something to his own detriment.

Ten times better and easier. Pretty much everything that's been said could of been communicated through kissing and intimacy instead. Not only communicating but that whole- dude ur aliv bro, thing... Akihiko often made gestures implying he enjoyed the reminders. Chill with his head conveniently on Shinjiro's chest, ear over his heart. Things of that nature. And nothing like a long, intent kiss to feel alive, right?

A slight laugh, closing his eyes.

"Well I wouldn't say taking a break with you is always 'relaxing'. But yeah- sounds good."

"Hey, I didn't say it's gotta be with me." Yeah, close your eyes, bud- that makes it easier for him to lob one of the smaller pillows at Akihiko's chest. "Don't be so sappy."

Yeah, as though that-- wasn't the whole point of this. Let him pretend, okay.

"H-hey!" Is definitely hit, but catches it and chucks it back hard. "I'll be whatever the hell I want!" Grins, the laughing, remarks, they're cathartic. All that pressure from the topics before easing out. Sure they're- still there. It always will be, the truth is something Akihiko's going to have to live with for the rest of his life.

But Shinjiro's got a point.

He can slow down a little here.

"You trying to start shit? Good, I was already ready to slug you for that sass earlier."

"-nf!" It's not hard enough to hit or bruise, but enough to sting as the pillow whips back at him. He grabs it, and tosses it to the side next to him, rather than throw it over and give Akihiko more ammo. (Super strength or not, he never knew the other man to be overtly gentle.)

"Sass?" A quick upturn of the lips, evidently amused by the wordchoice there. "Just 'cause you don't like it don't mean it's sass."

....No, it was most probably sass. But whatever. "Don't twist your panties up over it."

Doesn't always watch his strength either. Sometimes he really does just- hit too hard, slam doors too loud, walk like a golem made of iron or shake the fridge like a magnitude 7 earthquake. Enjoy the broken bottles, maybe you guys should switch to plastic more.

But most of the time it's not so bad. The pillow still hits with some force to it though. Giving a healthy 'fwoomp' sound when it greets Shinjiro's face.

"You damn well know it's sass-" Laughs, moving to the bed and jerking to try and grab the pillow again to hit Shinjiro a second time. "Tch- I don't even wear panties, I'm fine!" Wow jerk. It's a speedo okay, get it right.

Okay no, get off, this is his pillow. It smells like his shitty cheap shampoo and everything, okay. So he rolls back just enough to shove a foot between them and against Akihiko's torso, holding it in close to his chest.

"Watch it, you already got your counter in-" As in, you don't deserve to hit him again you jerk. He rolls his eyes at the second comment, dry look showing just how much he cares about the difference between speedos and panties.

"Alright, man-panties."

Oh hello foot, meet hands. He'll grab it by the angle with a vice grip and tug him towards him across the bed. Seems oddly aggressive, and it is. Pulls and Shinjiro's body takes some sheets with it, get him close, their hips bump, leans over him with a hand against the bed-

And grabs the pillow and strikes again! They are not panties okay! He's a MAN!

"You're gonna regret that, say you're prayers!" And wow is it cathartic to just- hit him with a pillow. He could do this all day. To hell with feeling tire and sore.

This is the shitty part about having a friend with super strength-- there's fuckall you can do to prevent them from getting their way. Kick or squirm as he might, he's still getting bodily dragged across the mattress, the fitted sheet popping up off the corner behind him as he is.

"-Nf!" Fuck, that stings. For being just fabric and fluff, the force slapping down on his skin is not really pleasant.

"Regret what?! it's the fuckin' truth." He spits the words out, laden full of challenge and dare. Sure, he knows he's making it worse for himself, but like hell he's ever let that stop him before. But instead of just taking it, he grabs the pillow the next time it comes down-- and grips the fabric juuust enough for his powers to eat through the casing of it.

Hope you like tons of fluffy pillow-innard bits all over the fucking room when you yank it back, asshole.

Um-

Well yes he-

is going to yank it back without thinking. He's not really used to seeing Shinjiro use his powers so it's unexpected when the pillow kind of just sags and then spews its innards everywhere with a strong enough tug.

Down is a nice type of pillow. If the fabric around it's right, the feathers don't poke into your face much and it's just always so airy and cool. But as far as breaking apart after the casing it disintegrated? Down is a hell of a lot messier than your run of the mill pillow and that shit is now everywhere. Flows up in an arc over head as he yanks the pillow back and the feathers catch any bit of air easily, snowing down on them and all around the room.

A

mess.

But the surprise of it has Akihiko laughing after a moment of confusion and he squints his eyes shut, shaking his head to get some of the sticking feathers off his face and head.

Just as keikaku.

The surprise and distraction are just enough. That's one of the main things he'd been learning from his training with Annie, after all, right? With Akihiko's hands having been occupied by the pillow, thoughts occupied by the feathers, he'll drop the leg that had been held down at Akihiko's hips- and the other on his opposite side, higher up closer to the shoulders.

And twist in an attempt to knock the guy onto his side on the bed. (Sure, if the guy with super strength resisted, this would... be ultimately useless. But hey, Shinjiro's hoping his distraction was enough, so many of those small downy feathers getting caught up by the slowly twirly ceiling fan and continuing to circle about the room.

Super strength or not, he's not trying to use it here, not in some fight for his life. So with that and Shinjiro taken opportunity during Akihiko's moment of surprise, he falls to his side on the bed, still laughing here and there. The sheets shift and the mattress gives a little, dusting up feathers as he hits the soft surface before letting out an endeared sigh and turning to lay on his back.

"Guess that new power of yours works pretty well at catching people off their guard." Still laughing a it but- so much calmer from the mood before. It's nice when he's not being reminded of everything, when it's moments like this where he can just enjoy Shinjiro being around. Maybe that's in part why he busies himself so much. To keep his mind moving, his body active. While Shinjiro tends to over think things, Akihiko'd rather be and is the opposite most of the time.

An amused snort, and he draws his legs back to himself, sitting up again. This is so much easier than the bristling argument before. While he's no stranger to confrontations like that, many of his old strategies are gone here. (Just plain leaving, for instance. He can't very well just up and ditch when he lives here, after all.) And just as Akihiko had noticed, it simply feels more normal.

"...Guess that's one use for it." A huffs a breath, getting some of the falling feathers away from his nose.

"Too bad I can't clean up the mess with 'em."

Whoops. But like hell he's doing that now. it's way too late at night, okay.

"Couldn't you?" A smile, sitting up a little.

"Just disintegrate the feathers, right?" Lifts up and pushes to kiss at the side of his neck. His breath dusts off a few but that's just a drop in the bucket compared to the feathers littering everywhere else.

The gesture's smooth, effortless as he leans over and presses his lips to skin just under his jaw.

"Clean it all right up, your mess, isn't it?" Even if he definitely instigated it.

With a scrunch of his nose, Shinjiro rolls his eyes to show exactly what he thinks about that idea. The downy feathers are fucking everywhere and still landing and shuffling about as they speak, picked up by the currents from the fan, and settling precariously elsewhere in the room.

The affection to his neck doesn't do much to dissuade it, either, though he does tilt his head back to allow the lip-brushing there. "...Yeah, but I still gotta hunt 'em all down for that. I'll just use the vacuum in the morning."

Seriously this is like what vacuum cleaners were made for. Super powers can get fucked when it comes to cleaning up tons of little feathers.

But the affection is distracting and welcome, especially since he'd just been smacked around with a fucking pillow and their pseudo-not-really-fight. (he can't classify it as such because there hadn't been any punches thrown- it just doesn't stand up to their typical arguments. Definitely more awkward though.)

He'll return a short nuzzle, before chastising flatly: "...Also, don't act like you didn't start it." Even if-- Shinji had been the first one to throw the pillow. And the one to cause it to burst. But whatever, right?

"Would be good practice though, right?" Chuckles, kissing there again and leaning a little closer as Shinjiro opens up his neck. Being casually intimate has gotten a lot easier, though that can only be said about them in private. Akihiko's never had a problem handling Shinjiro before, a shove, a punch, a hug, that was all easy and never given a second thought to. Being like this ends up leaning the same way as those gestures after enough time together alone. Another kiss and it just feels nice against his lips, hot, a slight heart beat.

"Did I? Well hell, then should I be finishing it?" Grins up to him, moving a hand to squeeze at Shinjiro's thigh just above his knee. "Not really into people finishing things for me."

If this were anyone but Akihiko, Shinjiro might understand that last comment as being laden with innuendo.

Well. Actually-

It still sounds laden with innuendo- right after some casual touching, gripping his thigh, talking about finishing it-

It's enough to make his mind lock up for a second, if nothing else, caught off guard by the (potential?) suggestion there. (That or he's thinking too much into this. It's Akihiko, after all, and even if they've gotten better about expanding their comfort zone to include things like this, or- kissing or whatever... It's still not something he outright expects from his friend.

But hey- maybe that's him being stuck in the past?)

"....Yes?"

The word is dumb and unsure because wow how is he supposed to respond to that? He's a teenager, after all, and with that warm, firm grip on his thigh, Akihiko grinning up at him? Yeah, it's hard not to have his mind wandering.

Too bad he's absolutely useless at- being smooth in any sort of way. Between the sleep deprivation (It's like one or two AM, shit, he's been waking up around 4 AM lately--) and the unsure anticipation of 'wait shit does this mean i'm gonna get laid' it's hard for his mind not to completely lock up. But at least he can move a hand stupidly over Akihiko's, eyebrows raising and glancing over him.

"...long as by 'finishing it' you don't mean smacking me with another pillow or something."

Yeah wow great flirting Shinji, A+. This is why you died a virgin.

Well not exactly innuendo. Buuuut entirely innuendo. He's not trying to be very clever and it's meant for Shinjiro to understand completely. Otherwise he wouldn't've added the hand. Maybe it's because their little 'fight' prior got his blood rushing a little, or the pillow fight did, but he's feeling very 'comfortable' as he sits next to him, and hell. He's a teenager. If anything it's difficult to escape the pull of libido once it starts to become something you can do something about in your life. And a lot of kids their age are pretty into the idea of getting laid. But it never really mattered to him before, sure his mind would wander, but there was no direct outlet, just a hell of a lot of indirect ones.

And dating- well, it kind of opens you up to being allowed to do certain things with that person, as long as their comfortable with it.

So a grip, a third kiss, pushing his chest up against Shinjiro's bony shoulder before using a hand to push it to the side a little and get the taller boy laying back down like before. Again the heat of him is nice. Seeing him move, breathe, feeling his heart beat. They're not things it thinks about directly, it's not as though Akihiko purposely kisses at his neck thinking 'oh to feel his heart pump blood is satisfying', he just- inherently likes it. Likes all the reminders that Shinjiro is here with him. Lets himself sink into a comfortable state. Can't help but get into a dominant position, almost over him, sitting at his side but turning to face him a bit.

"Yeah." Said with a smile, sighing out a short breath. The way his smile pinches at his eyes makes his expression just look genuinely sincere, a contrast from the 'innuendo' supposedly used before. The way Shinjiro's hair messily falls about his head once he's laying back, feeling his hand place on his own- the smile's stuck, and he's almost laughing again as he leans down to push his face against his neck, just under his chin.

"'Or something' could mean a lot of things. You really need to be more straight forward, but I guess that's more my style." A bite, a nip, nothing too aggressive but enough to make the push of lips and slide of tongue after more relaxing. The saliva now glossed there on his neck cooling quick from a long sigh pushing out of his nose. He can feel his blood starting to rush again, a snarling up in his stomach. Always gets like that when they kiss, embarrassment yet never enough to outshine the basic flesh to flesh contact. Almost as satisfying as the flesh to flesh contact of a few knuckles to another guy's jaw- but they'll have to get past kissing for anything to outshine a good brawl.

See, this he can get behind. Actions are so much easier than words, after all. Less feeling completely stupid and stammering over words, more lounging back, fingers raking over light fabric and bruised skin. And really? He's too damn tired to make this more of a challenge, instead just tipping his head back into the lack of pillow (since it's... all over the room, after all).

Typically it's more of a push-and-pull between them, both enjoying the challenge and token protests or arguments and bickering-- but after the previous pseudo-argument (Or maybe just- airing of issues? Who knows) it's easier to just let himself be knocked back, let the other guy get his fill of lapping and killing at his throat, at his lips- Reciprocating lazily, nipping at lips and the tip of the other man's tongue, hands roving down and under the fabric of his shirt to feel all those warm bumps of muscle and ridges of bones.

And he-- should have that same sort of electric rush, especially from the occasional crackle of static between them. But really? Instead it's more languid and relaxing, so easy for his eyelids to flutter closed and muscles slack with that attention.

Sorry, bro. He's usually asleep by like 9 PM lately. There's no way he was going to stay awake long enough to have a satisfactory make-out session. Instead Akihiko might notice a dulling, slowing, and finally stopping of that reciprocation, head tilted back, breathing slowly and rhythmically.

At least he'll be suitably embarrassed about this in the morning.

They have a tendency to bicker and fight in all things, this isn't any different. Though after a while Akihiko usually strong arms his way incharge of the situation- usually takes longer than this though. Shinjiro's obviously tired, even before he falls asleep.

"Hmm--" A breath here, and shift on the bed there, it's not long till he's more than lingering over him in some pushy fashion and instead more hulking over him in a carnal way that matched his kissing at his neck before, that matches how he kisses at his mouth now. He feels like it'll always be strange- being like this with his best friend. But ontop of that, it's difficult to imagine it being with anyone else. He's never felt as close or as aware of another person before. It's weird now, but he feels even weirder thinking about it happening with anyone else. Would he ever go through as much as he has with anyone else? Would anyone else truly understand everything that's happened? Or how difficult it's been with so much loss in his life?

Yeah- thinking and talking is a lot harder then doing. The uneasiness in his mind settles fast the more he pushes their mouths together though. The slight zaps and cracks of electrify from his mouth probably numbing at Shinjiro's mouth and tongue if anything, but they only show how worked up he's getting. Akihiko's breath soon starts to take on a slight pant in its nature and soon he's pulling up and pushing some feathers off his face.

"Hey- take off your-" He starts, looking down to him finally. He hadn't noticed Shinjiro slowing down due to the feel of himself speeding up, so at first he's surprised to see Shinjiro almost snoring under him as he sits up on his knees.

"Jesus Shinji-" A laugh under his breath, he moves a hand to push off a few feathers near his bangs, sweeping them off his face softly. "Guess that's a KO for me. heh."

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fuck i lost this notif forgive me ;w;

earn it

w-well.... okay....

just as keikaku

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wow an ic use for this icon i am amaze

I know man, it's weird.