『 vermilion magnetism 』

Basil sighs as the other pulled him back into bed, almost groaning a bit because temptation but also needing to get up. He expected this from Enma though. Enma wasn’t even Enma if he wasn’t being at least a little bit of a brat. He indulged him for a moment and nuzzled at his cheek, before worming his hand down and poking at the redhead’s side.

And then the words that Enma probably never thought he’d hear from workaholic Basil came from the blonde’s mouth. “Who says we have to work if we get up. We could skip it for today, and have a date day.”

he starts rolling with basil in his arms, along the spacious bed, fake musing over this striking given choice! he stops with a giddy sigh once he gets on top of basil, patting the shoulders like a proud dad over his delinquent son. proud of corrupting.

"why! aren't you the absolute madlad." a grin, could had swore that hell froze all over. he's glad for it, though. "i felt so lazy, and now you're keeping me motivated to stay lazy with you, how sweet." his fingers wiggle in temperated excitement. he hums thoughtfully, head tilting sideways, taking in their room. "should we eat breakfast here, or out?" turns back to look at him, with a fond smile. "anything can go today, since it already feels special."

Some sort of feeling he should be somewhat insulted instead of possibly flattered. Just said that so casually yet.. Yet what?

Aaah too much to think about! 

“It’s a good things we’ve already had that sort of issue.” If not still have. “Or else I would be questioning you.” Narrows his eyes once more at the suspicious one. “But that is still good. I now know I can feed you again! Making food is actually kind of fun,” the male admitted with a smirk.

a genuine look of surprise flashes in vermilion, mouth wobbly. finding himself at loss for words. koyo would actually want to do that again? for him..? really..? hahah.. that's insane! it makes him feel giddy, excited for something for once!

he exhales softly, a shaky breath and then a nod. "that would be great, koyo. thank you." there's an immense sense of gratefulness lingering onto him, and another sense of duty. he wants to return the favor, he's not sure how though.. some few ideas flash in his mind, but it always comes back to how smugly pleased koyo looked while he ate sawada-san's food. there's no way enma could cook like that.. but should he try..? should he really, really step all over that self loathing and reach for tsuna's mom, as much as it makes his stomach coil with guilt? just to ask for some tips on how to cook that one meal they shared once..? he feels somehow dizzy, and nauseous at the prospect. especially when he'll get showered by that kind of.. motherly doting, unaware that enma did terrible things, even if misunderstood.

his eyes turn back to koyo, who boisterously admits that he's having fun, that he enjoys doing it. it's that kind of sincerity that makes enma feel stupidly weak just from looking. it fills him with some hope, that maybe it would be okay to suggest it. it could be fun, after all.

“You really think that is needed to reminded me? Sometimes, no often, you piss me off with your stupid personality. So unnecessarily fleeting. Really lame and can’t do anything. But there are moments.” They were not to be looked down on! Even if he couldn’t really experience it! He knew Enma had strength to be trusted and that was enough.

Fixes his glasses with a grunt. “This is why you are looked down on. Being stupid with these sort of thi– WAIT. What is wrong with my food?!”

a stupidly invading kind of warmth keeps enveloping him, the more koyo lashes at him. he's quiet (save for a few fond 'mhmms'), letting koyo blow his steam off, and then squawk like some surprised crow over the food mention.

Pauses at that. Is he embarrassed with call out? Or was it just a  troubled feeling for something else.

Ignores that comment. “Tch. Obviously you never trust others..” Says the one who is so willing to eat mama Sawada’s food. But she has to be, right? Perfectly doesn’t trust this clumsy ass too! Just…willing to follow him because he has to.

his lips twitch at having the obvious ignored. hahah. and he’s the one being usually called a coward. how amusing. 

at the comment over not trusting others? hmm, he’s not exactly wrong.. but neither right completely. he wouldn’t want to be someone that should have trust put into.

koyo’s words distract him from further self berating, eyes perking at his lifelong friend with interest. “i trust you, though. and i know, i know.” he raises a hand lazily in air, when he notices that koyo is ready to pack heat, with more lines. he stops his guardian, by continuing: “you’ll say it doesn’t show. that actions do instead. but i do need to remind you that i trust you enough to eat your food.” and he’s aware that he is a hypocrite by saying that, he doesn’t want to be trusted, even though he can easily trust koyo. but who cares? nobody is a mind reader, and even if he’s lectured for it, nothing much would change.

“EXCUSE ME, I don’t trust that smile.”

“WAIT. No excuse. There is none!”

his face has grown tired of smiling, phew. “good. you should never trust anyone, koyo.” deadass staring, pauses. hums. resumes to computing normally, probably.

Furrows brows. You. "What else!?"

koyo's booming voice brings a grin to his face. feigns innocence. "ehhh? late for what?"

“snrkk…?” squirms from his longass slumber, eyes slowly opening. he squints, immediately shielding them from the one poking him. what.. is up with this damn brightness. too bright. too shiny.

he registers a tad bit too late the jabbing in his side, he looks down at it, almost unfazed, brain barely able to compute just yet. “ah..” you little bastard..!

feeling like an ancient awakened elder god, he slowly and rigidly at first moves his arms to basil’s direction, gripping at his face. tracing it into his palms, becoming once again familiar with it. a lazy smile is brought out of him, some clarity gained by looking into these calm eyes.

he almost wonders if this was sent by skull himself. he wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the case, though. he can relate to this underdog when it comes to ‘being eaten away by your own insecurities’. 

“while i normally wouldn’t want anything to do with the mafia, i still wouldn’t give skull up.” a pause, side glancing. “neither oodako, haha...” despite the harsh training, and potential trauma from that. 

“if i were given the chance to meet him again, i’d still pick skull.” he feels like both can understand each other, whether that’s pathetic or not.

“it’s definitely better than eating your grenades!” a boisterous snort, and then his eyes going as soft as the smile received from the other end. “don’t fret, though. i’m bearing offerings: pudding?”

he’s too much of an uncultured swine to bother trying to guess what that is. a movie perhaps, but eh… if there was a catch to it, it’s probably horror huh.

picturing tsuna breaking both his bones and eardrums with his grip and screaming…? not bad. “hm. maybe, it would be fun yeah.”

he’s not big on biblical beliefs, but anything can be possible ey?

“i don’t believe in fantasies, as nice as they can be. but i can believe in ugliness and how pretty people can be. i’ve met angelic people, loving or just plain assholes. they’re what i can believe in.”

even if most of the times he has disappointed or been disappointed himself.

he'd rather not imagine them being able to see anything he has done or is doing.shameful, too shameful.not enough, never will be.a disgrace. he should had been the one who died instead.

“shittopi-chan gave up on me because ’i’m a slob beyond saving,’ her words.”

and also because he’s not wearing the nice clothes she got him, mostly due to feeling awkward about it but also because he doesn’t wanna ruin ‘em.

“for fancy stuff, probably julie (if he’s not so lazy about it). practical warm, protective stuff, adel. radiant… extravagant… peacockish…. from the one and only.”

“what universe are you speaking of? cause i might as well shagged or been shagged in many of them. adel must be crying at her son’s honor being deflowered.”

sex huh? he’d rather not. ever. even if his life is being threatened. “as far as i know, i haven’t come across people willing to pass my defensive mechanism or self loathing levels. there’s about 999+ of them.”

but enma, you haven’t mentioned any of it to anyone.

“oops. i wonder why.”

“hmm. it’s probably weird, but if he had a cartoon and i watched him as a kid i would root for him.”

pauses at the prospect of his ominous child self. shakes head, carries on. “anyone can be terrifying if so desired. even if he’s a chuuni.”