Duality 🐄

“I don’t recall such a thing.” Yes he does. “Fine fine. You can move into my place then, I don’t see anything wrong with it. I figured we would have a discussion of space and arrangement of our belongings, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.” It just makes him happy that he would still be willing to move in without talking.

   Considering Neito’s habitually bossy nature Haru assumed he was doing his boyfriend a favour by ceding so quickly, but apparently, this is one of the rare times Neito actually wants to debate. 

“No it’s ok, that sounds good actually.”

Slapping Haru’s hand away:

“I’M NOT THE FAILURE HERE! IT’S YOU!”

“Why don’t you just try them on and if you think they look bad don’t get them.”

“Now why would you assume such a thing?~ Too nervous to show me what kind of room you live in?”

Badou walks over to Haru and gravely puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Haru…you do not know better than me in fashion. You do not. Accept it.”

Haru’s hand lands gravely on top of Badou’s.

“What isn’t wrong.”

Badou has no idea he’s going to have no choice. This is the moment before a catastrophic event. 

“Leath– GREEN?! Are you colorblind???”

“Badou...When it comes to fashion let’s face it, I know better than you.” He begins pulling out various articles of clothing from the hangers.

“… You aren’t even going to think of who is staying over who’s?”

“I just assumed you wouldn’t wanna move into my room.” 

“We are not going to Hot Topic, though, after this.” Just. Lets himself get dragged away.

“Why, what’s wrong with Hot Topic?” Badou thinks he has a choice and it’s very cute.

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“Are you planning on leaving any time soon, or should I think about us moving together?”

To hurt someone Monoma cared for was something he could never thought would happen in his wildest dreams. As a hero, you protect all citizens, no matter who they are. Harming them did not come with the territory. Though if it was to protect himself, then the hero would have to be a bit unheroic in this case. Hands clench the other’s wrist as he felt himself being dragged up to the air, bracing himself as he felt the familiar sensation of landing on his back when doing hand to hand combat training with his teammates. That was nothing new.

The hands over his mouth however, was disgusting and something the blonde was NOT keen in finding out of the other would literally rip his tongue out. Monoma bit down on the other’s fingers. Hard enough to cause a good amount of pain in hopes he would retract his hands. Maybe break the skin of he must. A hand bawled to a fist connect with the other’s cheek in hope to get him out of whatever angry stage he was in.

When Monoma wanted to see him angry, he didn’t think it would be like this. It’s not his fault the white hair boy forgot about him. It’s not his fault that he just suddenly felt VERY petty and wanted to give his guy a piece of his mind with words, not using any sort of action. But here they are. Hopefully he would be able to knock some more sense into him if he were to do something like that again.

Bastard.

Haru doesn’t so much as flinch when teeth come chomping down on his fingers, sending a  sharp pain shooting all the way up his arm. But, his fingers remain firmly jabbed into the other’s mouth, swirling around the cavity in order to get a grip on the appendage he fully intends to tear out as threatened until a connecting fist comes to clock him around the jaw with surprising force--Enough to topple him off balance a little and slide his fingers out of the boy’s mouth. 

“Bastard!”

He snarls, grey eyes darkening like a storm as he quickly regains composure after having some of it knocked out of him. His fist balls tightly and within a second he’s pouncing back on the blond, arm pulled all the way back so that he can pummel the little shit-talking punk with all the strength he can muster. His fist comes swinging, aiming straight for the other’s cheek only when it’s about to hit--His entire body freezes, as if an invisible lasso had just wrapped around his wrist, stopping the assault. 

“Huh?” 

He tries again, but the same thing happens. Each time his fist was about to connect with the boy’s face, his body stopped him. Even his mind seemed to be screaming out against hurting the other, despite him threatening Yuki. It didn’t make any sense...But his rage seems to subside. Sitting upright, he rolls himself off the blond, ascending a hand to his cranium which is still pounding. 

Badou groans dramatically.

“Fiiiiiiiiiine. Let’s go.”

“Sweet.” He reaches to snag the end of one of Badou’s sleeves, dragging him inside the store.

“I’ll make sure you do forget.” Playful banter is never really any problems. Besides, it’s his own way of showing some kind of affection towards Hatsuharu.

The two walk through the city, not sure if the walk through Cotes was for taking a little detour around… or he was genuinely lost. He would LOVE to point that out and question the other, maybe tease him a bit on how he manage to get the two of them lost, but he’ll refrain for now, squeezing the other’s hand affectionately as the finally made it to the locations.

A small pastry shop hidden from view, a place that the hero didn’t even know about. Interesting, and a good choice of a place to snack on. It took a moment for Monoma to realize he had a smile over his lips, a genuine smile that wasn’t mischievous or playful as he made his way inside the shop and looked around. It was a small place, very much to the hero’s taste. Monoma lead them to an empty seat just for the two of them as he scanned the area. 

“I must say, I didn’t know a little place like this even exists. You must have had some trouble finding this place a first, hm?”

“I kinda found it by accident.” 

Truth is, he’d walked in to ask the cashier for directions and only then realised he’d set foot in the type of fancy patisserie place which appealed to Neito’s high end tastes. He’d then logged the location onto his phone so he could bring them there together some time and with Neito’s birthday just around the corner, it was more or less perfect timing. 

Haru takes a seat in front of the birthday boy and gently reaches over the table to interlace their fingers. He could stare all day at Neito when he smiles like that, he likes the weird, face splitting manic smile too, but there’s something about Neito’s real smile that makes his heart drum a mile a minute inside his chest. 

Turning his head towards the lady behind the counter, he gives her a nod and from behind the screen of cakes she brings out a medium sized cupcake piled sky high in Belgian chocolate icing butter with two candles planted on top making the number 18. Haru refrains from singing as she brings the birthday cupcake over and settles it on the table between them. 

“Happy birthday Neito, don’t eat yet.”

Haru digs into his pockets and pulls out a tiny pack of heart shaped edible confetti which he sprinkles proudly over the icing.

“Last time I checked, I wasn’t paid for anything related to this so.”

“Badou...I’m getting old waiting.”