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Of course, it has to be when he has a guest over that the bottle opener conveniently goes missing. He’d begun the night looking well put-together, Naoya did – but as he fumbles through the confused contents of his flatware drawer, his hair returns to its natural state of being rather disheveled. He eventually returns to the couch looking even more lost than the misplaced bottle opener.
“That’s odd. Gone like the wind,” he declares to his red-haired companion, both hands occupied by a pair of chilled glass bottles of beer. He stares somewhat dumbly at the other man, before his expression shifts. Naoya’s eyes light up. He plops down on the couch, one leg crossed beneath the other.
As he braces his forefinger along the neck of one bottle, his silver ring catches beneath the bottlecap. A gentle pry, and it springs free with a satisfying Pop! He grins from ear to ear, seemingly very proud of his little party trick.
“Eh? Not bad, right?” Naoya hands the bottle over to Tatsuya, picking up the other - only to find himself unable to repeat the trick on the first try.
It has been a while since he witnessed such goofy behavior. It’s almost nostalgic—”Naoya, you’re an idiot’ but that wouldn’t save him from Tatsuya’s sharp tongue. Despite the fact that Tatsuya looks like he was going to get up and find it himself since he couldn’t stand it, he doesn’t go through it. Eyes wandering back and forth, waiting for him to find the instrument he’s looking for.
This is exactly why Tatsuya believes that new year celebrations are a hassle. If it wasn’t for Naoya, he wouldn’t have bothered to come here at all. Patience and empathy grew on him over the years, so it’s the least he could do. “Did you try looking in the—ah.” The moment he opens his mouth, the bright man finds what he sought. A relieved sigh escapes terse lips, unsure about what was coming next. Naoya was always trying to be cool despite the fact that they’re not in high-school anymore. Tatsuya doesn’t give him the time of day or energy to dignify his behavior but he lets him do whatever he pleased, “Ehh. Probably Maki would’ve liked that one? Not me.” He throws a lukewarm jab at him, with a sly grin.
He fetches his beer, looking at the hole and feelings the cold temperature clinging on his fingers before taking a sip, eyeing Naoya while he unsuccessfully tries to do the same thing again, “Oi. Stop playing around. Don’t we need to ‘cheers!’ or something? Then you can tell me about your life or whatever.”
