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          “I’m waiting at this dirty ass gas station for five more minutes and then I’m pulling      off, so either pick up your damn cell phone or walk back to the bar,” He snapped, pressing      the number two to mark the voicemail as URGENT and then smashing his thumb against      the end call button with an annoyed huff. Honestly, Totsuka was the worst.  

TATARA WAS, FOR THE MOST PART, unfazed by Izumo’s harsh tirade. He took his time travelling to the rendezvous point – but when he reached the gas station, he was skipping up to the tall figure with a plastic bag dangling from his wrist.

                            It was the first week of spring, and the sakura petals were dancing prettily               through the air, making the wind itself take on a soft and decorated celebration.               Mikoto’s mood wasn’t something that usually changed with the weather, considering               his rather cold exterior, but today was different. Today, he had a plan for a date with               his absolute favorite person on the planet. Or … he hoped it was a date. 

                            He hadn’t officially asked Tatara if it was a date, but when the younger teen               had asked him if they could go on a walk together to look at all the spring flowers,               Mikoto figured they must have both understood it was … date like? At the very least? 

                            They were meeting in front of Bar Homra, and he’d brought his bike - the back               posts freshly polished so that Totsuka could ride behind him over to the park. Izumo had               teased him relentlessly when he’d caught him - Windex in hand - but Mikoto was far from               embarrassed about showing off for his crush. He had a bit of a strong inkling that Totsuka               liked him back, and if he was wrong … well, if he was wrong then he still had a great friend               at the end of the day, right? 

                            He could see a familiar head of blond hair bobbing down the streets of Shizume,               and waved casually as the smaller boy approached, offering half of a smile and hoping               it didn’t make him look stupid. 

It was their first date and Tatara was stoked for it. Of course, they’d not actually said that was what it was, but things felt… different ( more intimate, maybe? ) with the noteworthy absence of Kusanagi-san. It was a welcome feeling, but Tatara couldn’t decide if he should be treating it as anything more than an outing between friends. Technically, that was what it was.

Upon his arrival to the bar, a smile broke out at the sight that waited for him. King stood with his bike and there was something truly endearing about the little half-smile he wore. Tatara was definitely swooning on the inside.