meant for this.

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Asahi only realizes what Shin’s doing when it’s far too late and his hand is already pressed against his forehead. He lets out a soft sigh, knowing full well that Shin’s definitely not going to drop the matter now. 

“Shicchi…” he whispers, the defeat becoming evident in his tone and the way his shoulders slump and eyes move downwards.

While it’s normally amazing to have someone who cares for him so sincerely, it’s certainly a pain in the ass in moments like these. “I thought you were okay with me closing early if it stayed like this for a bit longer.”

Truthfully, he should have known the deal he struck wouldn’t have been enough for him. There’s no way he’d allow him to keep going, even if business began to boom.

“I was speaking in general terms,” Shin says plainly, his palms meeting the counter to carry his weight as he leans forward.

He knows the worth of distance in interrogations. The right timing, the right look, the right amount of time you stay close, and you can unnerve anyone. But as one hand takes Asahi’s chin and lifts it, Shin’s waiting expression is teasing. He’s known Asahi long enough that he can stay close to him like this without any fear of scaring him-- at least, as far as he knows.

●  ●  ●  ●  ●  ●  ●   LADYBUG couldn’t contain his own laughter or the delighted look on his face ( which had replaced the play smug expression used with a line so tried and true he might as well call it his Old Faithful ). He decided to keep a teasing remark about Shin’s decision to stare upward to himself, though he thoroughly enjoyed the view of his lover struggling with whatever amusement had struck him.

❝ Like I said, it’s my favorite, ❞ LADYBUG replied. ❝ It hasn’t failed me yet  ━  guess it’s a classic for a reason, ey? ❞ The American tilted his head at the stroke of Shin’s thumb. LADYBUG issued a single, pleased  ❝ mm ❞ from the back of his throat. This was the sort of attention he hoped to be given when he laid down across Shin’s lap.

LADYBUG’s folded arm, which was still behind his head, quickly straightened at the suggestion that a kiss could help the standing of his remark. He scooched back, bent his limb, and settled comfortably with his forearm on the floor outside of Shin’s lap as his other hand reached for his boyfriend’s shirt. The gold and beads around his wrist and neck flashed as he moved. Without another thought, LADYBUG tried to pull Shin closer to him.

❝ Anything for an old friend, ❞ he grinned.

As Ladybug moves, Shin decides he could watch him do anything.

He’s far from graceful most days, full of scrappy energy and the sort of on your feet thinking that’s always a surprise to watch. He’s hardly the picture of elegance as he gets into a better position now. But as Ladybug’s jewellery clicks and his shirt regrettably falls back down to cover that perfect slice of tummy, Shin feels like he’s watching living art in slow motion anyway.

He likes him so much.

“You’re such a kiss-ass,” Shin says, taking Ladybug’s hand and guiding his arm to loop around his neck as he bends low.

A hair’s breadth from touching, he murmurs, “And I can see your nipples through your shirt.”

Then their lips meet, and his hand rests on Ladybug’s chest just to touch him.

Despite his sickness, Asahi can’t help the way he beams at the mention of Shin working out of Kamurocho, at least for the time being. He moves up with the little energy he can muster up towards the counter separating them as he utters the most gentle, “You’ll be home, Shicchi?”

He wants to be collected about the news, but it’s so difficult to. Ever since middle school ended, spending time together grew more and more difficult as life went on. Fortunately, they managed to remain in one another’s lives, even if somewhat inconsistently at times.

But the thought of Shin actually being around was all too exciting for him to keep bottled up.

He wishes he could dart to the other side to wrap his arms impossibly tightly around him, but Asahi can only offer the most excited expression he’s capable of.

“Yes,” Shin says in turn, “I will.”

And with Asahi leaning in the way he is, he takes the opportunity to reach up and press the back of his hand to his forehead. Not only does he feel clammy, but Asahi’s most certainly running a fever-- one that he shouldn’t be working with, no matter what obligations he believes he has.

“I can take better care of you now.” His hand drops, and Shin rises to his feet to keep his gaze level with Asahi’s own.

●  ●  ●  ●  ●  ●  ●   LADYBUG noted Shin’s smile and accepted it as a token of victory even with his lover’s criticism. He supposed it was a fair assessment of the line  ━  Shin had a very sound argument, as he usually did. 

❝ Aw, I liked that one, ❞ LADYBUG teased. Under Shin’s hands, he was clearly content. LADYBUG stretched leisurely, eager to take as much of the other man’s lap as he could, and tucked an arm behind his head. His position was settled into with a thoughtful pout. LADYBUG failed to register that the bottom of his tank top had curled up onto his lower stomach, exposing the edges of his underwear and jeans. He was too determined to come up with something better.

❝ This isn’t going to help, ❞ LADYBUG said after a moment, using his free hand to work his phone out of his trousers pocket. A tap of his thumb proved that the device, having drowned in the last fifteen minutes, was not functional. LADYBUG tossed it to the side and looked back up at Shin. ❝ Well, there’s always my favorite. ❞ He flashed his trademark broad smile from his comfortable place.

❝ Hey, babe, you must be a light switch, ❞ LADYBUG continued, ❝ ’cause every time I see you, you turn me on. ❞

What does it say about him that he has to bite his lip to keep from outright laughing?

(What does it say about him that the line works?)

Shin’s head tilts back in a facsimile of thought, his gaze up at the ceiling to hide the expression on his face. He doubts it does him any good-- Ladybug knows him too well now, in a way that’d be bizarre if it were anyone else-- but he attempts it anyway. "Mmm...”

When he’s calmed down a few moments later, he looks back down into Ladybug’s glittering eyes, the easy touch of his fingertips turning into a light press of his palm against Ladybug’s chest.

“That’s a borderline 9. Just at the precipice of it.”

The hand on Ladybug’s chest brushes his jaw with a thumb.

❝I best recommend to get used to the cryptic warnings we do if you have the means to get into business with the Nauts.❞ Straight to the point. Neither are going to hold any punches. ❝But I do need information in exchanged. Not for me. For the Nauts. Particularly anything suspicious. Maybe like the disappearance of a few goods or murders that’s been happening around the port.❞

And that means he’s going to do it.

The thing is, Vasco is concerned for the murders the most. For the most part, he could easily overlook it. Not his or the Nauts’ problems exactly until it threatens any businesses or threatened them directly. In this case, it threatens them in particular. The murders been happening a little too close to their ships, leaving them as prime suspects. And the captain is certain none of them were doing it.

❝You have about a whole two days to get prepared. Otherwise, you’ll miss your chance and have to wait until we return.❞ Not that Vasco is going to leave Shin hanging like that. An empty threat until it becomes real. It would give enough time to get any information on the situation Vasco had going on.

Fingers rubbing at the inner lining of his pockets, Shin’s lips press together.

“You want me investigating, then?”

It’s not a big deal, in the long run, if that’s all. Considering the killing business is more cutthroat than those in the surface world believe, Shin’s already heard of the dead people cropping up so close to shore. It’s a rookie move-- there might be ease in body disposal with the proximity to the ocean, but concentrating murders in any one civilian area is never a good idea.

And Shin sighs. Investigating requires a level of patience and care that he doesn’t much enjoy outside his own operations.

“I’ll see what I can dig up.” His fingers pinch the fabric of his pocket a little tighter.

It's one of those LADYBUG - isms : when he wants attention, he gets dramatic. He returned from putting away the leftovers from dinner ( a simple task only salvaged by plastic containers, though he had cracked a plastic serving spoon in the process ) with clear determination. LADYBUG sat near Shin, considered the distance thoughtfully, and without further ado laid back to settle his head in the other man's lap with a sigh.

The American had long stripped down to the old tank top under his shirt after getting soaked doing the dishes. He grinned up at Shin playfully, blue eyes glittering as much as the beads around his wrists and neck. ❝ Hi, ❞ LADYBUG quipped. ❝ I hope you know CPR, because you just took my breath away. ❞ Oh, it's bad  ━  the line reeks of the app he downloaded on his phone that won't stop feeding him ( and in turn Shin ) downright awful pick up lines. Nevertheless, LADYBUG seemed to have amused himself, and his hair finished falling across Shin's legs as he laughed.

Ladybug’s head is in his lap, and Shin switches his book to his left hand so his right can card through all that pretty hair. A dog-eared page later and Ladybug has his full attention in the downward flick of dark eyes-- the book finds a space on the end table by the couch-- though as the corny little one-liner makes its way out, Shin spends a moment wondering if giving up his reading was worth it.

It was, he concludes. It is. Ladybug is as full of life as ever, and Shin hasn’t noticed it, but his mouth has tugged into a smile to match the sound of Ladybug’s laugh. Cheeky little bastard.

“How long have you been holding that in?”

His thumb tucks some hair over Ladybug’s ear. His free hand lands without issue on Ladybug’s wet chest, fingertips tracing light circles.

“I’m giving it a 4. Doesn’t work as well if your target doesn’t know CPR.”

It’s no surprise that word got around. After all, the Nauts did have their ways of transporting people from one country to the next. So, such things could easily get around, though it would also equal out a downside to their reputation. Call it magic. Call it something else entirely.

His gaze bore into the other man, staring. While his body leaned against the nearest building, tucked somewhat away from prying eyes yet still having view of the place he’s in. His arms being crossed over his chest.

❝I do have space on my ship for you to come in, but you realize it’s going to cost you, right? It’s not easy task transporting someone like yourself. Getting you out is easy, but getting you in can be quite…..difficult.❞

“If the cost is money, I have savings,” Shin says, plain and simple as anyone else would state fact. “...if you’re talking about something else, I might need more to go on than a cryptic warning.”

As far as he knows, the Nauts have their own brand of legality. Shin’s never bothered to look much deeper into it than accepting it as truth; the details for how they get permission to do what they do isn’t any of his business, and he’s the last person to care about technicalities.

Had Asahi had a shred more energy, he’d make a quip that he’s clearly fine if the soba is still up to par.

Instead, he takes the empties with a tired but albeit warm smile and moves them to the sink. As he begins to clean the items, he finally speaks up once more.

“How was your trip Shicchi? Did you do anything exciting?”

Asahi knows Shin does work with his family, and yet, he’s never really thought about the details. He’s always just taken Shin’s word at face value and his father never told him to steer clear of Shin, even after noticing the irezumi. 

So… what he doesn’t can’t be that bad, right?

“Yeah,” Shin says, taking his time with his juice in contrast to his food. “It’s always an honour being allowed to accompany the president to his foreign affairs.”

It’d been largely uneventful too, for the most part. In the end Shin had only had to take out two stray assassins who’d aimed to take his patriarch out; impromptu work that, of course, got his blood boiling. Little surprises like that were always the best, at least compared to having to wait for days on end and doing stakeout after stakeout.

“I was allowed to sit in at one of their dinner meetings,” he adds, a pleased note colouring his expression as he leans into his palm. “And we’ve struck a deal with a prolific Hong Kong manufacturer. They’ll be supplying us with tools and a list of suppliers to help some of our projects here in Kamurocho.

“It’ll be nice actually working on something here instead of out in Kansai.” With how much of their work involves keeping the Omi in their place and securing the Tojo Clan’s power, a lot of Nikkyo efforts occur in the west. The change of pace is exciting in its own right. “I’m looking forward to receiving the first shipment.”