#anukai

   “Don’t run away!”

 It was already bad enough Hiroki had to end the fight from earlier. Being assigned to this area, it wasn’t strange for his ambulance to be around the place, and quite worryingly, frequent at this “bar”. But now that it was over, it came to the next problem that was harder to solve than the bar fight. A patient too stubborn to be treated.

 “You’re going to bleed all over the goddamn place and it’s harder on me Aneko-san!”

   “You were right, Aine. This bakery really is managed by a faerie,” He told the tiny faerie sitting on his shoulder. Even if fair folk couldn’t lie, they were the best tricksters and spinners of the truth, so he always minded what they said and paid attention to his own words. 

fay exclaims a soft “ oh ? “ at the sight of another’s familiar visage that he can’t pinpoint , but can swear is definitely there. it gives him the audacity to approach , gently patting the male’s shoulder to gain attention.

“ have we met before ? i feel like i’ve seen you somewhere. “

loud but familiar meowing from behind caught his attention , an airpod removed as a frown grew on his face; gaze fleeting around to find the source. an increasing suspicion of his cat , pepsi sneaking into his backpack kept him on edge. but instead of going through the hassle of checking himself , ryou poked the person before him.

“ can you ,, just quickly check my backpack && see if you find a black cat in there ? “

ever since he had begun to worm his way, forcibly of course, into kyosuke’s life, he had noticed more and more of the little details about him. how his eyes betrayed every little thing he felt. how he would mutter to himself. and namely, how often he had to fix his hair when it fell into his face. was he in need of a haircut? had he actively made this torturous decision, condemned to a fate of constantly and consistently having to sweep back his bangs?

mandus did not know. but what he was aware of was that it drove him insane.

‘ allow me to fix your hair. ‘

it wasn’t a kindness. but it could be mistaken for such, and he would not tell him otherwise.

caring not for granted permission, he already had welcomed himself to do as he so pleased. careful, meticulous hands smoothed through kyosuke’s hair (soft, well-managed, what he anticipated from someone who thrived off of his looks), pushing every last strand away from his face. pausing, hands still sat in his hair to keep it from falling back, his eyes slowly traced over him.

‘ you have a handsome face. don’t waste it with a poor haircut. ‘

shifting to reach into his satchel, were kyosuke to ask what he was doing, he wouldn’t bother with an answer. his actions would be explanation enough as a swipe of hair gel was delicately run through kyosuke’s hair, styled beneath scrutinizing golden eyes to ensure it all fell into place just perfectly.