#hyoubukyosuke

     “Dancing, Major?” The mere thought is enough to get Magi’s attention, fingers curled against the ship’s railing. A careful blink before his gaze is shifted, fixed on the man next to him with his arms resting on top of the rails. Dull green eyes look his way and he finds himself tensing slightly, fingers clenching metal bars. It’s interesting, to say the least– the idea that someone like Kyosuke would have a liking for such an activity. Or that he would even consider such a thing ( though Magi feels should it truly be considered, it’d be dropped just as quickly with a complaint ).

     Suppose what’s really curious about the statement is the fact that he said ‘again’ and Magi finds himself wanting to press, to get more out of the Major. He doesn’t, though. Opting to stick with his silence and the sound of the waves licking at the Catastrophe’s sides.

     “... I didn’t take you for someone who would enjoy that,” Finally, the silence is broken, eyes lowered in a softened gaze, “Considering you and what hobbies you have.” A brief joke, enough to get a soft laugh from the esper when he hears the Major click his tongue, notes the way his brow furrows in distaste. But it’s true. Dancing was very low on the list of things that he could think of that the Major would be interested in– let alone things that he’s done. It’s that ‘again’ that he’s focused on, fingers tight on the rails again before Magi eases his grip, lets his gaze trail back to the ocean beneath them.

     Perhaps, he said. A possibility.

     If Magi is being honest, it’s a... nice thought.

     He would like to.

     “Well,” The waves are loud. There’s no music but the esper pulls one hand away from the railing and turns on his heels to better face Hyoubu. His gaze is still soft and he tilts his head slightly, the corner of his lip twitching for a brief moment at the stare given to him, “Who’s stopping you, Major?” And Magi’s lifting the hand he pulled from the rail, offering it in invitation to Hyoubu– watching his eyes shift from his face to his hand and back again.

     A soft breath escapes him at the call of his name and the statement made, attention grabbed as he lifts his gaze up from the papers in his hands to look at the Major. There’s a slight twitch of his eyebrow at such a request being made, jaw tensing slightly at the question asked. Carry him? Carry him? Just what did Hyoubu think he was, let alone who he was asking such a thing of? It’s something that Magi knows better than to question.

     After all, despite his usual protesting, he knows the Major. And he knows that he’ll do what it takes to make Magi bend at the knee and give in to what he wants.

     As much as Magi hates to admit that he gives in a little too easily at times.

     “Don’t you laze around enough as it is?” He muses, laying the sheets on the desk’s surface ( or what part of it he can, considering the Major resting atop of it ). Still, he lets out a breath in mild defeat, knowing well that he won’t hold up in a battle of wit should he argue the request. And in his acceptance of the position he’s in does Magi press his palms into the edge of the desk, pushing himself back to allow himself some room to move. A arch of his spine, a satisfying pop as he rolls his shoulders before the psychokinetic stands and leans over Hyoubu’s laying frame.

     “Demanding, as always though,” A slight complaint but not quite. The esper doesn’t really have a problem with it. That much is shown with how he complies, hooking one arm beneath the crook of the Major’s knees with the other sliding against the small of his back. There’s a quiet grunt when he hoists Hyoubu into his arms, pulling him close against his chest– a slight tilt of his head to one side being made with a soft noise escaping through the side of his mouth.

some meme idk

why do irrevelent people like you keep talking

happy birthday to me

     He knows that look. God, does he know that look. It’s too expectant. Hyoubu’s look that he’s come to learn means ‘I want something’ and with the outstretch hand- palm up- the added ‘right now’. But there’s a predicament with the esper’s sudden demand. A problem on Andy’s part that has him glancing to one side and then the other to avoid the other’s look: he doesn’t have anything to give him. How is he supposed to hand over something he doesn’t have?

     It makes him sweat briefly.

     He knows, now, that it’s the Major’s birthday rather than being blindsided like he was before. He’s aware of what day it is and yet, he’s caught off-guard again empty-handed and the redhead knows that he doesn’t really want to deal with whatever consequence might happen to him this time for being without a present for Kyosuke again. But what can he do? How is he supposed to just hand over something he doesn’t have?

     Well... he’s got one idea in mind.

     Will it put him in even more trouble? Maybe. Does he care? At this moment, not really. Not right now. If anything, it’s testing the waters- gauging just how much shit he’ll be in for coming up with nothing when he knows what day it is. It’s better than nothing though, isn’t it? That’s what Andy tells himself.

     He swallows hard in his throat, gaze staying shifted to the side. Briefly is a glance chanced before looking away again, and hesitantly does Andy start to lift his hand. Up and up until his fingers brush against Hyoubu’s hand ( his shoulders flinch briefly, a slight embarrassment at just what he was doing ) before the redhead slides them into his hand. Palm rests against the silver-haired esper’s, staying still for a moment to take in the feeling, the sensation of his hand resting against the other’s. A soft breath is exhaled after a few moments, his hand shifting and pulling back to let his fingers touch Hyoubu’s again. This time, however, he arches his wrists, curves to slide his fingers between the spaces of the esper’s own and curl them against his knuckles and squeeze, bringing their palms together again.

     His face feels warm, color surely tinting his cheeks before Andy forces himself to shift his eyes back onto the Major, brows furrowing slightly in the embarrassment that eats at him. Another swallow is made as the redhead steps close, closer with another aversion of his eyes, “I don’t have anything to give you right now,” he admits reluctantly but he squeezes Kyosuke’s hand again, keeps his gaze fixed elsewhere, “But–” he trails off, getting quiet as his face heats up more, feels his heart crawl up his throat that it feels like he’s suffocating– drowning—

     It stops him none as he leans down, however. Leans in close, close, close until his nose nudges against Kyosuke’s head and his lips brush against his fringe. And carefully, gently, does Andy press a kiss against his forehead, a shuddered breath being exhaled as he does so. A few seconds does the redhead linger there before leaning slightly back, letting the mismatch of grey and gold look into the green of the Major’s eyes before Andy looks away again.

send a symbol to give me muse... // accepting!!              ♤: an uncomfortably long stare

Did she know that man? No. Did his stare unsettle her? Oh yes. But Reiko, being shy and awkward around strangers, couldn’t just open her mouth and tell him to look somewhere else or even ask if there was a reason behind him staring at her so intently. Instead, Reiko took a step back, furrowing her brows in discomfort. 

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