#t:deadringer

It was time to move his few things to sector oo1 and he still hadn’t popped the question. No, not that question. The other question, the one that still wouldn’t leave his mouth no matter how many times he tried speaking up. For some reason, he was expecting rejection. He wanted Shouichi out of this place with him, so neither of them had to deal with the unsafe surroundings of district epsilon. But to share an apartment, they’d have to share a room, and it seemed more likely that Shouichi would want to request his own in a few days, sectors away where Shouichi couldn’t cook for the two of them too often---

So, Makoto kept stumbling over his words and changing the subject, even as he and Shouichi were carrying small boxes of accumulated things out of his room in Epsilon. “Tsugami-san, er, you don’t have to stay...” he managed to choke out eventually, but an intercom, as blaring as a siren, roared to life with a panicked voice. In shock, Makoto dropped the heavy box he was holding with both hands onto his foot. 

“Agh...” With a grimace, he crouched down to ease the weight on his foot. The intercom carried on, explaining the new situation in the city. “This isn’t a joke, is it...?” he muttered up at the high ceiling.