To Kurama’s surprise, the first couple weeks of Kuronue being... well, back in his life, were relatively low-key. Normal. He still attended school. His mother still cooked dinner, albeit for three instead of two. There were no demon attacks or sudden great heists. Just quiet days of Kuronue struggling to keep a diurnal schedule and sleeping with his head against Kurama’s leg while he did homework.
It was nice, but unsettling. Quiet days had never been a thing in Makai, and with the bat here, it felt like something needed to be chaotic. Yet that chaos didn’t really come. Certainly, there were times when he was awake at two am because Kuronue was bored. And he had to be creative about hiding hickeys because even if he protested, they still ended up some places. But if they could be domestic, this was domesticity. Shiori hadn’t even tried kicked him out yet.
It was almost a relief when Yusuke called, one of his rare, serious phone calls that weren’t him finding service at Genkai’s to bitch over the phone, or asking to hang out at an arcade, or tucked away in Kurama’s bedroom. He nodded a couple times, leaning back into Kuronue’s side, making sounds of understanding. An assignment, after quite a lot of radio silence. A tournament, it sounded like-- some sort of massive brawl between demon and psychic alike. Mostly demon. And for whatever reason, they needed to compete and win. To take down the organization running it. Likely.
Well, alright. That didn’t sound easy, but it was better than woolgathering. “Alright. We have two months then. Yes. I see.” He hummed thoughtfully. “At Genkai’s, I presume. Well, if nothing else, we’ll come out of it with the patience of saints.” A bark of laughter from the other end. Kurama smiled. “Tomorrow afternoon? Yes, I’ll see you then. I’ll bring snacks. Maybe that will soften Genkai a bit-- no? Ah. Unfortunate that I can’t buy alcohol-- no I’m not stealing some, Yusuke.” A thoughtful pause. “Well, I suppose I could. I’ll think about it. Yes... yes. Okay. I look forward to making you eat those words.” A chuckle. “Yes, yes. See you. Good night, Yusuke.” He hung up with that, staring at his cellphone screen.
He tilted his head up, looking at Kuronue through his eyelashes-- as that was the only way he really could, at the moment. “I’m apparently fighting in a tournament.”
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