#vohun

           “ ‘heard about your head,”  kaminaga said as he took out a bottle of scotch from the cupboard. behind him, he could hear the scraping of chair legs against floor as hatano pulled one out to sit. right now, his posture, with his back facing the other; his tone, a false nonchalance - it was all deliberate, a conscious action to ground himself. yet his hand, tight around the neck of the bottle, was not. inside his skull, his brain are shouting out orders: you are not that worried about him, you do not want to caress his head, you do not want to hurt the person who did those things to him. the slightest of sigh escaped his lips, and he went to open another cupboard before taking out two glasses, shiny and spotless from fukumoto’s meticulousness. he turned around, walked towards the table with the glasses and the liquor in his hands, and only then he let his eyes rested their gaze on hatano.

death of a bachelor starters // accepting!

            several replies came to his mind; ranging from a simple ‘ what?’, to ‘ was that you trying your hand at poetry?’, to ‘ and you think mine isn’t?’. ultimately he settled on none of them, instead gingerly taking the other’s hand and grazed the knuckles — all the while keeping his mouth shut. he wanted to come up with a better verbal response; he knew no matter how nonchalant hatano sounded ( or how ridiculous his choice of words were), this one he couldn’t answer with his usual flippancy.

            “ it may be so,”  he started, still trying to buy time to sort his thoughts out, “ but we’re cut from the same cloth, are we not? we’re basically mixing poison with poison.” unbeknownst to him, his voice sounded more and more distant with each passing second; and his next sentence seemed like it was said to himself more than anything, 

"I trust you" bad decision abor t

i’ll find a way to bring angst into this

a dispute that leads to disbandment

jealous bc your fellow member slash crush enters the we got married program

injured while performing

injured bc of fanatic fans

injured bc of fanatic-hater

???

     by the time they started drinking, kaminaga knew something was off. true, hatano had put up a very convincing act, and to somebody else it might've not been obvious. but kaminaga wasn’t just ‘ somebody else’. he knew the male better than most, had seen him more closely, and in a completely different light. by now he understood most, if not all, of the little signs on the younger’s features and gestures. when the other excused himself, kaminaga gave him a considerable amount of head start before following suit. if his estimation was correct, hatano would be in— 

          bingo. 

     leaning against the door frame, he took in the sight of hatano with his shirt partly off and a box of first aid kit by his side. upon noticing his presence, the other relaxed and told him to come and help. kaminaga, of course, complied without much protest but a teasing ‘ yes, yes. how did i ended up being the partner of such a bossy kid?’. with each step he took towards the latter, the more clearly he could see the bruises scattered all over the expanse of his skin in various sizes and shades of blue. he took a seat just behind hatano, examined his back for a moment before speaking up, hands already reaching for a scrap of cloth to treat some of the wounds.

             He knows not the purpose behind Hatano’s actions, or if there’s one in the first place. ( Is there? ) Then again, such trivial things mattered so little. As ᴘʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ sᴘɪᴇs, had they not reasoned enough on missions and the like? They were superior, calculating, observant — far more intelligent than most, if you will. But life would be outright ᴅᴜʟʟ if he questioned too much, understood too much; and so, he decides not to mind. He plays it off as entertainment, for that’s what all this is: a child’s ɢᴀᴍᴇ. Nothing more, nothing less.

             Light chuckle leaves pallid lips as he grabs Hatano by the hand. His grip — gentle, yet firm.     ❝ Getting rather friendly, aren’t we ? Guess I have no choice but to return the ғᴀᴠᴏʀ. ❞