i have someone as my goal

Not sure how tumblr do with long pics so eh yea

The corner of the stranger's mouth dips down as he fixes him with a glare that makes Kaburagi really regret stopping by this konbini. But hold on—his brow furrows. Beneath the other guy's super sketchy look and equally sketchy choice of beverage, there's something weirder going on. Something that makes his heart pound and his mouth go bone dry.

"Are..." his mind races. And then he steps back, raising an accusatory finger as the drink fridge watches on. "Are you a telepath or something?!"

"Telepath? What the hell are you talking about?!"

Kaburagi huffs. "I totally didn't say that out loud!"

"Ha? Obviously you did, dumbass. How else would I have heard ya?”

“That’s exactly what a telepath trying to hide it would say!” The orange-haired boy frowns, and the stranger looks more and more nonplussed by the second. It makes a memory spark in his head and his shoulders sag. “Although… I guess you’re probably right.”

(He had been extremely confident that he had kept his jeez, are you married or something? an inside thought, too. But then Imaizumi and Naruko had gone from bickering among themselves to chasing him down with red faces in the blink of an eye, and Kaburagi still didn’t know how tickling could be so vicious.)

“You’re one weird kid,” the stranger scoffs, rubbing the back of his head. But after sizing him up through his long lashes once more, he’s stalking back toward the cash register, muttering something about a fushigi-chan that Kaburagi doesn’t quite catch.

Just in case, though, the orange-haired boy tries his hardest not to think of anything as he reaches for a bottle of his beloved drink.

.

In line at the cashier, the stranger’s eyes catch on him again.

“Orangebeena?” He barks. “Are you serious?”

Kaburagi balks. “Hey!” Retort, retort— “Take that back, or—or God will strike you down!”

A beat passes.