promuseboxing | [K PROJECT POST]

[ What the hell does he say to Fushimi? They're both so choked on old feelings that it's a miracle they can even breath properly. He swallows, a pit forming in his stomach as he tries to find the right words. ]

...I miss you, too.

[ He hadn't actually thought to hear Yata ever say that. Perhaps he'd entertained the idea, but this day had been practically nonexistent in his mind. Fushimi rubs at his cheek, considering what to do in response. ] Misaki— [ Slowly, he stands up and offers his hand to him. ]

Come here.

[ He walks over cautiously, too wary about being hurt again after opening himself up. But despite that he does stand in front of Fushimi, hands unclenched in a sign of peace. ]

Yeah?

[ Fushimi doesn't say another word to him. Instead, he leans in and slides his arms around Yata's shoulders to draw him into a close embrace. It's a hard memory to face, that this used to be so much easier and less complicated than it is now. But he's too stubborn to retreat and admit defeat. Instead, he just clutches at him and closes his eyes. ]

[ He's tense for a moment in the hug, but that drains away as he finds his face pressed into Fushimi's neck. He's warm and all at once nostalgic of when gestures like this weren't so heavy with emotions. Yata wraps his arms around Fushimi's back, fisting into the material of his blue coat lightly. ]

[ He's quiet for a while, tightening his grip on him at the first touch of his hand to his back, and Fushimi knows it might be a long time before Yata trusts him like he did once. Still, it's progress. He likes progress just as much as he likes holding his once best friend this way. After a few minutes, he decides to say something. ]

I would like to try again. [ Carefully choosing his words, he hugs him even tighter. ] I'm willing to start over if we have to.

Start over...? Not possible, we've got too much between us t'start that fresh. [ He tightens his hold on Fushimi's coat so he can't pull back and put up new walls between them. ] But trying again sounds like somethin' we can do.

Che. You're so slow. [ He knows he isn't going to let him go, so he's resigned to standing there and leaning into him. Admittedly, it's something he's wanted for a while. Fushimi sighs quietly. ] How?

I dunno. Just kinda ease back into it? [ Since they basically stumbled face first into their relationship the first time. In Fushimi's case he leapt face first into it. ]

And shut up, I'm tryin' at least.

I am too. [ And it was the most fun they'd both had. Yata certainly can't deny that. Fushimi can't either. He moves his hand to touch the ends of his hair. ] The negotiations should be over soon. We can discuss what to do after the terms have been set.

Why wait for them t'stop dragging their feet? [ He shrugs ] We can just do this like normal people do and get lunch sometime when we're free.

[ Yes, he did just ask Fushimi on a date and he's somewhat aware of it. ]

[ Normal people? Fushimi leans back, cocking his head to look at him. A little suspicious at first, but he can't stop the smile slipping across his face. He grabs his hand. ]

I accept. Let's go right now. [ He didn't specify when or where. Fushimi doesn't actually care either. A gentle tug, and he turns, expecting Yata to follow him. ]

[ He can't help grinning either, it's impulsive but he can't resist that smile. He follows after him, letting Fushimi lead the way through the mansion. ]

Kusanagi-san's gonna be pissed I skipped out on the negotiations.

[ He's already decided where they're going to go too, some small take-out place nearby that might have something he'd actually eat. Fushimi doesn't release his grip on Yata's wrist either, smug at the way most of the subordinates around them rush to get out of the way. ]

Tell him you were busy. You're not missing much anyway.

[ He ignores the people getting out of the way since they aren't important in this particular situation. ]

Busy gettin' lunch with one of our future allies. I'm not sure if he'll be annoyed or proud.

It's not like it matters. [ It's said under his breath. He doesn't want to talk about Kusanagi or the negotiations. He only wants to talk about them. Fushimi quickly pulls him out into the courtyard, heading for the gates. A glance back at him. ] I haven't done this in a long time, Misaki.

[ He looks around the courtyard and he can see the tell-tale signs of Mikoto's break out from their holding cells in the quick patches. None of it matches the existing stonework and a part of him is still stupidly impressed by it. But Fushimi's words distract Yata from that line of thinking. ]

Neither have I, you know.

[ Fushimi, on the other hand, doesn't bother to look at the damage that's slowly being repaired. It reminds him of too much, just like a lot of other things, and once they're outside the gates, he takes a second to adjust his glasses and straighten his coat. The sword at his hip is a nuisance too. ]

Yes, I know. [ He makes it a point to look at him, almost as if he's daring him to say something. ] It's this way.

[ It's Yata's turn to grit his teeth at that little reminder that Fushimi has been keeping tabs on him. But he swallows the irritation and walks with him. It's still a bit creepy, though. ]

Where are we going anyways?

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