[ It had taken some adjusting to get used to the idea of seeing Fushimi on a regular basis without an attempted fight to the death being involved. They had started out meeting on neutral ground, nowhere near Homra or the Scepter4 mansion. But as months passed and trust started to reestablish itself they started hanging out in... less neutral places. One of their apartments, usually Fushimi's since Yata's was cramped, the only thing he could afford on the salary of a part time worker.
They would hang out or occasionally get a bit closer like they had before, but no matter how late he stayed over though, Yata never stayed the night. He always made some excuse to leave, but this time was different. They had been watching a movie that Fushimi didn't hate and had missed half of it due to... distractions and it was late by the time the movie ended. Long past the departure time for the last train of the night. Leaning against Fushimi, Yata averts his eye and doesn't actually look at him when he speaks up. ].
[ Fushimi is, for lack of a better word, pretty calm about this situation. He actually likes it. Having Misaki close, even if they still occasionally argue - about unimportant things mostly - or get mad at each other, is better than having him at an excruciating distance. Where he's not even able to reach him.
He slips his arm from around his shoulders, pushing his glasses up as he frowns. There's no sense of time for him like this, but he assumes Misaki wants to leave. ]
Tch. The last train's already left idiot. [ He tries to look nonchalant about it because ugh how does he even do this properly? He's getting better at things but he still stumbles every now and then. ]
It'd kill my board t'ride back to my place. [ He mumbles a bit now ] So I'm gonna have to stay here tonight.
SLEEPOVER
They would hang out or occasionally get a bit closer like they had before, but no matter how late he stayed over though, Yata never stayed the night. He always made some excuse to leave, but this time was different. They had been watching a movie that Fushimi didn't hate and had missed half of it due to... distractions and it was late by the time the movie ended. Long past the departure time for the last train of the night. Leaning against Fushimi, Yata averts his eye and doesn't actually look at him when he speaks up. ].
Oi.
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He slips his arm from around his shoulders, pushing his glasses up as he frowns. There's no sense of time for him like this, but he assumes Misaki wants to leave. ]
Che. You can stay, you know.
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It'd kill my board t'ride back to my place. [ He mumbles a bit now ] So I'm gonna have to stay here tonight.