[Look. He's been distracted. There was a kid in the woods and a scary fucking bunker with a gun turret on it. Michi hasn't actually spent much time mapping out the town.]
(manjiro's found a home falling asleep on takemichi's chest. it feels nice, being lulled by the way it rises and descends, the soft heartbeat a rhythm for his own breathing, his blanket providing comfort between them. he's a lot softer in the morning, with the slumber still sprinkled on his face, poofy strawberry blond strands - bad mood aside. once he awakens, his chin rests against the bone he had been resting against, and he takes a good look at the idiot--that he can't help but like so much.
he tries to unwrap himself so he can get to his routine, except... he can't? he's stuck? all his strength goes to ungluing himself, which means he pushes michi into the bed further, no warning--
and he sighs when he looks up. a little mistleintruder. a little paper on them, that says "kiss" bright as day.)
[Takemichi's stint of blissful ignorance comes to an grinding halt when Mikey's muscle digs into his clavicle, and he lets loose an undignified squawk. He's already blinking up at Mikey in growing confusion when the struggling boy speaks up.]
W-What? [He rubs away his bleary morning vision.] If you gotta piss, just climb over me.
(some would argue it would be an honor, make-a-wish type shit to have manjiro sano step on them, so, like, that wouldn't be a problem? perhaps a dream come true to some? the highlight of their lives? peak delinquent fantasy? but no, this isn't it.)
[Rapid fire blinking is go as Michi instinctively tries to sit up. He doesn't get far, but he can now see the conspicuous sprig of mistletoe above their heads.]
(he's looking at the plant, at the boy, at the paper, all in a sequence of confusion. he has kissed plenty of people due to this situation lately, but takemitchy -- that's a difficult one. manjiro likes him, he does, but it's not as simple as it is with anyone else. firstly, straight. secondly, he's low-key mad, thirdly -- too early, his brain hasn't finished compiling all the reasons why he doesn't go forward with it.
he's never been one to hesitate, both of them know it, so the pause is just so he can put his mind in place, remind himself that this is nothing, and it takes no time for him to pull himself up to touch lips together. manjiro would never give a half-hearted kiss.
[Unlike Mikey, Takemichi hesitates all the time. He's also pitifully slow, a fact which is not helped by how fucking early it is. Not two seconds after the groggy idiot comprehends that they will have to kiss if they want to get out of bed today, Mikey makes it happen.
With no time to question the morality of their situation, Takemichi is left to feel the pressure against his lips, the humidity of another person's breath in his mouth. The kiss is firm but not pushy, brimming with Mikey's patented confidence. Michi can't even react at first, stunted by surprise, but when his brain finally catches up, he reaches for Mikey's shoulder. Indecision scrunches his face for a second before his fingers curl into Mikey's sleeve, and he parts his lips.
It probably won't work if he doesn't reciprocate. Right?]
(he doesn't know if this will happen ever again - most likely not. he'll quietly pine, or not so quietly. he has admitted before that he has some feelings, and even takemichi has eavesdropped on that. "i adore him" perhaps isn't so straightforward, doesn't consider all the nuances, but it is, nevertheless, true. the boy under him is strong in ways manjiro can't begin to understand, and it could make manjiro's strength pale in comparison. he can't help but be attracted, like the boy's a magnet, even when manjiro wants to reject it.
calloused fingers find their way to takemichi's cheek, a caress that's soft in contrast to who manjiro is, his tongue searching for another for company. he can feel his cheeks go red, goddamnit.)
[Mikey isn't the only one who can feel the heat going to his head.
Takemichi admires the invincible gang leader to the point of placing him atop a divine pedestal. That deified existence is now sliding his tongue between Takemichi's teeth.
It's a shock to his entire system, that special brand of overload that can't be described in words. The smell of Mikey's morning musk sends hurricane force winds tearing through the dusty attic shelves of Michi's brain, and the tickle of Mikey's bangs scatters his otherwise solid understanding of himself to the four corners of the Earth.
The feeling doesn't compare to kissing Hina, not at all, but that's what's so shocking. There's no comparison. This is an entirely new feeling that tugs on his heart in a very different way. What way? He has no damn idea. But it's definitely different.
And- Oh fuck. Their tongues are touching.
He squeezes his eyes shut, tightens his iron grip on Mikey's shoulder, too tense and uncertain to match the tenderness behind Mikey's caress. Despite every warning alarm going off all at once inside his head, however, he doesn't pull away. His head may be a complete mess, but he'd stopped running away from his messes a long time ago.]
(a horrible idea to drag this out, when manjiro himself knows that a peck would do, but hey. listen. listen, he has-- feelings. stupid, stupid feelings. when he looks at takemichi, it feels like the sun smiling right at him, the unbreakable spirit, regardless of how much one might try to dim him, and that in itself is enough for him to think the same of the other. a pedestal.
his heart is pretty divided, not belonging to a single person, it could never. too many people hold their place in it, and he gives it away, but fuck, if it doesn't beat faster, ambitious to be in the hands of the man he kisses.
he never excepted takemichi to excel at this, he's-- well. takemichi, but it is perfect in its own right. perhaps the other boy may feel how he's trying not to smile as he kisses, and while he loathes the fact, it must end eventually, and he must breathe. it ends with him almost mad that it had to, a sigh as he sits up.)
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(and then he comes back for a quick peck. fuck that mistletoe. this one is because he wanted to.)
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there's some really freaky stuff going on here.
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you already have a place?
[Because Michi sure doesn't.]
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[Because he has to protest at least once. He's not cool enough to be as shameless as Mikey.]
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[...Guess that means they're sharing a bed then.]
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[Look. He's been distracted. There was a kid in the woods and a scary fucking bunker with a gun turret on it. Michi hasn't actually spent much time mapping out the town.]
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big house dude big house
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it's a long story. i'll tell you when i find the inn
it might be important!
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next day from drinking
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you better drink it!!
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he tries to unwrap himself so he can get to his routine, except... he can't? he's stuck? all his strength goes to ungluing himself, which means he pushes michi into the bed further, no warning--
and he sighs when he looks up. a little mistleintruder. a little paper on them, that says "kiss" bright as day.)
... Takemitchy? Wake up.
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W-What? [He rubs away his bleary morning vision.] If you gotta piss, just climb over me.
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(some would argue it would be an honor, make-a-wish type shit to have manjiro sano step on them, so, like, that wouldn't be a problem? perhaps a dream come true to some? the highlight of their lives? peak delinquent fantasy? but no, this isn't it.)
Mistletoe. We're stuck.
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...balls.
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he's never been one to hesitate, both of them know it, so the pause is just so he can put his mind in place, remind himself that this is nothing, and it takes no time for him to pull himself up to touch lips together. manjiro would never give a half-hearted kiss.
if he's to kiss, he's to take breaths away.)
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With no time to question the morality of their situation, Takemichi is left to feel the pressure against his lips, the humidity of another person's breath in his mouth. The kiss is firm but not pushy, brimming with Mikey's patented confidence. Michi can't even react at first, stunted by surprise, but when his brain finally catches up, he reaches for Mikey's shoulder. Indecision scrunches his face for a second before his fingers curl into Mikey's sleeve, and he parts his lips.
It probably won't work if he doesn't reciprocate. Right?]
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calloused fingers find their way to takemichi's cheek, a caress that's soft in contrast to who manjiro is, his tongue searching for another for company. he can feel his cheeks go red, goddamnit.)
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Takemichi admires the invincible gang leader to the point of placing him atop a divine pedestal. That deified existence is now sliding his tongue between Takemichi's teeth.
It's a shock to his entire system, that special brand of overload that can't be described in words. The smell of Mikey's morning musk sends hurricane force winds tearing through the dusty attic shelves of Michi's brain, and the tickle of Mikey's bangs scatters his otherwise solid understanding of himself to the four corners of the Earth.
The feeling doesn't compare to kissing Hina, not at all, but that's what's so shocking. There's no comparison. This is an entirely new feeling that tugs on his heart in a very different way. What way? He has no damn idea. But it's definitely different.
And- Oh fuck. Their tongues are touching.
He squeezes his eyes shut, tightens his iron grip on Mikey's shoulder, too tense and uncertain to match the tenderness behind Mikey's caress. Despite every warning alarm going off all at once inside his head, however, he doesn't pull away. His head may be a complete mess, but he'd stopped running away from his messes a long time ago.]
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his heart is pretty divided, not belonging to a single person, it could never. too many people hold their place in it, and he gives it away, but fuck, if it doesn't beat faster, ambitious to be in the hands of the man he kisses.
he never excepted takemichi to excel at this, he's-- well. takemichi, but it is perfect in its own right. perhaps the other boy may feel how he's trying not to smile as he kisses, and while he loathes the fact, it must end eventually, and he must breathe. it ends with him almost mad that it had to, a sigh as he sits up.)
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(and then he comes back for a quick peck. fuck that mistletoe. this one is because he wanted to.)
Come on, let's go find breakfast.