"Not so shy text."

My heart raced when I entered the room, a smile unfolded from my lips. Hearing Yata's voice explode like a volcano with anger on Kamamoto again. I learned to ignore is silly outbursts and let them pass on by. Mr. Kusanagi like usual was behind the bar's wooden counter organizing his glasses till Yata's explosion drove him up the wall. Finally noticing me as I walked into the bar further from the two doored entrance, Izumo looked over lazily greeting me a "Hello.", Instantly I sat by Yata. He tensed up, then relaxed after he realized it was me. His angered toned down leaving Kamamoto be to play his game on the hand held everyone used at the bar. We used to have at least three of them, But.. Yata's aura flickered once. Melting one of them. Then the other one got tossed by Chitose. The chesnut hair male glanced at me from the corner of his hazeled pools, as his left hand snaked into his baggy pockets for his phone. Begining to toy with it, We had a rather odd relationship. The smell of cigarettes and ash filled my nose. along with some type of sweet smell. Couldn't really pin point what it was really. Yata loosened up on me only a few months ago, His flustering toned down a bit. But that was only with me. Yet he still blushed here and there, I found it cute. He never told me to shut up, nor fuck you. Usually if we got in a fight, He'd let me win. Hating the fact that my cute face was blowing up on him. That only happened several times, over the littlest things that didn't really matter. Feeling his heat radiant off his body comforted me, the smell of his cologne he lightly wore made me practically melt, the cologne was almost like a earthy tone smell to it, with a scent of floral followed behind it. I smiled at the thought, Yata noticed this as he glanced back at me for a few seconds. I never really confessed my feelings to him, Only because I dropped small hints. Which he got them, only to let him know that I cared and that he wasn't alone in anything.

I pulled my phone out as well, Hearing the noises of glasses clink together from Izumo cleaning his favorite glasses. Along with the sound of some brawler game Kamamoto was playing, a clock that 'Tik tok' it's little heart away. It was sunday, nothing really happened on sundays. Everyone's sleeping in from work we do all week, Or spending time with girls (Chitose..). I slumped down in my seat, as I got onto Facebook. Scrolling down the newsfeed, nothing interesting unless there was drama from old high school friends. Feeling an elbow knock into my arm a few times, getting my attention I looked at Yata, "Hm?.." he pulled his phone into my face, having me read something about Chitose bragging about some girl he met at the club. I laughed lightly and shook my head. "What a loser.." Yata mumbled deeply, breathing in deeply, I started talking to an old friend. Catching up on each other lives, she asked me if I met any boys, I laughed at my phones screen and began typing away. Telling her about Yata, and about HOMRA. Lifting up my mood more, I glided my hand to Yata's free right one grasping onto it. Catching a look at his peachy toned cheeks he intertwined his fingers with mine. Which caused my face to heat up a bit, Shocker. He's never done that one before, I quickly told my friend what happened. Feeling Yata's pulse against my hand, the heat, the rough yet soft flesh against mine. I looked at him, smiling weakly. He did the same, as his thumb began to caress my hand softly as his grip tightened on my hand.

Kamamoto and Izumo didn't notice what was happening, his thumb circled and stroked my own and ontop on my hand. As he began typing away on his phone. Seconds later I recieved a text from him.

[1:42 p.m - From: Yata Misaki]: We.. need to do this more often. Ok? -Vanguard-

I stared at my phone blanky, as a goofy smiled played on my face. Biting down on my bottom lip, tapping on my screen replying to him.

[1:44 p.m - To: Yata Misaki]: I'd like that.

Pouting, as his hand quickly left my own- The springs on the couch cracked as his form stood up. He looked flustered again, with his face pink as fuck. The hazeled locked boy didn't make eye contact with me. Storming out of the bar, leaving on his skateboard. It sadden me that, that only lasted so long - Hearing my phone beep again I looked down on it after 15 minutes passed by -

[1:59 p.m - From: Yata Misaki]: See ya later. -Vanguard-

I guess he wasn't as shy with text's after all.