Tsukishima loves Roppi, more than he loves himself. However, not all love is sweet.
Shizuo isn't sure if Roppi is really hungry, nor does he seem to mind at all. There's a cigarette in his hand, tapped against his leg as ashes fell to the ground. It's not right to smoke in public, but that's pushed to the corner of his mind. It's not right to smoke infront of someone he loves, but Roppi doesn't care. Infact, he once pulled the cigarette from his fingers and inhaled in deeply, watching Shizuo with large eyes.
He had done it to prove to Shizuo it was okay. From then on, Shizuo would light a smoke or two, then watch as Roppi leaned against him- as he was now. Swirling the ramen around in his bowl, making a few faces. He reached over, fingers brushing down his boyfriends hair, to his neck. There is a scar back there, he knows it from memory.
"Tried killing myself," Roppi had said the first time Shizuo asked about it. He seemed careless, shrugging before covering it with one cold palm. "It's okay."
It wasn't okay, Shizuo knew that. But he never brought it up again; though he does this- rubs his thumb against the faded scar; smiles faintly when Roppi pauses and looks at him with that face. Narrowed eyes; furrowed brows and a pursed lips as if he wants to whine, but doesn't.
"Ya gonna eat?" Shizuo asks, then grins when the raven shifts, swats at his hand then grabs it as he drops it. Shizuo chuckles beneath his breath, presses the butt of his cigarette against the counter, mentally tells himself he would pay for it- as Roppi makes a sound and nudges him.
"I am eating."
A silence falls upon them as Shizuo leans to peer at the bowl, tsks and shakes his head. He shouldn't care so much, but as far as he's concerned Roppi's too fucking thin. Nearly bones, it should gross him out; but then again, he knows that if he pushes Roppi to far the poor man would be sick. He tells himself it's because he doesn't enough and if he had an actual steady diet, then he wouldn't be sick.
"Nah, you're not"
"Shizuo, stop telling me to eat. I will, seriously." Despite the seriousness of his tone of voice, Roppi's teasing. Bouncing and then shoving a mouthful of noodles into his mouth; slurping in this annoying way on fucking purpose and chewing, all the while- he's giving Shizuo his attention, eyes wide and pupils too fucking large to be considered normal.
Shizuo watches, is silent. Then shakes his head; pulls out his phone and does something for a few moments as he waits for Roppi to finish. He rather have Russia Sushi, because it's nothing to hard to think about. But Roppi doesn't like sushi- well, he seems not too. Always avoids it; makes faces when Shizuo offers it as a place to eat at. But if Roppi eats something- atleast shitty Ramen- then it's totally okay.
"Done!" Shizuo glances upwards, blinks several times. Yeah, the soup is gone. The broth is still there, veggies and meat poking forth. He raises one brow, Roppi shrugs and pushes the bowl to him. With another chuckle, Shizuo goes to pay- Roppi leaves a tip. When Shizuo goes to ask, Roppi's fingers dance along his wrist; curls and tugs.
"For the cigarette," is all his boyfriend says and Shizuo can't help but blush- but happiness bubbles in his chest because Roppi noticed- and knows him far too well.
"Right."
They're walking home. Roppi is happy- bubbly and rambling about something Shizuo doesn't bother to really pay attention too. He heard the start, a few pieces here and there. Occasionally he notices that Roppi is pausing to stare at something and then he's talking all over again. It's about a book, yeah. Shizuo picks that up when Roppi suddenly waves his hand in the one way Shizuo knows Roppi is going on and on about something in a novel he's never heard of.
Suddenly, Roppi's pausing. Stiffening- Shizuo knows that stance. He's seen it plenty today and it annoys him- pisses him off but he doesn't know why. Roppi glances back, then turns to Shizuo and gives a small smile. When Shizuo looks backwards- all he sees is a fabric going one way.
"Someone's been following us," Roppi sighs. Shrugs; then makes sure to cling to Shizuo. "You'll protect me, yeah?"
Shizuo looks at him, narrows his gaze because he's not to sure as to why someone is following them. He hasn't smelt Izaya all day- a blessing, really, because the last time Shizuo smelt Izaya during a date..least to say, Roppi refused to look at him for a very long time. And if he did, it was with this teary eyed gaze with a shaky bottom lip. So, he tries to think of anyone who wants to fuck with him. Thinks of none, because he knows his reputation has gone around plenty; hell-he's even in his bartender get up today, because he did have work until Tom cancelled.
Roppi is silent, it pisses Shizuo off. Not Roppi- but whoever made him silent. Roppi silent wasn't good- it reminded him of the younger wanting to commit suicide and hurting himself..they were thoughts he didn't want around.
Shizuo wraps an arm around the younger one; tugs him close and kisses his forehead. "Yeah, I'll protect ya, kid. Don't'cha worry."
It's a promise he intended to keep.
