The kid was good at drawing, Roppi would give him that. He'd never been a fan of art though, and anime never made sense to him.
Hachimenroppi flipped through the notebook's pages with a frown. None of the people Tsukishima drew had eyes; a lot of them didn't have faces at all.
It was a little creepy.
The raven grimaced when he turned the next page to find his own face. The drawing was detailed (but then again a lot of them were), and all of his face was there.
Why did this kid draw him anyway? It seemed silly.
Roppi sighed and dropped the notebook on Tsuki's bag.
He'd looked through it- there wasn't really anything interesting. A few bills, a grocery list, pens and that notebook.
Hachimenroppi stood, and pulled on a relatively clean shirt and his jacket. He had a date in about an hour- but he didn't see the point in trying to look nice. It was just the Heiwajima idiot. It's not like he was trying to impress anybody.
The Orihara frowned and checked his wallet. He had enough for his own lunch at least; he didn't want to owe Delic anything.
After dumping Tsuki's things on his desk, he flopped back onto his bed. He had an hour to waste, an he didn't want to go to the kitchen. His brothers were probably there, and he didn't want to talk to them.
Once he finished school he'd have to find somewhere to live on his own. Probably away from Tokyo; somewhere quiet. Away from all the astonishingly stupid people he knew.
The raven rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow.
Nothing really made sense anymore.
"Tsuki~ how's your tea?"
"I-it's… Good." No, not really. It was almost sickeningly sweet. Tsukishima did like sweet foods, but this was too much.
"I'm glad, I'm glad!" Psyche's smile widened and he sat down next to Tsuki on the couch, leaning just a little too close.
The blond cleared his throat and shifted, but Psyche just leaned a tiny bit closer.
Tsukishima started to panic a little. How could he get out of this? Psyche scared him quite a bit. The raven reached out to hug the teen and grinned.
"Tsuki~! I'm glad that you're-"
"Oi. Psyche. Hands off."
Ah! Tsuki sighed in relief. Roppi was there. But wasn't he on a date? It wasn't even that long ago… It'd only been a little over half an hour since Psyche had taken him back to Roppi's house. Had Delic gone home…?
"Eeh? What's this? Did you get yourself a boyfriend? He's pretty cute too! I'm proud-"
Oh. Tsuki looked down at his lap as Roppi jabbed Delic in the ribs.
"…I-I'm going to go get m-my bag…"
Psyche reluctantly released him, and the blond walked quickly down the hallway.
Hachimenroppi faltered and scowled. Now Tsuki would know that he had looked through the bag.
Psyche disappeared into the kitchen, mumbling something about being hungry.
Roppi followed Tsukishima, slapping Delic's hands away from his waist.
The host frowned sulkily, sat down on the couch, and drank the rest of Tsuki's tea.
Hachimenroppi pushed open his slightly ajar door, and blinked. Tsuki was holding his bag to his chest rather tightly, and he was bent over to pick up something off the floor.
Roppi decided he didn't mind the view.
The blond stood, and Roppi could see that Tsuki had a pen in his hand. It was probably one of the pens he'd borrowed (or the few he stole) off of Tsukishima.
"You can have it back, if you want."
"H-huh? Oh, Roppi… Y-You can keep it."
"It's yours."
"Keep it…"
"Alright then, I'll keep the damn pen."
Tsuki flinched a little and dropped the pen on Roppi's bed before trying to run past the raven. Hachimenroppi glared and pushed the blond back into his room, closing the door behind him.
"R-roppi-san…?" The older directed his glare on the blond, and Tsuki flinched again.
"Stop doing that."
"D-doing what?…"
"Flinching."
"I-I'm s-sorry," Tsukishima's head dropped, and he tried to avoid the glare.
Roppi glared harder and grabbed the blond's collar, holding him against the wall.
Hachimenroppi wondered if he should kiss him. Maybe harshly, maybe he should be mean, so Tsuki would leave and not come back? That would probably be the better solution.
This was a come dream, so it didn't matter if he screwed things up a little (or a lot) right? The raven tilted Tsukishima's chin up and kissed him. Not as hard as he probably should have done- not even like the ones he'd give the other Heiwajima idiot. He'd probably regret it sooner or later. Sooner was more likely.
Hachimenroppi released the blond and stepped back.
"Leave."
Tsuki nodded and gripped his bag tighter, scrambling to open the door, and run away. It took him a little over thirty seconds to leave the house and start running. He didn't think twice about Delic and Psyche kissing on the couch, or the loud thud from Roppi's room.
