Tsukishima's head keeps turning to look behind them, as if his neck were made of rubber. Roppi would be more annoyed, if it weren't for the blond's fingers grasping the end of his coat sleeve.

"Roppi-san," his worried voice starts, "There's a bird following us."

The brunet snorts, aware that the bird in question is just Toudaimoto. "It's probably mistaking your scarf tassels with worms," he dismisses with a logical distraction.

At his side, Tsuki relaxes; an easy smile wiping away the stress on his face and his grip lightening up on Roppi's sleeve until just two fingers pinch the material. Hachimenroppi's heart thuds against his ribcage when he looks at the other man's petite smile, so his eyes dart away hastily.

"You're probably right, Roppi-san."

"Of course I am," he snaps accidentally. Clicking his tongue, Roppi whispers under his breath, "Sorry."

Tsuki's eyes widen slightly, pointer finger rising to fix his glasses. "Roppi-san..." He trails off, switching topics. "T-There's a cafe by the bookstore. W-Would you-"

"Yes," Roppi interrupts. The brunet jerks his arm away suddenly, spooking Tsuki as he almost tears his friend's coat with his grip. Tsuki's expression begins to falter with an open sadness, forcing Roppi to act quicker and snatch his empty hand with his own. The blond's face burns red, though Roppi tries to look at everyone else but the young man holding his hand.

"Roppi-san-"

"Don't be so formal," the brunet snaps again.

Tsukishima exhales an H sound twice before finally verbalizing, "Hachi?" Hachimenroppi falters immediately, almost tripping over a minor crack in the sidewalk as all of the blood in his body rushes to his face at once.

"I want coffee," he screeches, tugging Tsuki along as he regains his footing and walks faster. Feet behind the duo, a crow perched atop a lamp post snickers.

Tsukishima fidgets while searching his schoolbag for his train pass. He doesn't want to part from the young man quite yet, but they both have homework to do and can always see one another at school tomorrow. Roppi's train is going in the opposite direction, though he's been kind enough to wait until Tsuki has his things in order before departing for his station.

"I-I found it," the blond announces, holding out the card for show. Hachimenroppi's gaze lifts from the ground, eyes pointedly looking at the pass.

"Tsuki," the other man says, demanding his attention.

Tsukishima barely has a second to respond, the brunet's hands shooting out and grabbing both ends of his scarf. Wholly surprised, Tsuki allows himself to be forcefully tugged down by the other man who immediately captures his lips with his own. Startled, he inhales sharply through his nose, but leans downward. At some point, his eyelids flutter closed to match the brunet's.

Hachimenroppi's fingers tighten around the cotton material of Tsuki's scarf, leaning up on his toes to better kiss the taller young man. Tsuki's hand bumps his elbow as they lift, his fingers smoothing up Roppi's clothed arm to find his hands. Roppi reluctantly releases his grasp for Tsuki's fingers, eagerly entwining them with the other man's as they continue to kiss uninterrupted.

The strong taste of bitter black coffee is still on Hachimenroppi's lips, while the vanilla shortcake Tsukishima had ordered for himself is fainter. The blond's lips are smooth, obviously caring enough to occasionally apply lip balm, while Roppi's carry a few indents and tears from his teeth. Neither preoccupy themselves with these details, nor the other people gathering at the station for their trains, their attention instead fixated on the inviting and comforting warmth the other provides.

The station announcer announces the next train arrivals and the soon-to-be departures for the passengers, cueing the duo to finally part. Both of their faces are painted a soft cherry red. Tsuki struggles to see, as he quickly realizes that their nasal breathing fogged up his glasses.

"My train is that way." Roppi says, untangling his fingers from the blond's and absentmindedly pointing. "See you at school."

"O-Okay," Tsuki replies, sluggish mind as foggy as his glasses.

Hachimenroppi departs quickly, shrugging on his hood to better disappear into the crowd. A minute ticks by before Tsuki's mind catches up to him and his long legs bolt in the direction that the brunet had went.

"Wait, Roppi-san, I don't know where my train is!"

"Tsuki! Dear sweet brother! Please tell me that pot is for me!"

Tsukishima rolls his eyes in the kitchenette as Delic drags himself out of his bedroom. With disheveled hair and pajamas and a pair of bags under his eyes, Tsuki knows that his sibling's current state is of his own doing. "Sure, Nii-san, you can have some."

"Some," Delic highlights aloud. His tired eyes not hiding their mischievous glimmer as his eyebrows begin to wiggle. "Hot date keep you up last night?"

"We went to a cafe and bookstore," Tsuki hesitantly offers," that's all."

"Sounds like a date to me." The other blond says as he scoots by his twin in the kitchenette, finally noticing the to-go cup by the brewing pot. "Oh ho," Delic trills, eyes locking onto the cup.

Tsukishima's face burns with embarrassment. "Nii-san, please."

"You're so cute," he coos, obnoxiously pinching Tsuki's cheek and forcing his twin to swat his hand away. "Next you'll be baking him cookies and packing his lunch!"

"Where were you?" Tsuki demands with his reddened face, turning the attention onto his sibling. "I never heard you come in."

"With a friend," Delic admits easily, shrugging one shoulder as he goes about making his own cup.

Tsuki remains quiet, silently appraising his twin's expression and posture for honesty. Delic realizes this belatedly, halting his first sip of coffee to meet his twin's eyes. "Seriously. We talked music n' junk."

Tsukishima relaxes, a petite smile forming as his blush dies down. "I'm happy for you, Nii-san."

"Not as happy as I am for you," Delic purrs. "Do you need condoms? Lube? Trust me, you're better off with more lube than less."

Tsukishima's hands slap to cover his face, fingers tugging his scarf up and over his mouth. "Please," he mumbles under the material for divine intervention.

Delic pulls away from his cup after a noisy slurp, socked feet speedily walking away. "'Kay, lemme go grab some!"

"No," Tsuki startles after his twin, "Nii-san!"

"Safe sex always, Tsuki!"

Having only heard the last yell, Shizuo debates leaving bed early to figure out what he's missing and ultimately decides that he doesn't want to hear about the sexual escapades of his children anymore than he already has had to.

"Good morning, Hachimen." Tsuki greets as he approaches the school's open gates with his brother in tow.

"Good morning," the brunet politely greets as he turns to face the other young man, his face souring as he catches Delic's Cheshire grin from behind Tsukishima. The younger blond quickly notices, stopping his gait to elbow his sibling's arm.

"Ow!" Delic says dramatically, as if the assault on his person was stronger than that of being smacked with a rolled magazine. "Geez, I'm going. I'm going!" He holds up his hands in mock surrender as he passes by the scowling brunet hurriedly. Turning around at the last moment, Delic loudly yells, "Stay safe, you two virgin flowers!"

The duo's cheeks explode with color, drowning with embarrassment as other students turn to look, some even snickering.

"I'll kill him," Roppi hisses under his breath. His narrowed eyes boring holes into the back of the blond's head as he crosses the school grounds.

"He means well," Tsuki awkwardly tries to dismiss. Roppi's sizzling face whirls on him, his anger simmering down as Tsuki presents the steaming to-go cup.

Hachimenroppi hesitates, but does accept the beverage. "You don't have to keep buying me coffee, Tsuki."

"Oh, but I made it for you." Tsuki casually says as Roppi's eyes widen. "Besides, I like doing nice things for you, Hachimen." Tsuki smiles innocently as Roppi's face warms further.

"Stop talking, idiot. People are looking." The brunet hushes before taking a sip of the hot liquid to occupy his mouth.

"Okay, Hachi." Tsuki quietly replies, cueing Roppi to sputter around the rim of his cup.