Chapter 3 is here, good morning everybody!
Did you guys all have good weeks? I hope so. I saw Radiohead at MSG with my boyfriend and his brothers on Tuesday, oh my goodness it was a fantastic show! Then the rest of the week I worked on my cosplay for Otakon 2016! If you'll be there, say hi to me!
ANYWAY. Chapter 3... not much to say, I'll let it speak for itself, I guess! I hope you guys like it!
Enjoy!
Subaru and Kamui spent the rest of the week texting back and forth, only missing messages while working. At first it was simple conversation. Kamui asked Subaru what he did, and he explained his work as an onmyoji: how he used his powers and his magic, and Kamui responded with almost unnerving enthusiasm. His new friend was fascinating! Subaru would blush at the flattering interest, but found himself enjoying the attention, especially as Seishiro remained cold and distant, working long hours and being too tired for anything else when he got home.
Although their questions got tentatively bigger, they hadn't discussed family or relationships yet. There was also the question of why they weren't having these conversations in person. Kamui thought about asking Subaru to hang out a few times, but didn't want to push it. He had the sense that they'd have to move slowly. However, as his Friday night plans with his friends drew nearer, he figured he should at least try.
Friday morning dawned the first really nice day of the year. Kamui was on his way to a customer's place in Stuy Town, enjoying the warm sun. He sent Subaru a tentative text asking about plans, though he didn't expect a response. Subaru said he'd be out working at an apartment building with some issue that only came up between 3 and 4 AM. Kamui hoped he'd be home catching up on sleep. He returned his phone to his pocket, a slight blush in his face, and pressed his customer's buzzer. The transaction ended quickly: this person was a regular who bought weed "for his anxiety."
Kamui felt a twinge of guilt as he walked back down 1st Avenue. He liked to think his customer's friends were concerned about his habit, though he doubted it: self-medication with pot usually went unchallenged. He shook himself mentally as he reentered his apartment, inhaling the fresh, crisp air filtering through the windows he'd left open. Outside noise drifted in; it seemed everyone who wasn't stuck at work was out enjoying the beautiful day. Kamui plugged in his phone, opened his laptop and waited for Subaru to respond.
Downtown, Subaru was fast asleep, curled up in a warm ball in the corner of his bed. He'd gotten home at about 7:00 that morning and had barely enough energy to kiss Seishiro goodbye before he left for work. He finally stirred in the afternoon, groping for his phone to check the time. 2:30? How had he slept that late?! Not that it mattered, he had nothing else to do that day, but still… He sat up and stretched, trying to get his wits about him. Weird hours were just a part of the work he did, but he didn't think he'd ever get used to them. He checked his messages and smiled at one from Kamui.
"Hey I know you're probably sleeping but what are you up to tonight?"
"I'm not sure, why?" Subaru stared down at his phone, his heart beating rather fast.
"Some friends and I are getting together later, we'll probably grab dinner and chill, something low key. If you want to come you're more than welcome!" Subaru brushed his hair out of his face, feeling much more awake. He stood up, still holding tight to his phone. Should he go? Could he go?
"I don't want to intrude…" He texted back, blushing, and the reply came almost at once.
"You're not intruding if I'm inviting you :)" Subaru smiled nervously. He felt totally wrong-footed: in Tokyo he'd mostly kept to himself, spending his time working or with Hokuto. Until he met Seishiro, of course. Seishiro… what would he think about this? He'd said he was glad Subaru was making friends, but… Another text jerked him out of his mental spiral. "If it's too much too soon, that's cool." Subaru's expression softened, though his heart continued to beat faster than was necessary. Maybe it was too much. "We can hang out next week one on one if that's better, I want to hear about that job you did last night!" Subaru's smile widened and warmth spread in his chest.
"That sounds good. When are you free?" Again, the response came almost instantly, and Subaru wondered if Kamui was also holding his phone, waiting nervously like he was. 'What is wrong with you?' He asked himself, rather unkindly.
"I'm flexible! Pick a day and time dude!" The warmth in Subaru's chest spread outwards. They could hang out during the day while Seishiro was at work, which seemed like a way better idea.
"I have a client Tuesday morning, maybe we could meet after that? I should be done around noon, or is that to early?"
"That's perfect! Where?" Subaru checked his e-mail, scrolling for the address. He was about to send it to Kamui, but then remembered people in New York needed cross streets.
"91st and Park"
"No doubt! I'll meet you there!" Subaru's heart swelled, and he felt hopeful for the first time in what seemed like a while.
"Perfect"
Hours later, Kamui was still feeling the glow of finally making plans with Subaru. He knew it was stupid to get this excited over just seeing a friend, but he didn't care. It would be their first time hanging out when he wasn't working and Subaru, hopefully, would not be in some kind of emotional distress.
He played his music loudly as he changed into clean clothes and texted Sorata to ask where they were meeting up, feeling happy and excited. "It's so nice out tonight do you wanna just come to the island and drink and chill by the water?" Kamui smiled.
"Word! You want greens?"
"Bring if you want I'm cool with drinks"
"Sweet I'll meet you guys by the tram"
"Awesome!" Kamui grinned and grabbed his hoodie and his bag (just in case he got a work text), put his headphones on and was out the door. It was already almost dark out, the clocks hadn't sprung forward yet, but it was still warm and breezy as it had been all day. He walked up 1st Avenue, weaving in and out of everyone taking their sweet ass time. Luckily, he only had to wait a few minutes for the bus that would take him uptown. He found a seat in the back corner and stared out the window, watching the blue half-light deepen to a rich blackness over the city. In spite of himself, his mind strayed to his assignment for the following night: he'd be stuck inside a concert venue on the Lower East Side selling whatever Fuuma felt like giving him.
"Easy," Kamui had told Fuuma, lying next to him in bed, feeling thoroughly spent.
"Let's hope so," Fuuma replied, smiling as he took a deep drag from his cigarette. "Come here before and I'll give you everything."
"Everything?" Kamui asked, returning Fuuma's smile. Fuuma looked down at him, appraising, smoke swirling around him.
"Cute."
"59TH STREET!" The bus driver announced over the loudspeakers, and Kamui jumped up at once, startled. He realized how hot he was in the face and tried to compose himself, but his thoughts were stuck on Fuuma as he headed towards 2nd Avenue. He still had a bruise on his neck from last Sunday. He felt a rush of intense, visceral memories: Fuuma's mouth on that spot, biting and sucking, as he fucked him fast, hard and deep, his legs up over his shoulders and deep arch in his back… Kamui shivered and forced himself to pay attention, rubbing the spot tenderly.
Sorata and his girlfriend Arashi lived on Roosevelt Island, right between Manhattan and Queens. There were two ways to get there: the F train, which was crowded and unreliable and way out of the way, and a tram that crossed the East River on a terrifyingly small cable about a hundred feet in the air. 'At least I'm not scared of heights,' Kamui thought as he entered the tram and watched it fill up around him. He sent a text to Sorata saying he'd be there soon right as he received one from Subaru. "How's your night?" Kamui smiled.
"Hasn't started yet! I'm still on my way to meet up with everybody, what's up?" The doors closed and the tram began its slow, creaky way up and across the river.
"Nothing… waiting for Seishiro to come home. Sorry to bother you!" Kamui rolled his eyes affectionately.
"You can always text me :)" Below him the East River shown, cold and dirty, and reflected the lights from the buildings on either side of it.
"That's really nice of you" Kamui smiled awkwardly at the message, feeling both discomposed and pleased.
"Nah I just like talking to you" The tram began to descend.
"Even though I'm not very interesting?" Again, Kamui rolled his eyes.
"Don't come with that bullshit you're an onmyoji!" The tram shuddered alarmingly as it entered the station.
"My sister always says that" came the reply after a minute or so. Kamui's heart skipped at this new information. Subaru had a sister! It felt like a barrier had been lifted. He held the information inside him like a talisman and replied,
"That you can't be a boring onmyoji?" Finally the doors opened and people ahead of Kamui started to move. He sent a text to Sorata saying he'd arrived before reading Subaru's response.
"Yes… but I'm not sure if that's true or not. She says all kinds of things."
"Like what?" Again his heart seemed to skip. He shoved his phone in his pocket as he exited the station. At once he saw his friends there waiting for him and he grinned excitedly. "Hey!" He called, hurrying over.
"What's good, dude?" Sorata grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug.
"Not much, how are you?" When they broke apart he turned to Arashi and kissed her on the cheek. "Hey!"
"Hi! I haven't seen you in ages!"
"I know, I'm an asshole, I'm sorry! What's up?" Yuzuriha smiled widely and hugged him.
"What the fuck happened to your neck?" She demanded when she let go of him.
"Don't worry about it," he replied, smiling.
"This guy always has bruises," Sorata sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Sorry," Kamui replied, his smile widening.
"Do we ever get to meet the person doing this, or…?" Yuzuriha asked, raising her eyebrows.
"No," Kamui replied in a commanding tone, and she made a contemptuous noise in her throat before turning back to Sorata.
"So what's the plan?" Sorata shrugged theatrically.
"Get beer from the grocery store and walk?"
"We're brown bagging? Fuck yeah!" Kamui interjected, making Yuzuriha giggle. Arashi shook her head, though she was still smiling, and took Sorata's hand as they walked down the main road that circled the island. Kamui felt his phone go off and retrieved it to read Subaru's message.
"Um well she always says that one of the happiest things in the world is having a wish granted"
"And what do you think?"
"Get off your phone and pay attention!"
"What?" Kamui looked up and realized he'd walked right past the doors to the grocery store. His friends stood waiting there, looking at him curiously. "Sorry," he said, sheepishly, shoving his phone into his pocket and rushing back.
"Is everything okay?" Arashi asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Yeah!" Kamui said at once, and Sorata grinned.
"Texting whoever gave you that hickey?" Kamui sighed impatiently.
"No, this is just a friend," he said, with dignity. "I actually invited him out tonight but he couldn't make it."
"You have friends besides us?" Sorata asked as they entered the store, and Yuzuriha and Arashi laughed.
"Fuck you," Kamui shot back, though he was nowhere near mad; he'd missed his friends!
"They rearrange this place every time I come here," Yuzuriha observed, looking around as they followed Sorata to a drink display full of beer and cheap wine that probably tasted like vinegar. "What should I get…?" Kamui took advantage of the preoccupation to check his phone for messages.
"I'm not sure, wishes are always so complicated!" Kamui smiled.
"Yeah for sure! Like you wish for something and it makes you happy at first but then everything starts fucking up?" Kamui watched the chat bubbles appear and disappear several times until,
"Yes definitely! Of course half the time people don't even know what they wish for in the first place"
"Truth! Or they just wish for some trivial crap"
"What's your friend's name?" Came Arashi's voice out of nowhere. Kamui jumped, but smiled at her.
"Subaru."
"What are you talking about?" She asked, eyeing his cellphone, which he quickly stowed away to choose the can of beer he wanted.
"Wishes," he said, after a moment's hesitation.
"Interesting," she replied, encouragingly.
"Everyone good?" Sorata called, and received three nods in answer. "Give everything to me, it'll be faster," he continued.
"You want cash?" Kamui asked, handing his drink over, but Sorata waved the words away.
"Nah, you know I don't keep score like that."
"Thanks, Sorata!" Yuzuriha said, handing her drink to him. Kamui smiled appreciatively and reached for his phone again.
"Yes, I feel like most of my wishes are trivial"
"What do you wish for?" Kamui hoped that was okay to ask. He held his phone tightly as they left the grocery store, eyes adjusting to the darkness outside.
"Let's go to the lighthouse," Sorata said, distributing drinks wrapped up in paper bags.
"This is so ratchet," Yuzuriha giggled, opening her drink.
"Cheers!" Sorata called, and everyone clinked their cans together and took a sip. Kamui felt deeply at ease as they continued down the main road. Roosevelt Island was little more than an odd chunk of land sticking out of the East River. It was covered in uniform brick buildings full of very expensive apartments. It always reminded Kamui of a root town in a videogame and was vaguely creepy, but being surrounded by water with the lights of Manhattan glittering all around you, well, the views were glorious. He sipped his drink, listened to the happy chatter around him and looked at the newest message.
"Honestly? Right now I'd just like to see the stars. It's stupid, I know…" Kamui's chest suddenly constricted and he took another sip of his drink before replying.
"I FEEL YOU, that's not stupid at all!"
"Bro, seriously, what is so important?" Kamui put his phone away and stared back at Sorata.
"Don't worry about it."
"So your friend can't make it out tonight but he's free to text you constantly?" Sorata persisted, grinning.
"Stop," Arashi said, warningly.
"It's cool, I'll stop, I swear to god." Kamui looked over at Yuzuriha, who was also checking her phone, though she looked rather disappointed and returned it to her bag. "Are you done with midterms?" He asked her, choosing not to comment on the phone, and her expression brightened.
"Yup! Thank god. My spring break is next week, I'm literally counting down the hours." Everyone laughed.
"I do not miss school," Sorata declared, swigging his drink.
"I suppose that's why you're starting grad school in the fall?" Arashi asked, pointedly.
"Don't remind me, it's just to keep the old man happy so he lets us stay in his apartment," he replied, taking another gulp of beer.
"That's the only reason to be in school right now," Kamui added.
"Real talk," agreed Yuzuriha, raising her drink. They reached the tip of the island, which was a patchy green lawn with a small lighthouse stuck in the middle. A low stonewall surrounded it, and they each chose a place on it and sat down. Kamui sat cross-legged, holding his beer in both hands. A soft breeze ruffled his hair and the river swirled blackly below them, looking more like a giant oil spill than anything. He took out his phone and snapped a photo of the Manhattan skyline and Queensborough Bridge, their reflections shimmering on the water. Subaru hadn't replied to his message, but Kamui sent him the photo anyway, adding,
"This is the closest we get to stars"
Subaru heard his phone go off right as the door opened. Seishiro stepped inside and toed off his shoes, looking tired. "Welcome home," Subaru said, cautiously, and Seishiro graced him with a smile before heading down the hall. Subaru followed him hopefully, leaving his phone in the kitchen. "How was work?" He asked, sitting down on their bed. Seishiro was hanging up his jacket and Subaru eyed the muscles under his dress shirt.
"Work was work. How did everything go last night?" Seishiro looked Subaru right in the face, his expression open and receptive for the first time in days. Subaru's heart swelled at his interest.
"It wasn't anything too crazy," he said, modestly, "just a lot of residual anger. I tried to explain it, but, I think everyone in the building was just happy it was resolved." He smiled uncertainly, and Seishiro returned the smile.
"People don't care about reasons as long as they get what they think they need," he said, undoing the buttons of his shirt. His smile widened knowingly as Subaru's eyes followed his hands. Subaru swallowed and shrugged.
"I don't know about that, that seems unfair…" His voice trailed away as Seishiro stepped closer to him, still smiling.
"You're too kind, Subaru," he said, softly, though Subaru didn't want to think about whether or not that was a compliment. Blushing slightly, he reached forward and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Seishiro's pants. Seishiro's lip curled. "You're too kind, Subaru."
"Oh yeah that's why you got your shit rocked the last time I played you?"
"Fuck you, I was drunk!"
"That's no excuse, Yuzuriha gets fucking pro at all videogames when she's drunk!" Yuzuriha toasted Sorata and took a hearty swig of her drink.
"Well good for her," Kamui replied, moodily, sipping his own drink.
"Don't be mad," Yuzuriha said, grinning innocently.
"Next time it's fucking over," Kamui told her, threateningly.
"Oh yeah? What are you doing tomorrow?" She snapped back, ready to take up the challenge, but Kamui hung his head sadly.
"I have work tomorrow," he said, regretfully.
"Ahh well, I guess we'll have to wait for me to utterly destroy you."
"Pfft yeah okay," Kamui snorted.
"Children," Arashi interjected, breaking up the argument, though her gaze was deeply affectionate. A soft night breeze blew off the river, making them all shiver.
"Should we keep walking?" Sorata asked, and everyone nodded. Kamui uncurled his legs and slid off the wall, finishing his beer in one gulp. He sprinted to the nearest trashcan and slammed the can into it. "Two points!" Sorata exclaimed, hurrying after him. They headed around the lighthouse and down the darker, less impressive side of the island. Kamui checked his phone, but there was only a text from a customer, which he answered.
"Your friend?" Arashi asked, walking next to him. Ahead of them, Sorata and Yuzuriha were side by side, talking and laughing at the tops of their voices.
"Nah, work stuff. He's busy I think," Kamui said, surprised at how annoyed he sounded. Arashi groaned sympathetically and he appreciated the solidarity. "We're hanging out on Tuesday, though!" He continued, almost defensively.
"I can't wait to meet him," Arashi replied, and Kamui smiled back at her gratefully. "That rematch you and Yuzuriha are planning, maybe we could host it and you could bring him? I could probably talk Sorata into making cream croquettes."
"You're the best," Kamui told her, his smile widening.
"Cream croquettes?" Sorata whipped his head around so fast Yuzuriha looked startled.
"Yes," Arashi told him. "We'll tentatively say next Saturday?" Kamui nodded, the anticipation planting itself snugly in his chest.
"For what?" Yuzuriha asked, looking between Arashi and Sorata.
"For our Mario Kart rematch," Kamui told her, his eyes narrowing, and she snorted contemptuously.
"If by rematch you mean Kamui Shirou Gets His Ass Destroyed Part II, then yeah," she shot back.
"Doesn't Kamui get his ass destroyed every weekend, though?" Sorata asked at once, apparently unable to stop himself. Yuzuriha and Arashi burst out laughing. Kamui's face set and he shook his head before joining in with the laughter.
"I can't even be mad at that!" He conceded.
"It's hard to be mad when you're getting laid on the regular," Sorata agreed, and Arashi rolled her eyes, though there was rather a satisfied look on her face. Kamui kept laughing, trying to suppress the sudden intense memories of Fuuma pressing him down into his bed, kissing him violently and thrusting his hips up against him, oh god…
Subaru cried out suddenly, his whole body tensing up, gripping the bed sheets. "Are you going to come?" Seishiro asked him in a low, husky voice. Subaru shut his eyes tight.
"Yes!" He gasped. Seishiro stroked his erection forcefully as he continued to thrust hard and deep into him from behind. He laughed softly right in his ear.
"Come for me, Subaru," he hissed, and Subaru obeyed at once, releasing all over Seishiro's hand with a grateful moan, chest heaving and hands shaking. "Open your mouth." Subaru did so, his brain a blur, and Seishiro shoved his fingers in his mouth. Subaru shuddered and went furiously red, sucking himself off Seishiro's fingers. Seishiro sped up his thrusts and forced his fingers deeper into his mouth. "You're too adorable," he said, his voice tight, before straightening up and pulling out. Subaru collapsed onto his forearms, his head spinning, legs trembling, and moaned as Seishiro came all over his ass and the backs of his thighs. He felt flutters of pleasure even through his embarrassment.
Seishiro let out a low, satisfied moan and reclined against his pillows. Subaru could picture the satisfied smile on his face even though he was still face down in the blankets. Very slowly, he straightened up. He turned to face Seishiro, whose lip curled. "Go rinse off," he said, reaching for his cigarettes. Subaru swallowed and got carefully out of bed, feeling sticky and uncomfortable despite his satisfaction. He knew Seishiro was watching him and he blushed as he went into their en suite. He closed the door and turned on the shower, not looking at himself in the mirror. He stepped under the water, its warm caresses soothing on his skin. He could be annoyed at being sent in here without so much as a kiss, but he felt too relieved at Seishiro being in a good mood. It seemed their last weekend together before he left for Tokyo would be good after all…
Subaru shut off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. When he returned to their bedroom it was to find Seishiro at his ease, smoking. "Come here," he said, smiling. Subaru hung the towel on the back of the door before climbing back into bed. Seishiro passed him the cigarette and Subaru took a grateful pull on it. He exhaled the smoke and handed it back. They lay next to each other quietly for a while, then, "Will you miss me while I'm in Tokyo?" Seishiro asked, snubbing out the cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.
"Of course!" Subaru replied at once, his throat tightening. He moved closer to Seishiro, not wanting to think about sleeping alone for a week.
"You're sweet." Subaru moved closer still. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes," Subaru replied, realizing that it was true.
"Let's order something."
"I'll go get my phone." Subaru jumped up, pulled his pants back on and hurried to the kitchen. He saw at once a message from Kamui: a photograph of what looked like Manhattan and a massive, lit up bridge. It was captioned "This is the closest we get to stars" It took Subaru a second to remember that was what they'd been talking about, and though the implication of the photo was sad, he found it all rather touching.
"Where are you?" He texted back, before returning to Seishiro.
"So seriously, how'd you meet this guy?" Sorata asked as they turned another corner, almost back to where they'd started their walk.
"At a party where I was bartending," Kamui replied. His stomach squirmed, not so much at the lie, but at the aversive memories.
"The one uptown?"
"Yeah. His boyfriend works for the company hosting it."
"Word, he was just hanging by the bar the whole time?" Kamui nodded.
"I think it was just to avoid the housewives hitting on him," he continued, smirking, and Sorata laughed. "He's from Tokyo and said he doesn't really know anyone here, so I gave him my number." Sorata smiled at him.
"That was good of you!" Up ahead, Arashi wrapped her arm around Yuzuriha's shoulders. Sorata's eyes narrowed curiously at the gesture. "Is his boyfriend cool?" Kamui didn't really know what to say: all he'd been able to gather was that he was a handsome older man with glasses and a penetrating stare who seemed continually dissatisfied with Subaru and showed it. He definitely wasn't familiar enough to pass judgment. Plus he was fucking his drug supplier, what did he know?
"I'm not sure, I only saw him for a split second," he said, finally. Sorata raised his eyebrows.
"No disrespect, but it sort of sounds like you've decided already," he said, but before Kamui could respond Yuzuriha had turned to face them.
"Kamui?"
"What's up?"
"Do you want to take the tram back together or are you taking the F?"
"Um…" Kamui retrieved his phone and saw his customer had responded with a meeting place on 3rd Avenue. "Yeah sure, I'll go back with you." He also saw a message from Subaru, but decided to answer it later.
"Should we drop you guys off, then?" Sorata asked, a little sadly, and Kamui sighed. He hated this part. However, he smiled and chatted with his friends as they walked back to the tram.
"It was awesome seeing you," he told Sorata as he hugged him goodbye.
"You too, man! We'll see you next weekend though, right?"
"Fuck yes!" He replied, hugging Arashi. "Mario Kart and beer!"
"And cream croquettes!" Yuzuriha interjected, eyes on Sorata.
"And cream croquettes!" He agreed, punching the air. Everyone laughed, and after another round of hugs, Kamui and Yuzuriha entered the tram station.
"They're so perfect," Yuzuriha said wistfully, watching Sorata and Arashi walk back towards their apartment, hand in hand.
"Yeah." Sorata and Arashi had been together since they'd met their freshman year of college, while Kamui was still in high school. Their relationship had always been a fixture of their group of friends, even as other people had come and gone or been evicted.
Kamui and Yuzuriha boarded the next tram to arrive and sat down in the corner. Kamui took out his phone, texted his customer that he'd be there within the hour and then replied to Subaru's message.
"I was out on Roosevelt Island enjoying the nice weather" Yuzuriha sighed audibly.
"Are you okay?" He asked her, concerned.
"Huh? Oh yeah, school's just got me stressed out." Kamui eyed her shrewdly, noticing she too was gripping her phone, but she changed the subject. "So the person who gave you this hickey, is this just someone you're fucking or are you actually dating?" Kamui appreciated her honesty.
"He," he began, and Yuzuriha nodded, "is just someone I'm hooking up with."
"Someone new? Or the one we've been hearing about for ages?"
"That one."
"And you aren't dating him? Are you sure?" Kamui snorted.
"Positive. I wouldn't want to date him even if I could." Was that true, though? Two years ago it would have been a total lie. When he first met Fuuma, there had been no denying his feelings. Even now, Fuuma was amazing: sexy, powerful, smart and savvy… but Kamui also knew he was dangerous. He never knew who he'd get with him. Some days he'd find the straightforward businessman, others it would be the cold criminal, but more often than not it was the passionate lover. He still had no idea which one was the real one, or if it even mattered.
The tram doors closed right as his phone buzzed in his hand. "Oh… I have no idea where that is, I'm sorry!"
"It's this weird island right between Manhattan and Queens" The tram inched perilously along the cable, and when they got to the top Kamui took another photo to send to Subaru. "Getting here is terrifying but it's worth it to see my friends" Suddenly Yuzuriha let out an excited gasp, making him jump. "What happened?" He demanded, turning to see her smiling wide-eyed at her phone and frantically sending a message.
"What?"
"What happened?" Kamui repeated, eyes darting between her glowing face and her cellphone.
"I just got the text I've been waiting for all night," she said, grinning. Kamui raised his eyebrows.
"And you wanna come at me for being on my phone," he sighed, grumpily.
"Sorry," she replied, her grin widening.
"So is this just someone you're fucking or are you actually dating?" Kamui asked her in a mocking voice.
"Blow me."
"No thanks." They looked at each other and laughed as the tram made its cumbersome way into the station. "Which way are you going?" Kamui asked Yuzuriha as they emerged on 2nd Avenue.
"Uptown," she said, the grin still on her face.
"Get some for me," he told her, and she stuck out her tongue. "I'm going downtown, but text me when you're somewhere safe, okay?"
"I will." They hugged each other goodbye and parted ways, waving over their shoulders. Kamui put on his headphones and headed south, figuring he could walk at least part of the way. He changed the song playing, trying to stave off thoughts about what was coming, but was distracted by a text from Subaru.
"I've never even heard of it, I'm sorry! I don't know New York well at all" Kamui typed out his reply recklessly, deleted it, then typed it out again. He bit his lip when he finally sent it.
Subaru was eating take out and drinking wine in his living room while Seishiro was in the kitchen, on the phone with someone from work. He listened to the conversation, though he couldn't understand much, as he looked at Kamui's message. "That's what I'm here for! I'll show you everything!" Subaru's heart swelled at this generosity.
"Please don't go out of your way, but, I'd like that" Subaru sent the message and took another sip of wine, rather warm in the face.
Aww, these two are so cute! Their date is next week, see you guys in a few days!
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