Hidaka worries that he might have dressed up a little too fancily.
Goto insists that it's okay, he actually looks normal, so he guesses that he's just being unreasonable again. A blue jacket and a white shirt… that and denim pants. He really is not overdressed, right?
Now he feels conscious because Fushimi might think that he has not applied effort to this at all.
Fighting the urge to change his clothes again, he exits his dorm room and heads to the place that Fushimi instructed him to go earlier. He finds himself checking his watch almost every ten seconds, and that he feels the urge to find a mirror every time.
"Hey, you're here."
Fushimi's voice snaps him out his thoughts and he quickly turns around.
Hidaka is suddenly confused.
Fushimi is wearing his usual Scepter 4 uniform (not that he's complaining; Fushimi is good-looking no matter what he wears), and so the fear of being overdressed shows up in his mind again.
"I have something that I'd want you to do." Fushimi speaks again, and Hidaka gulps.
"…What is it, sir?"
Fushimi thrusts into Hidaka's hands a bottle of milk decorated with a small black ribbon. "Here."
"O-Oh…" Hidaka holds the bottle up and observes it. Milk, huh? That's kind of strange, but if it's a present, then he will not complain…
"I'm sending you an address to your PDA." Fushimi speaks again. "It's a restaurant. You'll find a guy wearing a ridiculous black beanie and a white shirt. Give that to him and tell him that it's from me."
"Wait, what-"
"I have work to do."
Fushimi is out of the room before he could even understand anything.
He eyes the bottle again and makes a face. This isn't Scepter 4 work, is it… Not that he's complaining. If Fushimi actually needs his help right now and wants him to do something, then he will be glad to be of assistance.
But somehow, strangely, he feels like he has been punched in the face.
Hidaka walks inside the restaurant slowly, looking for a person who will fit Fushimi's description.
'A guy wearing a ridiculous black beanie and a white shirt.'
What does a ridiculous beanie even look like? The kind that goes with an artificial beard? The one with fake ears? Or…
Hidaka sees a familiar guy sitting rather impatiently by the window. He is wearing a black beanie and a white shirt, but Hidaka thinks that the beanie looks fairly normal anyway… Ignoring that, he realizes who the person is in the first place despite the fact that a decorative plant is actually covering his view.
HOMRA's vanguard, Yatagarasu, or Yata Misaki.
Hidaka thought that he was enemies with Fushimi.
He walks towards Yata, careful, and the latter snaps at his direction even when Hidaka hasn't gotten too close yet.
"What are you looking at?"
"Ah, I'm a coworker of Fushimi-san… He sent me to give you this." Hidaka hands him the bottle of milk, and Yata glares at it like it carries a plague.
"Saruhiko, that asshole…" Yata grumbles. "I see. So he didn't want to come, after all… and he really had to send milk. Asshole."
For a moment, Hidaka feels envious of the fact that this person is still calling Fushimi with his first name.
"Err, pardon my asking, but the two of you… are you still friends?"
"Ahhh?" Yata glares at him, frowning. "Tch. No, he's too much of an asshole for that."
"Ah, I see…"
"You're one of the Blues, right? Can't believe I'm chatting with a Blue like this…" Yata rolls his eyes. "The two of us, Saruhiko and I, I mean… we'd still be friends if he weren't such an asshole."
"Oh…"
"For example, this damn situation!" Yata clicks his tongue. "I invited him to dinner 'cuz I had the strange idea that maybe we can still fix our shit, but he fucking stands me up and sends a guy that I don't even know!"
"Err-"
"No offense about that. Also," Yata places the bottle of milk in front of Hidaka as he stands up. "I don't want this. Tell him to talk to me once he's done being an asshole."
"Right…"
Yata walks out of the restaurant, and Hidaka doesn't know how to feel.
"Misaki, I'm so sorry I'm late, I just realized that I should have-" Fushimi's eyes widen upon seeing that the person he is talking to isn't actually Yata. "…Oh." His impassive mask is back. "…So he left?"
"Well, yes…" Hidaka bites his lower lip and hands Fushimi the bottle of milk. "Here… He said he doesn't want it and…" He gulps. "…And that you should talk to him once you're done being an asshole…"
"…I see." Fushimi clicks his tongue. "…Not like I'd care."
"But you're here now." Hidaka wants to stop himself from saying even more. "I mean, you wouldn't even be here if you don't care, right…?"
Fushimi looks at him, surprised, before diverting his attention to something else. "…Shut up."
"Also, you can talk to him now if you want to… because you're not an asshole… Right?" Hidaka forces a smile to make the situation feel lighter. "…I know you're actually a nice guy."
"You're stupid." Fushimi stands up. "Let's go."
"O-Oh. We'll go back to the headquarters already?" Hidaka asks as he stands as well, following closely behind Fushimi.
"No."
"Eh?" Hidaka feels the familiar sensation of his heart skipping a beat again. "Say what, sir?"
Fushimi clicks his tongue and scratches his cheek, almost as if embarrassed. "…You mentioned that you won't do anything tonight, right? So… Let's eat dinner somewhere else. If that's okay."
Hidaka blinks. Maybe he's dreaming, after all. He pinches himself which earns a confused look from Fushimi.
It isn't a dream.
"O-Of course it's okay!" Hidaka exclaims and walks faster to catch up with Fushimi. "Let's go! Where do you want to eat? Ah, there is this really good sushi bar that I like… I mean, I really like sushi, so…"
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