Prompt: On a date
Gilag had never looked more confused in his life. All he'd known about "love" was what he'd seen on television, and yet here he was, listening to Alit gush about this date he's planning out. He knew what a date was, but really now…
"Oi Gilag! Does going to a boxing match count as a date?" He asked, eyes filled with excitement. He was nearly glowing at this point. Gilag looked befuddled, unsure of how to properly answer that question.
"I guess if they like boxing as much as you do, I suppose it's—-"
"Great!" He jumped out of his chair, sending his pal a two-fingered salute. "Yuuma loves boxing, so I know he'll have a great time!" And with that, he exited BARian and made his way to find the boy.
Gilag remained in the bar, staring at the door for several moments before…
"EH?! TSUKUMO YUUMA?!"
—-
"Hah?! A boxing match?!"
Alit grinned, and held up two tickets. "Come on, you'll have fun!"
Yuuma hesitated. He didn't particularly care for boxing all that much, but seeing Alit all fired up made him happy. Really happy. He really couldn't resist, could he. He sighed, but gave a big grin. "Alright, let's go!"
They had raced to the arena, and since the loser had to buy drinks…
"Here's your drink," mumbled Yuuma, still a bit sore from the race. Alit smiled and thanked the other, snaking an arm around the other's shoulders playfully. "Hey now, where's that Kattobingu spirit you're always showin'?!"
"I-I've still got it!" He threw a fist in the air, making a sort of "yahoo!" cheer. He certainly was fired up, but Alit knew that his pal had more energy than that. So he waited to the match to start.
Much to his surprise, Yuuma found himself enjoying the boxing match quite a bit. Though he certainly didn't understand half the calls or the names of the punches being pulled, the fiery spirit of the audience got him riled up, too.
Even though he was pointing out certain moves to Yuuma, Alit knew that the other boy wasn't paying much attention. Not that he minded entirely; That just meant Yuuma was enjoying himself. Still, there was shred of desire for attention—-
"Hey, Yuuma—-" He leaned forward so he could talk to the other over the crowd, but didn't expect Yuuma to turn his head at that exact moment—-
Their lips brushed. It was the smallest of touches, but neither one of them moved for several moments. Eventually, it was Alit who pulled away, laughing nervously and frantically waving his hands in front of himself. "My bad my bad! It was just an accident I swear—-"
But Yuuma was laughing. Laughing. He looked… happy? "Eh?! Now you're laughing at me?!"
Yuuma shook his head. "Of course not!" He was still laughing, but his smile was sincere—- like an angel's.
Though of course, he was certainly a sneaky angel, for Alit hadn't expected Yuuma to actually kiss him on the cheek following that.
Alit was sure that this was heaven, despite the two of them being in the middle of a crowd of cheering boxing fans. The cheering? Of course those sounded like a chorus of angels singing atop pleasant clouds.