Band practice had run later than usual today, due to Haruka having a prior commitment and being unable to make it at their usual time. As such, Iori hadn't had an opportunity to visit the cafe. He was a bit crestfallen by that, because he had grown unreasonably attached to Kyo, but perhaps a bit of distance would be good. After all, Iori can't spend every waking moment at the coffee shop, even if he wants to.

He walks past the cafe, hoping to see Kyo through the glass sweeping the floors or stacking chairs. There's no sign of the brunette, so Iori turns his gaze forward and keeps walking. At this time, the street isn't too crowded. It's off the main streets of Osaka, so Iori has an easier time navigating since the density of people isn't as high. There aren't many cars out, either, but a motorcycle whizzes past him and ruffles his hair a bit. Iori pays it no mind until the vehicle stops, and the driver removes his helmet.

"Yo! Yagami, what's up?" Kyo waves enthusiastically at him. "Hey, you actually look well-rested for once. Something wrong with you?" He leans against his bike and gives Iori that sexy– no, stupid smug look. Iori can't decide if he'd rather smack Kyo or kiss him. Maybe both.

"I got more than four hours of sleep last night." It was true– Iori had slept for a nice, long, eight hours. He woke up feeling blissfully refreshed.

"Wow! Is that a new record?"

"Shut up."

Kyo giggles to himself before a comfortable silence sets in. The brunette is staring at him, and Iori… has no idea what it means. Maybe he's deciding what he'll make fun of next. Or maybe he's checking Iori out, and the very thought makes Iori's cheeks burn–

"That's a nice shirt. Looks good on you."

Ah. Iori hopes that the streetlights don't give his flushed face away.

"Do you always wear things that are so… low-cut? I feel like you're always wearing things like that," Kyo points to his chest.

Iori clears his throat awkwardly. "I-I um… yes, well… I like… shirts that…"

"Show off your tits?" The stupid fucking smirk returns to Kyo's face. "I mean, I can't blame you, if I had tits like that I'd show 'em off too."

For a moment, Iori is too stunned to speak. Was that… a compliment? But…

"They're– they're not tits!" He yells, drawing the attention of a few bystanders. "They're pectoral muscles, you idiot!"

"Titties," Kyo says, his grin becoming wider. Iori sighs.

"I'm too tired for this shit. Goodbye." Iori turns and starts walking.

"Wait! Do you want a ride home?" He stops. Turns around slowly.

"I don't trust you."

"Huh?"

"How do I know you won't drive us into a ditch? Or crash into a tree?" Iori crosses his arms and shifts his weight to one leg. Kyo rolls his eyes.

"Dude, I drive myself to work and back every day and I haven't died yet. My license is up to date, too. See?" Kyo pulls out his wallet and hands his license to Iori. There's a picture of Kyo's stupid face, along with his stupid date of birth and other information that Iori burns into his mind. "I'm responsible."

"Didn't think you were capable of that."

"Do you want a ride home or not, jackass?"

Iori thinks for a few moments. He's awfully tired, and he wants to spend time with Kyo…

"Sure."

Kyo beams at him, and Iori struggles to not kiss him on the spot.

"Great! Here you go," he hands Iori his helmet. Iori hesitates for a moment before climbing on, being careful not to touch Kyo. He doesn't want to… be weird. But he's already being weird, so what's a little more?

"Hold on tight," Kyo revs the engine.

"Huh?"

"Hold onto me," Kyo turns back and looks at him, "so that you don't fall off."

Iori is glad he's wearing the helmet so that Kyo can't see his horrified expression.

Kyo huffs and takes Iori's wrists. "Put your arms around me like this." He wraps Iori's arms around his waist. "Look, I know I haven't showered in three days, but it's not worth dying over, yeah?" He rolls his eyes.

Iori feels like… well, he doesn't know what he feels. His heart is hammering in his chest and his stomach is twisting. Iori isn't very familiar with emotions other than anger, sadness, and irritation, so he has no idea how to handle this.

Kyo goes forward a few feet before stopping.

"So… where do you live?"

Iori sighs and lets his head thump against Kyo's back.

"You are so fucking stupid."

They make it to Iori's apartment in one piece. Kyo actually is a careful driver, much to Iori's surprise. Though, he spent most of the ride dissociating due to how close his body was to Kyo's, so he's not entirely sure what happened. But given that he's still alive, he assumes Kyo is a good driver. He hands Kyo the helmet as he gets off.

"Thanks for… giving me a ride." Iori looks away.

"No problem. You're my least favorite customer, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to offer."

Iori rolls his eyes. "You're my least favorite barista."

"Thanks!" Kyo's smile is infectious. Iori finds himself smiling back at him. They stay like that for a few moments, until heat rises to Iori's cheeks and he looks away.

"Bye," Iori says, turning to leave, "stay safe. Try not to drive into a ditch."

"Will do," Kyo chuckles.

Just before Kyo leaves, Iori feels a sudden surge of confidence. He turns around and calls out to the brunette.

"Yeah?" Kyo takes his helmet off.

"The leather jacket, it… it suits you."

Kyo grins at him. "Thanks, Yagami. Have a good night."

"You too."

Kyo drives himself home with a stupid smile on his face. He nearly gets into an accident, too, when he thinks about Iori's stupid smile.