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ic; you look like you've been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel

[ The specific details aren't really important, but somehow Aoba managed to get through everything after Mizuki's hospitalisation and pretty much resolve all of it without frickle fracking with any of the guys around (or his dog, for that matter..) and here we are now, about a month after it all happened and Mizuki woke up from his coma. The young man has been out of the hospital for a few weeks now, but he's still wearing the bandages around his neck like it's the very first day he got out - he might be able to get something tatooed over it, sure, but he doesn't even want to look at it. Or think about it, but that part's a lot harder when everything keeps spooking through his mind.

He messed up, after all. Sure, he had the best intentions at the beginning, but he should have seen all of this stuff coming and done something about it instead of just letting it all happen. And now he's hurt more people than he can count - his entire gang (his family), and then Aoba and his grandmother.. all because he let himself be taken in by Morphine. Sure, thanks to the pressure but mostly belief of a few recovered members of Dry Juice he managed to revive the gang, even if it's not as big as it was before, and it doesn't seem like anyone is blaming him for anything.. but even if they aren't, Mizuki himself is doing that enough.

Even now.

Even now as he's sitting on the floor of Aoba's room he can't stop thinking about it. In front of his gang members he still managed to smile at times, even with as fake as it was, since he felt he had to. But here it's harder. Especially during the moments of silence it hits him all over again. Honestly, sometimes he can hardly believe that even after all of that the other guy would still invite him over like this.

Mizuki awkwardly plays with the fabric of his gloves as if to avoid having to directly look at Aoba. ]

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[ he'll set their drinks down on the table as he gets down on his knees. its canned milk tea, complete with tapioca pearls - he sets down two glasses as well, pouring his own glass as he strikes up a conversation finally. ]

This was all we had, its pretty good anyway - if you want something else, let me know.

[ he'll glance up at Mizuki once the tapioca falls into his own glass and he sets the can down.

...seeing Mizuki so quiet hurts, but that's...why he invited him over. he wanted to help, however he could. everything Mizuki had been through it... had hit him so hard, he had contemplated some horrible things back when it was all going on. but he was here. alive. safe.

and he had him to lean on. ]

Thanks. [ His voice isn't quite like the usual - he's trying, since he's even smiling a little, but there's something wry about his smile and something a little less lively about his tone.

Instead of having to focus on conversation or anything of the sort, Mizuki will gladly take the excuse of the cans to pour himself his drink into his glass first as if he's so focused on that that he can't talk at the same time. Of course he can. It's just that he hardly knows what to say. ]

.. This is fine. You're already giving me more than I usually have. [ Since he was always so busy with Dry Juice and everything related to it that it's not like he always thought to make sure to eat and drink well.. so sitting here and drinking milk tea with Aoba is sort of strange compared to that.

(Although, isn't it more like more than he deserves instead of more than he usually has?)

He lifts the glass to his lips, taking a swig from the drink. ]

It's pretty good though.

Nn. [ a small noise of agreement at his thank you. he's already not sure what to say r chat about. they never really hung out like this much - in private, that is. they'd hang around each other all the time around Dry Juice's turf. ]

Oi, if you don't have enough time to drink some milk tea, you're working too hard!

[ There's a small chuckle in response to that, at least. He can't exactly deny that one - he has such a one track mind that he was always busy making things better for his gang before all of that shit happened, and now even after it's done with he has been working himself too much in trying to rebuild whatever he can. He owes the members that much, after all. ]

I can hardly tell them "sorry, guys, no time for Rib today since I'm too busy having this milk tea", right?

[ It puts him in a slightly better mood though, being able to just talk, even if he ends up rubbing his neck a little without realising it. ]

Well.. I guess you could've been making it for me if you joined back then.

[ that... makes him quiet down, a bit. 'if you joined'. if he joined Dry Juice - Mizuki's family.

if he had joined back then, would anything have changed? for better? worse? would he have been able to do anything for him? would he have...

he stops that train of thought and gets on another.

if he agreed to join, what could he do for him now? ]

That's a pretty bad job, I've never heard of a waiter Ribster. [ but he doesn't sound against it, just teasing. he'll pause afterward though, staring at his glad and swirling the contents a moment. he doesn't look at Mizuki as he speaks. ]

...you haven't asked me to join in awhile.

[ At least he meets the teasing with a smile, but before he can say anything in return, there's already the other thing Aoba is saying. And it's exactly those words that make him look down at his hands once more, letting a moment of thoughtful silence linger.

It's true, isn't it? He had bothered the other guy about it plenty of times before all of this happened, but after it.. he hadn't even brought it up. Not a single time. ]

.. I already owe all the members who came back enough.

[ He already failed them and caused them to suffer the same fate as him because of his stupid decision. It weighs heavily upon him. But even though he didn't do exactly the same to Aoba, he still caused him tons of trouble in a different way.

Mizuki can't afford to add someone to that to whom he owes even more, right..?

Even with as much as he's always wished he would join before. ]

...you say that like you need to worry about it all on your own.

[ his voice is soft, and he sets his glass down, staring at his own lap. ]

I'm the leader. [ And the one who made the mistake of getting into the whole Morphine deal to begin with. The Dry Juice members only got caught up in it because of him, as far as he's considered. It's not anyone else's fault - it's Mizuki, so of course he's going to try and shoulder it all by himself. ] That means it's my responsibility.

[ At least he's finally grabbing the milk tea to take a sip - but maybe it's more because he just wants to have something to occupy himself with inbetween words while he tries to think up how to say it. ]

Who else would?

Your friends- you can lean on people too, you know. [ a beat. ]

You can lean on me.

[ his words catch after he manages to say those words, running his pointer finger against the rim of his glass, still not meeting Mizuki's eyes.

Aoba..

[ The name leaves his mouth more out of surprise than any conscious effort when he hears those words. Sure, Mizuki knows that he can technically lean on other people, but he's never considered it to be much of a possibility he could allow himself. It was easier if he just carried the burdens after all, right?

And doing that to Aoba feels even more selfish now after everything has happened, but..

.. but.. even so..

Isn't that what he wants? Or what he has wanted for a long time-- being closer to Aoba, making him part of his family by asking him to be part of his gang.. ]

... What am I supposed to do then..? [ His voice sounds definitely tinier again and it almost breaks a little. Just like that time when everything went wrong. ]

[ he's not sure how to answer that - he doesn't know the first thing about Ribsters and how to go about turfwars and restoring their lost honour or anything like that...

but he knows he wants Mizuki to be happy- he's always wanted that. he's had so long to put his thoughts into words now that he doesn't even doubt himself when he says it. ]

...-I wont join Dry Juice. But I want to be a part of your family, Mizuki. [ is this the right way to go about this? the right way to show he'll always be there for him? show him he wants to always be there for him? ]

I want to be there for you, every day. I want to help you.

[ He almost feels like his heart is being crushed all over again when he hears the first part, but then Aoba goes on. Even if he won't join.. he does want to be a party of his family..? Isn't that the same thing in the end? It's not like he asked Aoba to join for some other reason - sure, he always wanted to recruit more people for Dry Juice's sake, but there's no way he would treat Aoba as just another member. It was just since he wanted Aoba specifically to be part of his family, to be that close to him, more than anyone else.

Mizuki feels his eyes getting a little wet, but he blinks furiously to try and get rid of it.

A sound escapes his lips. It's almost like a laugh, but at the same time it almost sounds like a sob as well. ]

I.. I've been wanting to hear those words for a long time.. [ Because as much as he could pretend that he's fine with carrying everything all by himself and just smiling and joking with everyone, everyone needs someone to support them. Even Mizuki. And the person he wanted that to be for him is the one sitting here in the room with him. ]

Edited 2014-02-04 16:12 (UTC)

Hey, don't start crying... [ Aoba shifts closer, leaning on a hand and his knees to brush his fingers against his cheek. he eases back a bit, sitting on his knees beside him as he listens to Mizuki's next words, and he smiles when he hears them. ]

...mm. So I'm in your care from now on, okay? And you're in mine.

[ He lets out a soft laugh at that. It's still a little shaky, but if he would cry now, it certainly wouldn't be from pain, at least. If anything, it would be from happiness. To think that after this whole mess Aoba would still give him another chance and on top of that even say something like this.. ]

.. Yeah. [ And he smiles at that. A lot less sad than a lot of smiles Aoba might have seen after since he was hospitalized. ] I promise that this time I'll make sure nothing happens to you.

[ Especially not something caused by himself.

But even after he says that, it's almost like there's some strange.. tension hanging in the air with the two of them sitting here this close together. Or maybe it's the moment the other guy's fingers brush against his skin. Either way, he's not quite able to look away. ]

[ the smile on his face is slight, and he fiddles with one of his leg warmers as he speaks, not looking away this time. ]

I'd rather hear you say you'll make me happy.

[ he cant hide the way his cheeks flush, right now, cant hide the way his heart flops as he says such a thing. Mizuki could take it however he wanted but he... hoped it was one way, over the friendlier way. ]

[ ...

Ah.

Mizuki is not an idiot, so of course he's not completely oblivious as to what that sounded like. Especially not with the kind of mood that was going on here-- and even if neither of those things would give it away, the look on Aoba's face would say enough, the way his cheeks turn pink.

But it's not like he minds hearing it. In fact, his stomach oddly jumps up inside of him at the sound of those words. Isn't it only natural? Aoba is important to him, that's why he wanted him to be part of his family, that's why he wanted him to be--

Mizuki's smile turns two shades more dopey at the sound of it, but it's mostly since he's embarassed and happy at the same time and doesn't really know how to deal with it other than dumbly smile and duck his head a little for a moment before he looks back at the other. ]

I'd like having you as that part of my family. [ As his husband, wife, who even cares-- as his lover. ]

If that's what you want, I'll definitely make you happy. [ Because Aoba has always done that to him already. ] I promise.

[ His hand ends up landing on top of Aoba's hand that isn't busy with the leg warmers. ]

[ he got it- his feelings had reached him, hadn't they...

his cheeks are warm, his head swimming, and his heart pounding but he's... never felt so relieved. he could be there for him all the time, now - when he was happy, sad... finally.

his smile looks so stupid, and it makes him smile too. he'll grip Mizuki's hand right back, a soft 'mm' of approval humming in his throat as he does. ]

I'll make you happy too, Mizuki.

[ Not having to carry everything by himself anymore.. if he's entirely honest with himself, it's still a strange thought, even now. But it's a nice thought in a way. It's like he feels a lot lighter with just those words. ]

Thank you, Aoba. [ ... ] It's pretty selfish, but.. I think I hoped you would say that for a long time already.

[ And with that he leans closer towards the other guy, all the way until their faces almost touch - but he leaves it at almost, and then a small blush spreads across his cheeks as he laughs again. Softly this time. ]

Then maybe we should already practice the welcome home kiss, huh? [ It's half a joke, but he does just really want to kiss Aoba too by now. ]

[ his cheeks flush when Mizuki draws closer, and his eyes blink open wide before he stammers out his response, eyes narrowing slightly. ]

Wh- what am I? A housewife...?

[ but he doesn't pull away from him even slightly, he wants to be kissed just as much as Mizuki wants to kiss him. his pout... fades slightly, and he'll lean in too, pressing a soft peck to his new partners lips.

he'll draw away son after the gentle kiss, murmuring a soft 'welcome home'. ]

[ .. Ah. So that's what it feels like, huh.. it sure is something he could get used to, that's without a question. ]

I don't know, you seem to be getting into it already. [ His tone is definitely softer too now and a little bit lower to boot, but he follows it up with a very light chuckle all the same. He'll cut it out mostly though, he'd hardly want to be an ass in a situation like this. He just couldn't let that one opportunity slip by.

Mizuki moves so his forehead is touching Aoba's. ]

.. And I like hearing it from you in that kind of way.

What kind of way is 'that kind of way' exactly? [ mumble-grumble pouty-face. but he leans into his touch, closing his eyes and sliding his hands up and down his arms, exhaling carefully. ]

Mizuki...

[ He'll deal with that pouty face. It's cute, anyway, and it earns another (this time softer) chuckle from Mizuki as his hands move to Aoba's shoulders and then closer to the other's neck, two fingers lightly massaging there by moving in circles.

Mizuki wanted to be this important to Aoba for a long time, he wanted him to acknowledge that their friendship-- no, now their bond is just as important to him as it is to Mizuki. And he's sure proven it now. And it makes him so glad that he can't help but want to explore it more. ]

Relax, Aoba..

[ that feels really good- he gives a soft groan, unable to hold it back. he'll lean his head forward slightly at the push of his fingers, and exhales softly. if he wanted him to relax, this would certainly do the trick. ]

Mm...

[ For a moment he just lets his forehead rest against Aoba's, but then he instead moves. The movement of his fingers on the other's neck suddenly stops as he pulls them away from there, but instead it's replaced by the feeling of his lips on the skin of Aoba's neck. Mizuki carefully moves his lips across the skin there, alternating kissing and sucking lightly slowly like he's trying to explore ever single inch of the other and savoring it. He doesn't want this to be over too fast and even more than that he doesn't want Aoba to be uncomfortable - after all, this is all to prove that he wants to make up for all the things he did so badly. ]

[ the first brush makes him giggle softly, but he can feel the soft suck of his lips and his breath hitches. he purses his lips together and gulps, just letting Mizuki explore however he'd like. ]

[ Man, in a sense Aoba is so typical even now.. but it's nothing he minds - he wouldn't have become close to the other to begin with if he wasn't like this. Although recent events might have flipped the whole situation around for a bit, Aoba's always been such a kid compared to him, even back when they met. So that giggle? Nothing too unexpected.

He does feel at least a tiny bit more awkward though when his hand travels further and further south until it lingers just above Aoba's pants. Maybe it's the insecurity due to the whole Morphine thing speaking, but he can't help but pull away from the other's skin for a moment and look at the other guy, as if he's asking him if it's okay to go further. ]

[ he's barely registering how far his hand has gone in such a short amount of time - all his mind is focusing on is how nice it feels to have him nearby. feeling his hand moving down his body...

when Mizuki moves away from him, his eyes open instantly. was something wrong? he makes a small confused noise, before he notices his hand...

...ah, he was nervous about touching him.

Aoba's eyelids lower, and he carefully reaches out to wrap his fingers around Mizuki's wrist, guiding his hand closer until its brushing his stomach. the action lifts his shirt a bit. there's his answer. ]

You... can touch wherever you want.

[ He can't help but feel a little pathetic over his hesitation once those words spill past Aoba's lips. Thankfully he doesn't linger too long on it - not long enough to talk himself out of this, anyway, especially not if it's what Aoba wants too. So he fumbles for a moment with getting the zipper and buttons open before opening the other's pants and pulling his boxers down a little to reveal his member.

Mizuki's hand reached out, and a moment later his fingers gently curl around it. ]

Just tell me if you're feeling good. [ Because that's what he wants the most here - for Aoba to feel good, for him to feel happy, because it's what will make him happy too. Aoba's part of his family now, after all, even more so than Dry Juice has ever been.

And so his hand starts moving, going - still slowly - towards the base before moving up again. ]

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