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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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.. 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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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'. ]
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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.
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Mizuki...
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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..
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Mm...
idk you have your dick in the butt icon i don't think you need any other for this thread
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i lost my icons too now this'll be fun............
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. ]
we'll be inadequate together
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.
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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. ]