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furuya-kun, can i ask you a favor?
you can say no

[why would he say no??]

sure
are you ok
?

i'm fine!
it's just with these presents i got from the landlord...
i need to not be at my house for a little while
is it okay if i come over for a little bit? i can bring snacks, i promise not to intrude

[ he's not sure if going to furuya's is going to make it worse or better but eijun has mistletoe too...hopefully furuya doesn't and everything will be fine.

~~also he wouldn't mind kissing furuya that much probably.~~ ]

oh
of course
as long as you don't mind yukiko
you don't have to bring anything if the store is too troublesome

[He was there for morning practice and school so he's pretty sure going into a store with strangers might be awkward for Kominato-kun.]

[ an actual angel ]

of course not!
okay, i'll see you soon
thank you so much

[ because he needs to get away from sharing a room with kuramochi as fast as humanly possible at this moment, please and thank you. combine that with getting affection from his big brother (which is not bad, it's kind of delightful) and haruichi is overwhelmed as hell and desperately needs somewhere to escape to. he's out the door in a few minutes, carrying his unending basket of sweets, white fox--'snowball', uncreative but he liked it--trotting innocently at his heels.

haruichi knocks on the door a little bit later; he's got his baseball cap pulled on and a hoodie on over top of that to try and prevent eye contact with people as much as possible, but the mistletoe is still hanging over his head, perfectly innocent. ]

[Furuya's been waiting, mostly to run interference. Yukiko does a good job helping with that too but she tends to get too warm inside so Furuya's letting her have the run of the backyard for the moment. He's on his feet and at the door as soon as he hears the knock.

He opens the door just enough to let Kominato-kun in, but his friend is preceded by... A fox?

That looks just like Kominato-senpai?

Despite having seen the older Kominato just this morning, Furuya is very convinced at least part of why Kominato-kun is here is because his brother is now a fox.]

[ snowball slips into the door first as expected--haruichi's learned his new companion is very wily, which he supposes doesn't surprise him that much--and once deeming the space okay, he sits down and proceeds to stare up at furuya, tail swishing innocently. what are you staring at, human? make a move on haruichi, he dares you.

haruichi is of course, completely oblivious to furuya's thoughts about snowball, and he slips inside, keeping his head down and scurrying in as fast as possible to get out of the street. it's undeniable that his shoulders slump a little in relief and he leans against the door, exhaling as he slowly goes to remove his baseball cap, then looks down at the fox, still staring at furuya through narrowed eyes. ] Oh, um, sorry--that's Snowball. He's been following me around since this all started...I hope it's okay, I should have said something.

[ tailswish. tailswish. (｡◝‿◜｡) ]

Edited 2015-12-16 20:41 (UTC)

[Furuya stares back. Somehow the fox is more intimidating than the polar bear in the back yard despite being a tiny fraction of its size, but he chalks that up entirely to the fact that it's Kominato-senpai. Probably.

Or maybe not.] Snowball...

[He repeats the name back slowly. There's no way Kominato-senpai would let himself be named Snowball so it must not be him. Still, uncanny.

The fox is a good distraction from the other irregularity in the room, though. It's not that Furuya has especially good willpower. He just felt the tug this morning at practice as soon as he got close enough to Kominato-kun and rather than act on it, he'd distanced himself again. The desire to kiss Kominato-kun again, but out in public... it would have been too much embarrassment, even for him.

He can feel it again now but it'd be no less embarrassing. Kominato-kun is here because he needed help. Furuya can't just take advantage of that, even if the urge is really strong. His gaze flicks between Kominato-kun, the fox, and the little plant. Flick, flick, flick.]

It's fine. Are you sure you're all right? Something seems different.

[Like the way the flicking has just kind of turned into Furuya staring at Kominato-kun's mouth. He's not moving, but it's taking a lot of effort.]

Edited 2015-12-17 20:41 (UTC)

[ haruichi's not oblivious at all--in fact, he's always been rather observant. it's what makes him such a good baseball player, able to tool out weaknesses in other team's defenses in order to make a solid hit and get on base, to help out other members of the team. it's useful on the field.

it is not so useful when furuya satoru is looking at his mouth.

he can tell that he's trying from the way his gaze flutters around the room at first, that he's trying not to do what everyone else in holly heights has been trying to do to him today. it makes his chest constrict with fondness, gives him a burst of butterflies that flutter around in his stomach that he's being thoughtful--and yet, the silly thought of it'd be okay immediately blinks across his subconscious.

oh my. haruichi turns red instantly and fidgets a little, biting his lip and arguably making it a lot worse. (hey, says his traitorous subconscious, remember that time you made out with furuya after the group date?) ]

F-fine--! [ he squeaks out, nervous, embarrassed and generally making a fool of himself. oh no, what if he noticed? ] I just... um. I-it's...been a long day.

[ there's a pause, because not noticing (or at least pretending not to notice) is becoming painful and haruichi ends up fidgeting, curling his fingers together nervously as he tries to get the words out of his mouth. ] It...um, goes away, after-- [ oh god, let him die. ] After one.

[ snowball doesn't seem to react... yet. ]

[Staring is rude and he knows it, but he's also familiar with the idea of being powerless in the face of landlord tricks. He can tell the exact moment his staring registers with Kominato-kun, too--his friend blushes intensely and starts drawing even more attention to his mouth by biting his lips. Furuya feels himself licking his own lips before he realizes it. He's also edged a little closer to Kominato-kun.

They're both just fidgeting in the foyer. The only one remotely comfortable seems to be the fox. Furuya nods when Kominato-kun acknowledges that it's been a long day, and he really doesn't want to make it longer or more uncomfortable, but...

Oh.

He's not going to ask if it's all right because he knows what Kominato-kun will say--of course, because he's sometimes just too good to his friends and Furuya knows that--and because he knows no matter what the answer is, it's really not OK. It's just a matter of getting it over with.

Furuya reaches out with one hand and tries to still the fussing of of Kominato-kun's hands. His other hand goes to Kominato-kun's chin, using his thumb to try to stop him worrying over his lip. Watching him is just stressful and Kominato-kun came here to get away from the stress. Finally, he leans in and gently kisses just the corner of Kominato-kun's mouth.

The intense compulsion to kiss him does in fact pop like a soap bubble as soon as he goes through with it. The lingering interest in turning his head and kissing him properly doesn't go away, though, and that realization is what makes Furuya draw back. He lets go of Kominato-kun's chin, too, though he's not in as big of a rush to let go of his hand.

Distantly, something Mihashi-kun said to him before come back.]

Your hands are cold. Are you sure you're OK?

[ haruichi freezes when furuya takes his hands, any of his fidgeting instantly stopping as he exhales, trying to siphon a little of the steam away from his heart. this is, in fact, exactly what he said he should do, because he has learned it usually goes away after one little kiss. it doesn't have to be on the mouth, but when furuya runs his thumb over his lip like that, forget it.

his eyes flutter shut under his bangs at the soft touch and haruichi curls his fingers against furuya's where he's stopped him from moving, nervously wrapping his fingers against his palm and holding his hand. the entire thing's romantic, really, but it's not, it's just some stupid mistletoe put up by the landlord, and he can't decide if being able to get this--getting a soft, gentle little kiss to the corner of his mouth--is a gift or some kind of curse.

the feeling of warmth all over is impossible to ignore, and haruichi feels himself redden even further when he pulls away, wondering if he took a step forward if his knees might start to wobble. he barely registers 'cold', because all of him feels like it's burning up when he flutters his eyes open again to look at him through the curtain of his bangs, mouth just a little open.

--he snaps back to reality, embarrassed, and shakes his head, shoulders hunching up a little bit, but doesn't yank his hand out of furuya's grip at all. if anything, it tightens a bit, a small gesture of "i'm okay", though, as he's noticed, his fingers are cold as ice.

(haruichi thinks that's probably because all the blood in his body raced to his face, but he's not going to say that.) instead, furuya gets a little-- ] Mm! [ in his good humor, a quick nod. ] Um--it'll, be better now.

[ will it really be? he's not sure. snowball rubs against haruichi's calf and sits on his feet, staring up at furuya again. ] Sorry. [ haruichi apologizes, quietly, squeezing his hand. ] I really appreciate you letting me come over, Furuya-kun, a lot.

[It's very nice, the way Kominato-kun's fingers curl around his hand. He knows, in a way, that Kominato-kun trusts him. He trusts him as an ace and a teammate and a friend and that's a good feeling, but the way he's holding his hand now feels a little like a different kind of trust. Kominato-kun could've gone anywhere with his mistletoe, after all. He could've gone to Sawamura's but Sawamura has mistletoe too, or maybe to Mihashi-kun's, but he didn't. He's here, and Furuya's not going to take advantage of that.

He is, however, going to let Kominato-kun hold his hand as long as he wants. At the very least, he wants to make sure those fingers warm back up so he can be sure Kominato-kun is relaxing.]

Don't be sorry. The landlord did this. [Would he let Furuya kiss him otherwise? He's really not sure. It's something he's wondered about a lot, though, since that night he collected Sawamura and Kominato-kun and saw a glimpse of shining pink eyes looking up at him under a streetlight.]

Of course. You can stay as long as you need to. [And finally, he can no longer ignore the fox staring holes into him, so this is addressed to Snowball.] You can too but I don't know what to feed you.

[ is furuya going to let go of his hand? does haruichi want him to let go of his hand?? the answer to that is a very resounding no, definitely, but it doesn't change the fact that haruichi can't stop thinking about the way his palm feels, the way their callouses match together. it's mortifying and flustering and gives him all kinds of warm fuzzy feelings--that cold surely can't last for long with the speed his heart's beating.

he decides he's definitely not going to be the first one to let go, and glances down at snowball, relieved at the little bit of distraction from his own mortification. snowball's petulant reaction--the fox jerks its head up, as if he's turning his nose up at furuya's suggestion--makes haruichi giggle a little, and he reaches down to pat him. he still looks vaguely murderous, and an awful lot like ryousuke. ] I've been feeding him scraps, mostly...he's not picky. Right?

[ snowball swishes his tail and settles behind haruichi, looking balefully up at the two of them, and its that that reminds haruichi of furuya's companion. how could he forget! ] How's Yukiko? Can I see her?

[ furuya-kun is holding my hand is still not completely gone from his thought process, but haruichi is determined to make this feel a little more normal than it does currently. ]

[He can feel the warmth returning but he also notices that Kominato-kun's not letting go. He could if he wanted, Furuya's doing his best not to hold on too tight, but he's not, and it feels nice. Kominato-kun's hand is smaller but it still fits nicely inside his; it's a natural kind of feeling that almost makes it easy to forget they're holding hands, except that they're holding hands so he's not likely to forget that any time soon.

He can, however, do his best to act like it's as natural as it feels. Furuya warms a little when Kominato-kun laughs at the fox's fussiness, but he also nods.] He can have whatever he likes. We can check out the fridge later.

[He's not sure if that makes it better or worse as the fox repositions himself, but it doesn't matter because Kominato-kun's asking after Yukiko.] She's all right, but she's too big to have inside so she's in the back yard. We can go out if you want.

[It's been a little while since he's hung out with his very own personal polar bear, though, so he's already starting toward the back of the house, still with Kominato-kun's hand in his. He stops before he gets too far, though. Otherwise he might pull away and for as eager as he is to see Yukiko, he doesn't want to go without his guest.]

[ thank goodness for the distraction--though the landlord is mostly a jerk, occasionally he blesses them with nice presents. haruichi can only imagine furuya's delight at receiving a real, docile polar bear, and he's only seen her from a distance, so the curiosity towards her is an easy path to follow. how often do you get to see a real live polar bear?

and then, furuya's pulling him along with him, and now that haruichi's a little behind him, he looks down at their hands, his cheeks flushing a little further red as his fingers hesitate, just once, before he tentatively slides his them into the spaces between furuya's for a more definitive hold. he doesn't want to let go and he doesn't communicate anything other than that, a fairly confident move that's more indicative of the lucky boy at the plate than the quiet first year in the classroom.

...except for the fact that he's basically doing everything he can not to trip behind him because he's so embarrassed, but, hey, baby steps.

snowball follows behind them, an ever present little monster who will probably go and tattle on this to ryousuke somehow, but haruichi barely pays him any mind, now curiously trying to peer around furuya's side to get a look at the polar bear before they actually get outside. ] This is the first time I think I've ever gotten close enough to see a polar bear in person... I think aniki and I saw the one at Ueno Zoo when we were kids, but it's been a long time. What's it like, having her around...?

[It was a very exciting morning in the Takasu-Veronica-san household when he opened that box, it's true, and he's been difficult to part from his polar bear since then. Her size is the only thing keeping him from trying to make her comfortable inside but he does what he can.

Furuya almost doesn't notice the change in the way Kominato-kun is holding his hand, but when it does sink in, he's glad Kominato-kun is behind him and can't see his face. It feels nice and natural, Kominato-kun's smaller hand in his, and he tightens his grip just a little to try to say so. This is OK.

He stops near the back door to grab a jacket and slip on some shoes, then opens it on a crystal clear, cold night, complete with Yukiko puffing misty breaths from her spot near the pool.]

I saw them at the Asahiyama Zoo when I was younger. They have a display that lets you get really close.

[He does his best to be both a good host and good friend and good bear owner, waiting until Kominato-kun is next to him again before walking them toward Yukiko. The bear, for her part, seems interested but not enough to close the distance herself.]

It's... it's really great. There are so many animals here but they never seem to stay. I hope she does.

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