( AAAHHHHHHH )
There is nothing to congratulate, stop that. Stop assuming things.
( Is he ignoring the direct call out, too? Yes. )
There is nothing to congratulate, stop that. Stop assuming things.
( Is he ignoring the direct call out, too? Yes. )
Actually, I said "Who says I don't have anything like a partner here," which doesn't necessarily mean I have. A partner. You don't need to be speculating on who's close to one, either.
In any case, I don't see why you're going on about any of this when if I did the same to you, you'd deflect and change the subject even more aggressively. Should I admit to my feelings, just for you to say "okay!" and move on like they're nothing?
In any case, I don't see why you're going on about any of this when if I did the same to you, you'd deflect and change the subject even more aggressively. Should I admit to my feelings, just for you to say "okay!" and move on like they're nothing?
( Urgh... This talk is making him so nervous he feels nauseous. It's disgusting, it's not like him, it's true, in some ways, and he doesn't want to admit his feelings, doesn't want to be vulnerable in any way that can leave him to be hurt—
Even his anger is struggling to come through with the intense fear of abandonment he has twisting in his gut. )
When it's all you've known, you become used to things like that. It is more difficult sometimes than others.
( He doesn't even know what to say to address, or dodge, the other stuff. Feels sick just trying. So, he leaves it as that. )
Even his anger is struggling to come through with the intense fear of abandonment he has twisting in his gut. )
When it's all you've known, you become used to things like that. It is more difficult sometimes than others.
( He doesn't even know what to say to address, or dodge, the other stuff. Feels sick just trying. So, he leaves it as that. )
( Ugh. That sounds horrible. The image of Dabi singing him a lullaby earns a laugh out loud, though, despite the anxiety inducing feelings surrounding everything. He scrubs his face before he replies. )
No one has ever sung me a lullaby, and I'd hardly want it now.
I only have so much time left. In the end, my feelings are nothing. I don't care about that.
( Yes he does. )
I suppose I'm happy for you, though. It must be nice to have the support. Has he helped you through this? If I've made you grow a little closer, I deserve some credit, you know.
No one has ever sung me a lullaby, and I'd hardly want it now.
I only have so much time left. In the end, my feelings are nothing. I don't care about that.
( Yes he does. )
I suppose I'm happy for you, though. It must be nice to have the support. Has he helped you through this? If I've made you grow a little closer, I deserve some credit, you know.
The House isn't the only one who can bring people back from the dead. But it may be the only one who doesn't have to face any consequences for it.
My body can only take so much, and I've become well aware of its limits.
My body can only take so much, and I've become well aware of its limits.
[ No wonder why people had the idea they were dating before they were. It’s all Hiyori’s doing! (And partly Jun’s!) ]
But from far away, Ohii-san? She’s gotta have pretty good eyesight to tell from across a room. Well, whatever! Guess she knows without being told.
[ No comment on the body language part. Sometimes Jun catches himself staring at Hiyori with a big, goofy grin which might be classed as him saying “I love my partner.” And other times he looks at Hiyori fondly. Maybe their body language gave them away, after all!
It wouldn’t be the first time, or even the last.
And it’s true, Jun could have seen anything due to them being roommates back in Reimei. But he lets it slide, nodding his head as if to say he won’t spoil the grand surprise.
With that out of the way, he shrugs off his shirt, letting it fall onto the bed. Reaching for the pants, he’s pleased to find they fit perfectly. Next he slips on the suit jacket, smoothing fingers down the lapel and across the embroidery.
Despite feeling slightly exposed with the jacket left unbuttoned, the fabric feels comfortable against his skin. His muscles don’t quite spill out, but there’s enough chest and abs on display which might stop someone in their tracks. ]
Hey, I never said I was ready!
[ Well, it hardly matters now because he was basically ready. Anyway, he turns around to face Hiyori, tugging on the sleeves of the jacket.
Hiyori, dressed in the sleek, green suit, looks as if he’s stepped straight out of a magazine. Even if his hair isn’t done, the bags under his eyes are as clear as ever..! But if Jun’s being honest, he thinks Hiyori looks as beautiful as ever! Continuing to drink in the sight, a fond smile curls at the corner of his mouth, taking a deep breath in. ]
You look beautiful, Ohii-san! The colour really brings out your eyes ♪
[ Not that Jun knows much about fashion to begin with… ]
But from far away, Ohii-san? She’s gotta have pretty good eyesight to tell from across a room. Well, whatever! Guess she knows without being told.
[ No comment on the body language part. Sometimes Jun catches himself staring at Hiyori with a big, goofy grin which might be classed as him saying “I love my partner.” And other times he looks at Hiyori fondly. Maybe their body language gave them away, after all!
It wouldn’t be the first time, or even the last.
And it’s true, Jun could have seen anything due to them being roommates back in Reimei. But he lets it slide, nodding his head as if to say he won’t spoil the grand surprise.
With that out of the way, he shrugs off his shirt, letting it fall onto the bed. Reaching for the pants, he’s pleased to find they fit perfectly. Next he slips on the suit jacket, smoothing fingers down the lapel and across the embroidery.
Despite feeling slightly exposed with the jacket left unbuttoned, the fabric feels comfortable against his skin. His muscles don’t quite spill out, but there’s enough chest and abs on display which might stop someone in their tracks. ]
Hey, I never said I was ready!
[ Well, it hardly matters now because he was basically ready. Anyway, he turns around to face Hiyori, tugging on the sleeves of the jacket.
Hiyori, dressed in the sleek, green suit, looks as if he’s stepped straight out of a magazine. Even if his hair isn’t done, the bags under his eyes are as clear as ever..! But if Jun’s being honest, he thinks Hiyori looks as beautiful as ever! Continuing to drink in the sight, a fond smile curls at the corner of his mouth, taking a deep breath in. ]
You look beautiful, Ohii-san! The colour really brings out your eyes ♪
[ Not that Jun knows much about fashion to begin with… ]
I don't trust the wish. I'm not fully playing so much as idly amusing myself and earning money along the way.
Do you think the House can stand against the gods cursing me? I'm not so certain. I'll carve my own way out, to wherever I do want to go.
Do you think the House can stand against the gods cursing me? I'm not so certain. I'll carve my own way out, to wherever I do want to go.
[ Hopefully she wasn't watching them like a hawk! (She could be bored and people-watch in her establishment. Who knows at this point!)
Hiyori usually does, which Jun's made fun of numerous times before. But this time he took a little longer to put on the suit. He's still in disbelief this suit was made specifically for him, where it fits snugly and comfortably against his muscles without feeling too tight. He can even stretch his arm out without the fabric straining. But what's more, is how Hiyori thinks he'll look in the suit.
For now, he'll leave it unbuttoned, wanting to let his muscles shine. He hopes it looks nice, and Hiyori likes the way he looks. He half-grins, allowing Hiyori to look and take in the suit however he likes, taking in the returning smile. ]
I'm learning, Ohii-san! Can't keep giving the same compliments, 'cause I gotta keep ya on your toes ♪
[ And he needs to step it up, because when he looks at Hiyori, especially like this and truly thinks about it... Well, he does look beautiful and the colour does bring out his eyes! Maybe the suit's power doesn't affect Jun because he's already in love and completely captivated by the person wearing it. ]
Just "pretty good"? Yeah, I think you've got that right 'bout our charm! Our fans would probably wanna see us in 'em. Long as you think I still look "classy," I won't feel bad 'bout wearing the suit out ♪ And yep, it fits pretty snug! I dunno how she knew our measurements, but she seriously got it spot on ♪
[ Which means Hiyori's assumption is correct! Though Jun was sceptical, Hiyori's extensive knowledge from looks alone surprised him. The fact he could discern so much from looks alone leaves him feeling impressed. ]
Mhm, let's go! I wanna see how I look and I wanna see what we look like together ♪ Well, you're the one thinkin' it's a couples outfit, so... I dunno what a couples outfit looks like, Ohii-san.
[ But perhaps when they're side-to-side, looking at one another in the mirror, it'll all become clear. He flattens out the lapel, nodding towards the bathroom.
He tugs on Hiyori's hand, pulling them both into the bathroom and staring into the mirror. The flowers do seem to match, and the colours complement each other, but Jun, not being as fashion-savvy as Hiyori, is still a bit puzzled. ]
... so, what d'you think? I'd say we complement one another pretty well ♪
Hiyori usually does, which Jun's made fun of numerous times before. But this time he took a little longer to put on the suit. He's still in disbelief this suit was made specifically for him, where it fits snugly and comfortably against his muscles without feeling too tight. He can even stretch his arm out without the fabric straining. But what's more, is how Hiyori thinks he'll look in the suit.
For now, he'll leave it unbuttoned, wanting to let his muscles shine. He hopes it looks nice, and Hiyori likes the way he looks. He half-grins, allowing Hiyori to look and take in the suit however he likes, taking in the returning smile. ]
I'm learning, Ohii-san! Can't keep giving the same compliments, 'cause I gotta keep ya on your toes ♪
[ And he needs to step it up, because when he looks at Hiyori, especially like this and truly thinks about it... Well, he does look beautiful and the colour does bring out his eyes! Maybe the suit's power doesn't affect Jun because he's already in love and completely captivated by the person wearing it. ]
Just "pretty good"? Yeah, I think you've got that right 'bout our charm! Our fans would probably wanna see us in 'em. Long as you think I still look "classy," I won't feel bad 'bout wearing the suit out ♪ And yep, it fits pretty snug! I dunno how she knew our measurements, but she seriously got it spot on ♪
[ Which means Hiyori's assumption is correct! Though Jun was sceptical, Hiyori's extensive knowledge from looks alone surprised him. The fact he could discern so much from looks alone leaves him feeling impressed. ]
Mhm, let's go! I wanna see how I look and I wanna see what we look like together ♪ Well, you're the one thinkin' it's a couples outfit, so... I dunno what a couples outfit looks like, Ohii-san.
[ But perhaps when they're side-to-side, looking at one another in the mirror, it'll all become clear. He flattens out the lapel, nodding towards the bathroom.
He tugs on Hiyori's hand, pulling them both into the bathroom and staring into the mirror. The flowers do seem to match, and the colours complement each other, but Jun, not being as fashion-savvy as Hiyori, is still a bit puzzled. ]
... so, what d'you think? I'd say we complement one another pretty well ♪
( ...sure! )
It's not quantifiable, but... If we were incompatible, the link wouldn't have worked so well at all. For it to last this long, too, has implications of similarities at some level.
It's not quantifiable, but... If we were incompatible, the link wouldn't have worked so well at all. For it to last this long, too, has implications of similarities at some level.
[ He's teetering on the edge of losing control, desperately wanting to take what he desires and make Hiyori lose control as well. At the moment, this may seem like the opposite of a problem with Hiyori. But would he still feel this way if Jun were to completely lose restraint?
Just when Jun got lucky, right as he discovered a new angle that wiped the smug retort off Hiyori's face. Consumed by a haze of desire, he craves to hear Hiyori whimper beneath him. But Hiyori doesn't even need to finish his gloating retort since Jun's mind is constantly consumed by thoughts of him and his silly, little whims. ]
Ye..ah, whatever you want.
[ In a shaky voice, he murmurs into Hiyori's temple, sensing his desire for more. Determined to please, Jun takes a deep breath and uncurls his finger, no longer teasing with his touches. He wants to voice his needs, but hesitates, fearing he may not do enough or inadvertently hurt Hiyori, being so focused on his pleasure.
As Hiyori's hips ground against his hand, his finger curls instinctively. He peers down, watching the unblemished skin of his bare throat, and further watching Hiyori's lips part. Shifting slightly, he moves his thumb away, pressing the tip of his pointer finger against the delicate rim instead.
Hesitant, he decides against pushing forward, wanting to ensure this is truly Ohii-san's desire for more. Instead, he lowers his head, pressing a soft kiss to Hiyori's neck, breath hot and ragged, he still hesitates. ]
Listen, what d'you, uh, want... more of?
[ So much for giving Ohii-san "whatever he wants."
It does sound something close to a plea, but Jun, still so unsure, needs to know. Despite having his finger deeply inserted, the warmth enveloping him, Jun's maintaining a clear and focused state of mind. .. or as much as he can. He's overthinking again, lost in the depths of pleasure, and wanting to be a good, attentive lover. The uncertainty in his voice is clear, but Jun wants to get this right. ]
Can.. didja want me to use another finger or is it good with one?
Just when Jun got lucky, right as he discovered a new angle that wiped the smug retort off Hiyori's face. Consumed by a haze of desire, he craves to hear Hiyori whimper beneath him. But Hiyori doesn't even need to finish his gloating retort since Jun's mind is constantly consumed by thoughts of him and his silly, little whims. ]
Ye..ah, whatever you want.
[ In a shaky voice, he murmurs into Hiyori's temple, sensing his desire for more. Determined to please, Jun takes a deep breath and uncurls his finger, no longer teasing with his touches. He wants to voice his needs, but hesitates, fearing he may not do enough or inadvertently hurt Hiyori, being so focused on his pleasure.
As Hiyori's hips ground against his hand, his finger curls instinctively. He peers down, watching the unblemished skin of his bare throat, and further watching Hiyori's lips part. Shifting slightly, he moves his thumb away, pressing the tip of his pointer finger against the delicate rim instead.
Hesitant, he decides against pushing forward, wanting to ensure this is truly Ohii-san's desire for more. Instead, he lowers his head, pressing a soft kiss to Hiyori's neck, breath hot and ragged, he still hesitates. ]
Listen, what d'you, uh, want... more of?
[ So much for giving Ohii-san "whatever he wants."
It does sound something close to a plea, but Jun, still so unsure, needs to know. Despite having his finger deeply inserted, the warmth enveloping him, Jun's maintaining a clear and focused state of mind. .. or as much as he can. He's overthinking again, lost in the depths of pleasure, and wanting to be a good, attentive lover. The uncertainty in his voice is clear, but Jun wants to get this right. ]
Can.. didja want me to use another finger or is it good with one?
( Haha. So Hiyori doesn't want to admit he's like him, huh? Esikko can't even blame him for that. But he is annoyed, anyway. )
Are you so sure about that? Well, but the magic doesn't spell it out for me, so perhaps you should sit down and think about it for a while if you're so curious.
Are you so sure about that? Well, but the magic doesn't spell it out for me, so perhaps you should sit down and think about it for a while if you're so curious.
[ It would defeat the whole idea of creativity, but he rolls his eyes with a smile. Besides, giving away what he's going to say in advance makes the other compliments moot. And with that in mind, he doesn't need any help! He'll figure it out, come up with new compliments and cherish Hiyori even more.
Even with Hiyori bragging, no one needs to hear him praising himself today. ]
Well, I thought you'd say something else. It's not like I'm fishing for compliments, I'm just saying... I’d rather not be called that if you don’t really mean it, Ohii-san. But, thanks ♪
[ But Hiyori's hunch is right, he expected something other than "pretty good." And maybe, deep down, he hoped he might be called handsome, or anything else. He still doesn't know that Hiyori thought he was beautiful, but would he get a big head about it? Well, probably! He'd probably think Hiyori bumped his head again or drank something strange. Either way, he'll take the handsome compliment and smile.
Is it just because they're Eve? Or is it something else? Sure, they've worn numerous matching outfits before. It's just how life is as an idol! But this feels different, having them stand shoulder-to-shoulder, bathroom mirror showing off both of their matching suits from top to tail. Something feels right, despite Jun's scepticism from earlier, he realises now Jin did mean to tailor him a suit. Watching through the mirror his heart feels full, knowing even when they haven't been shouting their relationship to the rooftops, it's still known to someone here and doesn't seem too much of a liability.
It is something beautiful, their relationship, and their love for each other. Jun never knew love could feel this intense, and it's something he never wants to squander. Despite where it's blossomed and bloomed, his eyes soften feeling Hiyori's fingers brush against his. ]
Yeah, it's nice, really nice.
[ He breathes out, giving the hand in his a squeeze back. ]
Huh, what didja mean by that?
[ Genuinely curious, Jun wonders why Hiyori would have that particular thought about them wearing matching suits now. He hadn't realised they'd moved past that point, even though they had discussed it extensively before.
... Or to the point where they'd come to a mutual understanding. ]
Even with Hiyori bragging, no one needs to hear him praising himself today. ]
Well, I thought you'd say something else. It's not like I'm fishing for compliments, I'm just saying... I’d rather not be called that if you don’t really mean it, Ohii-san. But, thanks ♪
[ But Hiyori's hunch is right, he expected something other than "pretty good." And maybe, deep down, he hoped he might be called handsome, or anything else. He still doesn't know that Hiyori thought he was beautiful, but would he get a big head about it? Well, probably! He'd probably think Hiyori bumped his head again or drank something strange. Either way, he'll take the handsome compliment and smile.
Is it just because they're Eve? Or is it something else? Sure, they've worn numerous matching outfits before. It's just how life is as an idol! But this feels different, having them stand shoulder-to-shoulder, bathroom mirror showing off both of their matching suits from top to tail. Something feels right, despite Jun's scepticism from earlier, he realises now Jin did mean to tailor him a suit. Watching through the mirror his heart feels full, knowing even when they haven't been shouting their relationship to the rooftops, it's still known to someone here and doesn't seem too much of a liability.
It is something beautiful, their relationship, and their love for each other. Jun never knew love could feel this intense, and it's something he never wants to squander. Despite where it's blossomed and bloomed, his eyes soften feeling Hiyori's fingers brush against his. ]
Yeah, it's nice, really nice.
[ He breathes out, giving the hand in his a squeeze back. ]
Huh, what didja mean by that?
[ Genuinely curious, Jun wonders why Hiyori would have that particular thought about them wearing matching suits now. He hadn't realised they'd moved past that point, even though they had discussed it extensively before.
... Or to the point where they'd come to a mutual understanding. ]
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