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[ he can see what ikki's doing and he knows it's going to be effective- they both do, he's sure- so kazu willingly loosens his hold so that he can roll off of him easier. messing around like this with ikki was akin to war in that there needed to be a strategy and carefully planned out moves, he couldn't always go on the offensive and lose sight of the big picture.

and really? some of that was more ikki's territory. kazu has always admired the fact that he can always charge headfirst into things and seem like he's just being reckless for the sake of it; it was hard to predict what would come out of that and it was one of the many things that made him a worthy rival and leader.

kazu was more of a cautious fighter and it still applies to their silly scuffles. once he's off ikki, the first thing he does is roll away to get some distance between them. stand up, pay no attention to his hat falling off his head (as expected), take a deep breath and instantly get into a defensive stance while watching ikki to try and figure out his plan of retaliation-- things with ikki could fall between a serious response that would knock him on his ass, all the way to him jumping like a bird and trying to fart on his face, so kazu needs to stay on his toes. ]

C'mon, all or nothing! Winner take all. [ just because ikki is fairly unpredictable doesn't mean that he can't try and sway him into a certain course of action, right? he's sure it says a lot about their friendship when the optimal option for him is for ikki to get serious as opposed to his more ridiculous and oftentimes gross responses, but whatever. he wouldn't change it for anything in the world. ]

[ While there is some disappointment when Kazu disengages, Ikki is a little grateful for it at the same time. He's no contortionist, even if he's limber and has been bent into all kinds of shapes by the Noyamano sisters. It's a better outcome for both of them, really, and it's a moment to regroup as they roll away from each other. Kazu goes one way, he goes the other, dropping to his belly again and practically doing a tumble to get up to his feet across from him.

All of his weight on the balls of his feet, he bounces a little where he stands, shoulders squared but body hunched and arms loose, eyes locked on his target. They're not wearing their AT right now, but he knows better than to look away from Kazu, knows that he's faster than people ever expect him to be. And he's the smartest out of all of them - most days, really, but especially when it comes to Ikki.

Fortunately, this works in his favor this time around. Whatever mischievous spark that might have indicated a divebomb farting attack or wet willy headlocks or fuckall knows what other disgusting attacks changes to something else, and a slow grin spreads across his face. His stance widens a little, going tighter like a coiled spring about to snap, fingers twitching like it's a high noon showdown. ]

Yeah? What's the "all?" [ This, this is what he lives for. The challenge, the fight that makes him feel as alive as soaring through the air does. Being at the top of the world isn't worth it if there's no one there to push you to keep it, and here they are in their stupid scraps. But it's the best, and he wouldn't change it for anything, either. ]

[ success, kazu thinks, and his chest swells with pride. it's the little things. he's a simple guy, and the fact that he knows ikki well enough by now to keep his attention is a feat worthy of being celebrated, in his book. even if said celebration is short lived at the moment.

he watches ikki move and he can't help but pick up on all the minute details, using that to fix the things he'd missed in his own form. the two of them being together was always a learning experience; though he doesn't mimic ikki's moves in their entirety, as the two of them had styles of going about it that were completely different, he does draw influence from his stance and posture and puts his own spin on it.

kazu grins back at him, one foot in front of the other and making sure to keep his knees loose- ready for any sudden movements. he purses his lips, wetting them to help fight back the tightness in his throat that had formed thanks to the thrill of competition. ]

Winner gets to sharpie the loser's face?

[ kazu doesn't like to make things too personal when it comes to their bets, and he knows it still has to be something with just enough incentive. restricting ikki or offering to do something for him was silly-- he would never dream of taking anything away from him and the latter wasn't enticing enough, because they both knew that whatever he could offer, he'd do it regardless. something stupid, childish, and with the potential to be embarrassing, on the other hand... ]

[ Outside observers might notice the way that Kazu and Ikki respond to one another - both physically and verbally, on every level - but it wouldn't really be enough, in the end. Ikki walks right into the setup, going on point like he's got a sign above his head that screams challenge accepted, but he moves in response to Kazu's adjustments too. It's a definite push and pull, back and forth, their relationship.

It's not a big adjustment, but he shifts and bends his knees a little, like he's preparing to spring at him. Maybe it takes some real power to take down the infamous Babyface in a street fight, but Kazu's been there since day one and knows him better than anybody. Either he takes him seriously or he risks getting taken by surprise, even when the attacks are juvenile and backed up by gross bodily functions. ]

Loser can't wash it off for twenty-four hours, no matter what the winner draws.

[ Kings at the top of the world, and the most exciting thing about Ikki's day is the prospect of drawing dicks all over his best friend's face.

But it's a good incentive, and it keeps his attention. Anything else, and it's true - Ikki would be disinterested in a reward, because even if they don't talk about it they both know that he'd get it without the dare backing it up anyways, or Ikki'd wind up getting actually violent to make sure he didn't lose. Slapping each other around is one thing, but putting full power behind punches and kicks is another thing entirely, and wasn't the point of this argument-turned-competition. Even if a lot of their little competitions end with them a little bruised and bloody, it's normal. ]

[ kazu has to take a deep breath- in preparation for his upcoming fate of having something stupid drawn on his face for that long. there was no way he could win. this was ikki! it was true that he'd come into his own after a while, but that didn't take away from the fact that it was still ikki, so cunning and strong and favored by lady luck.

but he can't just give up. kazu might have, before. it was easy to swallow defeat when he didn't really try because it didn't leave any room for disappointment or true challenge. this wasn't the case now, and he was sure that if he didn't try not only would he be disappointed in himself, but ikki would be too, even if he might not outright say so. ]

Deal.

[ he says, grinning, and impulsively launches forward to try and tackle ikki. it's definitely quick even on foot, but kazu knows that a straightforward attack leaves a lot of room to be blocked and countered- but he's hanging on to the hope that by going directly into the offensive is so unlike him, ikki will be thrown off, even just a little. ]

[ Grin sharp and bright and pleased, Ikki bounces a little in place. Not enough to disrupt his stance more than that, but just enough to give way to that excitement. There's nothing better than a challenge, but there's also nothing better than seeing his friends rise to that challenge. Though he's come to their rescue when they've needed the help, he's come to a stage in his life where he'll give them the boost, but he just wants to see them take what they want for themselves.

Even if it's something stupid like this. Kazu of the old days and the new Kazu are very different, and if he didn't have him launching his beanpole of a body at him he'd puff up a little (and deny it). There's no disappointment, here, not when he's still putting up a fight like this.

It does, admittedly, catch him off guard. But Ikki braces to take the hit, bringing his arms up as he tries to keep his balance. Being bulkier kind of helps in this situation, but damn if Kazu doesn't know how to throw his weight around, so he's fucked if he thinks he's safe just because he hasn't fallen on his ass in the first five seconds. So he brings an arm around, other hand going to grab onto his best friend's shirt, and he tries to get him into a guillotine choke. ]

C'mere, damnit - !

[ the hold's a success, but kazu isn't panicking. at least not yet. he's focused and quick to grab ikki's wrist when it comes down around his neck, keeping it from getting too tight by pushing against it with a bit of pressure. he could try and maneuver himself into a position where he could knock ikki on his ass, but...

part of him wants to keep the whimsical aspect to it, and even though he's fighting back despite the odds being stacked against him (stupid bulky, all too strong best friend), he wants to at least return the favor from earlier- so with the hand that isn't holding ikki's wrist, he reaches up over his shoulder as if he were aiming to break out of the hold... only to make a fist into his shirt and pull, trying to get it up to where he can tug it over ikki's head. ]

That's payback for my hat, jerk!

[ the grin on his face is probably rather obvious from his tone. that move left him pretty open when he could've used the energy to actually try and counter it, but kazu doesn't mind. this was definitely the more satisfying route for him. ]

[ And payback achieved. ]

What the fuck! [ There isn't much offense in his voice, though, and Ikki just winds up laughing even if it's muffled into the cotton of his shirt. He wiggles around, releasing Kazu's own shirt so that he can reach up to try and pull it from where it's stuck without sacrificing the hold any. Somehow it's both surprising and not that he opted to get revenge instead of actually do something that could win him the fight, but whatever, it's still pretty fun.

Making a few spitting noises, like he's got fiber in his mouth, he finally just gives up getting the shirt over his head all the way It can stay there, he doesn't need to be able to see right now, even if he's not sure what's around them now that they've moved so much. ] You were just asking for that, y'know, I don't know why you're offended I used it.

[ It's fine, though. He keeps the chokehold, even if Kazu's keeping it from becoming a tight one, and lifts with both fists in his shirt now, knees going out so he can drop them both. He takes the brunt of it being on the bottom, but he hardly notices, because he's more focused on rolling over the second he's on the ground so he can sit on his poor best friend. This is mostly so he can just pull the shirt over his head, so that he can untangle it, but also because it keeps him pinned for a minute. ]

[ kazu goes down with an ooph, the wind getting knocked out of him from the surprise of it. he doesn't even have time to get up and move away, ikki being too quick to flip them over and--

oh, fuck this guy.

he always knew his best friend was a menace. kazu probably knows more than most, given their rocky childhood and the fact that ikki wasn't the nicest to him all those years ago. but this was just plain unfair- it's only natural that blue eyes are going to focus on his chest, getting up as far as his clavicles before he can't actually look up at ikki's face and redirects his sight down.

... which is worse, if anything. from a purely objective standpoint ikki's body is impressive; kazu still clearly remembers when he first noticed how wide ikki's back had become, how the lines along his abdomen had gotten sharper, how whenever he punched ikki's arm in jest or grabbed him while wrestling he'd gotten way too warm and firm.

it's a sharp contrast from his own physique, all lithe and lean muscle, and that's definitely the only reason he's staring long enough for his mouth to feel dry and heat to rise up to his face. he looks around the room to try and locate where his hat had fallen off because he could really use something to hide behind right now, but he can't even bring himself up to wiggle or push ikki away- as if any sudden movement would cause kazu to get burned for a change. ]

... jesus, you're still really heavy. I can't even breathe right now. [ the words are mumbled after he licks his lips and coughs to clear the knot in his throat, focusing on anything except that (oddly comfortable) weight on top of him. ]

[ Despite how resilient he is, Ikki figures he'll probably have a bruise from that fall. Not that it'd be out of place - he is a maze of scars and bruises and scrapes on the regular, from AT practice and battles alike, right alongside roughhousing with his friends and family. So he just takes the opportunity to catch his breath, grinning crookedly but triumphantly as he figures out how the fuck he managed to tangle his shirt up so much trying to get it off.

He's about to put it back on, like he didn't just strip while sitting astride Kazu to keep him pinned, but winds up pausing as he catches the mumbling and throat clearing. Arms partway into the shirt so he could pull it over his head, he drops them down and cocks his head a little, going from asshole with shit-eating grin to... well, still that asshole, but with that too-keen gaze of his that he often uses for tactical planning and building blueprints in his mind.

Leaning back a little, if only so that he can get a better look at Kazu from his perch, Ikki crosses his arms with shirt still in hand. ]

You are a lil' red in the face. [ A low blow if there ever was one, but Kazu's right: Babyface of the East Side Gunz, fearless leader of Kogarasumaru, renowned Sky King, is a fucking menace. This is a new kind of thing, one that he doesn't pay much attention to by virtue of just not noticing it unless it's right in his face, but it's still a thing. And he's still going to be a dick, in his most loving of ways, when it's right in his face. It's like dangling a shiny thing in front of an actual crow, taunting and saying you can't take this, don't touch it.

If anyone embodies the words "challenge accepted," it's Minami Itsuki. ] You gonna be okay man? Should I get up? I thought you could handle more than this.

[ Genuinely awful human being, honestly, but the opening is there. He at least stops short of asking if Kazu needs CPR, but that's a line that he's not prepared to cross just yet, personally, when it comes to taunts. There's only so many times he can tell himself no homo before it's a case of okay, kind of homo, but only for Kazu. You spend all your life admiring girls and everything that comes with that package, and it's a fucking surreal and kind of scary transition to realize your best friend went from round cheeks and skinny legs and weird haircuts under stupid hats to... Well, this.

Kazu is kind of hot, in a completely opposite kind of way that girls have been, especially with what he's put into perfecting his AT skills, and after everything they've been through he's been there since day one. He knows him better than anyone else - even his family, it seems like, even Ringo - and for as much shit as he gives him, as they give each other, Ikki doesn't trust anyone more than he does Kazu. ]

[ it's a very low blow, one that makes his skin burn even hotter. he can feel ikki's eyes on him like a predator would its prey and it makes kazu want to run away; that was always the safe option, despite all his work to level up his bravery he's still very familiar with how effective fleeing a scene was, especially when he knows ikki's messing with him.

but he doesn't, because a part of him is just fine right here. their friendship is stronger than ever, but the addition of things kazu feels are so foreign and terrifying and still somehow it just makes sense to him. kazu had never been as straightforward as his friends when it came to girls; there had been some interest there, of course-- but if it had come down to a girl or ikki, he would always choose ikki. there isn't anyone that can compare to his best friend, or someone he could trust so wholeheartedly.

despite him being a giant bag of dicks, saying things like that and making kazu's chest feel like its going to burst. kazu feels nauseous and for a moment he considers telling ikki to get off- he's uncomfortable because this situation is embarrassing and ikki is too attractive for him to properly parse it (the realization of that itself making him feel like crying on one hand, rolling his eyes on the other because of how torn he was on the matter), but he's sure ikki would stop if he expressed genuine discomfort.

the fact that kazu doesn't immediately go with the latter probably says more about him that he'd like to admit. ]

I can-- [ his voice cracks and kazu wants to die. ] I can handle it... more of it, I can. Uh.

[ it probably wasn't too convincing when he sounds like he's forgotten how to speak and form proper sentences, but if asked kazu's blaming it on the tightness in his chest. since ikki had shifted back a bit (bastard), kazu plants his feet flat on the ground and bucks his hips up, rolling into the movement as his back arches- as a sign that he hasn't given up just yet and maybe he can throw ikki off of him and reverse their positions, but if it comes off a bit suggestive... that's ikki's prerogative, really. ]

[ For as much of a dick he is, Ikki watches Kazu, gauges his reaction for more than one reason. Fucking around with his friends is a favorite pasttime of his, and he frequently pushes his luck with it, but causing them genuine discomfort is another thing entirely. When Kazu starts turning redder and redder, but doesn't actually tell him to fuck off he deigns that he's fine still and continues to push and needle and just be a shit all around. Especially when he's in such a prime position to do it without getting the favor returned as easily.

Which means it can't last, and brings them to their position now, and the fact that he very much notices every single roll of Kazu's body from hips and up as he tries to dislodge him.

Oh god, Ikki is kind of gay and this is really not helping his crisis over it. This would be so much easier if he hadn't thought, in the midst of practice at the HQ afterschool, that he probably could kiss Kazu without it being weird. (Which was, in fact, weird, and did, in fact, make him fucking panic and crash into a wall mid-run.)

He goes from snickering to letting out a short, startled grunt before he uncrosses his arms and catches himself on his hands so that he doesn't brain himself on Kazu's thick skull or the floor. Between the new position and the cause of the new position, color actually winds up flooding his cheeks. Not nearly as fire engine red as Kazu's wound up, but he's definitely flustered even if he grins down at him.

Both to cover it up and because, goddamnit, he's not going to let his best friend get away with his voice cracking without commenting on it or his choice of words. ] Yeah, I bet you can.

[ Well, it's meant to be him giving him shit about his voice cracking, but the emphasis and wording makes what he's saying sound... suggestive. Like the - the thing with Kazu's stupid, stupid hips, it's a double-edged sword. Which results in his flush darkening, even if he resolutely holds onto that grin of his. There's a twitch around the edges, where it falters, but he's going to see this through.

What "this" is, he has no fucking clue. But he doesn't want to move, so he's not going to, simple as that. There's a lot of complicated reasons behind it, but the basic and most Ikki of them all is that he's not the type to run away unless there's a very good reason for it. So he rests all of his weight on one hand, free the other to give Kazu a half slap, half pat to the cheek.

Not that he moves anywhere, though, still bowed over Kazu like that. ] What, still not giving up? Real admirable of you.

[ kazu's breath hitches when ikki hovers so close to him, to the point where he really thinks he actually can't breathe properly and maybe he should call about a doctor's appointment later, because there's no way a person's heart beating this fast was normal.

ikki's words are muddled for a few seconds- kazu's distracted by finally looking at his face and oh, he wishes he hadn't, because the first thing that comes to mind is that he could definitely write a sonnet about ikki's eyes and isn't that just the gayest shit that's ever been thought up- but when kazu makes sense of them, he rolls his eyes and moves a hand up to bonk one of ikki's shoulders. stupid.

he takes a deep breath when ikki places a hand on his face, pursing his lips as he gathers his words, not wanting to mess up again, ] I'd never give up now when I want something... learned from the best, you know.

[ his voice is soft and his tone fond, a fresh wave of heat gracing kazu's skin. with that, he can pretty much admit that he's absolutely smitten- not that kazu hadn't realized it about himself a long time ago, when he started catching himself getting flustered when they were changing after a long day of training or when he started wondering how soft ikki's lips normally were after he saw them while they were chapped one day.

while it wasn't a new, brain-breaking realization for him, it does surprise him how strongly he feels and how okay he is with it. ikki is so close, touching his face in a way that kazu can't help but lean into, and he-

he wants to kiss him.

kazu wants to hide under his hat for the rest of his life and vomit everything he's ever eaten and if he's still got energy by the end of it he wants to throw himself out into traffic- but above all and overshadowing everything else at the moment, he wants to kiss his best friend, so he does. ]

Edited (I NEEDED A MORE DISTRESSED ICON) 2015-09-10 23:15 (UTC)

[ It's easy enough to tell when Kazu's actually made sense of what he's said, considering he gets hit for it, and Ikki's grin widens with renewed strength. They're really close, and he can see how pale his eyelashes are - gay, what the fuck - which is not something he ever realized was a thing. (He has, conversely, realized just how fucking blue Kazu's eyes are, but he prefers to not compare them to the very sky that he spends all his time looking up at. There are limits even he has, and that's one of them.) His eyebrows raise a little, mischievous and amused, but it all just winds up softening around the edges.

Because that's all he wanted, wasn't it? For people to take what they wanted, instead of just figuring they couldn't have it or expecting someone to give it to them, to control fate for them. Ikki isn't that kind of guy, never has been, even when others around him were. Kazu had been one of them, but to have the fundamental proof of his growth, hearing the words himself makes him puff up a little, smug like it's his achievement but proud that it's Kazu's. His second in command, the only person who's ever kept up with him all these years, even if he lagged behind every now and then when he wasn't nearly as confident. ]

You're damn right you did. I can't even give you shit about it, it'd be like knocking my great leadership skills.

[ Ikki should know better than to think that his boisterous ego hides what he really means, that Kazu doesn't know that there's more to what he says than the cocky, self-centered seeming words that come out of his mouth. But at least he doesn't have to think about it long, because he goes from watching Kazu, bent over him, to, well.

This -

This is not the first time he's ever been kissed out of the blue. Simca, Akito, Ringo, he's had a few of them sprung on him when he least expected it and has had varying reactions to each of them. They've all surprised him, for better or worse, and so does this one. Not because it feels like it's sudden, but more by the fact that it isn't at all weird, exactly like he thought. He would've figured that kissing your best friend, who is a guy, would be kind of fucking weird.

It kind of isn't, even if the position is way more suggestive than it has any right of being, but his mind kind of blanks out for a hot second. He goes still, his first reaction, before he actually kickstarts his brain again and does the first thing that comes to him. Which is ducking down before Kazu gets the wrong idea, hand actually properly framing his cheek as he kisses him back instead of just blinking stupidly. ]

[ mystery solved: ikki's lips are indeed as soft as he thought, and the discovery makes his chest swell. it's only a little bit odd; ikki's all harsh lines and loud words most days, so the softness of his lips feels a bit out of place. at least until he listens to the logical part of his brain that's telling him that of course lips are soft, they're meant to be- thinking of it like that just didn't make him as happy.

and he is happy, kazu realizes, as he moves to wrap an arm behind ikki's neck to keep him close and (hopefully) encourage him. kazu's always been the kind of guy that has trouble jumping into new things without doing extensive research on the subject- so he has looked this up before. 'how to kiss your best friend' brought up more results that he'd expected on google but he had still read extensively a few pages of results in, trying to commit all the tips and techniques to memory.

none of them actually helped right now.

kazu can't recall most of what he'd read; he's far too focused on ikki kissing him in return, and kazu tips his mouth against his a bit more just because he doesn't want him to stop. he guesses he can leave the methodical part of himself alone for now- kazu likes to make plans to feel confident, but when he's with ikki... it's easy to feel safe, and by extension easy to stop overthinking things and listen to what instincts are telling him.

like how instincts are telling him to wonder if the skin of ikki's neck tastes similar to kissing him, or how he really likes ikki's hand cupping his face like that and wouldn't mind him doing similar to his hair. how he wants to pepper ikki's face with kisses even though that's definitely very gay, but maybe being gay on ikki wouldn't be so bad if it meant they could hold hands when they had movie nights (so lame) or if he could run his mouth all the way down ikki's back-

but there's a problem with all that and its name is Improperly Timed Blood Flow to His Groin. kazu's eyes snap open and his whole body tenses. with such little distance between them he's pretty sure that ikki can't miss that, but perhaps if he stays as still as a deer in headlights it... won't be as obvious? god, kazu's never going to live this down, is he. ]

[ Shouldn't there be a difference, here? Akito is at least soft like a girl - even when Agito is in charge, despite all the sharp angles he makes himself out to be - but there isn't any difference between him and Kazu and the girls he's been kissed by in the past. Not where their lips meet, anyways, because there's definitely something different in his chest. It twists and clenches and weaves its way through his ribs, a warmth and odd kind of satisfaction, the fierce emotions that he frequently feels in varied cocktails when it comes to Kazu all amplified.

It's easy enough to take all of that, along with the arm hooked behind his neck to keep him in place, and focus on the kiss. He's not someone that's put a lot of research into this, rarely ever puts research into much of anything unless it's a pre-battle plan, but that's just who he is. He flies by the seat of his pants, lets his heart lead instead of his head. Instinct is what drives him, and he figures that he's got this downpat, at least for right now, especially since Kazu is properly kissing him back instead of getting lost in that big head of his.

Even now, though, he figures nothing will change. All of their change happened early on, when they were younger and stupider kids, their greatest problems being bullies that could barely hit harder than you. Sure, there was a hiccup when the Skull Saders thought they could get away with their shit, but after that - and after the weird cult thing - they just seemed closer. Ikki could look to his right and there was Kazu, ready for a fight or joining their stupid banter.

It's just that there's going to be a lot more kissing in the future, which he's pretty down for. A lot more of looking his fill without it being quite so damn weird in his head, coupled with a gay crisis and low key panic. And he can thread his fingers through Kazu's hair without it being for a dirty trick, or an absent ruffle. He almost does it now, fingers slipping down across his cheek, before he feels the body below his go very, very still. And then his attention drifts further down, and he pulls back a little - at least it lets him catch his breath - to...

Well, snort. Even as his cheeks burn again, he laughs, dropping his forehead down onto Kazu's shoulder. ]

Shit. [ he groans when ikki laughs, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling. there's a tightness in his chest but unlike before when he was glad for it, this time it's due to how mortified he feels. why can't he ever have one cool, flawless moment?

kazu's confidence has gotten better over time, there's no denying that. but up to this point he'd only had to deal with things he and ikki could tangibly tackle together. if he needed a boost ikki was always there to help (and vice versa), and at the end of the day they were stronger friends- and people- for it. but this, whatever it was... what if ikki had just been going with the flow? what if this made him feel weird or uncomfortable? what if he didn't want to be around him anymore?

well, no, that last one he doesn't believe. kazu knows ikki and despite how ridiculous he can be, he also knows he isn't that petty or that much of an asshole. worst case scenario he'd just be told that he didn't feel the same way, or that he'd gone along with the kiss to try it but entering bonertown was too real too fast and he wasn't into it. and that was fine, it wouldn't be the end of the world. they'd still be friends and that's what mattered most.

his skin's radiating heat like no tomorrow, his hands are clammy, and thank god ikki's face is buried in his shoulder, because i'm frantically overthinking every choice i've ever made is practically written across his face.

kazu takes a deep breath, shaky, and after once again mourning the loss of his hat for the Nth time today, he manages to choke out, ] Sorry.

[ If there is anything that Ikki does not know how to deal with, he usually just barrels on through or relies on instinct to get through it. But in this case, he doesn't have any idea of what he's really doing, and he bets they're going to have to sit and figure that shit out together. Nevermind that Kazu is the type to sit down and click through the internet or whatever until ass o'clock in the morning, until he's read up on about fifty different things just because they were tangentially related, and probably has a better idea of this shit than he does.

Put aside the, you know, fact that now he's thinking about more than them just making out. Kazu shouldn't be allowed to groan and swear like that when they've been made aware of dicks? It isn't really that conducive to either of them keeping their cool, especially not when he thinks that Kazu smells kind of great where he's tucked his face.

So he just - he laughs a little, keeping his very red face where it is for a moment longer. Not that it hides his ears or the back of his neck, but he figures this is a good moment to compose himself. It's not very often that he gets embarrassed or flustered or turns fucking scarlet, so he's just going to hide until some of it goes down and he can figure out where to go from here.

What that winds up being is eventually sitting up, because he can practically hear how much Kazu is overthinking right now. The gears in his head are that fucking loud, and he has to rectify that. So he does, moving to no longer sit on Kazu even though he stays straddled over him, knees on either side of his waist as he looks down at him.

And he reaches out, clapping his hands on Kazu's cheeks twice, before he just cradles his face in his palms. ] Dude, c'mon. I'm gonna give you shit about this even when we're old and grey, but if we're gonna keep doing this it should probably not be on the floor and it should probably also be after a timeout. [ Because entering bonertown is so real, and he is resolutely not going to panic over it, because he is above such mortal things as panic, goddamnit. ]

[ the smack to his face startles those stupid gears into stopping, ikki's words clicking into place and soothing his nerves like only the fearless Sky King & Best Friend can. that's all it takes for kazu to trust and believe him wholeheartedly on the matter, and since he's comfortable enough to now- he laughs. ]

Yeah, that's a good point. [ he says after a moment, his hands moving to circle ikki's wrists so they can stay in place as kazu sits. he can still taste ikki on his lips when he licks them and thinking about it flusters him, but his heart feels like its overflowing and the nausea he gets when he usually thinks about dating isn't there- so that had to be a good sign, right? .

it's a split second decision, but as kazu's moving to actually stand he leans in to kiss ikki again, moving back before anything deeper can come from it and looking all too innocent about it. never mind that he's the one that mostly needs a timeout. thanks to the (way too sappy) thought that they'd still be together after such a long time, as more than just friends with something that he feels is only going to bring them even closer together, he just can't help himself.

kazu brushes his fingers through his hair as he fetches his hat, eyes still glued to ikki. ] D'you want some water or something?

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[ There, much better. Ikki is satisfied, hearing Kazu laughing instead of pretty much getting his overthinking in stereo. So he lets it pass for the meantime, even though he does have every intention of giving him so much shit over the fact he popped a boner during their first kiss. ]

I always have good points. [ He really doesn't, but whatever. Rather than drawing away, he lets Kazu hold his hands where they are, where he marvels at the difference there. His hands are so heavily calloused now from the training that Sora had put him through, but Kazu's cheeks are so soft and smooth and he can't help but brush his thumbs over them for a second. It's thoughtless, but still fascinated.

And then Kazu kisses him again, and he's still a little surprised by it. Like he can't quite wrap his head around the fact that it's happening. It's only when Kazu's pulling back, though, that he actually lowers his hands and looks up at him as he stands up, contemplative. This is typically a dangerous thing, but he's trying to reassess everything and better categorize it in his head. Nothing is going to change, at its core, but everything is going to change. Of course they're going to be old and grey together - that was a given - but it doesn't even click in his head that he said something so fucking sappy until he's tracking Kazu's movements and thinking.

At least he does, eventually, grab his shirt off the floor to pull it back on as he stands up himself. Nevermind that he's smiling like a dope to himself while he does it. ] Sure, yeah. Gotta stay hydrated after delivering a smackdown.

You played dirty! [ he says with a pseudo annoyed huff as he tugs his hat down on his head, and everything's right with the world then- though kazu finds he needs it even less around ikki at this moment and he's glad for it.

he makes sure to shove at ikki's shoulder lightly on his way to the kitchen, smiling at the produce like he wants to get friendly with it when he opens the fridge. it was a new feeling, that's for sure. he and ikki were closer than anyone else he could think of, they had been for years and even after their friendship had been tested time and time again they were still going strong. so the knowledge that now they'd be even closer? that they could get to know each other in every single way?

it was too much, and in result kazu ends up with his forehead pressed to the refrigerator door that was still closed (because ikki wasn't looking, right? why would he follow him into the kitchen when kazu had offered to get water for him?), looking all too fondly at the water bottles as he focuses on evening out his breath. he's an embarrassing guy and he wasn't about to stop now.

it all happens in a matter of seconds, though, and kazu shakes his head to snap out of it. he grabs the water and fetches a bowl while he's at it, dumping in a few different kinds of chips and junk food before he calls out without looking behind him, ]

Hey, did you still wanna watch that new wrestling movie? Buccha gave me a copy of his DVD.

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you got a heart that's born with a beat

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i'm embarrassed at how much wrestling i've looked up for this

same tbh but it's gonna be worse when they're gamed

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this took forever, sorry!