laography | you got a heart that's born with a beat

❝ what's that now,
you forget how to breathe? ❞
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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.

you got a heart that's born with a beat

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this took forever, sorry!