[ There's not a lot that Eijun can remember. Just flashes of things, really, bits and pieces, flickers of color and glimpses of faces. He remembers a grinning boy, the feeling of an arm slung around his shoulder. A girl with a sunflower in her hair, and her cheerful voice raised as she called for him. A shrine, with its red torii gates rising high above his head.
But he can't remember names. It's like they're hidden behind a veil, something thick and dark and sickly, the ill-will of a curse. He can't remember much of anything, really, except—
He remembers the fire, leaping from roof to roof of the shrine's buildings. Anything else is lost to a wash of flame.
He can remember the heavy, choking smoke and someone's hands on his back, shoving him out, yelling at him to run, get away— But nothing else, just a blur as Eijun stumbles through the forest, his heavy formal robes charred, the magatama dangling from a cord around his neck cracked and dirty, soot streaked on his skin.
The sword he has clutched in his hand glows with a chill blue light, but Eijun's too exhausted to care. So exhausted that he doesn't even notice the man who steps out from between the trees, right in time for Eijun to falter and fall flat on his face at his feet. ]
[ Typically, Miyuki makes a point to avoid shrines. Kannushi. Miko. Onmyouji. It's not so much that he's a youkai that gets up to much trouble, really - he's more of a trickster than a threat, in the grand scheme of things - but more that he doesn't want to run the risk of finding himself face-to-face with someone that doesn't care about the differentiation. But it's hard to miss smoke, even from a distance. Especially from a fire that's obviously so vicious.
Everyone talks about it, a whisper on the wind that travels. A shrine, up in flames. No one knows why. No one knows how.
He's curious, but not stupid enough to go seek it out when it's so fresh. Which is, of course, why fate delivers someone in such official looking garb directly at his feet. He'd just been minding his own business, and then all of a sudden there was someone there, and he looks - worn. Dead in the eyes, a little. And smells of something foul, fouler than charred clothes and smoke.
He should leave him there.
After a moment of regarding his figure, he sighs to himself, and he doesn't. He reaches down, grabbing him by the back of his robes and hefting him up effortlessly to get him up enough to scoop him into his arms. He'd throw him over his shoulder, but he doesn't want to risk getting hit with that sword. But he's not about to leave him out in the middle of the forest, not when there's always something darker than the sea of trees itself out there, waiting to prey on unsuspecting humans. One so badly worn? Won't stand a chance.
Never let anyone say Kazuya doesn't have a heart in there. ]
[ Being carried through the forest feels like a dream. Eijun's not quite unconscious, but he's close, everything blurry around the edges, fuzzed over by the haze of exhaustion and the dark cloud of the curse. It feels dreamlike, slow and a bit sickening, like gravity's not working quite right, to be pulled up, held in someone's arms. Eijun thrashes weakly, a futile attempt to escape, some lingering sense of the panic that had sent him stumbling into the forest rousing itself, but even in his best condition, he'd be a poor match for a youkai's inhuman strength. As it is, his struggles amount to barely more than tossing his head and letting out a low, pained moan before he subsides, head falling to rest on Miyuki's shoulder.
He stares up at Miyuki, eyes unfocused, blinking blearily a few times before his gaze sharpens, actually taking in what he's staring at. ]
You— You have to help them. The shrine, all the priests—
[ His voice, already raw from inhaling too much smoke, fails him. Eijun's cut off by a thick, clawing cough that wracks his whole body, has him turning his head enough to bury it against Miyuki's shoulder in an attempt to make the hacking stop. ]
[ With how futile the efforts are, Miyuki doesn't quite register them. He ignores them, mostly, as he just adjusts how he's holding Eijun instinctively to make sure that he doesn't go tumbling out of his hands. He's still aware of the sword, but his focus is moving to put him somewhere safer. Maybe close to the next human village? Being near that smoke, in these robes, probably wouldn't be the wisest choice. Whatever burnt down that shrine would, likely, go to neighboring villages around it.
And where there's smoke, there's fire, and almost always the cause of said fire. Powerful youkai or not, he's not about to turn around and square off against whoever - or whatever - might have caused the fire. Not when he has no ties whatsoever to the people there, and when humans haven't done him many favors.
This is just a single act of kindness. ]
If there's anyone still there, there's nothing I can do about it. [ He at least shifts to let him cough into his shoulder, continuing to pick his way through the trees. ] Just pray there are other survivors that got away, like you did, because that's about all you can do.
[ Ask Miyuki a year ago, two years ago, and he would never say that he expected to wind up living his life like this. They have connections in the police, through Zono especially, but none of them were part of it. But then he'd met Sawamura Eijun, who assumed he was just a busker that was up to something until he had blackmail on him being a shifter and thus a magic user, illegal just by virtue of existing. After that... well, they progressed into partners. It was only fitting for them to make it official with the academy enrollment form.
He fills out the enrollment. He goes through the training without telling Eijun. (Eijun finds out, anyways, seeing him on the obstacle course and yelling his name, sending him face-first into the ground it startles him.) And, today, he wakes up before dawn for their early patrol to Eijun's face mashed into him, drool on his pillow.
He's pretty fine with this.
Extracting himself, Miyuki has learned, is easier when he shifts. Sometimes he wakes up in his animal form, Eijun hugging him like a teddy bear, but other days he has an attachment that's wormed his limbs around all of his. So he finds a way to work with it - this is how. He leaves his sleep mask behind, delicately moving so he doesn't stick his paws in any unfortunate places. But as he's getting on the other side of Eijun, he sticks his cold nose into Eijun's ear, snuffling at him. ]
Time to get up ~ [ And then he hops off the bed, shifting back mid-motion, so he doesn't get a flailing limb in his face. He needs to get dressed, anyways. ]
[ eijun never really thought miyuki was evil. had a nasty personality? definitely. but he's not a bad guy, and eijun was his number one cheerleader when he decided to go through formal academy training. of course he was freakishly good at it (he's miyuki) and it's almost hard to believe.
he's going to have a partner.
and not just any partner, either. a partner he's close with already, someone who he has a working relationship with, someone who makes eijun a better cop just by merit of being his (nasty) self. who helps make his days pretty good too, from the bullpen to the bedroom, and the morning of first patrol is no different.
eijun doesn't even notice when miyuki shifts, considering he's out like a light (work tires him out, like turning off an energizer bunny), and it's literally only when there's something wet in his ear that he snaps awake.
jerking into a sitting up position, eijun slaps his hand over his ear. ] Wha-huh--Miyuki!!
[ probably too early to be yelling like that, but he picks up a pillow and chucks it at his retreating back. ] You suck!
[ Miyuki laughs, because he is pretty nasty, and lets the pillow smack into him. It flops off his back and onto his tail, so he just curls it up so he can grab it and throw it back at him. Without his glasses, though, the aim is off - if it even hits his leg he'll be shocked. ]
So lively this early in the morning! [ Ears perked and grin wide, he snickers and heads over to check out his brand new uniform. He's worn it all of once, for the ceremony. He's... nervous.
Which is why he stops before he actually takes it off the hanger, rubbing his thumb against one of the sleeve's cuffs.
Not only is he a magician, but he's a shifter. He's a predator. He's been Eijun's partner on his assignments more than once, unsanctioned and there to keep him from getting killed by the more aggressive predators that are out there, vicious not for his own sake but for Eijun's safety. Now he's about to wear a badge.
He earned it. He has to remember that. ] What do you want for breakfast?
[ completely oblivious to miyuki's internal strife (as usual??) eijun complains at him when he throws the pillow, even though it lands far beyond the bed and on the other side. stupid cheating tanuki.
well, after that rude awakening, he's up now, and eijun swings his legs over to teh side of the bed and yawns, stretching out as far as he can and reaching down to touch his toes. his bones just feel tired, but there's that jittery energy of first day that still sings through his bones. eijun's been a cop on the force for a year now, but this is the first time he's ever had a partner.
(officially, anyway.)
he pushes to a standing position and scratches his stomach, looks at his own police uniform draped over miyuki's chair. ] Mmm...tamagoyaki! [ the best perk of miyuki kazuya the partner: miyuki kazuya the cook. yes please.
shuffling over, he goes to start getting dressed himself. surely, if eijun had a tail like miyuki, it'd be wagging. ] You could've let me sleep while you were cooking!
[ While staying at Eijun's is always better when it comes to avoiding trouble, and he actually doesn't mind how small it is, the whole fact it doesn't have a kitchen is always something that grates on him. No wonder he was so unhealthy about eating before. Probably a good thing that he decided to feed this random, loudmouthed cop.
And continues to. Miyuki glances over at him, his tail swishing behind his legs a little as he tries to sort out the blurry shapes of one Sawamura Eijun as he moves around. It's worth it. ] Tamagokyaki. Can do.
[ Quick and easy. He reaches to pull his shirt off over his head, dropping it on the floor and starting to get dressed after he stares down the uniform for a little longer. Something weighs heavy in his gut, but it's not dread. It's nerves. So he'll cook it away, put that feeling in his food, even something as simple as a rolled omelette. ]
Nope. Knowing you, we're going to need you up and at 'em now. Something's going to happen in the next hour.
[ it's kind of nice to see miyuki in his uniform. this is the first time eijun's really seen it, and he peeks over his shoulder while he's pinning on his own badge and pulling his cap over his head. for him, it's routine--he's been a cop for six months now--but today's a new day.
miyuki's not the only one with something rolling in his stomach, but for eijun, it's excitement. he has a partner.
they've come a long way together, miyuki's status as something different unimportant in the face of their partnership, the way they work together. it's why he spots miyuki changing and then says-- ] Oh, wait wait wait!
[ whirling around, eijun scurries over towards him, pausing in front of miyuki's buttoned shirt. he swipes the black box eijun gave him yesterday off the table, opens it, and then holds out the badge.
he gives him a bright, sunshine grin. ] It's gotta be special, it's a big day!!
[ and like that, he leans in to pin his badge to his chest, smiling to himself as he gets in close and helps solidify the fact that they're partners. ]
[ For the past ten years, Takigawa Koushuu has been dealing with an infestation. There's no other way for him to describe it, and he's pretty sure that the other kids that they've grown up with would completely agree with this descriptor. It was easier when they were younger, when said infestation was just an obnoxious, constant ray of sunshine trying to befriend him. One dad would encourage him in his efforts to get him to go away, while the other one sighed and made him apologize, sure, but still. He tried very, very hard to make him go away, regardless of which father he listened to on any given day when it came to the method.
And then Kuramochi Eijun managed to weasel his way into his sleeping bag at naptime and it was all downhill from there.
And right into the ditch when he started to think Eijun was attractive. It would be less irritating if he wasn't so fucking stupid still, but, no, it doesn't work like that. And no threats of biting or kicking him work anymore, as he manages to barge into his life daily now, especially with them both attending Seidou, but -
It's nice, sometimes. Even if he acts like it isn't.
Case in point: tonight.
Koushuu perks when he feels his hand being taken, like an animal suddenly aware of something, and slowly looks down at where Eijun has essentially latched onto him. Just as slowly, if not, perhaps, more slowly, he lifts his flat gaze up to look at him. If unimpressed could be bottled up, he'd have the monopoly on it. ]
What. [ His voice goes just as flat as his stare. ] Are you doing.
[ ""childhood friends"" maybe feels sort of like a stretch when it comes to koushuu. eijun's known him since he was maybe four years old (his kohai!) and sure, they've always spent time together, but koushuu seems weirdly resistant to the concept of the word 'friend'.
not that that ever stopped eijun. he's a bulldozer when he wants to be, and so he's continued on his lifelong mission of befriending (bothering the hell out of) takigawa koushuu. anyone who was related to chris, the coolest catcher ever, had to be a great guy!
and so, childish games had turned into playing baseball together, two separate middle schools but a new high school, the family legacy, and few things changed. koushuu still looked unimpressed with eijun most of the time, eijun didn't care. eijun still dragged him into stuff, koushuu went or outright stopped it, depending on his mood.
eijun still occasionally scoots over to get into his sleeping bag.
it's fine.
at the moment, he's sitting on koushuu's floor, staring up at the tv in front of them. he'd picked a horror movie because he's not scared of anything and never has been, and his dad told him a long time ago that he could hold someone's hand to, you know, help them if they were scared. which is where eijun is right now, definitely not scared, and definitely holding koushuu's hand. he blinks, when he's addressed, then says, in his most determined and definitely not scared of the movie voice ] Helping! I'm gonna keep you from being scared, obviously!
[ about two seconds later, there's a jumpscare in the movie, and eijun jumps. ]
[ Life would probably be easier if he didn't have a crush on Eijun, honestly. Which his best friend is more than happy to remind him of, frequently, when he starts growling under his breath about something that the pitcher's done. ""Childhood friends"" probably isn't something he'd ever admit to, sure, but he'd yell that from the highest building on campus before he ever conceded to having a crush. Koushuu does not do crushes.
(He has done crushes since he was like. Ten. It's awful.)
His eyes drop again, without his head moving, to look at where Eijun is holding onto him. Helping. The horror movie hadn't been his first choice, but he's never actually been scared during one that he can remember. Having the combination of dads that he does, it shouldn't come as any surprise that something like that doesn't really faze him. His temper is pretty terrifying, though, so there's the con to that pro.
And then Eijun jumps, and that's what makes him jump, and he stares at the TV with wide eyes before he sighs, heavily. ] I'm pretty sure you're the one that's scared, Eijun.
[ sure enough, as the jutmp scare happens, eijun's hand immediately tightens where it's holding onto koushuu's, squeezing tight. onii-san always let him hold his hand when eijun was little, because he needed rescuing! and this is no different. he's just...rescuing. that's all. after all, it's pretty dark in here.
blustering up immediately, eijun hunches his shoulders, his cheeks flushing under his freckles as he does what he does best: yells. ] I'm not afraid of anything!! It's just a movie! [ because he can still be loud even when he's embarrassed, a feat that truly sawamura eijun has mastered. ]
Besides, onii-san said we've gotta watch it so we can talk about it at Christmas. [ what kind of weird family ] Harucchi already watched it with Satoru, too!
[ Eijun has one hell of a grip, which shouldn't be surprising, since he's a pitcher. But he lets him hold on, anyways, because it doesn't really hurt, it's actually kind of ridiculous more than anything. He does lean away from him a little, though. There's no concept of volume control when Eijun is riled up. ]
Your family is so weird. [ At least his dad is kind of cool, in the same way that his dad is, with that rough around the edges but sappy and soft on the inside thing going for them. But man, the Kominatos are weird, and that's spread to the rest of them. ]
Satoru probably slept through it, anyways. [ Because Koushuu's not afraid to throw shade where shade is deserved, and Miyuki Satoru will do anything to make his girlfriend happy but, also, sleeps through anything and literally anywhere. ]
[ not that eijun realizes it, but it's probably a small miracle that koushuu is actually letting him hold his hand. he doesn't let go, either, not with the movie getting scarier by the second. he doesn't listen to any of his insults with a-- ] Shhh!!
[ mostly because he's actually kind of engaged in this scary movie, the strange child. plus, onii-san usually makes sure it's dead quiet when they're watching a horror movie, and eijun is always good for onii-san. still, as the woman in the film slowly, quietly sneaks through the room containing the killer, eijun's grip tightens and he ends up tipping over a little bit, grabbing onto his arm with the other hand.
he curls up, instinctively, too, watching with his eyes wide open and totally engaged, totally ready to be scared.
[ Making a softly annoyed sound at being shushed - really? - Koushuu stares at Eijun with that usual combination of mild annoyance and disbelief that only Eijun can inspire. He crinkles his nose, and then finally looks at the TV again when his dumb senpai curls up into him.
It definitely looks like they're cuddling, and he's going to not think about it. He's just going to sit there and watch the movie and let him hold his hand.
After a little bit of watching the movie, he takes a wild guess at where it's going and wiggles his hand where Eijun has practically cemented himself against him. Instead of taking it away, though, he hesitates, then laces their fingers together.
The entire time, Koushuu remains resolutely staring at the TV, watching the killer creep after their victim. ]
[ eijun's plenty distracted by the film. it's heart-pounding at this point, and eijun can't help but get sucked into it. he's always been like this, easily eaten up by any sort of thing, fascinated by the attention.
slowly, he tenses up more and more as the movie keeps going and going, and right as the killer leaps out, eijun shrieks and practically upends himself right into koushuu's lap, so startled by it that his hand might actually be the only thing tethering him to this planet for a brief second.
after a brief second, he loosens his grip. ] She's dead, she's dead, they totally killed her! They killed the main girl!!
[ The way that Eijun gets sucked into things - baseball, shoujo, his weird war novels, movies - allows Koushuu to observe him more closely without him realizing it. It's... probably a bad idea for him to do that, really, considering he gets distracted trying to count freckles or wondering why his eyes glint gold in some lights.
Stupid. This is so stupid, he wishes he could stop.
But right now, he's at least managed to focus on the movie, too, especially since he has to know when to brace himself for -
Well, that. Shrieking and jumping. He lets out an alarmed oomph as he gets him practically on top of him, trying not to fall over, his other hand shooting up to grab Eijun's shoulder. ]
... [ Movie. ] Maybe she wasn't actually the main girl and someone'll have to get revenge for her?
[ dw koushuu, eijun has no idea about your internal gay crisis. he wouldn't even dream of it. sure, he knows it's a real and true thing that they're friends, even though koushuu denies it at least half the time, but anything further than that? not a chance. besides, it's not like he's ever thinking about dating. there have been people who liked him for years (koushuu, wakana) and eijun never noticed either of them.
at least not in that way. their positioning at the moment might suggest otherwise: eijun's almost barnacled onto koushuu's side, having thrown his other arm around his shoulders when he leapt forward. he uses that to give him a shake, reactive as ever. ] No way!!
[ well, maybe. the screen cuts to a pool of blood, then darkness again and the sound of breathing. maybe she's alive! ]
[ Frankly the only person that knows about his internal gay crisis is his best friend, and Takuma is frankly the worst about it. At every chance he's trying to do something for Koushuu, and he doesn't appreciate it in the least. Besides, they have more important things to focus on. Like baseball. And making sure Eijun doesn't flunk - that's usually Kanemaru and Harucchi's jobs, but sometimes it becomes his when Eijun whines loud enough.
Even if he tells him off for a lot of things. Such as...
Without missing a beat, Koushuu bares his teeth a little and pretty much growls at him when he's shaken, because no matter how much he likes a person he's not about to approve of being rattled around. Even if he lets Eijun continue holding onto him. Whatever. ]
I'm never watching horror movies with you ever again. [ A lie. He would watch just about any movie with Eijun, even if he pretends he wouldn't. ] She's still breathing, anyways.
[ eijun backs off when koushuu growls at him, mostly because it's scary even years later, finally loosening the grip of his arm around his shoulders and the grip on his hand. he drops them back into his lap, even letting go of his hand fully. finally. ]
Nu-uh. [ whether that's to the horror movie comment or that not breathing comment, who knows? either way. the movie's past its climax, now...mostly. the serial killer is alone, about to go pick up the body of the girl to move it--when she moves!
eijun yelps, and grabs onto koushuu's arm again. ] Aaah!!
[ Truth be told, Koushuu's not stupid. Eijun has only ever been scared of one thing their entire lives they've known each other. Horror movies are a different thing, that's not based in reality. But any time he growls, Eijun backs off for a second, maybe a minute depending on how much vitriol is injected into the guttural noise, and it gives Koushuu a moment to recover from whatever suffering he's dealt with.
He tries not to think about the fact that Eijun is pretty much one second away from sitting in his lap completely. He just sits there, waiting, watching the movie.
Eijun does not disappoint, even if he startles him again, and immediately attaches to him again as the girl apparently fights back against her supposed killer. ] Told you.
Lucky guess! [ eijun huffs, though he keeps his voice low, like he's trying to keep from scaring the girl on the screen as she jumps at her attacker, surprising him. it's scary! and eijun's worried!! this poor lady!
his hand tightens on koushuu's arm, and eijun ducks a little bit, dropping his cheek against his upper bicep, almost like he's hiding from what's about to happen. ] What if she dies?! What's going to happen to her little brother?! He'll be all alone!!!
[ Koushuu rolls his eyes a little at the way he keeps his voice down, but doesn't call him on it or anything else. It's fair, though, given the fact that she was brutally attacked and is now fighting back against her killer. Of course Eijun is going to worry about her, because he's the most strangely empathetic human being that Koushuu's ever met.
So he just tolerates being clung to (as if it's that much of a hardship, when his heart does a weird little jump in his chest in response to him hiding against his arm). Shifting a little, he offers him his hand, palm up, against the top of Eijun's thigh. ] She won't die. She has to live for him.
[ Koushuu turns his head to glower over his shoulder at Seto, everything about his face calling him a dirty goddamn traitor. This was not what he wanted, this was not what he wanted at all, and maybe he can get them to leave instead of - whatever. Dealing with this. It's just the three of them. ]
We don't have time for mistletoe if you want to show me numbers.
[ Please, let Eijun be easily distracted by his excitement about his stupid numbers. If he can perfect them, beyond what Miyuki has done, maybe that'll help get him out of second string and onto first string with Eijun. It'd certainly be something while Miyuki is playing for the national team. It's just - frustrating, all of this. He really doesn't have the time to deal with his crush. ]
[Yuuri wakes up to a pounding, painful headache. His head might be swimming, but he still pulls himself into sitting and looks around the... bedroom? He's definitely on a bed, but it doesn't look like his hotel room- actually, nothing about the scene before him looks familiar. What did he do last night? Where is he?
Tentatively, he looks down. Nobody's in the bed with him. He's got his shirt unbuttoned, his tie loose around his neck, and after gingerly lifting up the blankets- just his underwear.
He makes an attempt to climb out of bed, and quickly decides against it. Not now, not yet- maybe not ever. Still if he's in a bed and he doesn't recognize it, then it has to belong to somebody, right?]
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But he can't remember names. It's like they're hidden behind a veil, something thick and dark and sickly, the ill-will of a curse. He can't remember much of anything, really, except—
He remembers the fire, leaping from roof to roof of the shrine's buildings. Anything else is lost to a wash of flame.
He can remember the heavy, choking smoke and someone's hands on his back, shoving him out, yelling at him to run, get away— But nothing else, just a blur as Eijun stumbles through the forest, his heavy formal robes charred, the magatama dangling from a cord around his neck cracked and dirty, soot streaked on his skin.
The sword he has clutched in his hand glows with a chill blue light, but Eijun's too exhausted to care. So exhausted that he doesn't even notice the man who steps out from between the trees, right in time for Eijun to falter and fall flat on his face at his feet. ]
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Everyone talks about it, a whisper on the wind that travels. A shrine, up in flames. No one knows why. No one knows how.
He's curious, but not stupid enough to go seek it out when it's so fresh. Which is, of course, why fate delivers someone in such official looking garb directly at his feet. He'd just been minding his own business, and then all of a sudden there was someone there, and he looks - worn. Dead in the eyes, a little. And smells of something foul, fouler than charred clothes and smoke.
He should leave him there.
After a moment of regarding his figure, he sighs to himself, and he doesn't. He reaches down, grabbing him by the back of his robes and hefting him up effortlessly to get him up enough to scoop him into his arms. He'd throw him over his shoulder, but he doesn't want to risk getting hit with that sword. But he's not about to leave him out in the middle of the forest, not when there's always something darker than the sea of trees itself out there, waiting to prey on unsuspecting humans. One so badly worn? Won't stand a chance.
Never let anyone say Kazuya doesn't have a heart in there. ]
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He stares up at Miyuki, eyes unfocused, blinking blearily a few times before his gaze sharpens, actually taking in what he's staring at. ]
You— You have to help them. The shrine, all the priests—
[ His voice, already raw from inhaling too much smoke, fails him. Eijun's cut off by a thick, clawing cough that wracks his whole body, has him turning his head enough to bury it against Miyuki's shoulder in an attempt to make the hacking stop. ]
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And where there's smoke, there's fire, and almost always the cause of said fire. Powerful youkai or not, he's not about to turn around and square off against whoever - or whatever - might have caused the fire. Not when he has no ties whatsoever to the people there, and when humans haven't done him many favors.
This is just a single act of kindness. ]
If there's anyone still there, there's nothing I can do about it. [ He at least shifts to let him cough into his shoulder, continuing to pick his way through the trees. ] Just pray there are other survivors that got away, like you did, because that's about all you can do.
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"definitely."
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He fills out the enrollment. He goes through the training without telling Eijun. (Eijun finds out, anyways, seeing him on the obstacle course and yelling his name, sending him face-first into the ground it startles him.) And, today, he wakes up before dawn for their early patrol to Eijun's face mashed into him, drool on his pillow.
He's pretty fine with this.
Extracting himself, Miyuki has learned, is easier when he shifts. Sometimes he wakes up in his animal form, Eijun hugging him like a teddy bear, but other days he has an attachment that's wormed his limbs around all of his. So he finds a way to work with it - this is how. He leaves his sleep mask behind, delicately moving so he doesn't stick his paws in any unfortunate places. But as he's getting on the other side of Eijun, he sticks his cold nose into Eijun's ear, snuffling at him. ]
Time to get up ~ [ And then he hops off the bed, shifting back mid-motion, so he doesn't get a flailing limb in his face. He needs to get dressed, anyways. ]
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he's going to have a partner.
and not just any partner, either. a partner he's close with already, someone who he has a working relationship with, someone who makes eijun a better cop just by merit of being his (nasty) self. who helps make his days pretty good too, from the bullpen to the bedroom, and the morning of first patrol is no different.
eijun doesn't even notice when miyuki shifts, considering he's out like a light (work tires him out, like turning off an energizer bunny), and it's literally only when there's something wet in his ear that he snaps awake.
jerking into a sitting up position, eijun slaps his hand over his ear. ] Wha-huh--Miyuki!!
[ probably too early to be yelling like that, but he picks up a pillow and chucks it at his retreating back. ] You suck!
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So lively this early in the morning! [ Ears perked and grin wide, he snickers and heads over to check out his brand new uniform. He's worn it all of once, for the ceremony. He's... nervous.
Which is why he stops before he actually takes it off the hanger, rubbing his thumb against one of the sleeve's cuffs.
Not only is he a magician, but he's a shifter. He's a predator. He's been Eijun's partner on his assignments more than once, unsanctioned and there to keep him from getting killed by the more aggressive predators that are out there, vicious not for his own sake but for Eijun's safety. Now he's about to wear a badge.
He earned it. He has to remember that. ] What do you want for breakfast?
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well, after that rude awakening, he's up now, and eijun swings his legs over to teh side of the bed and yawns, stretching out as far as he can and reaching down to touch his toes. his bones just feel tired, but there's that jittery energy of first day that still sings through his bones. eijun's been a cop on the force for a year now, but this is the first time he's ever had a partner.
(officially, anyway.)
he pushes to a standing position and scratches his stomach, looks at his own police uniform draped over miyuki's chair. ] Mmm...tamagoyaki! [ the best perk of miyuki kazuya the partner: miyuki kazuya the cook. yes please.
shuffling over, he goes to start getting dressed himself. surely, if eijun had a tail like miyuki, it'd be wagging. ] You could've let me sleep while you were cooking!
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And continues to. Miyuki glances over at him, his tail swishing behind his legs a little as he tries to sort out the blurry shapes of one Sawamura Eijun as he moves around. It's worth it. ] Tamagokyaki. Can do.
[ Quick and easy. He reaches to pull his shirt off over his head, dropping it on the floor and starting to get dressed after he stares down the uniform for a little longer. Something weighs heavy in his gut, but it's not dread. It's nerves. So he'll cook it away, put that feeling in his food, even something as simple as a rolled omelette. ]
Nope. Knowing you, we're going to need you up and at 'em now. Something's going to happen in the next hour.
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miyuki's not the only one with something rolling in his stomach, but for eijun, it's excitement. he has a partner.
they've come a long way together, miyuki's status as something different unimportant in the face of their partnership, the way they work together. it's why he spots miyuki changing and then says-- ] Oh, wait wait wait!
[ whirling around, eijun scurries over towards him, pausing in front of miyuki's buttoned shirt. he swipes the black box eijun gave him yesterday off the table, opens it, and then holds out the badge.
he gives him a bright, sunshine grin. ] It's gotta be special, it's a big day!!
[ and like that, he leans in to pin his badge to his chest, smiling to himself as he gets in close and helps solidify the fact that they're partners. ]
and now something completely different
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( bonus. )
eye emoji... for whenever u get around to it
apparently that's now
And then Kuramochi Eijun managed to weasel his way into his sleeping bag at naptime and it was all downhill from there.
And right into the ditch when he started to think Eijun was attractive. It would be less irritating if he wasn't so fucking stupid still, but, no, it doesn't work like that. And no threats of biting or kicking him work anymore, as he manages to barge into his life daily now, especially with them both attending Seidou, but -
It's nice, sometimes. Even if he acts like it isn't.
Case in point: tonight.
Koushuu perks when he feels his hand being taken, like an animal suddenly aware of something, and slowly looks down at where Eijun has essentially latched onto him. Just as slowly, if not, perhaps, more slowly, he lifts his flat gaze up to look at him. If unimpressed could be bottled up, he'd have the monopoly on it. ]
What. [ His voice goes just as flat as his stare. ] Are you doing.
Thirst
not that that ever stopped eijun. he's a bulldozer when he wants to be, and so he's continued on his lifelong mission of befriending (bothering the hell out of) takigawa koushuu. anyone who was related to chris, the coolest catcher ever, had to be a great guy!
and so, childish games had turned into playing baseball together, two separate middle schools but a new high school, the family legacy, and few things changed. koushuu still looked unimpressed with eijun most of the time, eijun didn't care. eijun still dragged him into stuff, koushuu went or outright stopped it, depending on his mood.
eijun still occasionally scoots over to get into his sleeping bag.
it's fine.
at the moment, he's sitting on koushuu's floor, staring up at the tv in front of them. he'd picked a horror movie because he's not scared of anything and never has been, and his dad told him a long time ago that he could hold someone's hand to, you know, help them if they were scared. which is where eijun is right now, definitely not scared, and definitely holding koushuu's hand. he blinks, when he's addressed, then says, in his most determined and definitely not scared of the movie voice ] Helping! I'm gonna keep you from being scared, obviously!
[ about two seconds later, there's a jumpscare in the movie, and eijun jumps. ]
stares at hands
(He has done crushes since he was like. Ten. It's awful.)
His eyes drop again, without his head moving, to look at where Eijun is holding onto him. Helping. The horror movie hadn't been his first choice, but he's never actually been scared during one that he can remember. Having the combination of dads that he does, it shouldn't come as any surprise that something like that doesn't really faze him. His temper is pretty terrifying, though, so there's the con to that pro.
And then Eijun jumps, and that's what makes him jump, and he stares at the TV with wide eyes before he sighs, heavily. ] I'm pretty sure you're the one that's scared, Eijun.
here we go again
blustering up immediately, eijun hunches his shoulders, his cheeks flushing under his freckles as he does what he does best: yells. ] I'm not afraid of anything!! It's just a movie! [ because he can still be loud even when he's embarrassed, a feat that truly sawamura eijun has mastered. ]
Besides, onii-san said we've gotta watch it so we can talk about it at Christmas. [ what kind of weird family ] Harucchi already watched it with Satoru, too!
it's fine
Your family is so weird. [ At least his dad is kind of cool, in the same way that his dad is, with that rough around the edges but sappy and soft on the inside thing going for them. But man, the Kominatos are weird, and that's spread to the rest of them. ]
Satoru probably slept through it, anyways. [ Because Koushuu's not afraid to throw shade where shade is deserved, and Miyuki Satoru will do anything to make his girlfriend happy but, also, sleeps through anything and literally anywhere. ]
koushuu voice
[ mostly because he's actually kind of engaged in this scary movie, the strange child. plus, onii-san usually makes sure it's dead quiet when they're watching a horror movie, and eijun is always good for onii-san. still, as the woman in the film slowly, quietly sneaks through the room containing the killer, eijun's grip tightens and he ends up tipping over a little bit, grabbing onto his arm with the other hand.
he curls up, instinctively, too, watching with his eyes wide open and totally engaged, totally ready to be scared.
(it sure looks like they're cuddling.) ]
[ REVS ]
It definitely looks like they're cuddling, and he's going to not think about it. He's just going to sit there and watch the movie and let him hold his hand.
After a little bit of watching the movie, he takes a wild guess at where it's going and wiggles his hand where Eijun has practically cemented himself against him. Instead of taking it away, though, he hesitates, then laces their fingers together.
The entire time, Koushuu remains resolutely staring at the TV, watching the killer creep after their victim. ]
pets
slowly, he tenses up more and more as the movie keeps going and going, and right as the killer leaps out, eijun shrieks and practically upends himself right into koushuu's lap, so startled by it that his hand might actually be the only thing tethering him to this planet for a brief second.
after a brief second, he loosens his grip. ] She's dead, she's dead, they totally killed her! They killed the main girl!!
revs softly
Stupid. This is so stupid, he wishes he could stop.
But right now, he's at least managed to focus on the movie, too, especially since he has to know when to brace himself for -
Well, that. Shrieking and jumping. He lets out an alarmed oomph as he gets him practically on top of him, trying not to fall over, his other hand shooting up to grab Eijun's shoulder. ]
... [ Movie. ] Maybe she wasn't actually the main girl and someone'll have to get revenge for her?
good boy ;>
at least not in that way. their positioning at the moment might suggest otherwise: eijun's almost barnacled onto koushuu's side, having thrown his other arm around his shoulders when he leapt forward. he uses that to give him a shake, reactive as ever. ] No way!!
[ well, maybe. the screen cuts to a pool of blood, then darkness again and the sound of breathing. maybe she's alive! ]
boofs
Even if he tells him off for a lot of things. Such as...
Without missing a beat, Koushuu bares his teeth a little and pretty much growls at him when he's shaken, because no matter how much he likes a person he's not about to approve of being rattled around. Even if he lets Eijun continue holding onto him. Whatever. ]
I'm never watching horror movies with you ever again. [ A lie. He would watch just about any movie with Eijun, even if he pretends he wouldn't. ] She's still breathing, anyways.
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Nu-uh. [ whether that's to the horror movie comment or that not breathing comment, who knows? either way. the movie's past its climax, now...mostly. the serial killer is alone, about to go pick up the body of the girl to move it--when she moves!
eijun yelps, and grabs onto koushuu's arm again. ] Aaah!!
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He tries not to think about the fact that Eijun is pretty much one second away from sitting in his lap completely. He just sits there, waiting, watching the movie.
Eijun does not disappoint, even if he startles him again, and immediately attaches to him again as the girl apparently fights back against her supposed killer. ] Told you.
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his hand tightens on koushuu's arm, and eijun ducks a little bit, dropping his cheek against his upper bicep, almost like he's hiding from what's about to happen. ] What if she dies?! What's going to happen to her little brother?! He'll be all alone!!!
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So he just tolerates being clung to (as if it's that much of a hardship, when his heart does a weird little jump in his chest in response to him hiding against his arm). Shifting a little, he offers him his hand, palm up, against the top of Eijun's thigh. ] She won't die. She has to live for him.
It may be the end of the month but I did it!
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[source]
& eijun
[ Koushuu turns his head to glower over his shoulder at Seto, everything about his face calling him a dirty goddamn traitor. This was not what he wanted, this was not what he wanted at all, and maybe he can get them to leave instead of - whatever. Dealing with this. It's just the three of them. ]
We don't have time for mistletoe if you want to show me numbers.
[ Please, let Eijun be easily distracted by his excitement about his stupid numbers. If he can perfect them, beyond what Miyuki has done, maybe that'll help get him out of second string and onto first string with Eijun. It'd certainly be something while Miyuki is playing for the national team. It's just - frustrating, all of this. He really doesn't have the time to deal with his crush. ]
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Tentatively, he looks down. Nobody's in the bed with him. He's got his shirt unbuttoned, his tie loose around his neck, and after gingerly lifting up the blankets- just his underwear.
He makes an attempt to climb out of bed, and quickly decides against it. Not now, not yet- maybe not ever. Still if he's in a bed and he doesn't recognize it, then it has to belong to somebody, right?]
... Hello?
[Little does he know he's in Victor's apartment.]
i love new au day!