Notice me, Senpai!

Senpai was a pussy ass bitch anyway (rp/ask blog for Morinaga Tetsuhiro)

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

"Senpai! How are you feeling? Have you eaten yet?"

*groans* 

“Ahh. I’ve been better I suppose.”

“Y-Yeah, I warmed up a bit of what you left on the counter a little while ago.”

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga was chewing on something when his eyes blinked into owlishness, suddenly aware of himself. Noticing the tiny details in his Senpai’s actions and mannerisms and words was something he prided himself in, but when it came to himself and how he acted outwardly, he could be rather dense. He picked up that something was amiss when he heard Souichi give him an unsolicited update. 

Was he giving off a strange vibe? Maybe he said something strange? He tapped his chopsticks in his bentou box and his eyebrows pressed together. Maybe he made a strange face? He picked up the last bit of fish between his chopsticks and placed it into his mouth, disposing of the now empty box and washing his chopsticks in the sink. Man, was he bad at this. 

He exited back into the living room and retrieved his bag from the floor, holding to his chest and throwing himself on the couch next to Souichi. He pulled at the straps of the bag until they clicked and it opened and sifted through folders of paperwork, mumbling labels to himself and fishing one out. He turned to regard Souichi with a smile.

“I’ve got something to finish up myself, so let’s work hard together.” 

Spending time with Souichi was spending time, no matter the activity. At least in his book.

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

Souichi turned around for a moment to reply to Morinaga’s comment. 

“A-Ah.” He replied rather dazed. He really was trying to finish his report so that he could be able to speak to Morinaga about his day. Since speaking with him that while ago about his resolve, Souichi did try and make a bit of an effort of make himself more approachable–not in a sexual way of course–but in a way that Morinaga would tell him about things that seemed to bother him. However, he now noticed that his partner had work to do of his own. 

Therefore, would him finishing his report quickly be in vain? Surely, Morinaga would require some time to finish his own work. Then to add to it all, it was getting late. Soon, morning would come and they would have to go their separate ways again.

All of this ran through his mind as he opened up two tabs and compared the results to his reports. He used his finger to keep his pace and make sure everything match up. Silently mouthing words to check the sounding and grammar. 

Running his fingers through his bangs to push them back, he poked at the enter bar, making way for his conclusion paragraph that he was attempting to finish up. He made sure he included the usual formalities and requirements. Then swiftly typing he wrote the last few lines, one to slightly summarize and another to bring forth a sort of spring-board idea for the reader to think about.

Click. Save. Finished. 

Souichi sighed and leaned against the couch. 

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga’s eyes scanned through a multitude of papers, fingers walking across the top edges of different packets until he pinched one, sliding it from the stack and pulling it out to eyeball. He pressed the folder closed and set it on his lap, looking over the first couple of sentences of lab work when Souichi caught his attention again. 

When he looked over Souichi had already sat back against the couch, looking more or less content from what Morinaga could tell. His glasses were low on his nose and his hair carpeted over most of his shoulders, going down his chest now that he was sitting back against the couch cushion. 

Morinaga sighed through his nose, an involuntary smile thinning his lips and rounding his warming cheeks, wrinkling the corners of his eyes. A warmth spread through his chest and extended outwards, tingling down to his fingertips and low in his stomach, climbing up his throat and down to his toes. Souichi was beautiful, as always. 

He leaned over, placing a quick kiss onto his Souichi’s cheek. “Have you finished your work?” He cooed gently, letting the papers in his hand take the backseat in favor of resting his head on Souichi’s shoulder. The warmth was welcome, and Morinaga took the opportunity and angle to appreciate more of Souichi’s features; primarily his strong jawline and long, stunning hair.  

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

He nodded slightly in response to the other’s question. The quick kiss took him by surprise, oddly enough, and his body jerked up lightly as he raised his guard. Putting a hand over his cheek he turned to see that Morinaga was smiling ever so softly. And with that Souichi’s face became tinted red.

Stretching out his arm, he managed to close his laptop, then nestled himself back against the couch unconsciously so that Morinaga wouldn’t have to lean too far. His actions were unusually considerate.

Now he was finally ready to speak to Morinaga without any interruptions.

“We didn’t really go into detail about your day–did you want to talk about it?” He asked turning towards the other and putting his arms of the couch to make brief eye contact.

Souichi then caught notice of the stack of papers and folders Morinaga had beside him and immediately changed his focus. Remembering that Morinaga did have a job of his own now and his work wasn’t done conveniently when his was.

“Ah, sorry–I forgot you had your own things to work on. We can talk some other time.” Souichi went to get up from the floor, gently nudging Morinaga off his shoulder.

He felt awful in a sense. He couldn’t give Morinaga the attention he wanted to out of courtesy and now it would be lost.

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga watched the gradual flush dust Souichi’s face and it widened his smile, a light chuckle leaving him high enough to sound more like a giggle. He would think that after all this time Souichi would be used to small displays of affection, but then again, Morinaga wasn’t surprised. Maybe he even preferred it this way. 

Morinaga lifted his head slightly so that Souichi could close his laptop without the dead weight holding him back, but the motion was too gentle for Souichi not to have been trying to be considerate. Now it was his turn to be caught off guard. 

He opened his mouth to speak but Souichi shifted gears too quickly, gently pushing Morinaga’s head away and seemingly moving to stand. Morinaga’s hand was quick to catch Souichi’s forearm before he could stand, fighting the urge to go a step further and lock their fingers together .

“It’s fine,” He said, voice blithe as ever. “I was only busying myself until you were finished.” He offered Souichi a smile.

[ask-tetsuhiro]

((aaaah so sorry for the inactivity !!! school has started and i can barely get a moment @m@;;)) 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

"Senpai! How are you feeling? Have you eaten yet?"

*groans* 

“Ahh. I’ve been better I suppose.”

“Y-Yeah, I warmed up a bit of what you left on the counter a little while ago.”

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga was chewing on something when his eyes blinked into owlishness, suddenly aware of himself. Noticing the tiny details in his Senpai’s actions and mannerisms and words was something he prided himself in, but when it came to himself and how he acted outwardly, he could be rather dense. He picked up that something was amiss when he heard Souichi give him an unsolicited update. 

Was he giving off a strange vibe? Maybe he said something strange? He tapped his chopsticks in his bentou box and his eyebrows pressed together. Maybe he made a strange face? He picked up the last bit of fish between his chopsticks and placed it into his mouth, disposing of the now empty box and washing his chopsticks in the sink. Man, was he bad at this. 

He exited back into the living room and retrieved his bag from the floor, holding to his chest and throwing himself on the couch next to Souichi. He pulled at the straps of the bag until they clicked and it opened and sifted through folders of paperwork, mumbling labels to himself and fishing one out. He turned to regard Souichi with a smile.

“I’ve got something to finish up myself, so let’s work hard together.” 

Spending time with Souichi was spending time, no matter the activity. At least in his book.

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

Souichi turned around for a moment to reply to Morinaga’s comment. 

“A-Ah.” He replied rather dazed. He really was trying to finish his report so that he could be able to speak to Morinaga about his day. Since speaking with him that while ago about his resolve, Souichi did try and make a bit of an effort of make himself more approachable–not in a sexual way of course–but in a way that Morinaga would tell him about things that seemed to bother him. However, he now noticed that his partner had work to do of his own. 

Therefore, would him finishing his report quickly be in vain? Surely, Morinaga would require some time to finish his own work. Then to add to it all, it was getting late. Soon, morning would come and they would have to go their separate ways again.

All of this ran through his mind as he opened up two tabs and compared the results to his reports. He used his finger to keep his pace and make sure everything match up. Silently mouthing words to check the sounding and grammar. 

Running his fingers through his bangs to push them back, he poked at the enter bar, making way for his conclusion paragraph that he was attempting to finish up. He made sure he included the usual formalities and requirements. Then swiftly typing he wrote the last few lines, one to slightly summarize and another to bring forth a sort of spring-board idea for the reader to think about.

Click. Save. Finished. 

Souichi sighed and leaned against the couch. 

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga’s eyes scanned through a multitude of papers, fingers walking across the top edges of different packets until he pinched one, sliding it from the stack and pulling it out to eyeball. He pressed the folder closed and set it on his lap, looking over the first couple of sentences of lab work when Souichi caught his attention again. 

When he looked over Souichi had already sat back against the couch, looking more or less content from what Morinaga could tell. His glasses were low on his nose and his hair carpeted over most of his shoulders, going down his chest now that he was sitting back against the couch cushion. 

Morinaga sighed through his nose, an involuntary smile thinning his lips and rounding his warming cheeks, wrinkling the corners of his eyes. A warmth spread through his chest and extended outwards, tingling down to his fingertips and low in his stomach, climbing up his throat and down to his toes. Souichi was beautiful, as always. 

He leaned over, placing a quick kiss onto his Souichi’s cheek. “Have you finished your work?” He cooed gently, letting the papers in his hand take the backseat in favor of resting his head on Souichi’s shoulder. The warmth was welcome, and Morinaga took the opportunity and angle to appreciate more of Souichi’s features; primarily his strong jawline and long, stunning hair.  

[ask-tetsuhiro]

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[ask-tetsuhiro]

Do you want kids? :>

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

What's the thing you love the most about morinaga?

“The fact that he leaves for work every day–”

[ask-tetsuhiro]

[adrianaloleng]

I also did one for Souichi and Morinaga.

[ask-tetsuhiro]

you should ask him what is the current situation of your relationship

“I’m too nervous, you ask him.” 

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga, if marriage became legal where you are; would you ask Senpai to marry you? :3

“That goes without saying!”

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Have you ever hit your brother or he you?

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

"Senpai! How are you feeling? Have you eaten yet?"

*groans* 

“Ahh. I’ve been better I suppose.”

“Y-Yeah, I warmed up a bit of what you left on the counter a little while ago.”

[ask-tetsuhiro]

At first Morinaga’s eyes were trained on the screen of Souichi’s computer, looking to help spot something had it been overlooked. However, as usual, his eyes wandered.

He watched as Souichi’s nimble fingers carded through his hair, setting the locks on the shoulder Morinaga was closest to and curtaining his view of his sharp profile. The subtle smell of hair product wafted towards him and he inhaled dreamily, fingers twitching with desire to run his hands through it and play with it while Souichi worked. He knew better, of course. Somewhat. 

It was before he recognized his own movement that a hand was pulling Souichi’s hair away from his face, twisting his fingers softly through it and carding digits towards himself as if to put Souichi’s hair into a ponytail. 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

His attention stated strictly on his search until he felt a slight draft around his head. It seemed odd, he had an ample amount of hair and it always seemed to frame around his face, keeping it quite comfortable. Bringing one hand up to again run it through his hair he found that it was moved. His fingers wandered farther and farther back until they touched warmth. Turning around quickly he found that it was of course Morinaga, who seemed to have a fascination with his hair.

“H-Hey–” He jumped. His hair falling from Morinaga fingers and back on his shoulders. “You’re distracting.”

[ask-tetsuhiro]

When foreign fingers touched his own his hands jumped, releasing the hair back to fall back down into Souichi’s shoulders unceremoniously. Morinaga’s eyes locked with the other’s when he spun around, quick as usual to dismiss any physical affection as per usual. 

Morinaga mumbled an apology and his hands stilled against the top of the couch for only a moment before sliding his fingers along Souichi’s face to pull his hair back and curl it around his ear. He leaned in to peck his lips against Souichi’s cheek and then stood upright, satisfied. “I’ll be in the kitchen.” 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

Souichi looked back after being kissed lightly. His face became slightly heated. But his flustered emotion stopped when he witnessed the other’s expression. He didn’t know how to describe it, it looked like disappointment, but Souichi had a terrible time reading people’s emotions correctly. Looking back at it–there was nothing sexual about it or forceful. Perhaps his voice came out a bit harsh? He wasn’t sure.

“A-Ah. You should probably eat something if you haven’t had anything yet.” He reminded him–it wasn’t exactly an apology but he felt he needed to say something to break the uneasy tension he had created.

Damn, just turn up already. This is stupid…

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga gave Souichi a warm smile and his hands slid away, wandering into the kitchen and shifting his focus back to sifting through bentou boxes. His mouth twisted as he popped cover to cover, seemingly satisfied with one and sliding it into the microwave. He leaned against the counter and sighed.

Waiting was slowly not becoming his strong suit. He could still wait, sure, but not if the prize sat tantalizingly in front of him and he had permission to indulge. The last thing he wanted was to divert Souichi’s attention from his schoolwork, but he inwardly wished he could be a bit more selfish at times. Not that he’d ever say so.

He scratched the back of his neck, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes and wondering idly if he outwardly looked disappointed. It cant be helped, he thought quietly to himself as the microwave beeped. Work is work.

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

Souichi listened closely to the noises in the kitchen as he searched for the file. The look on Morinaga’s face considered him, stomach knotting he exhaled loudly. He didn’t know what to do. The report was due and he couldn’t do anything until his mind was clear of anything dealing with school. However, Morinaga seemed to be in visible distress, most likely disappointment from him wavering off his affection.

Scanning over his folders once again in what seemed like a hopeless attempt he spotted a folder labeled random letters. Almost as if someone rolled their fingers across the keyboard in a hurry. His eye widened as he instantly remembered labeling the file some time ago. Double clicking to make sure, the folder opened and there in front of him were several files listed under the title “results”. Souichi rubbed his forehead in annoyance–how could he have possibly forgotten? All this time he was searching for folders under “lab” or “results”. It was some time since he saved it he supposed.

“There it is–stupid thing.” He whispered. Opening it and double checking his work. He would never admit it, but he was slightly rushing to get it finished for a different purpose this time.

“It shouldn’t be long now–” He said aloud, hoping the other had heard him.

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga was chewing on something when his eyes blinked into owlishness, suddenly aware of himself. Noticing the tiny details in his Senpai’s actions and mannerisms and words was something he prided himself in, but when it came to himself and how he acted outwardly, he could be rather dense. He picked up that something was amiss when he heard Souichi give him an unsolicited update. 

Was he giving off a strange vibe? Maybe he said something strange? He tapped his chopsticks in his bentou box and his eyebrows pressed together. Maybe he made a strange face? He picked up the last bit of fish between his chopsticks and placed it into his mouth, disposing of the now empty box and washing his chopsticks in the sink. Man, was he bad at this. 

He exited back into the living room and retrieved his bag from the floor, holding to his chest and throwing himself on the couch next to Souichi. He pulled at the straps of the bag until they clicked and it opened and sifted through folders of paperwork, mumbling labels to himself and fishing one out. He turned to regard Souichi with a smile.

“I’ve got something to finish up myself, so let’s work hard together.” 

Spending time with Souichi was spending time, no matter the activity. At least in his book.

[ask-tetsuhiro]

((sorry abt the lack of activity the past couple days; ive been feeling really really sic k))

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

"Senpai! How are you feeling? Have you eaten yet?"

*groans* 

“Ahh. I’ve been better I suppose.”

“Y-Yeah, I warmed up a bit of what you left on the counter a little while ago.”

[ask-tetsuhiro]

At first Morinaga’s eyes were trained on the screen of Souichi’s computer, looking to help spot something had it been overlooked. However, as usual, his eyes wandered.

He watched as Souichi’s nimble fingers carded through his hair, setting the locks on the shoulder Morinaga was closest to and curtaining his view of his sharp profile. The subtle smell of hair product wafted towards him and he inhaled dreamily, fingers twitching with desire to run his hands through it and play with it while Souichi worked. He knew better, of course. Somewhat. 

It was before he recognized his own movement that a hand was pulling Souichi’s hair away from his face, twisting his fingers softly through it and carding digits towards himself as if to put Souichi’s hair into a ponytail. 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

His attention stated strictly on his search until he felt a slight draft around his head. It seemed odd, he had an ample amount of hair and it always seemed to frame around his face, keeping it quite comfortable. Bringing one hand up to again run it through his hair he found that it was moved. His fingers wandered farther and farther back until they touched warmth. Turning around quickly he found that it was of course Morinaga, who seemed to have a fascination with his hair.

“H-Hey–” He jumped. His hair falling from Morinaga fingers and back on his shoulders. “You’re distracting.”

[ask-tetsuhiro]

When foreign fingers touched his own his hands jumped, releasing the hair back to fall back down into Souichi’s shoulders unceremoniously. Morinaga’s eyes locked with the other’s when he spun around, quick as usual to dismiss any physical affection as per usual. 

Morinaga mumbled an apology and his hands stilled against the top of the couch for only a moment before sliding his fingers along Souichi’s face to pull his hair back and curl it around his ear. He leaned in to peck his lips against Souichi’s cheek and then stood upright, satisfied. “I’ll be in the kitchen.” 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

Souichi looked back after being kissed lightly. His face became slightly heated. But his flustered emotion stopped when he witnessed the other’s expression. He didn’t know how to describe it, it looked like disappointment, but Souichi had a terrible time reading people’s emotions correctly. Looking back at it–there was nothing sexual about it or forceful. Perhaps his voice came out a bit harsh? He wasn’t sure.

“A-Ah. You should probably eat something if you haven’t had anything yet.” He reminded him–it wasn’t exactly an apology but he felt he needed to say something to break the uneasy tension he had created.

Damn, just turn up already. This is stupid…

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga gave Souichi a warm smile and his hands slid away, wandering into the kitchen and shifting his focus back to sifting through bentou boxes. His mouth twisted as he popped cover to cover, seemingly satisfied with one and sliding it into the microwave. He leaned against the counter and sighed.

Waiting was slowly not becoming his strong suit. He could still wait, sure, but not if the prize sat tantalizingly in front of him and he had permission to indulge. The last thing he wanted was to divert Souichi’s attention from his schoolwork, but he inwardly wished he could be a bit more selfish at times. Not that he’d ever say so.

He scratched the back of his neck, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes and wondering idly if he outwardly looked disappointed. It cant be helped, he thought quietly to himself as the microwave beeped. Work is work.

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

"Senpai! How are you feeling? Have you eaten yet?"

*groans* 

“Ahh. I’ve been better I suppose.”

“Y-Yeah, I warmed up a bit of what you left on the counter a little while ago.”

[ask-tetsuhiro]

At first Morinaga’s eyes were trained on the screen of Souichi’s computer, looking to help spot something had it been overlooked. However, as usual, his eyes wandered.

He watched as Souichi’s nimble fingers carded through his hair, setting the locks on the shoulder Morinaga was closest to and curtaining his view of his sharp profile. The subtle smell of hair product wafted towards him and he inhaled dreamily, fingers twitching with desire to run his hands through it and play with it while Souichi worked. He knew better, of course. Somewhat. 

It was before he recognized his own movement that a hand was pulling Souichi’s hair away from his face, twisting his fingers softly through it and carding digits towards himself as if to put Souichi’s hair into a ponytail. 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

His attention stated strictly on his search until he felt a slight draft around his head. It seemed odd, he had an ample amount of hair and it always seemed to frame around his face, keeping it quite comfortable. Bringing one hand up to again run it through his hair he found that it was moved. His fingers wandered farther and farther back until they touched warmth. Turning around quickly he found that it was of course Morinaga, who seemed to have a fascination with his hair.

“H-Hey–” He jumped. His hair falling from Morinaga fingers and back on his shoulders. “You’re distracting.”

[ask-tetsuhiro]

When foreign fingers touched his own his hands jumped, releasing the hair back to fall back down into Souichi’s shoulders unceremoniously. Morinaga’s eyes locked with the other’s when he spun around, quick as usual to dismiss any physical affection as per usual. 

Morinaga mumbled an apology and his hands stilled against the top of the couch for only a moment before sliding his fingers along Souichi’s face to pull his hair back and curl it around his ear. He leaned in to peck his lips against Souichi’s cheek and then stood upright, satisfied. “I’ll be in the kitchen.” 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

"Senpai! How are you feeling? Have you eaten yet?"

*groans* 

“Ahh. I’ve been better I suppose.”

“Y-Yeah, I warmed up a bit of what you left on the counter a little while ago.”

[ask-tetsuhiro]

He beamed, setting his bag somewhere aside and pulling his tie loose with a forefinger. “That’s good!” His suit jacket slipped from his shoulders and he folded it over one of his forearms. “Are you working?” 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

His eyes drifted back to the screen of his laptop. “Yes, I’m just trying to finish a report for this week’s experiments, it shouldn’t be much longer.” He stretched his neck slightly to work out the kinks from the long hours of sitting and then went back to typing. Squinting often to read the material on screen, he read his typed words aloud in a sort of whisper to clarify it grammatically. 

Pausing for a moment he blinked and rubbed his eyes which seemed to be getting blurry. “Anything new happen today on your end?” He asked, still heavily immersed in his work.

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga nodded his head, twisting his tie from around his neck and exhaling softly. Undressing in the evening always made him feel more at home and it helped when days at work were substantially stressful. He disappeared into his room and came back out with a tee pulled half over his head, head popping through the collar and tufts of hair bouncing to adjust.

His voice left his throat smooth and high-spirited, as usual. “Hm? Oh–no, nothing.” He wandered into the kitchen, stretching his arms well over his head and fingertips threatening to brush the ceiling. He pulled the fridge open nd hummed quietly to himself. 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

“Mmm…I see.” He said, his voice half trailing off as his attention drifted back to his work. It wasn’t intentional for him to wave off Morinaga’s thoughts or comments–but for that moment he needed to focus. Making a small mental note, he vowed to get back to him about his day, but for now this report needed attention. It needed to be finished if he wanted to have peace of mind.

He sighed loudly, shaking his head. 

“Where are the results to that part–ah–damn.” Beginning to click around his laptop he became increasingly frustrated. He couldn’t remember where he had saved the results, despite usually being organized.

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga peeked out of the kitchen, food having been forgotten. It was unusual for him not to question further like he usually did–not that Morinaga was offended. 

He stepped back out into the living room and leaned himself over the back of the couch, close enough for him to smell Souichi’s shampoo without sticking his nose in it. “Do you need help?” 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

It took him a moment to register the other’s voice with his mind so distracted.

“A-Ahh–no. It’s fine. I just forgot where I put the results to that experiment I did earlier in the week” His eyes darted back and forth, scanning numerous files. ”I wanted to double check my report.” Souichi scratched his head lightly then ran his fingers through his hair, pulling it over his shoulder unconsciously. 

“It would be careless of me to submit this without making sure everything matched up.” 

[ask-tetsuhiro]

At first Morinaga’s eyes were trained on the screen of Souichi’s computer, looking to help spot something had it been overlooked. However, as usual, his eyes wandered.

He watched as Souichi’s nimble fingers carded through his hair, setting the locks on the shoulder Morinaga was closest to and curtaining his view of his sharp profile. The subtle smell of hair product wafted towards him and he inhaled dreamily, fingers twitching with desire to run his hands through it and play with it while Souichi worked. He knew better, of course. Somewhat. 

It was before he recognized his own movement that a hand was pulling Souichi’s hair away from his face, twisting his fingers softly through it and carding digits towards himself as if to put Souichi’s hair into a ponytail. 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

"Senpai! How are you feeling? Have you eaten yet?"

*groans* 

“Ahh. I’ve been better I suppose.”

“Y-Yeah, I warmed up a bit of what you left on the counter a little while ago.”

[ask-tetsuhiro]

He beamed, setting his bag somewhere aside and pulling his tie loose with a forefinger. “That’s good!” His suit jacket slipped from his shoulders and he folded it over one of his forearms. “Are you working?” 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

His eyes drifted back to the screen of his laptop. “Yes, I’m just trying to finish a report for this week’s experiments, it shouldn’t be much longer.” He stretched his neck slightly to work out the kinks from the long hours of sitting and then went back to typing. Squinting often to read the material on screen, he read his typed words aloud in a sort of whisper to clarify it grammatically. 

Pausing for a moment he blinked and rubbed his eyes which seemed to be getting blurry. “Anything new happen today on your end?” He asked, still heavily immersed in his work.

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga nodded his head, twisting his tie from around his neck and exhaling softly. Undressing in the evening always made him feel more at home and it helped when days at work were substantially stressful. He disappeared into his room and came back out with a tee pulled half over his head, head popping through the collar and tufts of hair bouncing to adjust.

His voice left his throat smooth and high-spirited, as usual. “Hm? Oh–no, nothing.” He wandered into the kitchen, stretching his arms well over his head and fingertips threatening to brush the ceiling. He pulled the fridge open nd hummed quietly to himself. 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

“Mmm…I see.” He said, his voice half trailing off as his attention drifted back to his work. It wasn’t intentional for him to wave off Morinaga’s thoughts or comments–but for that moment he needed to focus. Making a small mental note, he vowed to get back to him about his day, but for now this report needed attention. It needed to be finished if he wanted to have peace of mind.

He sighed loudly, shaking his head. 

“Where are the results to that part–ah–damn.” Beginning to click around his laptop he became increasingly frustrated. He couldn’t remember where he had saved the results, despite usually being organized.

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga peeked out of the kitchen, food having been forgotten. It was unusual for him not to question further like he usually did--not that Morinaga was offended. 

He stepped back out into the living room and leaned himself over the back of the couch, close enough for him to smell Souichi’s shampoo without sticking his nose in it. “Do you need help?” 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

"Senpai! How are you feeling? Have you eaten yet?"

*groans* 

“Ahh. I’ve been better I suppose.”

“Y-Yeah, I warmed up a bit of what you left on the counter a little while ago.”

[ask-tetsuhiro]

He beamed, setting his bag somewhere aside and pulling his tie loose with a forefinger. “That’s good!” His suit jacket slipped from his shoulders and he folded it over one of his forearms. “Are you working?” 

[senpai-souichi-tatsumi]

His eyes drifted back to the screen of his laptop. “Yes, I’m just trying to finish a report for this week’s experiments, it shouldn’t be much longer.” He stretched his neck slightly to work out the kinks from the long hours of sitting and then went back to typing. Squinting often to read the material on screen, he read his typed words aloud in a sort of whisper to clarify it grammatically. 

Pausing for a moment he blinked and rubbed his eyes which seemed to be getting blurry. “Anything new happen today on your end?” He asked, still heavily immersed in his work.

[ask-tetsuhiro]

Morinaga nodded his head, twisting his tie from around his neck and exhaling softly. Undressing in the evening always made him feel more at home and it helped when days at work were substantially stressful. He disappeared into his room and came back out with a tee pulled half over his head, head popping through the collar and tufts of hair bouncing to adjust.

His voice left his throat smooth and high-spirited, as usual. “Hm? Oh--no, nothing.” He wandered into the kitchen, stretching his arms well over his head and fingertips threatening to brush the ceiling. He pulled the fridge open nd hummed quietly to himself.