memories || mikorin + suzuya
Mhm? What was…this vibe he was getting from the other one? He seemed agitated, and this was shown from how he was behaving at the moment. It was like something was bothering him greatly and now he couldn’t stop wonder what truly happened to him, before when Suzuya found him sitting on the sofa to make him sweat and call his name with that certain tone.
Few seconds passed and now the red-headed one walked towards Suzuya and started pinching his cheeks. Okay, it didn’t hurt but hey, it was still annoying to him, especially since he kept going on and on and on and on while making Suzuya make weird faces, now he really wanted to know what the hell was going on with him and what happened before to make him do that. "H-Hey! What are you even doing, Mikoshiba?!" yelled Suzuya during the process to his “husband”.
When Mikoshiba was finally done, he explained his reasoning for his action. ‘I just checked if you were real…or not’ now that was messed up, there was definitely something wrong with this kid. Probably embarrassed, the other walked to the kitchen counter and started looking at his donuts he bought. Suzuya expected him to take one by now but no, he kept staring at those like he was waiting for himself to say something. He usually doesn’t share any of his sweet stashes but maybe if he let his “husband” eat some of those, it would make them calmer and easier to approach. "…You can have some if you want. But only for today, ‘kay?" said Suzuya as he walked towards the other one. When he arrived he stayed pretty close to the other one and stared at him after grabbing a donut.
"Now, what was all that about? Checking if I was real? Nothing is wrong? You’re extremely awful at lying, you know."
☆*・゜゚・*His expression lit up when he received permission, though it wasn't as if Suzuya could see that; he still tried to avert the entirety of his vision away. He reached into the bag tentatively, still wary of the special privilege bestowed upon him, and grabbed the first warm pastry. Slowly, he pulled it out and nearly dropped it because a certain white haired guy had arrived within his personal space.
And he actually did drop the donut when his obviously disturbed behavior was called out. The warm glazed treat landed on the table, leaving around it little bits of sugar that had cracked off from impact. He took a few tiny steps away from Suzuya before letting out a small awkward chuckle.
"I-I swear it's nothing!" Of course it was something. "That was just a n-normal thing I do when p-people come home!" That wasn't something he did often. "I didn't see a disturbing day dream at all!" He did, in fact, see a disturbing day dream.
After his last refutation, he realized he dug himself into a hole, a very deep hole in which he couldn't escape unless he took the hand of a demon that was reaching down. A sigh escaped his lips before he finally began to speak the truth. "So, uh, all that before was a lie. I really did see a weird dream thing and it sort of involved you," he paused before continuing, "No, it really involved you. Like, if this were a sim, it would be the point where the heroine's back story is revealed.
"B-but this isn't a dating sim and this is real life, so none of the stuff could be real. R-right?"















