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Niragi hadn’t exactly planned to peek at what Chishiya puts in the trunk, but he has to move when Chishiya heaves the bucket in and catches a glimpse anyway. He swallows. Tilts his head when Chishiya keeps talking as if they were six years old and Chishiya was inviting him to his super-secret tree house, except maybe he is. Or something similar. And suddenly his mouth is very dry.
“What do you mean, childhood photos?” he asks, still standing in front of the trunk like an idiot when Chishiya is already getting into the car. “You’re… what?”
He fiddles the car keys out of his pocket, gets in on the driver’s side, then stops with them halfway to the ignition.
“We’re going to your parents’?”
He looks at him, licks his lips, quite sure Chishiya kissed him a few seconds ago, but his stupid brain is still stuck on tree house and refuses to move forward properly.
“I need an address,” he continues, deadpan.
He pushes the key in, starts the engine, puts the car in reverse. Muscle memory works, at least.
“Like, directions.”
He’s still only looking at their surroundings as much as he absolutely has to.
Chishiya plans to use the kitchen inside the house once he showed him his hideout in the garden. If the other wants to do some exploring he won’t stop him. If he wants a tour he will give him one. He has nothing to hide.
The smaller male’s lips curve up into another half-smile as Niragi takes the offered hand. He intertwines their fingers and then starts to pull him towards the end of the garden.
“I napped there, read books, studied and just thought about things that bothered me. Even after moving out I came here to study. The neighbourhood is quieter than my student apartment.”
He made his way through the bushes and then the garden shed comes into view. It’s more a little house with one window. As they reach the door Chishiya bends down and gets the key under a big rock they placed there.
The blonde then unlocks the door and opens it. In the one room inside there is a bed that looks more like a nest than anything else. A desk with two chairs standing in front of the window. There is a shelf in which he keeps some books, mostly medical ones he needs to study. And on the table he has some notepads, markers and pens.
Other than there is only a small chest in which he keeps several things that are dear to him and a few more blankets. It looks cozy even though it’s not chaotic. But it’s different from the inside of his parent’s house.
He then steps aside and waits for Niragi to go on ahead. “There are some candles for when it gets dark. I’m not sure for how long the emergency generator will last if we use it to cook.”
Niragi hadn’t exactly planned to peek at what Chishiya puts in the trunk, but he has to move when Chishiya heaves the bucket in and catches a glimpse anyway. He swallows. Tilts his head when Chishiya keeps talking as if they were six years old and Chishiya was inviting him to his super-secret tree house, except maybe he is. Or something similar. And suddenly his mouth is very dry.
“What do you mean, childhood photos?” he asks, still standing in front of the trunk like an idiot when Chishiya is already getting into the car. “You’re… what?”
He fiddles the car keys out of his pocket, gets in on the driver’s side, then stops with them halfway to the ignition.
“We’re going to your parents’?”
He looks at him, licks his lips, quite sure Chishiya kissed him a few seconds ago, but his stupid brain is still stuck on tree house and refuses to move forward properly.
“I need an address,” he continues, deadpan.
He pushes the key in, starts the engine, puts the car in reverse. Muscle memory works, at least.
“Like, directions.”
He’s still only looking at their surroundings as much as he absolutely has to.
Chishiya sets the bucket down until Niragi left the car as well and got the second bucket and the pot out of the trunk. Once it’s slammed shut he lifts the bucket up.
“Nothing interesting about my parent’s furniture. It mostly shows it was expensive. Just follow me.”
The smaller male then leads the militant through a small gate inside the garden. The grass was high now and flowers were blooming in the middle of them.
The blonde makes his way to the back door and puts the bucket in front of it. From what he can observe it seems no one was inside since they landed in this world so it’s free to let their things stand there while he shows him the shed at the back of the garden he used to hide in.
He waits for the taller male to put the bucket and pot down while holding his hand out for him to take.
“It’s at the back of the garden behind the big bushes.”
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Niragi hadn’t exactly planned to peek at what Chishiya puts in the trunk, but he has to move when Chishiya heaves the bucket in and catches a glimpse anyway. He swallows. Tilts his head when Chishiya keeps talking as if they were six years old and Chishiya was inviting him to his super-secret tree house, except maybe he is. Or something similar. And suddenly his mouth is very dry.
“What do you mean, childhood photos?” he asks, still standing in front of the trunk like an idiot when Chishiya is already getting into the car. “You’re… what?”
He fiddles the car keys out of his pocket, gets in on the driver’s side, then stops with them halfway to the ignition.
“We’re going to your parents’?”
He looks at him, licks his lips, quite sure Chishiya kissed him a few seconds ago, but his stupid brain is still stuck on tree house and refuses to move forward properly.
“I need an address,” he continues, deadpan.
He pushes the key in, starts the engine, puts the car in reverse. Muscle memory works, at least.
“Like, directions.”
He’s still only looking at their surroundings as much as he absolutely has to.
After moving out of his parent’s house he had only ever come back to spend time in his safe space. So he has no idea what happened to his room after he left.
They didn’t need it in any way so it was either as it was while he still lived in it or maybe his father granted his mother an office of her own at home too. Two scenarios were equally possible.
Chishiya can feel himself getting slightly more nervous as they enter the street he knows so well and sees the familiar house.
As the car stops the smaller male turns his head to look at Niragi, allowing his lips to curl up into a half-smile. Then he leans in like he did before and kisses the militant’s cheek.
“I’m not fucking with you. This is where I grew up. I won’t keep you from looking through every room, I can’t promise though you will find anything that interesting. The place I care about isn’t in the house.”
He keeps eye contact as he talks. This isn’t something he would joke about. The taller male is the first person he brings here and he doesn’t plan to take anyone else.
The blonde pulls back and then gets out of the car and walks over to the trunk. He opens it and grabs one of the buckets before waiting for Niragi to join him.
Niragi hadn’t exactly planned to peek at what Chishiya puts in the trunk, but he has to move when Chishiya heaves the bucket in and catches a glimpse anyway. He swallows. Tilts his head when Chishiya keeps talking as if they were six years old and Chishiya was inviting him to his super-secret tree house, except maybe he is. Or something similar. And suddenly his mouth is very dry.
“What do you mean, childhood photos?” he asks, still standing in front of the trunk like an idiot when Chishiya is already getting into the car. “You’re… what?”
He fiddles the car keys out of his pocket, gets in on the driver’s side, then stops with them halfway to the ignition.
“We’re going to your parents’?”
He looks at him, licks his lips, quite sure Chishiya kissed him a few seconds ago, but his stupid brain is still stuck on tree house and refuses to move forward properly.
“I need an address,” he continues, deadpan.
He pushes the key in, starts the engine, puts the car in reverse. Muscle memory works, at least.
“Like, directions.”
He’s still only looking at their surroundings as much as he absolutely has to.
Chishiya never thought he would ever bring anyone to the house he grew up in, but now that made this decision he won't change it. But it's mostly about the place hidden at the back of the garden, knowing perfectly well that his parents aren't the kind of people to keep memories. He is well aware how he sounds, but he honestly has no idea how to say it any other way. This isn't something he planned to do, but something he decided he wants to do.
As the militant finally gets in the car with him he allows himself to glance up at him, the way he is acting letting him know he is catching on. But he knew he would, he wasn't talking in riddles after all.
Seeing Niragi's nervousness makes the smaller male feel a bit better about his own. Feeling nervous isn't something he is used to, but he knows he can handle it if it's because of the taller male.
"Yes, we will borrow their kitchen, because they have emergency generator. They aren't sentimental people so no need to expect to see much." He says, his voice as calm as it can possibly be before licking his lower lip for a moment. "But what I really want to show you is in the garden, a place where they never go."
Chishiya explains as he looks out of the window, the corners of his mouth curve up into a faint smile as Niragi talks about directions now. He looks over at the militant again before starting to give him directions.
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Niragi watches him come back, gaze flicking past him to the still-intact door.
“That’s what you call smashing it?”
He snorts, but shoves the box closer toward Chishiya anyway so he can inspect what he found.
“Fine. Look.”
White chocolate, some fancy Belgian import. Tea. Coffee. Shochu. Whatever looked expensive enough to belong in an office like that, plus every flavor of instant ramen he could find.
Not as much as Chishiya dragged in. Obviously.
“No cookies, unfortunately. But there’s something white and sweet. And something to make you feel right at home.”
He points at the junk food, grins for a moment.
“Congratulations, princess. You beat a man who stopped trying halfway through. Now don’t tell me you want all of that in the car.”
Chishiya watches as Niragi fills one of the buckets before letting him take the chocolate bar from him. As their fingers brush his lips curl up into a faint smile.
Then he follows the taller male with his eyes as he is carrying it outside. Once he is out of sight he fills the second bucket with everything they need for hotpot and also two packs of ramen in case he will fuck up.
He arrives at the car a few minutes after the militant and then gets the second bucket in the trunk of the car.
“Where we’ll go now… that place will stay between us, got it?” The smaller male says as he stands in front of Niragi after closing the trunk. “That place is not only important to me and I wouldn’t take just anyone. Also don’t get your hopes up to see any childhood pictures of me. My parents aren’t sentimental.”
It’s as far as Chishiya will go with his information about what place he has in mind. His childhood home is the only place he knows where they might actually be able to cook that isn’t the Beach. Plus, his hideout is still important to him.
And with that being said he gets on his tiptoes and pecks Niragi’s lips before getting into the passenger’s seat.
Niragi watches him come back, gaze flicking past him to the still-intact door.
“That’s what you call smashing it?”
He snorts, but shoves the box closer toward Chishiya anyway so he can inspect what he found.
“Fine. Look.”
White chocolate, some fancy Belgian import. Tea. Coffee. Shochu. Whatever looked expensive enough to belong in an office like that, plus every flavor of instant ramen he could find.
Not as much as Chishiya dragged in. Obviously.
“No cookies, unfortunately. But there’s something white and sweet. And something to make you feel right at home.”
He points at the junk food, grins for a moment.
“Congratulations, princess. You beat a man who stopped trying halfway through. Now don’t tell me you want all of that in the car.”
Chishiya narrows his eyes again at Niragi as he hears his question and he lifts his chin just a bit as if he wants to say smashing a door isn't his thing at all.
"Smashing it would take too long."
He says and then glares at the taller male as he snorts before busying himself with looking through the box the other brought.
The smaller male takes the white chocolate and opens it right away to eat two pieces of it, savoring the taste. He gives Niragi a smile, because he knows he got it for him.
"How considerate of you to get me my favorites." He says, his face as neutral as he can make it. There is no need to pretend he isn't usually going for junk food to keep himself fed.
"I will take the win even though you gave halfway up, because the place I want to go is the best to make food at anyway. And no we will just take those things with us we need for hotpot. Also some tea, alcohol and the white chocolate and one pack of cookies."
Chishiya won't tell him right away that he plans to take him back to the house he used to call home while growing up. He knows his parents have emergency generator that should allow them to cook. The night they can spend in his safe space.
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