Ryuga Banjou

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[tensairider]

Sakura Matsuri

[ebihead]

Sento also leant back against the the tree and relaxed obviously. He was finally able to breath and let his thoughts just slip away. When the other closed his eyes he turned around his head slightly to take a close and intense look at him. This calm and sweet expression on his face suited him well and made Sento’s heart skip a beat every now and then. He was well aware that his partner in crime looked pretty good but he never looked at him like this before. His features were quite delicate when he wasn’t making a stern grimace and he just looked… perfect to him. The genius wasn’t able to pinpoint, what exactly attracted him like that but he was totally in for that face.

With everyone else Sento would have become uncomfortable in the moment Banjou opened his eyes and met his gaze but with him his expression softened even more and well.. he felt very gay right now. But his words surprised him a lot and he backed off, looking down at himself and laughed afterwards. “So much criminal energy from you, Kinnikubaka.” he laughed and readjusted his yukata again to hide more of his chest that was exposed a bit too much. “I would immediately consent but they would keep our original clothes and that would suck a lot…” With a chuckle he rested his head back against the trunk but kept his eyes locked on Banjou. “Or are you planning on getting back our clothes unnoticed somehow?”

Furrowing his brows he looked at him sternly for a couple of seconds, before a wide grin formed on his lips. He leant forward a bit, coming ever closer to him. “Right. Where else would you get two differently colored shoes without paying for two pairs?” He nudged him with his elbow, maybe a bit  stronger than necessary, having trouble to keep his strength under control once more. Laughing lightly about his own joke, he sank back again and once more brought a bit of distance between them. He couldn’t help but stare a bit at his friend wearing these clothes, because perhaps he would never get the chance to see him dressed like that again. The moment had to be enjoyed to the fullest. His black, silken hair smoothly embraced his face, the fabrics of his beautiful Yukata were a bit unarranged and showed more delicate skin than necessary. God, why was he so gay today? “I don’t have criminal energy.”, he finally defended himself while standing up, reaching one hand down to Sento to offer him help for standing up. “I just think this stuff suits us and we don’t have any money to waste.” His explanation sounded awfully careless, and so it was. “We can just go back to the booth where they have our clothes stored and sneak out through the back door.” Of course he wasn’t being serious, but just plotting crimes like this with Sento gave him more joy than he would have ever thought it would.

[ebihead]

Ewww, get away from me, for real dude, I have to craft some stuff!!

Sento to me, after I finally pulled together all of my courage to get down on him. @tensairider

[tensairider]

Sakura Matsuri

[ebihead]

“Fat?” Sento just laughed it off. “You’re making way too many unneccary movements and too much trianing to become fat.” he just replied with a clearly amused voice. He tottered away a few steps when Banjou’s albow hit him but he was still laughing. Though this little nudge sent him off to another stall that he hadn’t really recognized the first time they strolled around the festival. It offered some kind of handmade jewlery and the gay vibes that the other sent off all day had had an impact on him obviously - especially since he owed him ine for the omamori. So Sento came a few steps closer and looked over the shoulders of other visutors to get a closer climpse on the goods. There was that bracelet that caught his eye and in the heat of the moment he decided to get him that thing tomorrow. Not today, that would be too much but he would definitely come by tomorrow again.

Quickly he turned around again before Banjou would catch up and start asking nerve wrecking questions about what and why and whatnot. “So Ebi it is then?” His gaze became mischievous once again. “One day you’ll turn into a full ebi if you continue….” he laughed and together they continued their way to the food stalls until he got him his fried ebi and left the other happily munchin his snack while they found a nice place to sit down righ tnext to the festival. Not too much away from all the trouble but not too close so they could easily talk.

“Guess this is what people call a perfect night~”

Indeed he didn’t quite realize that Sento was so focused on the jewelry shop because when he had caught up, his friend was already turnt away again. “Maybe I am a full ebi already and what you’re seeing when you look at me is just your fantasy.”, he shrugged when he sat down next to him, happily chewing on his fried ebi, not quite realizing the sheer amount of gayness in his words.

After he was done with his food, he leant back against the tree under which they were sitting - a sakura tree on top of it, and the soft breeze made tiny petals sail down onto them. He stared up towards the branches and the starlit sky, an expression of peace covering his face. “Guess you’re right.”, he finally replied to the words about a perfect night. “It almost feels like we’re not at war and not risking our life on a daily basis.” His voice was unusually soft  and calm. Slowly he closed his eyes, parted his lips slightly and breathed in the fresh and cold spring air. When he turnt his head again after a while to look at his friend, he couldn’t help but pay attention to the yukata he was wearing once more. And God, what a sight for sore eyes that was.

“Should we keep these clothes? We paid the big rental fee after all. Should be about the same price as if we had bought them new.”

[tensairider]

Sakura Matsuri

[ebihead]

In his opinion they could instantly drop this topic and Sento wasn’t able to understand why his idiotiv friend got worked up like this now. “Seems like you got it wrong, Banjou… again.” he just sighed when the other slipped away to buy one of those lucky charms and popped up again in front of him a moment later. His cheeks heated up slightly and he looked away for a few seconds. “Really, what are you even thinking… you giant idiot?” But nevertheless he took it and eyed it closely. Without even realizing it a small smile appeared on his lips that were pressed into a thin line just a few seconds earlier.

“Actually you would need that more than me. You’re running recklessly into any kind of danger for no reason, not me. I at least always got a plan.” and with this he hit the back of Banjou’s head and turned away - but mostly to ease the tension between them and to offer a way out of this strangely intimate situation. His hands slipped into the sleeve of his yukata and stored the omamori there so it wouldn’t get lost. “So, you stillw ant more food?”

Contradicting popular opinions, Ryuga was no complete idiot after all. He noticed the faint, thin smile his friend was trying so eagerly to hide before the situation resolved, and accompanied by a strange tingling sensation in his chest it made him happy in a very weird way. Nevertheless, he gladly decided to follow along and drop the topic for good as soon as food was mentioned. 

“You want me to become a fat idiot, huh?”, he playfully complained and gently thrust his elbow into Sento’s ribcage. While he wasn’t one to laugh and smile easily in the open, he still did on the inside. “But if you buy some more stuff because you need to fill some void with food, I wouldn’t mind to help you eat it.”, he continued and crossed his arms behind his head. There was a safe distance between the two of them again, no intimate proximity anymore, and he was quite relieved so have room to breathe and think, at least for a bit. While he still had plans to visit Kasumi on his way back home, he certainly had other things on his mind to talk about with her right now. But that was a topic for later that evening.

[tensairider]

Sakura Matsuri

[ebihead]

With a critical expression he eyed Ryuga while he failed to react to him for a very log time and at the same time he was quite well able to figure out what was going on in that nutshell of a brain in front of him. The things Ryuga then said just confirmed his assumptions and as a response he just rolled with his eyes. He made a step towards him and let his fingers snap against his forehead. “Don’t jump to conclusions and first and foremost: Don’t get cocky, you little brat.” But to be honest this closeness they shared also made him a little bit restless and the way Ryuuga kept his hands busy at his collar made him feel uncomfortable in a very confusing way. But he stood still and just looked up to him, stretching the silence and creating a real hell for the other out of this moment.

“Actually I just hoped to stay here a little bit longer. Get some snacks and just stare at the sky while chatting the night away. God knows if we ever get the chance to spend a night like this once again….” But this time he broke their eye contact. He knew exactly how that must hav sounded in Banjou’s ears and he knew he would have to eat a lot of shit for it but well. Then he gently grabbed his hands that still rested on his collar and pulled him along the street once more, right to one of those snack stands.

“So… you’re in?”

Sento was damn right about how that sounded in his head. Was he just about to commit another suicidal act for sake of humanity? He had punched him out of ideas like that more than once before, and he surely wouldn’t mind doing it again.  The grip on the collar tightened and a slightly lighter color surfaced on the skin covering his knuckles. With twitching corners of his mouth he pulled him closer, a more than angered look in his eyes, and just growled at him: “If you do anything stupid and die on me, I’ll punch the living shit out of you.” Not even the gentle touch on his hands could really calm him down at that moment, and so he just pulled him even closer for a moment, pressing his own forehead against Sento’s. “You got that, idiot?” For the last question, his voice dropped to dangerously quiet volumes before he finally released him from his tight grip again.

“Of course I’m in. My stomach is screaming for more skewered ebis.” He tried his best to sound chill and calm, however his voice was still rougher than usual. This time it was Ryuga who entangled their fingers tightly, as if he wanted to make sure his idiotic friend wouldn’t slip away and straight into his grave.  Nevertheless, he at first pulled him towards a booth were earlier mentioned charms were sold. Without paying further attention to his friend - mostly because he couldn’t stand looking him in the eyes right now - he pulled out some of the few dollarks he had on him and without second thinking purchased an omamori that promised to grant safety, protection and health.

“You look like you could use that.”, he plainly stated when he finally turnt around to hand it over, a blunt expression in his face.

[tensairider]

Sakura Matsuri

[ebihead]

Of course curiosity got the best off him and he tried to get a glance at what Banjou was writing onto his lantern but he wasn’t able to get hold of more than just his own name. But there was his name on his lantern and it made him smile. Deeply. He was able to feel how this knowledge simply warmed him from the inside and in this moment he was complete. This moment was enough for him.

Sento also wrote down a couple of things, not too melancholic or cheesy to be honest because he tried to keep his cool to a certain degree at least but enough to keep his writing a secret from the musclehead as well. So he followed him down to the soft stream of water and placed his lantern on the shimmery surface so Banjou wasn’t able to read anything. Swiftly he pulled out a lighter and handed it over to his friend. “You first.” he said calmly and watched Banjou’s face and expression closely when he lit up the candle inside and the warm rays tinted his face in a soothing manner.

This was really, really gay shit.

When the other was done he took the lighter and did the same with his lantern, pushing it gently further away onto the river and watched it floating away until it’s been nothing more than a tiny dancing spot far away. He took a while longer to inhale this moment and scenery to the fullest until he was sure that Banjou was too nervous to stay any longer. Slowly he got up but then he stopped and grabbed Banjou’s hand like he did earlier.

“I don’t want to go home yet.”

Admittedly, the more time passed after they sent out their little ship-like lanterns so that they could see the world and experience adventures equaling their own ones, the more nervous Ryuga’s mind became. He felt restless compared to his inner peace he had experiences earlier, and the silence didn’t make it any better. So when the situation slowly resolved, he was more than glad to lead the way back from the river towards the still crowded market place. 

However, it didn’t take long until a gentle pull on his hand held him back. Mildly surprised he stopped in his tracks and looked back at his partner over his shoulder. His eyes widened a bit when he saw the expression in those dark yet beaming eyes. How could that face even be human? But more importantly - how could he say no to a face like that?  And opposing everything people said about him, Ryuga was not entirely stupid after all. He was indeed able to put together two pieces of a puzzle, and he still remembered the way the other man acted throughout the day. Maybe he was over-interpreting things? That must be the only reasonable explanation. No way in hell would a narcissistic asshole like Sento think of him in such a way. Sheerly impossible.

Anyone passing would have been able to see the way Ryuga’s brain tried its best to make sense of the situation and come up with a smug reply.  “We can buy you a gold fish in a plastic bag, if you like.”, he jokingly suggested and laughed to shrug off his nervosity. “Or I can get you one of those cheesy charms so that you always think of me.” His grin widened and he thanked God and the darkness for shrouding his lightly flushed cheeks. He pulled himself together and gathered all of his courage to step closer to his friend. After a few seconds of hesitation, he lifted his hands to adjust the collar of Sento’s yukata; just something to keep his mind distracted and his hands busy. 

[ebihead]

Ultimate Shipping Meme

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Ryuga

Who did the most planning? - Sento

Who stressed the most? - Ryuga

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Sex:

Who is on top? - They switch

Who is the one to instigate things? - equal, but when it’s about kinky shit it’s Sento

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - depends on what they’re doinig

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - They try

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Ryuga

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Ryuga

Who does the grocery shopping? Ryuga

How often do they bake desserts? - never

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - meat

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Sento

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Sento

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? -Sento

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Ryuga

Who is really against chores? - Ryuga

Who cleans up after the pets? - Ryuga

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Ryuga

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - neither

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Sento

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Sento

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Ryuga

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - never

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Ryuga

Who plays the most pranks? - Sento

[ebihead]

“What do you mean, that’s not what we think it is?”

What Do You Mean Starters 

“Are you really that slow today?”, Ryuga wondered, raising an eyebrow. They were crouching in front of a slimey, wobbly mass of whatever-something. It occasionally moved, glibbered, slimed - the typical stuff that slimey things do. Both Sento and Kazumi were at high alert, suspecting the thing to be yet another leftover of Evolt, and only Ryuga didn’t understand what all of the fuss was about. When he poked it with his index finger, the glibber just wobbled, but didn’t show life of his own.

“You can buy that in every toy store. Didn’t you guys have a childhood?”

[tensairider]

A childhood? For a second he shot Banjou a sharp glance but he said nothing and turned to that pile of really gay slime again. “This thing has glittery stars in it….” he commented as if he was confirming the declaration Banjou just made. Then he turned to banjou again. “Explain please. What’s the use of this mess?”

[ebihead]

“The purpose is fun, you gigantic robot.”, he teased him, and grabbed the slime with his whole hand, fully expecting Sento to jump in, still thinking of it as dangerous. 

One moment later he hurled it straight into his friend’s face. “See? Fun.”, he grinned sheepishly, but backing off because he really was not keen on revenge.

[tensairider]

Sakura Matsuri

[ebihead]

To be honest, it took him a moment to grab hold of this situation. But mainly because he was still in his own world of thoughts and banjou had pulled him out of that bubble with his words. A little bit irritated he looked at the man in front of him that he was just following and one moment later he was able to take it in completly. A warm smile was formed on his lips and his gaze became soft and calm.

“I habe sharpies with me.” he simply answered his stumbly voice request and the next moment he shoved his remaining food plate into Banjou’s hands. “Don’t you dare touching my food. I warned you.” he quickly said and turned away to the booth to buy a set of lanterns. One in a light blue with pink cherry blossoms and one that was dark blue with red and yellow lanterns on the screen. Almost like those two were made for them. With a proud expression he carried them over to his partner but walked past him, down to the river’s edge and hunkered down. For a moment he waited before he looked back over his shoulder to see what took Banjou so long. “Come here, you romantic idiot. Time to make a vow.”

Even though those words came off easy they weighed heavy on his heart and soul. He totally felt this situation and this gesture and he was sure that he would never ever be able to forget  even a single second.

Was it still touching if he straight away -- no. Clinging to much onto dear life, he decided to not touch Sentos’ skewered shrimps, as inviting as they might have looked. When he looked up again, his friend already came back with two of the most beautiful lanterns he had ever seen, and there were no need for second thoughts about who would send which on a journey.

For a couple of seconds he just stood there, looking at the back of his partner and memorizing every inch of that oddly elegant figure. Just when he got called over he moved again and hurried not so elegantly over to the riverside. “Who do you call romantic, idiot?”, he scuffed and lightly hit him in the ribcage with his elbow. Setting the food aside, he knealt down besides the water, taking both his lantern and a sharpie. There was no need to think about what he would write, as he had so much in his mind he wanted the night to know. 

Scribbling in spidery handwriting - as he never was a man to care about writing cleanly - he phrased his desires, wishes and dreams for the future, carefully watching that Sento could not read any of it. When he was ready, he set his lantern to the river, but waiting with lighting it until the other man was done as well.  Strangely gentle he looked over to him, a faint smile on his lips, and took in every bit of the situation. That’s what perfection must feel like.

In that very moment, his heart felt at ease for the first time since forever. 

Kasumi, would you be happy, would you be proud?

[ebihead]

“What do you mean, that’s not what we think it is?”

What Do You Mean Starters 

“Are you really that slow today?”, Ryuga wondered, raising an eyebrow. They were crouching in front of a slimey, wobbly mass of whatever-something. It occasionally moved, glibbered, slimed - the typical stuff that slimey things do. Both Sento and Kazumi were at high alert, suspecting the thing to be yet another leftover of Evolt, and only Ryuga didn’t understand what all of the fuss was about. When he poked it with his index finger, the glibber just wobbled, but didn’t show life of his own.

“You can buy that in every toy store. Didn’t you guys have a childhood?”

[tensairider]

Sakura Matsuri

[ebihead]

“An Oni costume? I would actually really love that!” he admitted and that mischievous expression on his face intesified a bit. But one moment later he was also busy chosing a yukata to his liking. At first he chose one that matched his RabbitTank design in color cheme and pattern to a certain degree but after all they aren’t doing this for mere fun but also for disguise so he put it back and went for a lighter one. And it wasn’t to his surprise that it matched Banjou’s as he should realize when he stepped out the changing room.

For a moment he kept quiet and just looked at him while he kept his finger busy adjusting the cloth.

That grin calmed down to a soft smile when he closed the distance between both of them and he gave Banjo some time to get his shit together again. God, they were so gay today it wasn’t even bearable anymore. “Ready?” he asked then and just went ahead, leading the way out of the booth and out on the streets. It became significantly darker outside and the market was showing it’s true beauty. Also it became more crowded but that worked in their favor to just merge into the mass of people and having the time of their private life.

After almost one hour walking around and looking at every booth, flailing about little things, admiring handcrafted art and joking around with funny masks and other things he leaded Banjo to a food stand, gently grabbing his hand with fingers entwined. With eyes locked on the menue he actually raised his voice again. “Isn’t this actually what makes the fighting worth it? Those little moment. As mundane and precious as it could be. Wouldn’t wanna miss out on that.” with a low and calm voice those words were directed to Banjo. “Two servings of yakitori, please.” he then ordered with a louder voice but in one go with what he said to Banjou. “Ah! And takoyaki, please!”

Gay was probably the most correct term ever to describe Ryuga’s facial expression as well when his friend stepped in front of him again, presenting himself in such a different light than what he was used to. Gone were the oversized and ugly sewn sweaters, no scarf covering the veins on that pretty neck, differently colored pop punk shoes were exchanged for elegantly crafted geta. He clearly had a hard time to focus up again and to act like this was nothing special at all. Once his found his composure again, he internally congratulated himself for that achievement. 

“And two stick of that stuff!”, he exclaimed in a hurry when Sento ordered food for them, pointing towards skewered and deep fried shrimps that looked like a poem in his eyes. If Sento didn’t want any, even better, that we he could eat both. Still grinning like a madman he grab half of the food to carry it away from the booth, making room for following customers after his friend had paid. They really should make their way somewhere less crowded, more private. Examining the surroundings, he quickly found a passage through all these festively dressed people, leading back to another turn of the river they were sitting next to a couple of hours ago. Just one old woman had her booth there, selling simple hand crafted swimming lanterns. Ryuga stopped in his tracks, one ebi still in his mouth, looked at the nice lady, over to Sento and back to the lady who gently smiled and lightly bowed when she saw her possible customers. 

This was the peak of gayest shit happening today.

He reflected back and forth wether he should actually speak it out loud, and looked to Sento once more before actually trying to phrase his thoughts.

“You know. I’m not that superstitious.”, he started, seemingly in a struggle for words. “But wouldn’t it be nice if some wishes actually came true? Like, most of all in a warzone like this?”

Please, please let Sento be quick on the trigger so that he wouldn’t need to explain further.

[tensairider]

Why don't we measure the coefficient of static friction between me and you? I don’t understand what the fuck that even means.

Don’t you rather meant the dynamic friction? I don’t agree with us standing still.

[ebihead]

... Haaah?

[justmorerpmemes]

What Do You Mean Starters

“What do you mean, you lost it?”

“What do you mean, you love me?”

“What do you mean, it’s gone?”

“What do you mean, we’re fucked?”

“What do you mean, it’s broken?”

“What do you mean, they left?”

“What do you mean, they died?”

“What do you mean, that’s it?”

“What do you mean, get over yourself?”

“What do you mean, how did this happen?”

“What do you mean, we’re alone?”

“What do you mean, we aren’t alone?”

“What do you mean, you need my help?“

“What do you mean, a truce?”

“What do you mean, yet?”

“What do you mean, not yet?”

“What do you mean, that’s not what we think it is?”

“What do you mean, you’re taking it down?”

“What do you mean, it’s destroyed?”

“What do you mean, you’re broke?”

“What do you mean, you’re done?”

“What do you mean, it’s over?”

“What do you mean, it’s not over?”

“What do you mean, you idiot?!”

“What do you mean…?”

[tensairider]

                      “🅸 🅵🅾🆄🅽🅳 🆃🅷🅴 🆆🅸🅽🅽🅸🅽🅶 🅵🅾🆁🅼🆄🅻🅰.“                                                       桐生 戦兎

                                            『 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 & 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎 』

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[tensairider]

Sakura Matsuri

[ebihead]

The silence between them wasn’t an unpleasant one. They enjoyed the sight that this hold for them and that was warmly tainted by the setting sun. Sento loved every second. That bold remark was answered by a bright smile but he wouldn’t run. He wouldn’t hurry. This was an evening to enjoy and so he took his sweet ass time to catch up and take a good look at the booths that were typically for those kind of festivals. Normally Sento was the one who would recognize things like that first but he was maybe too caught up in the moment and so he followed Ryuga’s glance to the kid and smiled at it brightly, in pure Sento manner before he waved to him an his mother happily. “You think borrowing a Yukata would be digsuise enough?” he questioned the whole situation doubtfully and looked around. “You could also borrow a whole Geisha costume!”

One corner of his mouth twitched when he heard that last snarky comment. “You could borrow a dragon costume, you wouldn’t even need a face mask.”, he snapped back and punched his friend’s shoulder. “Idiot!” Ryuga’s head shifted from right to left and back again until he found what he was looking for: a place where they were actually able to borrow yukatas. “There!” The brunette pointed into the direction of the booth he had discovered, and now it was his turn to grab Sento’s hand and drag him along. There it was again, a strange sensation in his chest which he largely ignored. There was no way in hell he would destroy that day by giving in to actually overthinking the first time in his life.

“Maybe they have an oni costume for you”, he teased without looking at him while browsing the outfits until he picked out some rather unusual colors for himself - plain white with just a few light colored patterns. Changing was fast, and just a bit later he crossed his arms and stood in front of his friend feeling slightly awkward. Even the ebis in his hair were gone, only a couple of curls were left.

“So, what did you pick, demon physicist?”

[tensairider]

Sakura Matsuri

[ebihead]

God damn, why was it even such a big deal if it’s a date or not. They were here, together, that’s all that actually counted. Even with that stiff and now heating up body underneath him. Sento just grinned gleefully when the other pressed his head against his chest and he wasn’t able to ignore that fast beating hard anymore. Somehow it was a nice feeling. “I will never die from sleep deprivation, don’t worry. If this is even possible it would have already happened.” But then he listened up and his eyes lit up a bit. Holy shit, this was actually becomign a full-blown date by now and even his heart raced up a bit. While being pushed away Sento just rolled over on the grass and crossed his arms behind his head to still watch up. His gaze slowly shifted from the sakura framed light blue sky to the man who meant so much to him (and if yomeone would have asked him which sight he enjoyed the most, Sento wouldn’t have been able to answer this, honestly.).

“Slow, slow, musclebrain. Are you so starved already or just want to escape this serenity?” But Sento knew that their romantic sakura matsuri time was already over and he wasn’t an idiot to ask for some more time. This was even more than he ever expected and so he sighed heavily and slowly stood up to follow that idiot’s lead down to the fair or whatever it was. “With you it’s a first so let’s not care if it’s actually an overall-first.” and while saying this he realized something that dragged down his mood a bit even though he tried hard to not let it be visible to Ryuga.

Maybe this was their time now. They should do all the firsts they are able to because… who knew how much time they had left at this point….

And with this thought on his mind he grabbed Banjou’s hand and made a few steps backwards, dragged him with him to make it clear to finally get going. Just when the other finally moved he slowly let his hand go, letting it gently slip out of his grip and with their eyes locked in this very moment and an easy smile on his lips and a heavy one on his heart he maybe… maybe fell a little bit.

When his friend tried to slow him down by asking a couple of questions, his facial expression turned into a question mark itself. “Escape this what?”, he replied dumbfoundedly, but decided to not bother any further. After all, this was neither the first nor the last time he didn’t quite follow what Sento was talking about.

He couldn’t even reflect upon what has happened any further because Sento was on his feet faster than his own brain functioned, which was nothing new if he was completely honest. Maybe it was just out of instinct that he grabbed the hand that reached out to him as well, perhaps it was just a reflex that he, for the blink of an eye, tried to hold on to the hand before it was gone again. Something happened in his mind as well during these short moments, but Ryuga couldn’t quite pin it down. A second later, it was forgotten until he would have time alone with his thoughts again, and so he broke eye contact fairly quickly as well. “You speak too much nonsense, you know that? Firsts are firsts.” He buried his hands inside the pockets of his pants and casually strolled along the small river next to sento towards the fair. The shining lights could be seen from a distance, and the closer they got to the square the more cherry trees and lantern decoration could be seen. With the sun slowly setting, the view was just beautiful, burning, bright and still everything was engulfed in warm rays of light.

“This is even better than I imagined!”, he exclaimed and hurried a bit more, just looking back over his shoulder when he reached the entrance to the market… fair.. whatever it was in the end. Maybe a mix of both. “You’re awfully slow today!”, he teased him. However, a second later a thought indeed crossed his mind. “Shouldn’t we rather be disguised? I mean, people know us, and some are already watching…” He glanced to the side where parents hurriedly dragged their kid away which was pointing towards the two of them.

[tensairider]

Sakura Matsuri

[ebihead]

Bright laughter escaped from his lips when Banjo said that and stuttered afterwards like an idiot that he was. “Oh dear, I thought sex comes last at a perfect date. Not somewhere at the beginning!” he joked and patted Banjou’s chest to calm the fuck down again. “Would have bet that you’re way to shy for something like that in public~” he also added and couldn’t help but still smile at the whole situation. Of course he didn’t get all of this wrong but that wouldn’t keep him from making a bit fun of it but being held like this made him actually wonder if Ryuga really though of this as absolutely everything but not a date. Wether he was deeply afraid of the thought that this is a date or he actually wished for it to be one but being to rejective to admit hat. But Sento would never know until Banjo was honest and this was totally not the time to ask or confront him with such a question.

“Actually I don’t want to sleep. It’s the first time we are casually out for some fun and I don’t want to waste that rare time with sleeping. I can rest enough when I’m dead.” Maybe his words wouldn’t reach the musclebrain but at least Sento was 100% honest with him here. “Even though it’s lovely to lay around like this for a moment.”

So to Sento this was a date after all! He knew it right from the start, or at least he should have known it. Instinctively he pressed his friend’s head tighter against his chest just so that he wouldn’t be able to see the creeping shade of red on his cheeks. Why did that make heat rise into his head at all, though? He couldn’t find a logical explanation and just came to the conclusion that it must be a combination of their closeness plus the weather. No, Ryuga, don’t talk about the weather now. God damn. This can’t be so hard, it’s just a casual day out with a friend, and you wanted to start to talk about the damn weather.

“I don’t want you to die.”, he replied instead, which might not be a much smarter way to continue a conversation. But actually - “I have an idea!”, he blurted out and really did hope that would relieve the awkwardness of the situation. “There’s this market, fair, whatever thing a few miles down the road. Let’s go there, I bet they have great food!” Good. This was better. That said, he sat up again and pushed Sento away in the motion. “Maybe that’s another thing you never experienced before!”