I want to keep my eyes open

日車寛見 🌻Higuruma Hiromi

[higurumi]

⸸ @eveningbluemoon ⸸

TV on: check. Cups and plates: check. His best blankets and pillows: check. Dimmed light: check. Everything is in place. He's shaved, showered and wearing a newer pyjama set than earlier. It's going to be the best sleepover in history.

When Kusakabe texts him he's there, he sprints to the door – almost tripping and falling – and opens it, peeking outside like a wary cat, just in case it was all a joke or he's dreaming. Both options seem more probable than the reality.

[eveningbluemoon]

Higuruma could barely see Kusakabe; the items the man had brought over piled onto his arms past his face. A sigh of relief leaves him when Higuruma lets him in.

It's not much to carry them, but he had haphazardly placed object after object that the tower had begun to wobble. He manages to set it all down the couch without any ordeal.

"Hey. Ready for the best sleepover of your life?" He grins, waving the snacks infront of him.

"Dinner's here, I'll heat it up. Beers are in the cooler over there-- let me help you tidy up so your place isn't a mess of plastic right after I set the food up if that's fine?" Kusakabe asks with a small smile.

[higurumi]

He stares, slightly horrified, awkwardly stepping around Kusakabe in case of an emergency. Is that how Shimizu feels when he stacks the documents? The risk dropped significantly with Judgeman on his side, but she doesn't know this...

He smiles back – or so he thinks, his expressions way more subtle outside than in his head.

I hope I am. Um, you can use everything however you want without asking. Maybe except my toothbrush... I'll try to keep up with the trash.

[higurumi]

⸸ @eveningbluemoon ⸸

TV on: check. Cups and plates: check. His best blankets and pillows: check. Dimmed light: check. Everything is in place. He's shaved, showered and wearing a newer pyjama set than earlier. It's going to be the best sleepover in history.

When Kusakabe texts him he's there, he sprints to the door – almost tripping and falling – and opens it, peeking outside like a wary cat, just in case it was all a joke or he's dreaming. Both options seem more probable than the reality.

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[eveningbluemoon]

Those books didn't go unnoticed in the slightest. He had to at least learn from some of Kasumi's numerous rambling about the recent couple in fiction and how cute they are and--

Unwillingly, Kusakabe had absorbed it.

"Green, please."

He answers before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a fan of romance novels?" He can't help it. It's as if he's found a small side of Hiromi he'd never expect, and he needs to know more. He wants to know more of the other man... and selfishly, he wants to know if he'll learn a bit of Higuruma's type.

[higurumi]

His hand freezes mid-air when reaching for a cup. Goodness, he didn't expect this question.

They're okay. Take my mind off... things. I think too hard reading crime or mystery of any kind.

He prepares water for the tea and joins Atsuya on the sofa, but gets up like a scalded cat a second later.

I should dress up– Sorry, I didn't expect anyone today. And... sorry for worrying you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Just for a bit, he almost felt as if their hands would overlap with one another on that couch. He tries not to be disappointed, or better yet ashamed at his own disappointed, when Higuruma stands back up.

"Ah, no, it's fine. Really, it isn't any different when we had to sleep together. Come on now."

Right, they'd all been training to take on Sukuna but a stray fight with another culling game player had made everyone more wary to pair up incase they got snuck on.

"Hey, the more casual thing you have going on isn't too bad. I'd say you look--"

Bad Kusakabe! He feels his mouth dry at nearly admitting how attractive the lawyer looked right now. Fuck, he can't stare, he can't he can't he can't

"Halfway decent. Like I told you, no need to be uptight with me. If you're expecting me to put my suit and tie on when you visit me, you'll be wholly disappointed."

He tries to hide his embarassment with lighthearted jokes.

[higurumi]

... I'd rather look all the way decent. Excuse me.

He walks to the closet, snatches random clothes and disappears behind the bathroom door. He has to lean against it for a moment to calm the heartbeat. For a single second Kusakabe's gaze felt downright lascivious and even though it had to be Higuruma's imagination, it made his body burn. He takes off the pyjamas and paces around naked, the floor tiles doing a great job at cooling him down. The permanent poker face is his only line of defense in situations like this.

He returns to the swordsman after what feels like hours – the clock argues it's been five minutes. He's wearing a white hoodie with a print of a black cat's tail sticking out of the kangaroo pocket, and black sweatpants.

Casual enough?

He asks on the way to the kitchen, and takes the previous seat after puttting a cup of tea and a plate of senbei on the table in front of Kusakabe. He doesn't know when he bought the snacks, but at least they still taste good.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe chastises himself. What kind of compliment was 'halfway decent'!? Maybe this was for the best, the man wasn't sure if he could keep his mouth shut any longer when Higuruma looked like he'd just woken up right next to him and--

In the five minutes he was gone, he lightly taps his face. Snap out of it: "the man invites you to his house and serves you tea, and all you can think about it how he looks!?"

"I only ever see you in your white button up and suit, wasn't aware you had a whole 'nother wardrobe."

He laughs a little, taking his cup. FUCK!! Maybe it's much worse than he thought because Higuruma looks like another different category cute.

Higuruma was maddeningly close, yet just far enough. That was how it had been in Shinjuku and subsequent encounters... and if it was up to Kusakabe, he'd keep it like this forever because it isn't too bad, is it?

"You look nice."

And the words slip before he can stop it, but he chooses to sip on his tea and ignore whatever expression Higuruma makes... if ever.

[higurumi]

He can feel his face heat up. Really, this is all it takes? A compliment out of politeness is enough to make you blush? This is bad.

... Thank you. You too. I mean, you always do.

He mumbles, fidgeting with hands. What now? Should they talk? Should they sit in silence? He tries to remember the conversation starters he found. Then again, Kusakabe didn't seem to like them... What would be a Higuruma-like question? What does he really want to know?

Are you single?

He blurts out before his thought finishes. Great, now you've done it. He freezes and waits for the answer like for a sentence. Trying to retract the words would be even more suspicious now.

[eveningbluemoon]

Before he can truly appreciate and let it sink in that Higuruma had complimented him, he feels hisn jaw drop at the question. Huh? HUH?!

What was a man supposed to think? He was just making small talk, this was something friends discussed early on-- I mean, who doesn't know their friend's love life...!

A dry laugh leaves him as he picks his jaw back up and tries to go back to drinking his tea.

"I'm single. Haha, no surprise there. Hard to, uh, find anyone in the same field of work or anyone to really dump this kinda work outside it. So... yeah."

This is awkward. So very awkward.

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

Besides... Kusakabe could only really see his own flaws. He wouldn't let his partner pick up his slack or deal with the baggage piling up since even before Shibuya and Shinjuku respectively.

[higurumi]

He blinks.

I wouldn't ask if it was. Well, I guess if you weren't you'd be with your girlfriend, not here, but it still is surprising. Less so knowing the reason... No sorcerer caught your eye?

He momentarily forgets the self-serving intent of the question, genuinely curious why a man like Kusakabe isn't taken. Surely work can't be the only obstacle.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. He'd deny it over and over again if he could, but the way his heart races and seems to hold such a fond view of Higuruma... it's too difficult to deny. At least to himself.

"I..."

He looks at Higuruma.

"Well, even I had. I'm not really a big catch myself, so I don't actually... you know... "

He averts his gaze. He doesn't want to stare for any longer

[higurumi]

He tilts head, studying Kusakabe's reactions. How odd.

What do you mean? You're smart, handsome, kind, good with children too. I can't come up with anything else I'd look for myself.

He looks away and shrugs.

Not that my opinion matters. I don't know how people choose their dates.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe felt his face heat up. What the hell? Was Higuruma trying to get him to fall for him? Whatever it was, it made Kusakabe's stomach tighten.

He knew better than to read too into it. Any more, and maybe he'd believe the man had fallen for him with those description alone.

"Haha, your opinion matters. Nice to get an unbiased opinion."

He reassures. Higuruma and biased went hand in hand when it came to Kusakabe, unfortunately.

"And I'm getting up in the age. Not much sorcerers I've been assigned with are really my type. Except..."

He coughs. Except the guy they made him train with him against Sukuna, the brilliant shinung star who he'd have never met if not for the Culling Games making them share their world.

"What about you?"

[higurumi]

He raises eyebrows. Except...? The curiosity gets sniped with the following question.

What about me? I can't say if I'm your type.

[eveningbluemoon]

"N-no--! I meant-- well...!!"

He awkwardly laughs.

"You're a jokester, you...! I meant if any sorcer-- well, anyone, I mean, has caught your eyes!! Or-- well, sorry, that was presumptous of me, are you even single?"

[higurumi]

At first, Hiromi stares. Is this guy for real? He thinks he's obvious, but I'm not? Unable to detect a prank, he decides to make a presentation. He finds his phone and places it in front of Kusakabe for easy view. The wallpaper – a photo of train schedule – disappears behind a contact list. There's a whole lot of numbers, but when Higuruma taps to hide the ones flagged as "work" or "family", only two remain – "Itadori 👻" and "Kusakabe 🍭".

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. Oh.

Ah, well... okay. That's... understandable.

He leans back on the couch, sipping his tea.

You looking for a lover? 'Cause if you are, then they're really missing out, whoever you're trying to woo if you are doing that. I get it though, at this age, it's terrible difficult finding anyone.

[higurumi]

He shakes head.

I'm too busy for this. Someone would have to come knocking and ask me out, but the only love letters I get are from the landlord or the court. Even if someone didn't mind my lack of time, dating a non-sorcerer sounds bothersome... Too many questions I couldn't answer.

He glances at the guest and sighs.

If you know someone desperate, I'm pretty much first come, first served. I'd marry an old fart to get the inheritance– Maybe that's not a bad idea, huh.

He's now deep in thought. Wiping a crusty ass for a fat check wouldn't be the dirtiest he got his hands.

[eveningbluemoon]

"I'm desperate! Me!! Me!!" Kusakabe swats away the down terrible thoughts in his mind as he thinks this, trying not to let it show in his head.

"I see." He says instead, laughing a little. Ah, well, means Higuruma isn't up for grabs unless it's money related-- which is understandable, he'll have to come to terms with that on his own time. Better he heard this now than before he'd truly do anything stupid to win the man over... that defeatist tendency of his truly is what makes him do the dumbest things.

"Shouldn't give up so soon on real love, though. Hey, you might find someone who's absolutely head over heels with you one day." Kusakabe shakes his head as he smirks into the cup, finishing his tea. His sister had said been the one to tell him that far too many times, and though he didn't really believe it for himself, perhaps the two siblings were more similar than he'd admit... regardless of his pessimistic view of life.

[higurumi]

He closes eyes. Real love, huh? This kind of stuff doesn't happen to people like him.

I'd be content if they just tolerated me. It's fine if I die alone too... Ah, sorry, didn't mean to sound so depressing. I can ask my folks to arrange a marriage with someone who isn't trying to strike gold. I'm afraid my charming personality is my only asset. Besides–

He turns head toward Kusakabe and gives him the most genuine smile.

You said you'll make me soup when I'm ill. I don't need a wife as long as I have you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe feels his heart stop at that. Goodness, how he'd wish to have this smile every day from now to the rest of his life and more.

"Ah. Well, if you say so."

He sets his empty cup down.

"I'll only offer soup and the occasional meal, okay? Any other 'wifely duties' and you'll have to actually start drafting out marriage certificates and contracts before we do that." He winks at him, laughing a little at his own 'joke'. His words were dangerously leaning into flirting rather than friendly little remarks...

[higurumi]

Eeh? I'm a defense attorney, not a notary. Propose to me the traditional way and I'll do anything you want, no strings attached. As long as you feed me, that is.

He looks and sounds dead serious. It's not like Kusakabe is actually interested, so it doesn't matter what he says.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe, on the other hand, think they're both having a little laugh. A little guffaw between close friends.

"Y'know what, sure. Consider us engaged. Where do I sign?" He laughs. It's not that he isn't interested in the man, but the absurdity of the situation lets him wave off the embarrassment he'd usually get at the notion of that.

"Wonder if there's marital benefits in sorcery work, never really paid attention to that..." He muses.

[higurumi]

He pouts.

What about a ring? You could kneel at least– Actually, shouldn't we date first? Otherwise it's not very different from an arranged marriage, as great as you are.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe shakes his head.

"Higuruma, I was just messing with you. Can't steal you away from the love of your life, old man inheretance or not. You're not getting much out of me even with a life insurance in place."

He dismisses.

"My offer for soup and the occassional meal still stands, no strings attached there."

[higurumi]

... He knew. He knew that, but the sting in his chest isn't any less painful. He looks away, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak.

You shouldn't joke about this stuff.

He whispers, trying his best to stop his voice from breaking. He's not the type to offer fake smiles when he doesn't feel like it.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe realizes he messed up a little too late, the guilt in his heart shooting through like a bullet.

Oh. Sorry.

He means genuinely, turning away as to grant Higuruma a reprieve in the one sided joke he just played.

I didn't think... well... come on, you could do better than me... I really thought...

If Higuruma was struggling with meals, he didn't mind stopping by now and then. He could always adjust his recipes and cook more, say he had too much and it'd be a waste if he threw it...

He stands up.

I'll. I'll get going now, sorry. Let me wash my cup and I'll be right on out.

Typical Kusakabe, running away.

[higurumi]

Just leave it in the sink.

There's no point stopping him. Higuruma showed him a vulnerable side and will regret it forever. He'll miss their talks, but he can't expect him to maintain their friendship. It was too good to be true.

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[eveningbluemoon]

Those books didn't go unnoticed in the slightest. He had to at least learn from some of Kasumi's numerous rambling about the recent couple in fiction and how cute they are and--

Unwillingly, Kusakabe had absorbed it.

"Green, please."

He answers before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a fan of romance novels?" He can't help it. It's as if he's found a small side of Hiromi he'd never expect, and he needs to know more. He wants to know more of the other man... and selfishly, he wants to know if he'll learn a bit of Higuruma's type.

[higurumi]

His hand freezes mid-air when reaching for a cup. Goodness, he didn't expect this question.

They're okay. Take my mind off... things. I think too hard reading crime or mystery of any kind.

He prepares water for the tea and joins Atsuya on the sofa, but gets up like a scalded cat a second later.

I should dress up– Sorry, I didn't expect anyone today. And... sorry for worrying you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Just for a bit, he almost felt as if their hands would overlap with one another on that couch. He tries not to be disappointed, or better yet ashamed at his own disappointed, when Higuruma stands back up.

"Ah, no, it's fine. Really, it isn't any different when we had to sleep together. Come on now."

Right, they'd all been training to take on Sukuna but a stray fight with another culling game player had made everyone more wary to pair up incase they got snuck on.

"Hey, the more casual thing you have going on isn't too bad. I'd say you look--"

Bad Kusakabe! He feels his mouth dry at nearly admitting how attractive the lawyer looked right now. Fuck, he can't stare, he can't he can't he can't

"Halfway decent. Like I told you, no need to be uptight with me. If you're expecting me to put my suit and tie on when you visit me, you'll be wholly disappointed."

He tries to hide his embarassment with lighthearted jokes.

[higurumi]

... I'd rather look all the way decent. Excuse me.

He walks to the closet, snatches random clothes and disappears behind the bathroom door. He has to lean against it for a moment to calm the heartbeat. For a single second Kusakabe's gaze felt downright lascivious and even though it had to be Higuruma's imagination, it made his body burn. He takes off the pyjamas and paces around naked, the floor tiles doing a great job at cooling him down. The permanent poker face is his only line of defense in situations like this.

He returns to the swordsman after what feels like hours – the clock argues it's been five minutes. He's wearing a white hoodie with a print of a black cat's tail sticking out of the kangaroo pocket, and black sweatpants.

Casual enough?

He asks on the way to the kitchen, and takes the previous seat after puttting a cup of tea and a plate of senbei on the table in front of Kusakabe. He doesn't know when he bought the snacks, but at least they still taste good.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe chastises himself. What kind of compliment was 'halfway decent'!? Maybe this was for the best, the man wasn't sure if he could keep his mouth shut any longer when Higuruma looked like he'd just woken up right next to him and--

In the five minutes he was gone, he lightly taps his face. Snap out of it: "the man invites you to his house and serves you tea, and all you can think about it how he looks!?"

"I only ever see you in your white button up and suit, wasn't aware you had a whole 'nother wardrobe."

He laughs a little, taking his cup. FUCK!! Maybe it's much worse than he thought because Higuruma looks like another different category cute.

Higuruma was maddeningly close, yet just far enough. That was how it had been in Shinjuku and subsequent encounters... and if it was up to Kusakabe, he'd keep it like this forever because it isn't too bad, is it?

"You look nice."

And the words slip before he can stop it, but he chooses to sip on his tea and ignore whatever expression Higuruma makes... if ever.

[higurumi]

He can feel his face heat up. Really, this is all it takes? A compliment out of politeness is enough to make you blush? This is bad.

... Thank you. You too. I mean, you always do.

He mumbles, fidgeting with hands. What now? Should they talk? Should they sit in silence? He tries to remember the conversation starters he found. Then again, Kusakabe didn't seem to like them... What would be a Higuruma-like question? What does he really want to know?

Are you single?

He blurts out before his thought finishes. Great, now you've done it. He freezes and waits for the answer like for a sentence. Trying to retract the words would be even more suspicious now.

[eveningbluemoon]

Before he can truly appreciate and let it sink in that Higuruma had complimented him, he feels hisn jaw drop at the question. Huh? HUH?!

What was a man supposed to think? He was just making small talk, this was something friends discussed early on-- I mean, who doesn't know their friend's love life...!

A dry laugh leaves him as he picks his jaw back up and tries to go back to drinking his tea.

"I'm single. Haha, no surprise there. Hard to, uh, find anyone in the same field of work or anyone to really dump this kinda work outside it. So... yeah."

This is awkward. So very awkward.

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

Besides... Kusakabe could only really see his own flaws. He wouldn't let his partner pick up his slack or deal with the baggage piling up since even before Shibuya and Shinjuku respectively.

[higurumi]

He blinks.

I wouldn't ask if it was. Well, I guess if you weren't you'd be with your girlfriend, not here, but it still is surprising. Less so knowing the reason... No sorcerer caught your eye?

He momentarily forgets the self-serving intent of the question, genuinely curious why a man like Kusakabe isn't taken. Surely work can't be the only obstacle.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. He'd deny it over and over again if he could, but the way his heart races and seems to hold such a fond view of Higuruma... it's too difficult to deny. At least to himself.

"I..."

He looks at Higuruma.

"Well, even I had. I'm not really a big catch myself, so I don't actually... you know... "

He averts his gaze. He doesn't want to stare for any longer

[higurumi]

He tilts head, studying Kusakabe's reactions. How odd.

What do you mean? You're smart, handsome, kind, good with children too. I can't come up with anything else I'd look for myself.

He looks away and shrugs.

Not that my opinion matters. I don't know how people choose their dates.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe felt his face heat up. What the hell? Was Higuruma trying to get him to fall for him? Whatever it was, it made Kusakabe's stomach tighten.

He knew better than to read too into it. Any more, and maybe he'd believe the man had fallen for him with those description alone.

"Haha, your opinion matters. Nice to get an unbiased opinion."

He reassures. Higuruma and biased went hand in hand when it came to Kusakabe, unfortunately.

"And I'm getting up in the age. Not much sorcerers I've been assigned with are really my type. Except..."

He coughs. Except the guy they made him train with him against Sukuna, the brilliant shinung star who he'd have never met if not for the Culling Games making them share their world.

"What about you?"

[higurumi]

He raises eyebrows. Except...? The curiosity gets sniped with the following question.

What about me? I can't say if I'm your type.

[eveningbluemoon]

"N-no--! I meant-- well...!!"

He awkwardly laughs.

"You're a jokester, you...! I meant if any sorcer-- well, anyone, I mean, has caught your eyes!! Or-- well, sorry, that was presumptous of me, are you even single?"

[higurumi]

At first, Hiromi stares. Is this guy for real? He thinks he's obvious, but I'm not? Unable to detect a prank, he decides to make a presentation. He finds his phone and places it in front of Kusakabe for easy view. The wallpaper – a photo of train schedule – disappears behind a contact list. There's a whole lot of numbers, but when Higuruma taps to hide the ones flagged as "work" or "family", only two remain – "Itadori 👻" and "Kusakabe 🍭".

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. Oh.

Ah, well... okay. That's... understandable.

He leans back on the couch, sipping his tea.

You looking for a lover? 'Cause if you are, then they're really missing out, whoever you're trying to woo if you are doing that. I get it though, at this age, it's terrible difficult finding anyone.

[higurumi]

He shakes head.

I'm too busy for this. Someone would have to come knocking and ask me out, but the only love letters I get are from the landlord or the court. Even if someone didn't mind my lack of time, dating a non-sorcerer sounds bothersome... Too many questions I couldn't answer.

He glances at the guest and sighs.

If you know someone desperate, I'm pretty much first come, first served. I'd marry an old fart to get the inheritance– Maybe that's not a bad idea, huh.

He's now deep in thought. Wiping a crusty ass for a fat check wouldn't be the dirtiest he got his hands.

[eveningbluemoon]

"I'm desperate! Me!! Me!!" Kusakabe swats away the down terrible thoughts in his mind as he thinks this, trying not to let it show in his head.

"I see." He says instead, laughing a little. Ah, well, means Higuruma isn't up for grabs unless it's money related-- which is understandable, he'll have to come to terms with that on his own time. Better he heard this now than before he'd truly do anything stupid to win the man over... that defeatist tendency of his truly is what makes him do the dumbest things.

"Shouldn't give up so soon on real love, though. Hey, you might find someone who's absolutely head over heels with you one day." Kusakabe shakes his head as he smirks into the cup, finishing his tea. His sister had said been the one to tell him that far too many times, and though he didn't really believe it for himself, perhaps the two siblings were more similar than he'd admit... regardless of his pessimistic view of life.

[higurumi]

He closes eyes. Real love, huh? This kind of stuff doesn't happen to people like him.

I'd be content if they just tolerated me. It's fine if I die alone too... Ah, sorry, didn't mean to sound so depressing. I can ask my folks to arrange a marriage with someone who isn't trying to strike gold. I'm afraid my charming personality is my only asset. Besides–

He turns head toward Kusakabe and gives him the most genuine smile.

You said you'll make me soup when I'm ill. I don't need a wife as long as I have you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe feels his heart stop at that. Goodness, how he'd wish to have this smile every day from now to the rest of his life and more.

"Ah. Well, if you say so."

He sets his empty cup down.

"I'll only offer soup and the occasional meal, okay? Any other 'wifely duties' and you'll have to actually start drafting out marriage certificates and contracts before we do that." He winks at him, laughing a little at his own 'joke'. His words were dangerously leaning into flirting rather than friendly little remarks...

[higurumi]

Eeh? I'm a defense attorney, not a notary. Propose to me the traditional way and I'll do anything you want, no strings attached. As long as you feed me, that is.

He looks and sounds dead serious. It's not like Kusakabe is actually interested, so it doesn't matter what he says.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe, on the other hand, think they're both having a little laugh. A little guffaw between close friends.

"Y'know what, sure. Consider us engaged. Where do I sign?" He laughs. It's not that he isn't interested in the man, but the absurdity of the situation lets him wave off the embarrassment he'd usually get at the notion of that.

"Wonder if there's marital benefits in sorcery work, never really paid attention to that..." He muses.

[higurumi]

He pouts.

What about a ring? You could kneel at least– Actually, shouldn't we date first? Otherwise it's not very different from an arranged marriage, as great as you are.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe shakes his head.

"Higuruma, I was just messing with you. Can't steal you away from the love of your life, old man inheretance or not. You're not getting much out of me even with a life insurance in place."

He dismisses.

"My offer for soup and the occassional meal still stands, no strings attached there."

[higurumi]

... He knew. He knew that, but the sting in his chest isn't any less painful. He looks away, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak.

You shouldn't joke about this stuff.

He whispers, trying his best to stop his voice from breaking. He's not the type to offer fake smiles when he doesn't feel like it.

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[eveningbluemoon]

Those books didn't go unnoticed in the slightest. He had to at least learn from some of Kasumi's numerous rambling about the recent couple in fiction and how cute they are and--

Unwillingly, Kusakabe had absorbed it.

"Green, please."

He answers before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a fan of romance novels?" He can't help it. It's as if he's found a small side of Hiromi he'd never expect, and he needs to know more. He wants to know more of the other man... and selfishly, he wants to know if he'll learn a bit of Higuruma's type.

[higurumi]

His hand freezes mid-air when reaching for a cup. Goodness, he didn't expect this question.

They're okay. Take my mind off... things. I think too hard reading crime or mystery of any kind.

He prepares water for the tea and joins Atsuya on the sofa, but gets up like a scalded cat a second later.

I should dress up– Sorry, I didn't expect anyone today. And... sorry for worrying you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Just for a bit, he almost felt as if their hands would overlap with one another on that couch. He tries not to be disappointed, or better yet ashamed at his own disappointed, when Higuruma stands back up.

"Ah, no, it's fine. Really, it isn't any different when we had to sleep together. Come on now."

Right, they'd all been training to take on Sukuna but a stray fight with another culling game player had made everyone more wary to pair up incase they got snuck on.

"Hey, the more casual thing you have going on isn't too bad. I'd say you look--"

Bad Kusakabe! He feels his mouth dry at nearly admitting how attractive the lawyer looked right now. Fuck, he can't stare, he can't he can't he can't

"Halfway decent. Like I told you, no need to be uptight with me. If you're expecting me to put my suit and tie on when you visit me, you'll be wholly disappointed."

He tries to hide his embarassment with lighthearted jokes.

[higurumi]

... I'd rather look all the way decent. Excuse me.

He walks to the closet, snatches random clothes and disappears behind the bathroom door. He has to lean against it for a moment to calm the heartbeat. For a single second Kusakabe's gaze felt downright lascivious and even though it had to be Higuruma's imagination, it made his body burn. He takes off the pyjamas and paces around naked, the floor tiles doing a great job at cooling him down. The permanent poker face is his only line of defense in situations like this.

He returns to the swordsman after what feels like hours – the clock argues it's been five minutes. He's wearing a white hoodie with a print of a black cat's tail sticking out of the kangaroo pocket, and black sweatpants.

Casual enough?

He asks on the way to the kitchen, and takes the previous seat after puttting a cup of tea and a plate of senbei on the table in front of Kusakabe. He doesn't know when he bought the snacks, but at least they still taste good.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe chastises himself. What kind of compliment was 'halfway decent'!? Maybe this was for the best, the man wasn't sure if he could keep his mouth shut any longer when Higuruma looked like he'd just woken up right next to him and--

In the five minutes he was gone, he lightly taps his face. Snap out of it: "the man invites you to his house and serves you tea, and all you can think about it how he looks!?"

"I only ever see you in your white button up and suit, wasn't aware you had a whole 'nother wardrobe."

He laughs a little, taking his cup. FUCK!! Maybe it's much worse than he thought because Higuruma looks like another different category cute.

Higuruma was maddeningly close, yet just far enough. That was how it had been in Shinjuku and subsequent encounters... and if it was up to Kusakabe, he'd keep it like this forever because it isn't too bad, is it?

"You look nice."

And the words slip before he can stop it, but he chooses to sip on his tea and ignore whatever expression Higuruma makes... if ever.

[higurumi]

He can feel his face heat up. Really, this is all it takes? A compliment out of politeness is enough to make you blush? This is bad.

... Thank you. You too. I mean, you always do.

He mumbles, fidgeting with hands. What now? Should they talk? Should they sit in silence? He tries to remember the conversation starters he found. Then again, Kusakabe didn't seem to like them... What would be a Higuruma-like question? What does he really want to know?

Are you single?

He blurts out before his thought finishes. Great, now you've done it. He freezes and waits for the answer like for a sentence. Trying to retract the words would be even more suspicious now.

[eveningbluemoon]

Before he can truly appreciate and let it sink in that Higuruma had complimented him, he feels hisn jaw drop at the question. Huh? HUH?!

What was a man supposed to think? He was just making small talk, this was something friends discussed early on-- I mean, who doesn't know their friend's love life...!

A dry laugh leaves him as he picks his jaw back up and tries to go back to drinking his tea.

"I'm single. Haha, no surprise there. Hard to, uh, find anyone in the same field of work or anyone to really dump this kinda work outside it. So... yeah."

This is awkward. So very awkward.

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

Besides... Kusakabe could only really see his own flaws. He wouldn't let his partner pick up his slack or deal with the baggage piling up since even before Shibuya and Shinjuku respectively.

[higurumi]

He blinks.

I wouldn't ask if it was. Well, I guess if you weren't you'd be with your girlfriend, not here, but it still is surprising. Less so knowing the reason... No sorcerer caught your eye?

He momentarily forgets the self-serving intent of the question, genuinely curious why a man like Kusakabe isn't taken. Surely work can't be the only obstacle.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. He'd deny it over and over again if he could, but the way his heart races and seems to hold such a fond view of Higuruma... it's too difficult to deny. At least to himself.

"I..."

He looks at Higuruma.

"Well, even I had. I'm not really a big catch myself, so I don't actually... you know... "

He averts his gaze. He doesn't want to stare for any longer

[higurumi]

He tilts head, studying Kusakabe's reactions. How odd.

What do you mean? You're smart, handsome, kind, good with children too. I can't come up with anything else I'd look for myself.

He looks away and shrugs.

Not that my opinion matters. I don't know how people choose their dates.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe felt his face heat up. What the hell? Was Higuruma trying to get him to fall for him? Whatever it was, it made Kusakabe's stomach tighten.

He knew better than to read too into it. Any more, and maybe he'd believe the man had fallen for him with those description alone.

"Haha, your opinion matters. Nice to get an unbiased opinion."

He reassures. Higuruma and biased went hand in hand when it came to Kusakabe, unfortunately.

"And I'm getting up in the age. Not much sorcerers I've been assigned with are really my type. Except..."

He coughs. Except the guy they made him train with him against Sukuna, the brilliant shinung star who he'd have never met if not for the Culling Games making them share their world.

"What about you?"

[higurumi]

He raises eyebrows. Except...? The curiosity gets sniped with the following question.

What about me? I can't say if I'm your type.

[eveningbluemoon]

"N-no--! I meant-- well...!!"

He awkwardly laughs.

"You're a jokester, you...! I meant if any sorcer-- well, anyone, I mean, has caught your eyes!! Or-- well, sorry, that was presumptous of me, are you even single?"

[higurumi]

At first, Hiromi stares. Is this guy for real? He thinks he's obvious, but I'm not? Unable to detect a prank, he decides to make a presentation. He finds his phone and places it in front of Kusakabe for easy view. The wallpaper – a photo of train schedule – disappears behind a contact list. There's a whole lot of numbers, but when Higuruma taps to hide the ones flagged as "work" or "family", only two remain – "Itadori 👻" and "Kusakabe 🍭".

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. Oh.

Ah, well... okay. That's... understandable.

He leans back on the couch, sipping his tea.

You looking for a lover? 'Cause if you are, then they're really missing out, whoever you're trying to woo if you are doing that. I get it though, at this age, it's terrible difficult finding anyone.

[higurumi]

He shakes head.

I'm too busy for this. Someone would have to come knocking and ask me out, but the only love letters I get are from the landlord or the court. Even if someone didn't mind my lack of time, dating a non-sorcerer sounds bothersome... Too many questions I couldn't answer.

He glances at the guest and sighs.

If you know someone desperate, I'm pretty much first come, first served. I'd marry an old fart to get the inheritance– Maybe that's not a bad idea, huh.

He's now deep in thought. Wiping a crusty ass for a fat check wouldn't be the dirtiest he got his hands.

[eveningbluemoon]

"I'm desperate! Me!! Me!!" Kusakabe swats away the down terrible thoughts in his mind as he thinks this, trying not to let it show in his head.

"I see." He says instead, laughing a little. Ah, well, means Higuruma isn't up for grabs unless it's money related-- which is understandable, he'll have to come to terms with that on his own time. Better he heard this now than before he'd truly do anything stupid to win the man over... that defeatist tendency of his truly is what makes him do the dumbest things.

"Shouldn't give up so soon on real love, though. Hey, you might find someone who's absolutely head over heels with you one day." Kusakabe shakes his head as he smirks into the cup, finishing his tea. His sister had said been the one to tell him that far too many times, and though he didn't really believe it for himself, perhaps the two siblings were more similar than he'd admit... regardless of his pessimistic view of life.

[higurumi]

He closes eyes. Real love, huh? This kind of stuff doesn't happen to people like him.

I'd be content if they just tolerated me. It's fine if I die alone too... Ah, sorry, didn't mean to sound so depressing. I can ask my folks to arrange a marriage with someone who isn't trying to strike gold. I'm afraid my charming personality is my only asset. Besides–

He turns head toward Kusakabe and gives him the most genuine smile.

You said you'll make me soup when I'm ill. I don't need a wife as long as I have you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe feels his heart stop at that. Goodness, how he'd wish to have this smile every day from now to the rest of his life and more.

"Ah. Well, if you say so."

He sets his empty cup down.

"I'll only offer soup and the occasional meal, okay? Any other 'wifely duties' and you'll have to actually start drafting out marriage certificates and contracts before we do that." He winks at him, laughing a little at his own 'joke'. His words were dangerously leaning into flirting rather than friendly little remarks...

[higurumi]

Eeh? I'm a defense attorney, not a notary. Propose to me the traditional way and I'll do anything you want, no strings attached. As long as you feed me, that is.

He looks and sounds dead serious. It's not like Kusakabe is actually interested, so it doesn't matter what he says.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe, on the other hand, think they're both having a little laugh. A little guffaw between close friends.

"Y'know what, sure. Consider us engaged. Where do I sign?" He laughs. It's not that he isn't interested in the man, but the absurdity of the situation lets him wave off the embarrassment he'd usually get at the notion of that.

"Wonder if there's marital benefits in sorcery work, never really paid attention to that..." He muses.

[higurumi]

He pouts.

What about a ring? You could kneel at least– Actually, shouldn't we date first? Otherwise it's not very different from an arranged marriage, as great as you are.

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[eveningbluemoon]

Those books didn't go unnoticed in the slightest. He had to at least learn from some of Kasumi's numerous rambling about the recent couple in fiction and how cute they are and--

Unwillingly, Kusakabe had absorbed it.

"Green, please."

He answers before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a fan of romance novels?" He can't help it. It's as if he's found a small side of Hiromi he'd never expect, and he needs to know more. He wants to know more of the other man... and selfishly, he wants to know if he'll learn a bit of Higuruma's type.

[higurumi]

His hand freezes mid-air when reaching for a cup. Goodness, he didn't expect this question.

They're okay. Take my mind off... things. I think too hard reading crime or mystery of any kind.

He prepares water for the tea and joins Atsuya on the sofa, but gets up like a scalded cat a second later.

I should dress up– Sorry, I didn't expect anyone today. And... sorry for worrying you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Just for a bit, he almost felt as if their hands would overlap with one another on that couch. He tries not to be disappointed, or better yet ashamed at his own disappointed, when Higuruma stands back up.

"Ah, no, it's fine. Really, it isn't any different when we had to sleep together. Come on now."

Right, they'd all been training to take on Sukuna but a stray fight with another culling game player had made everyone more wary to pair up incase they got snuck on.

"Hey, the more casual thing you have going on isn't too bad. I'd say you look--"

Bad Kusakabe! He feels his mouth dry at nearly admitting how attractive the lawyer looked right now. Fuck, he can't stare, he can't he can't he can't

"Halfway decent. Like I told you, no need to be uptight with me. If you're expecting me to put my suit and tie on when you visit me, you'll be wholly disappointed."

He tries to hide his embarassment with lighthearted jokes.

[higurumi]

... I'd rather look all the way decent. Excuse me.

He walks to the closet, snatches random clothes and disappears behind the bathroom door. He has to lean against it for a moment to calm the heartbeat. For a single second Kusakabe's gaze felt downright lascivious and even though it had to be Higuruma's imagination, it made his body burn. He takes off the pyjamas and paces around naked, the floor tiles doing a great job at cooling him down. The permanent poker face is his only line of defense in situations like this.

He returns to the swordsman after what feels like hours – the clock argues it's been five minutes. He's wearing a white hoodie with a print of a black cat's tail sticking out of the kangaroo pocket, and black sweatpants.

Casual enough?

He asks on the way to the kitchen, and takes the previous seat after puttting a cup of tea and a plate of senbei on the table in front of Kusakabe. He doesn't know when he bought the snacks, but at least they still taste good.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe chastises himself. What kind of compliment was 'halfway decent'!? Maybe this was for the best, the man wasn't sure if he could keep his mouth shut any longer when Higuruma looked like he'd just woken up right next to him and--

In the five minutes he was gone, he lightly taps his face. Snap out of it: "the man invites you to his house and serves you tea, and all you can think about it how he looks!?"

"I only ever see you in your white button up and suit, wasn't aware you had a whole 'nother wardrobe."

He laughs a little, taking his cup. FUCK!! Maybe it's much worse than he thought because Higuruma looks like another different category cute.

Higuruma was maddeningly close, yet just far enough. That was how it had been in Shinjuku and subsequent encounters... and if it was up to Kusakabe, he'd keep it like this forever because it isn't too bad, is it?

"You look nice."

And the words slip before he can stop it, but he chooses to sip on his tea and ignore whatever expression Higuruma makes... if ever.

[higurumi]

He can feel his face heat up. Really, this is all it takes? A compliment out of politeness is enough to make you blush? This is bad.

... Thank you. You too. I mean, you always do.

He mumbles, fidgeting with hands. What now? Should they talk? Should they sit in silence? He tries to remember the conversation starters he found. Then again, Kusakabe didn't seem to like them... What would be a Higuruma-like question? What does he really want to know?

Are you single?

He blurts out before his thought finishes. Great, now you've done it. He freezes and waits for the answer like for a sentence. Trying to retract the words would be even more suspicious now.

[eveningbluemoon]

Before he can truly appreciate and let it sink in that Higuruma had complimented him, he feels hisn jaw drop at the question. Huh? HUH?!

What was a man supposed to think? He was just making small talk, this was something friends discussed early on-- I mean, who doesn't know their friend's love life...!

A dry laugh leaves him as he picks his jaw back up and tries to go back to drinking his tea.

"I'm single. Haha, no surprise there. Hard to, uh, find anyone in the same field of work or anyone to really dump this kinda work outside it. So... yeah."

This is awkward. So very awkward.

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

Besides... Kusakabe could only really see his own flaws. He wouldn't let his partner pick up his slack or deal with the baggage piling up since even before Shibuya and Shinjuku respectively.

[higurumi]

He blinks.

I wouldn't ask if it was. Well, I guess if you weren't you'd be with your girlfriend, not here, but it still is surprising. Less so knowing the reason... No sorcerer caught your eye?

He momentarily forgets the self-serving intent of the question, genuinely curious why a man like Kusakabe isn't taken. Surely work can't be the only obstacle.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. He'd deny it over and over again if he could, but the way his heart races and seems to hold such a fond view of Higuruma... it's too difficult to deny. At least to himself.

"I..."

He looks at Higuruma.

"Well, even I had. I'm not really a big catch myself, so I don't actually... you know... "

He averts his gaze. He doesn't want to stare for any longer

[higurumi]

He tilts head, studying Kusakabe's reactions. How odd.

What do you mean? You're smart, handsome, kind, good with children too. I can't come up with anything else I'd look for myself.

He looks away and shrugs.

Not that my opinion matters. I don't know how people choose their dates.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe felt his face heat up. What the hell? Was Higuruma trying to get him to fall for him? Whatever it was, it made Kusakabe's stomach tighten.

He knew better than to read too into it. Any more, and maybe he'd believe the man had fallen for him with those description alone.

"Haha, your opinion matters. Nice to get an unbiased opinion."

He reassures. Higuruma and biased went hand in hand when it came to Kusakabe, unfortunately.

"And I'm getting up in the age. Not much sorcerers I've been assigned with are really my type. Except..."

He coughs. Except the guy they made him train with him against Sukuna, the brilliant shinung star who he'd have never met if not for the Culling Games making them share their world.

"What about you?"

[higurumi]

He raises eyebrows. Except...? The curiosity gets sniped with the following question.

What about me? I can't say if I'm your type.

[eveningbluemoon]

"N-no--! I meant-- well...!!"

He awkwardly laughs.

"You're a jokester, you...! I meant if any sorcer-- well, anyone, I mean, has caught your eyes!! Or-- well, sorry, that was presumptous of me, are you even single?"

[higurumi]

At first, Hiromi stares. Is this guy for real? He thinks he's obvious, but I'm not? Unable to detect a prank, he decides to make a presentation. He finds his phone and places it in front of Kusakabe for easy view. The wallpaper – a photo of train schedule – disappears behind a contact list. There's a whole lot of numbers, but when Higuruma taps to hide the ones flagged as "work" or "family", only two remain – "Itadori 👻" and "Kusakabe 🍭".

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. Oh.

Ah, well... okay. That's... understandable.

He leans back on the couch, sipping his tea.

You looking for a lover? 'Cause if you are, then they're really missing out, whoever you're trying to woo if you are doing that. I get it though, at this age, it's terrible difficult finding anyone.

[higurumi]

He shakes head.

I'm too busy for this. Someone would have to come knocking and ask me out, but the only love letters I get are from the landlord or the court. Even if someone didn't mind my lack of time, dating a non-sorcerer sounds bothersome... Too many questions I couldn't answer.

He glances at the guest and sighs.

If you know someone desperate, I'm pretty much first come, first served. I'd marry an old fart to get the inheritance– Maybe that's not a bad idea, huh.

He's now deep in thought. Wiping a crusty ass for a fat check wouldn't be the dirtiest he got his hands.

[eveningbluemoon]

"I'm desperate! Me!! Me!!" Kusakabe swats away the down terrible thoughts in his mind as he thinks this, trying not to let it show in his head.

"I see." He says instead, laughing a little. Ah, well, means Higuruma isn't up for grabs unless it's money related-- which is understandable, he'll have to come to terms with that on his own time. Better he heard this now than before he'd truly do anything stupid to win the man over... that defeatist tendency of his truly is what makes him do the dumbest things.

"Shouldn't give up so soon on real love, though. Hey, you might find someone who's absolutely head over heels with you one day." Kusakabe shakes his head as he smirks into the cup, finishing his tea. His sister had said been the one to tell him that far too many times, and though he didn't really believe it for himself, perhaps the two siblings were more similar than he'd admit... regardless of his pessimistic view of life.

[higurumi]

He closes eyes. Real love, huh? This kind of stuff doesn't happen to people like him.

I'd be content if they just tolerated me. It's fine if I die alone too... Ah, sorry, didn't mean to sound so depressing. I can ask my folks to arrange a marriage with someone who isn't trying to strike gold. I'm afraid my charming personality is my only asset. Besides–

He turns head toward Kusakabe and gives him the most genuine smile.

You said you'll make me soup when I'm ill. I don't need a wife as long as I have you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe feels his heart stop at that. Goodness, how he'd wish to have this smile every day from now to the rest of his life and more.

"Ah. Well, if you say so."

He sets his empty cup down.

"I'll only offer soup and the occasional meal, okay? Any other 'wifely duties' and you'll have to actually start drafting out marriage certificates and contracts before we do that." He winks at him, laughing a little at his own 'joke'. His words were dangerously leaning into flirting rather than friendly little remarks...

[higurumi]

Eeh? I'm a defense attorney, not a notary. Propose to me the traditional way and I'll do anything you want, no strings attached. As long as you feed me, that is.

He looks and sounds dead serious. It's not like Kusakabe is actually interested, so it doesn't matter what he says.

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[eveningbluemoon]

Those books didn't go unnoticed in the slightest. He had to at least learn from some of Kasumi's numerous rambling about the recent couple in fiction and how cute they are and--

Unwillingly, Kusakabe had absorbed it.

"Green, please."

He answers before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a fan of romance novels?" He can't help it. It's as if he's found a small side of Hiromi he'd never expect, and he needs to know more. He wants to know more of the other man... and selfishly, he wants to know if he'll learn a bit of Higuruma's type.

[higurumi]

His hand freezes mid-air when reaching for a cup. Goodness, he didn't expect this question.

They're okay. Take my mind off... things. I think too hard reading crime or mystery of any kind.

He prepares water for the tea and joins Atsuya on the sofa, but gets up like a scalded cat a second later.

I should dress up– Sorry, I didn't expect anyone today. And... sorry for worrying you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Just for a bit, he almost felt as if their hands would overlap with one another on that couch. He tries not to be disappointed, or better yet ashamed at his own disappointed, when Higuruma stands back up.

"Ah, no, it's fine. Really, it isn't any different when we had to sleep together. Come on now."

Right, they'd all been training to take on Sukuna but a stray fight with another culling game player had made everyone more wary to pair up incase they got snuck on.

"Hey, the more casual thing you have going on isn't too bad. I'd say you look--"

Bad Kusakabe! He feels his mouth dry at nearly admitting how attractive the lawyer looked right now. Fuck, he can't stare, he can't he can't he can't

"Halfway decent. Like I told you, no need to be uptight with me. If you're expecting me to put my suit and tie on when you visit me, you'll be wholly disappointed."

He tries to hide his embarassment with lighthearted jokes.

[higurumi]

... I'd rather look all the way decent. Excuse me.

He walks to the closet, snatches random clothes and disappears behind the bathroom door. He has to lean against it for a moment to calm the heartbeat. For a single second Kusakabe's gaze felt downright lascivious and even though it had to be Higuruma's imagination, it made his body burn. He takes off the pyjamas and paces around naked, the floor tiles doing a great job at cooling him down. The permanent poker face is his only line of defense in situations like this.

He returns to the swordsman after what feels like hours – the clock argues it's been five minutes. He's wearing a white hoodie with a print of a black cat's tail sticking out of the kangaroo pocket, and black sweatpants.

Casual enough?

He asks on the way to the kitchen, and takes the previous seat after puttting a cup of tea and a plate of senbei on the table in front of Kusakabe. He doesn't know when he bought the snacks, but at least they still taste good.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe chastises himself. What kind of compliment was 'halfway decent'!? Maybe this was for the best, the man wasn't sure if he could keep his mouth shut any longer when Higuruma looked like he'd just woken up right next to him and--

In the five minutes he was gone, he lightly taps his face. Snap out of it: "the man invites you to his house and serves you tea, and all you can think about it how he looks!?"

"I only ever see you in your white button up and suit, wasn't aware you had a whole 'nother wardrobe."

He laughs a little, taking his cup. FUCK!! Maybe it's much worse than he thought because Higuruma looks like another different category cute.

Higuruma was maddeningly close, yet just far enough. That was how it had been in Shinjuku and subsequent encounters... and if it was up to Kusakabe, he'd keep it like this forever because it isn't too bad, is it?

"You look nice."

And the words slip before he can stop it, but he chooses to sip on his tea and ignore whatever expression Higuruma makes... if ever.

[higurumi]

He can feel his face heat up. Really, this is all it takes? A compliment out of politeness is enough to make you blush? This is bad.

... Thank you. You too. I mean, you always do.

He mumbles, fidgeting with hands. What now? Should they talk? Should they sit in silence? He tries to remember the conversation starters he found. Then again, Kusakabe didn't seem to like them... What would be a Higuruma-like question? What does he really want to know?

Are you single?

He blurts out before his thought finishes. Great, now you've done it. He freezes and waits for the answer like for a sentence. Trying to retract the words would be even more suspicious now.

[eveningbluemoon]

Before he can truly appreciate and let it sink in that Higuruma had complimented him, he feels hisn jaw drop at the question. Huh? HUH?!

What was a man supposed to think? He was just making small talk, this was something friends discussed early on-- I mean, who doesn't know their friend's love life...!

A dry laugh leaves him as he picks his jaw back up and tries to go back to drinking his tea.

"I'm single. Haha, no surprise there. Hard to, uh, find anyone in the same field of work or anyone to really dump this kinda work outside it. So... yeah."

This is awkward. So very awkward.

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

Besides... Kusakabe could only really see his own flaws. He wouldn't let his partner pick up his slack or deal with the baggage piling up since even before Shibuya and Shinjuku respectively.

[higurumi]

He blinks.

I wouldn't ask if it was. Well, I guess if you weren't you'd be with your girlfriend, not here, but it still is surprising. Less so knowing the reason... No sorcerer caught your eye?

He momentarily forgets the self-serving intent of the question, genuinely curious why a man like Kusakabe isn't taken. Surely work can't be the only obstacle.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. He'd deny it over and over again if he could, but the way his heart races and seems to hold such a fond view of Higuruma... it's too difficult to deny. At least to himself.

"I..."

He looks at Higuruma.

"Well, even I had. I'm not really a big catch myself, so I don't actually... you know... "

He averts his gaze. He doesn't want to stare for any longer

[higurumi]

He tilts head, studying Kusakabe's reactions. How odd.

What do you mean? You're smart, handsome, kind, good with children too. I can't come up with anything else I'd look for myself.

He looks away and shrugs.

Not that my opinion matters. I don't know how people choose their dates.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe felt his face heat up. What the hell? Was Higuruma trying to get him to fall for him? Whatever it was, it made Kusakabe's stomach tighten.

He knew better than to read too into it. Any more, and maybe he'd believe the man had fallen for him with those description alone.

"Haha, your opinion matters. Nice to get an unbiased opinion."

He reassures. Higuruma and biased went hand in hand when it came to Kusakabe, unfortunately.

"And I'm getting up in the age. Not much sorcerers I've been assigned with are really my type. Except..."

He coughs. Except the guy they made him train with him against Sukuna, the brilliant shinung star who he'd have never met if not for the Culling Games making them share their world.

"What about you?"

[higurumi]

He raises eyebrows. Except...? The curiosity gets sniped with the following question.

What about me? I can't say if I'm your type.

[eveningbluemoon]

"N-no--! I meant-- well...!!"

He awkwardly laughs.

"You're a jokester, you...! I meant if any sorcer-- well, anyone, I mean, has caught your eyes!! Or-- well, sorry, that was presumptous of me, are you even single?"

[higurumi]

At first, Hiromi stares. Is this guy for real? He thinks he's obvious, but I'm not? Unable to detect a prank, he decides to make a presentation. He finds his phone and places it in front of Kusakabe for easy view. The wallpaper – a photo of train schedule – disappears behind a contact list. There's a whole lot of numbers, but when Higuruma taps to hide the ones flagged as "work" or "family", only two remain – "Itadori 👻" and "Kusakabe 🍭".

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. Oh.

Ah, well... okay. That's... understandable.

He leans back on the couch, sipping his tea.

You looking for a lover? 'Cause if you are, then they're really missing out, whoever you're trying to woo if you are doing that. I get it though, at this age, it's terrible difficult finding anyone.

[higurumi]

He shakes head.

I'm too busy for this. Someone would have to come knocking and ask me out, but the only love letters I get are from the landlord or the court. Even if someone didn't mind my lack of time, dating a non-sorcerer sounds bothersome... Too many questions I couldn't answer.

He glances at the guest and sighs.

If you know someone desperate, I'm pretty much first come, first served. I'd marry an old fart to get the inheritance– Maybe that's not a bad idea, huh.

He's now deep in thought. Wiping a crusty ass for a fat check wouldn't be the dirtiest he got his hands.

[eveningbluemoon]

"I'm desperate! Me!! Me!!" Kusakabe swats away the down terrible thoughts in his mind as he thinks this, trying not to let it show in his head.

"I see." He says instead, laughing a little. Ah, well, means Higuruma isn't up for grabs unless it's money related-- which is understandable, he'll have to come to terms with that on his own time. Better he heard this now than before he'd truly do anything stupid to win the man over... that defeatist tendency of his truly is what makes him do the dumbest things.

"Shouldn't give up so soon on real love, though. Hey, you might find someone who's absolutely head over heels with you one day." Kusakabe shakes his head as he smirks into the cup, finishing his tea. His sister had said been the one to tell him that far too many times, and though he didn't really believe it for himself, perhaps the two siblings were more similar than he'd admit... regardless of his pessimistic view of life.

[higurumi]

He closes eyes. Real love, huh? This kind of stuff doesn't happen to people like him.

I'd be content if they just tolerated me. It's fine if I die alone too... Ah, sorry, didn't mean to sound so depressing. I can ask my folks to arrange a marriage with someone who isn't trying to strike gold. I'm afraid my charming personality is my only asset. Besides–

He turns head toward Kusakabe and gives him the most genuine smile.

You said you'll make me soup when I'm ill. I don't need a wife as long as I have you.

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[eveningbluemoon]

Those books didn't go unnoticed in the slightest. He had to at least learn from some of Kasumi's numerous rambling about the recent couple in fiction and how cute they are and--

Unwillingly, Kusakabe had absorbed it.

"Green, please."

He answers before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a fan of romance novels?" He can't help it. It's as if he's found a small side of Hiromi he'd never expect, and he needs to know more. He wants to know more of the other man... and selfishly, he wants to know if he'll learn a bit of Higuruma's type.

[higurumi]

His hand freezes mid-air when reaching for a cup. Goodness, he didn't expect this question.

They're okay. Take my mind off... things. I think too hard reading crime or mystery of any kind.

He prepares water for the tea and joins Atsuya on the sofa, but gets up like a scalded cat a second later.

I should dress up– Sorry, I didn't expect anyone today. And... sorry for worrying you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Just for a bit, he almost felt as if their hands would overlap with one another on that couch. He tries not to be disappointed, or better yet ashamed at his own disappointed, when Higuruma stands back up.

"Ah, no, it's fine. Really, it isn't any different when we had to sleep together. Come on now."

Right, they'd all been training to take on Sukuna but a stray fight with another culling game player had made everyone more wary to pair up incase they got snuck on.

"Hey, the more casual thing you have going on isn't too bad. I'd say you look--"

Bad Kusakabe! He feels his mouth dry at nearly admitting how attractive the lawyer looked right now. Fuck, he can't stare, he can't he can't he can't

"Halfway decent. Like I told you, no need to be uptight with me. If you're expecting me to put my suit and tie on when you visit me, you'll be wholly disappointed."

He tries to hide his embarassment with lighthearted jokes.

[higurumi]

... I'd rather look all the way decent. Excuse me.

He walks to the closet, snatches random clothes and disappears behind the bathroom door. He has to lean against it for a moment to calm the heartbeat. For a single second Kusakabe's gaze felt downright lascivious and even though it had to be Higuruma's imagination, it made his body burn. He takes off the pyjamas and paces around naked, the floor tiles doing a great job at cooling him down. The permanent poker face is his only line of defense in situations like this.

He returns to the swordsman after what feels like hours – the clock argues it's been five minutes. He's wearing a white hoodie with a print of a black cat's tail sticking out of the kangaroo pocket, and black sweatpants.

Casual enough?

He asks on the way to the kitchen, and takes the previous seat after puttting a cup of tea and a plate of senbei on the table in front of Kusakabe. He doesn't know when he bought the snacks, but at least they still taste good.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe chastises himself. What kind of compliment was 'halfway decent'!? Maybe this was for the best, the man wasn't sure if he could keep his mouth shut any longer when Higuruma looked like he'd just woken up right next to him and--

In the five minutes he was gone, he lightly taps his face. Snap out of it: "the man invites you to his house and serves you tea, and all you can think about it how he looks!?"

"I only ever see you in your white button up and suit, wasn't aware you had a whole 'nother wardrobe."

He laughs a little, taking his cup. FUCK!! Maybe it's much worse than he thought because Higuruma looks like another different category cute.

Higuruma was maddeningly close, yet just far enough. That was how it had been in Shinjuku and subsequent encounters... and if it was up to Kusakabe, he'd keep it like this forever because it isn't too bad, is it?

"You look nice."

And the words slip before he can stop it, but he chooses to sip on his tea and ignore whatever expression Higuruma makes... if ever.

[higurumi]

He can feel his face heat up. Really, this is all it takes? A compliment out of politeness is enough to make you blush? This is bad.

... Thank you. You too. I mean, you always do.

He mumbles, fidgeting with hands. What now? Should they talk? Should they sit in silence? He tries to remember the conversation starters he found. Then again, Kusakabe didn't seem to like them... What would be a Higuruma-like question? What does he really want to know?

Are you single?

He blurts out before his thought finishes. Great, now you've done it. He freezes and waits for the answer like for a sentence. Trying to retract the words would be even more suspicious now.

[eveningbluemoon]

Before he can truly appreciate and let it sink in that Higuruma had complimented him, he feels hisn jaw drop at the question. Huh? HUH?!

What was a man supposed to think? He was just making small talk, this was something friends discussed early on-- I mean, who doesn't know their friend's love life...!

A dry laugh leaves him as he picks his jaw back up and tries to go back to drinking his tea.

"I'm single. Haha, no surprise there. Hard to, uh, find anyone in the same field of work or anyone to really dump this kinda work outside it. So... yeah."

This is awkward. So very awkward.

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

Besides... Kusakabe could only really see his own flaws. He wouldn't let his partner pick up his slack or deal with the baggage piling up since even before Shibuya and Shinjuku respectively.

[higurumi]

He blinks.

I wouldn't ask if it was. Well, I guess if you weren't you'd be with your girlfriend, not here, but it still is surprising. Less so knowing the reason... No sorcerer caught your eye?

He momentarily forgets the self-serving intent of the question, genuinely curious why a man like Kusakabe isn't taken. Surely work can't be the only obstacle.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. He'd deny it over and over again if he could, but the way his heart races and seems to hold such a fond view of Higuruma... it's too difficult to deny. At least to himself.

"I..."

He looks at Higuruma.

"Well, even I had. I'm not really a big catch myself, so I don't actually... you know... "

He averts his gaze. He doesn't want to stare for any longer

[higurumi]

He tilts head, studying Kusakabe's reactions. How odd.

What do you mean? You're smart, handsome, kind, good with children too. I can't come up with anything else I'd look for myself.

He looks away and shrugs.

Not that my opinion matters. I don't know how people choose their dates.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe felt his face heat up. What the hell? Was Higuruma trying to get him to fall for him? Whatever it was, it made Kusakabe's stomach tighten.

He knew better than to read too into it. Any more, and maybe he'd believe the man had fallen for him with those description alone.

"Haha, your opinion matters. Nice to get an unbiased opinion."

He reassures. Higuruma and biased went hand in hand when it came to Kusakabe, unfortunately.

"And I'm getting up in the age. Not much sorcerers I've been assigned with are really my type. Except..."

He coughs. Except the guy they made him train with him against Sukuna, the brilliant shinung star who he'd have never met if not for the Culling Games making them share their world.

"What about you?"

[higurumi]

He raises eyebrows. Except...? The curiosity gets sniped with the following question.

What about me? I can't say if I'm your type.

[eveningbluemoon]

"N-no--! I meant-- well...!!"

He awkwardly laughs.

"You're a jokester, you...! I meant if any sorcer-- well, anyone, I mean, has caught your eyes!! Or-- well, sorry, that was presumptous of me, are you even single?"

[higurumi]

At first, Hiromi stares. Is this guy for real? He thinks he's obvious, but I'm not? Unable to detect a prank, he decides to make a presentation. He finds his phone and places it in front of Kusakabe for easy view. The wallpaper – a photo of train schedule – disappears behind a contact list. There's a whole lot of numbers, but when Higuruma taps to hide the ones flagged as "work" or "family", only two remain – "Itadori 👻" and "Kusakabe 🍭".

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. Oh.

Ah, well... okay. That's... understandable.

He leans back on the couch, sipping his tea.

You looking for a lover? 'Cause if you are, then they're really missing out, whoever you're trying to woo if you are doing that. I get it though, at this age, it's terrible difficult finding anyone.

[higurumi]

He shakes head.

I'm too busy for this. Someone would have to come knocking and ask me out, but the only love letters I get are from the landlord or the court. Even if someone didn't mind my lack of time, dating a non-sorcerer sounds bothersome... Too many questions I couldn't answer.

He glances at the guest and sighs.

If you know someone desperate, I'm pretty much first come, first served. I'd marry an old fart to get the inheritance– Maybe that's not a bad idea, huh.

He's now deep in thought. Wiping a crusty ass for a fat check wouldn't be the dirtiest he got his hands.

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[eveningbluemoon]

Those books didn't go unnoticed in the slightest. He had to at least learn from some of Kasumi's numerous rambling about the recent couple in fiction and how cute they are and--

Unwillingly, Kusakabe had absorbed it.

"Green, please."

He answers before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a fan of romance novels?" He can't help it. It's as if he's found a small side of Hiromi he'd never expect, and he needs to know more. He wants to know more of the other man... and selfishly, he wants to know if he'll learn a bit of Higuruma's type.

[higurumi]

His hand freezes mid-air when reaching for a cup. Goodness, he didn't expect this question.

They're okay. Take my mind off... things. I think too hard reading crime or mystery of any kind.

He prepares water for the tea and joins Atsuya on the sofa, but gets up like a scalded cat a second later.

I should dress up– Sorry, I didn't expect anyone today. And... sorry for worrying you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Just for a bit, he almost felt as if their hands would overlap with one another on that couch. He tries not to be disappointed, or better yet ashamed at his own disappointed, when Higuruma stands back up.

"Ah, no, it's fine. Really, it isn't any different when we had to sleep together. Come on now."

Right, they'd all been training to take on Sukuna but a stray fight with another culling game player had made everyone more wary to pair up incase they got snuck on.

"Hey, the more casual thing you have going on isn't too bad. I'd say you look--"

Bad Kusakabe! He feels his mouth dry at nearly admitting how attractive the lawyer looked right now. Fuck, he can't stare, he can't he can't he can't

"Halfway decent. Like I told you, no need to be uptight with me. If you're expecting me to put my suit and tie on when you visit me, you'll be wholly disappointed."

He tries to hide his embarassment with lighthearted jokes.

[higurumi]

... I'd rather look all the way decent. Excuse me.

He walks to the closet, snatches random clothes and disappears behind the bathroom door. He has to lean against it for a moment to calm the heartbeat. For a single second Kusakabe's gaze felt downright lascivious and even though it had to be Higuruma's imagination, it made his body burn. He takes off the pyjamas and paces around naked, the floor tiles doing a great job at cooling him down. The permanent poker face is his only line of defense in situations like this.

He returns to the swordsman after what feels like hours – the clock argues it's been five minutes. He's wearing a white hoodie with a print of a black cat's tail sticking out of the kangaroo pocket, and black sweatpants.

Casual enough?

He asks on the way to the kitchen, and takes the previous seat after puttting a cup of tea and a plate of senbei on the table in front of Kusakabe. He doesn't know when he bought the snacks, but at least they still taste good.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe chastises himself. What kind of compliment was 'halfway decent'!? Maybe this was for the best, the man wasn't sure if he could keep his mouth shut any longer when Higuruma looked like he'd just woken up right next to him and--

In the five minutes he was gone, he lightly taps his face. Snap out of it: "the man invites you to his house and serves you tea, and all you can think about it how he looks!?"

"I only ever see you in your white button up and suit, wasn't aware you had a whole 'nother wardrobe."

He laughs a little, taking his cup. FUCK!! Maybe it's much worse than he thought because Higuruma looks like another different category cute.

Higuruma was maddeningly close, yet just far enough. That was how it had been in Shinjuku and subsequent encounters... and if it was up to Kusakabe, he'd keep it like this forever because it isn't too bad, is it?

"You look nice."

And the words slip before he can stop it, but he chooses to sip on his tea and ignore whatever expression Higuruma makes... if ever.

[higurumi]

He can feel his face heat up. Really, this is all it takes? A compliment out of politeness is enough to make you blush? This is bad.

... Thank you. You too. I mean, you always do.

He mumbles, fidgeting with hands. What now? Should they talk? Should they sit in silence? He tries to remember the conversation starters he found. Then again, Kusakabe didn't seem to like them... What would be a Higuruma-like question? What does he really want to know?

Are you single?

He blurts out before his thought finishes. Great, now you've done it. He freezes and waits for the answer like for a sentence. Trying to retract the words would be even more suspicious now.

[eveningbluemoon]

Before he can truly appreciate and let it sink in that Higuruma had complimented him, he feels hisn jaw drop at the question. Huh? HUH?!

What was a man supposed to think? He was just making small talk, this was something friends discussed early on-- I mean, who doesn't know their friend's love life...!

A dry laugh leaves him as he picks his jaw back up and tries to go back to drinking his tea.

"I'm single. Haha, no surprise there. Hard to, uh, find anyone in the same field of work or anyone to really dump this kinda work outside it. So... yeah."

This is awkward. So very awkward.

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

Besides... Kusakabe could only really see his own flaws. He wouldn't let his partner pick up his slack or deal with the baggage piling up since even before Shibuya and Shinjuku respectively.

[higurumi]

He blinks.

I wouldn't ask if it was. Well, I guess if you weren't you'd be with your girlfriend, not here, but it still is surprising. Less so knowing the reason... No sorcerer caught your eye?

He momentarily forgets the self-serving intent of the question, genuinely curious why a man like Kusakabe isn't taken. Surely work can't be the only obstacle.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. He'd deny it over and over again if he could, but the way his heart races and seems to hold such a fond view of Higuruma... it's too difficult to deny. At least to himself.

"I..."

He looks at Higuruma.

"Well, even I had. I'm not really a big catch myself, so I don't actually... you know... "

He averts his gaze. He doesn't want to stare for any longer

[higurumi]

He tilts head, studying Kusakabe's reactions. How odd.

What do you mean? You're smart, handsome, kind, good with children too. I can't come up with anything else I'd look for myself.

He looks away and shrugs.

Not that my opinion matters. I don't know how people choose their dates.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe felt his face heat up. What the hell? Was Higuruma trying to get him to fall for him? Whatever it was, it made Kusakabe's stomach tighten.

He knew better than to read too into it. Any more, and maybe he'd believe the man had fallen for him with those description alone.

"Haha, your opinion matters. Nice to get an unbiased opinion."

He reassures. Higuruma and biased went hand in hand when it came to Kusakabe, unfortunately.

"And I'm getting up in the age. Not much sorcerers I've been assigned with are really my type. Except..."

He coughs. Except the guy they made him train with him against Sukuna, the brilliant shinung star who he'd have never met if not for the Culling Games making them share their world.

"What about you?"

[higurumi]

He raises eyebrows. Except...? The curiosity gets sniped with the following question.

What about me? I can't say if I'm your type.

[eveningbluemoon]

"N-no--! I meant-- well...!!"

He awkwardly laughs.

"You're a jokester, you...! I meant if any sorcer-- well, anyone, I mean, has caught your eyes!! Or-- well, sorry, that was presumptous of me, are you even single?"

[higurumi]

At first, Hiromi stares. Is this guy for real? He thinks he's obvious, but I'm not? Unable to detect a prank, he decides to make a presentation. He finds his phone and places it in front of Kusakabe for easy view. The wallpaper – a photo of train schedule – disappears behind a contact list. There's a whole lot of numbers, but when Higuruma taps to hide the ones flagged as "work" or "family", only two remain – "Itadori 👻" and "Kusakabe 🍭".

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[eveningbluemoon]

Those books didn't go unnoticed in the slightest. He had to at least learn from some of Kasumi's numerous rambling about the recent couple in fiction and how cute they are and--

Unwillingly, Kusakabe had absorbed it.

"Green, please."

He answers before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a fan of romance novels?" He can't help it. It's as if he's found a small side of Hiromi he'd never expect, and he needs to know more. He wants to know more of the other man... and selfishly, he wants to know if he'll learn a bit of Higuruma's type.

[higurumi]

His hand freezes mid-air when reaching for a cup. Goodness, he didn't expect this question.

They're okay. Take my mind off... things. I think too hard reading crime or mystery of any kind.

He prepares water for the tea and joins Atsuya on the sofa, but gets up like a scalded cat a second later.

I should dress up– Sorry, I didn't expect anyone today. And... sorry for worrying you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Just for a bit, he almost felt as if their hands would overlap with one another on that couch. He tries not to be disappointed, or better yet ashamed at his own disappointed, when Higuruma stands back up.

"Ah, no, it's fine. Really, it isn't any different when we had to sleep together. Come on now."

Right, they'd all been training to take on Sukuna but a stray fight with another culling game player had made everyone more wary to pair up incase they got snuck on.

"Hey, the more casual thing you have going on isn't too bad. I'd say you look--"

Bad Kusakabe! He feels his mouth dry at nearly admitting how attractive the lawyer looked right now. Fuck, he can't stare, he can't he can't he can't

"Halfway decent. Like I told you, no need to be uptight with me. If you're expecting me to put my suit and tie on when you visit me, you'll be wholly disappointed."

He tries to hide his embarassment with lighthearted jokes.

[higurumi]

... I'd rather look all the way decent. Excuse me.

He walks to the closet, snatches random clothes and disappears behind the bathroom door. He has to lean against it for a moment to calm the heartbeat. For a single second Kusakabe's gaze felt downright lascivious and even though it had to be Higuruma's imagination, it made his body burn. He takes off the pyjamas and paces around naked, the floor tiles doing a great job at cooling him down. The permanent poker face is his only line of defense in situations like this.

He returns to the swordsman after what feels like hours – the clock argues it's been five minutes. He's wearing a white hoodie with a print of a black cat's tail sticking out of the kangaroo pocket, and black sweatpants.

Casual enough?

He asks on the way to the kitchen, and takes the previous seat after puttting a cup of tea and a plate of senbei on the table in front of Kusakabe. He doesn't know when he bought the snacks, but at least they still taste good.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe chastises himself. What kind of compliment was 'halfway decent'!? Maybe this was for the best, the man wasn't sure if he could keep his mouth shut any longer when Higuruma looked like he'd just woken up right next to him and--

In the five minutes he was gone, he lightly taps his face. Snap out of it: "the man invites you to his house and serves you tea, and all you can think about it how he looks!?"

"I only ever see you in your white button up and suit, wasn't aware you had a whole 'nother wardrobe."

He laughs a little, taking his cup. FUCK!! Maybe it's much worse than he thought because Higuruma looks like another different category cute.

Higuruma was maddeningly close, yet just far enough. That was how it had been in Shinjuku and subsequent encounters... and if it was up to Kusakabe, he'd keep it like this forever because it isn't too bad, is it?

"You look nice."

And the words slip before he can stop it, but he chooses to sip on his tea and ignore whatever expression Higuruma makes... if ever.

[higurumi]

He can feel his face heat up. Really, this is all it takes? A compliment out of politeness is enough to make you blush? This is bad.

... Thank you. You too. I mean, you always do.

He mumbles, fidgeting with hands. What now? Should they talk? Should they sit in silence? He tries to remember the conversation starters he found. Then again, Kusakabe didn't seem to like them... What would be a Higuruma-like question? What does he really want to know?

Are you single?

He blurts out before his thought finishes. Great, now you've done it. He freezes and waits for the answer like for a sentence. Trying to retract the words would be even more suspicious now.

[eveningbluemoon]

Before he can truly appreciate and let it sink in that Higuruma had complimented him, he feels hisn jaw drop at the question. Huh? HUH?!

What was a man supposed to think? He was just making small talk, this was something friends discussed early on-- I mean, who doesn't know their friend's love life...!

A dry laugh leaves him as he picks his jaw back up and tries to go back to drinking his tea.

"I'm single. Haha, no surprise there. Hard to, uh, find anyone in the same field of work or anyone to really dump this kinda work outside it. So... yeah."

This is awkward. So very awkward.

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

Besides... Kusakabe could only really see his own flaws. He wouldn't let his partner pick up his slack or deal with the baggage piling up since even before Shibuya and Shinjuku respectively.

[higurumi]

He blinks.

I wouldn't ask if it was. Well, I guess if you weren't you'd be with your girlfriend, not here, but it still is surprising. Less so knowing the reason... No sorcerer caught your eye?

He momentarily forgets the self-serving intent of the question, genuinely curious why a man like Kusakabe isn't taken. Surely work can't be the only obstacle.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. He'd deny it over and over again if he could, but the way his heart races and seems to hold such a fond view of Higuruma... it's too difficult to deny. At least to himself.

"I..."

He looks at Higuruma.

"Well, even I had. I'm not really a big catch myself, so I don't actually... you know... "

He averts his gaze. He doesn't want to stare for any longer

[higurumi]

He tilts head, studying Kusakabe's reactions. How odd.

What do you mean? You're smart, handsome, kind, good with children too. I can't come up with anything else I'd look for myself.

He looks away and shrugs.

Not that my opinion matters. I don't know how people choose their dates.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe felt his face heat up. What the hell? Was Higuruma trying to get him to fall for him? Whatever it was, it made Kusakabe's stomach tighten.

He knew better than to read too into it. Any more, and maybe he'd believe the man had fallen for him with those description alone.

"Haha, your opinion matters. Nice to get an unbiased opinion."

He reassures. Higuruma and biased went hand in hand when it came to Kusakabe, unfortunately.

"And I'm getting up in the age. Not much sorcerers I've been assigned with are really my type. Except..."

He coughs. Except the guy they made him train with him against Sukuna, the brilliant shinung star who he'd have never met if not for the Culling Games making them share their world.

"What about you?"

[higurumi]

He raises eyebrows. Except...? The curiosity gets sniped with the following question.

What about me? I can't say if I'm your type.

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[eveningbluemoon]

Those books didn't go unnoticed in the slightest. He had to at least learn from some of Kasumi's numerous rambling about the recent couple in fiction and how cute they are and--

Unwillingly, Kusakabe had absorbed it.

"Green, please."

He answers before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a fan of romance novels?" He can't help it. It's as if he's found a small side of Hiromi he'd never expect, and he needs to know more. He wants to know more of the other man... and selfishly, he wants to know if he'll learn a bit of Higuruma's type.

[higurumi]

His hand freezes mid-air when reaching for a cup. Goodness, he didn't expect this question.

They're okay. Take my mind off... things. I think too hard reading crime or mystery of any kind.

He prepares water for the tea and joins Atsuya on the sofa, but gets up like a scalded cat a second later.

I should dress up– Sorry, I didn't expect anyone today. And... sorry for worrying you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Just for a bit, he almost felt as if their hands would overlap with one another on that couch. He tries not to be disappointed, or better yet ashamed at his own disappointed, when Higuruma stands back up.

"Ah, no, it's fine. Really, it isn't any different when we had to sleep together. Come on now."

Right, they'd all been training to take on Sukuna but a stray fight with another culling game player had made everyone more wary to pair up incase they got snuck on.

"Hey, the more casual thing you have going on isn't too bad. I'd say you look--"

Bad Kusakabe! He feels his mouth dry at nearly admitting how attractive the lawyer looked right now. Fuck, he can't stare, he can't he can't he can't

"Halfway decent. Like I told you, no need to be uptight with me. If you're expecting me to put my suit and tie on when you visit me, you'll be wholly disappointed."

He tries to hide his embarassment with lighthearted jokes.

[higurumi]

... I'd rather look all the way decent. Excuse me.

He walks to the closet, snatches random clothes and disappears behind the bathroom door. He has to lean against it for a moment to calm the heartbeat. For a single second Kusakabe's gaze felt downright lascivious and even though it had to be Higuruma's imagination, it made his body burn. He takes off the pyjamas and paces around naked, the floor tiles doing a great job at cooling him down. The permanent poker face is his only line of defense in situations like this.

He returns to the swordsman after what feels like hours – the clock argues it's been five minutes. He's wearing a white hoodie with a print of a black cat's tail sticking out of the kangaroo pocket, and black sweatpants.

Casual enough?

He asks on the way to the kitchen, and takes the previous seat after puttting a cup of tea and a plate of senbei on the table in front of Kusakabe. He doesn't know when he bought the snacks, but at least they still taste good.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe chastises himself. What kind of compliment was 'halfway decent'!? Maybe this was for the best, the man wasn't sure if he could keep his mouth shut any longer when Higuruma looked like he'd just woken up right next to him and--

In the five minutes he was gone, he lightly taps his face. Snap out of it: "the man invites you to his house and serves you tea, and all you can think about it how he looks!?"

"I only ever see you in your white button up and suit, wasn't aware you had a whole 'nother wardrobe."

He laughs a little, taking his cup. FUCK!! Maybe it's much worse than he thought because Higuruma looks like another different category cute.

Higuruma was maddeningly close, yet just far enough. That was how it had been in Shinjuku and subsequent encounters... and if it was up to Kusakabe, he'd keep it like this forever because it isn't too bad, is it?

"You look nice."

And the words slip before he can stop it, but he chooses to sip on his tea and ignore whatever expression Higuruma makes... if ever.

[higurumi]

He can feel his face heat up. Really, this is all it takes? A compliment out of politeness is enough to make you blush? This is bad.

... Thank you. You too. I mean, you always do.

He mumbles, fidgeting with hands. What now? Should they talk? Should they sit in silence? He tries to remember the conversation starters he found. Then again, Kusakabe didn't seem to like them... What would be a Higuruma-like question? What does he really want to know?

Are you single?

He blurts out before his thought finishes. Great, now you've done it. He freezes and waits for the answer like for a sentence. Trying to retract the words would be even more suspicious now.

[eveningbluemoon]

Before he can truly appreciate and let it sink in that Higuruma had complimented him, he feels hisn jaw drop at the question. Huh? HUH?!

What was a man supposed to think? He was just making small talk, this was something friends discussed early on-- I mean, who doesn't know their friend's love life...!

A dry laugh leaves him as he picks his jaw back up and tries to go back to drinking his tea.

"I'm single. Haha, no surprise there. Hard to, uh, find anyone in the same field of work or anyone to really dump this kinda work outside it. So... yeah."

This is awkward. So very awkward.

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

Besides... Kusakabe could only really see his own flaws. He wouldn't let his partner pick up his slack or deal with the baggage piling up since even before Shibuya and Shinjuku respectively.

[higurumi]

He blinks.

I wouldn't ask if it was. Well, I guess if you weren't you'd be with your girlfriend, not here, but it still is surprising. Less so knowing the reason... No sorcerer caught your eye?

He momentarily forgets the self-serving intent of the question, genuinely curious why a man like Kusakabe isn't taken. Surely work can't be the only obstacle.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks. He'd deny it over and over again if he could, but the way his heart races and seems to hold such a fond view of Higuruma... it's too difficult to deny. At least to himself.

"I..."

He looks at Higuruma.

"Well, even I had. I'm not really a big catch myself, so I don't actually... you know... "

He averts his gaze. He doesn't want to stare for any longer

[higurumi]

He tilts head, studying Kusakabe's reactions. How odd.

What do you mean? You're smart, handsome, kind, good with children too. I can't come up with anything else I'd look for myself.

He looks away and shrugs.

Not that my opinion matters. I don't know how people choose their dates.

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[eveningbluemoon]

Those books didn't go unnoticed in the slightest. He had to at least learn from some of Kasumi's numerous rambling about the recent couple in fiction and how cute they are and--

Unwillingly, Kusakabe had absorbed it.

"Green, please."

He answers before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a fan of romance novels?" He can't help it. It's as if he's found a small side of Hiromi he'd never expect, and he needs to know more. He wants to know more of the other man... and selfishly, he wants to know if he'll learn a bit of Higuruma's type.

[higurumi]

His hand freezes mid-air when reaching for a cup. Goodness, he didn't expect this question.

They're okay. Take my mind off... things. I think too hard reading crime or mystery of any kind.

He prepares water for the tea and joins Atsuya on the sofa, but gets up like a scalded cat a second later.

I should dress up– Sorry, I didn't expect anyone today. And... sorry for worrying you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Just for a bit, he almost felt as if their hands would overlap with one another on that couch. He tries not to be disappointed, or better yet ashamed at his own disappointed, when Higuruma stands back up.

"Ah, no, it's fine. Really, it isn't any different when we had to sleep together. Come on now."

Right, they'd all been training to take on Sukuna but a stray fight with another culling game player had made everyone more wary to pair up incase they got snuck on.

"Hey, the more casual thing you have going on isn't too bad. I'd say you look--"

Bad Kusakabe! He feels his mouth dry at nearly admitting how attractive the lawyer looked right now. Fuck, he can't stare, he can't he can't he can't

"Halfway decent. Like I told you, no need to be uptight with me. If you're expecting me to put my suit and tie on when you visit me, you'll be wholly disappointed."

He tries to hide his embarassment with lighthearted jokes.

[higurumi]

... I'd rather look all the way decent. Excuse me.

He walks to the closet, snatches random clothes and disappears behind the bathroom door. He has to lean against it for a moment to calm the heartbeat. For a single second Kusakabe's gaze felt downright lascivious and even though it had to be Higuruma's imagination, it made his body burn. He takes off the pyjamas and paces around naked, the floor tiles doing a great job at cooling him down. The permanent poker face is his only line of defense in situations like this.

He returns to the swordsman after what feels like hours – the clock argues it's been five minutes. He's wearing a white hoodie with a print of a black cat's tail sticking out of the kangaroo pocket, and black sweatpants.

Casual enough?

He asks on the way to the kitchen, and takes the previous seat after puttting a cup of tea and a plate of senbei on the table in front of Kusakabe. He doesn't know when he bought the snacks, but at least they still taste good.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe chastises himself. What kind of compliment was 'halfway decent'!? Maybe this was for the best, the man wasn't sure if he could keep his mouth shut any longer when Higuruma looked like he'd just woken up right next to him and--

In the five minutes he was gone, he lightly taps his face. Snap out of it: "the man invites you to his house and serves you tea, and all you can think about it how he looks!?"

"I only ever see you in your white button up and suit, wasn't aware you had a whole 'nother wardrobe."

He laughs a little, taking his cup. FUCK!! Maybe it's much worse than he thought because Higuruma looks like another different category cute.

Higuruma was maddeningly close, yet just far enough. That was how it had been in Shinjuku and subsequent encounters... and if it was up to Kusakabe, he'd keep it like this forever because it isn't too bad, is it?

"You look nice."

And the words slip before he can stop it, but he chooses to sip on his tea and ignore whatever expression Higuruma makes... if ever.

[higurumi]

He can feel his face heat up. Really, this is all it takes? A compliment out of politeness is enough to make you blush? This is bad.

... Thank you. You too. I mean, you always do.

He mumbles, fidgeting with hands. What now? Should they talk? Should they sit in silence? He tries to remember the conversation starters he found. Then again, Kusakabe didn't seem to like them... What would be a Higuruma-like question? What does he really want to know?

Are you single?

He blurts out before his thought finishes. Great, now you've done it. He freezes and waits for the answer like for a sentence. Trying to retract the words would be even more suspicious now.

[eveningbluemoon]

Before he can truly appreciate and let it sink in that Higuruma had complimented him, he feels hisn jaw drop at the question. Huh? HUH?!

What was a man supposed to think? He was just making small talk, this was something friends discussed early on-- I mean, who doesn't know their friend's love life...!

A dry laugh leaves him as he picks his jaw back up and tries to go back to drinking his tea.

"I'm single. Haha, no surprise there. Hard to, uh, find anyone in the same field of work or anyone to really dump this kinda work outside it. So... yeah."

This is awkward. So very awkward.

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

Besides... Kusakabe could only really see his own flaws. He wouldn't let his partner pick up his slack or deal with the baggage piling up since even before Shibuya and Shinjuku respectively.

[higurumi]

He blinks.

I wouldn't ask if it was. Well, I guess if you weren't you'd be with your girlfriend, not here, but it still is surprising. Less so knowing the reason... No sorcerer caught your eye?

He momentarily forgets the self-serving intent of the question, genuinely curious why a man like Kusakabe isn't taken. Surely work can't be the only obstacle.

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[eveningbluemoon]

Those books didn't go unnoticed in the slightest. He had to at least learn from some of Kasumi's numerous rambling about the recent couple in fiction and how cute they are and--

Unwillingly, Kusakabe had absorbed it.

"Green, please."

He answers before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a fan of romance novels?" He can't help it. It's as if he's found a small side of Hiromi he'd never expect, and he needs to know more. He wants to know more of the other man... and selfishly, he wants to know if he'll learn a bit of Higuruma's type.

[higurumi]

His hand freezes mid-air when reaching for a cup. Goodness, he didn't expect this question.

They're okay. Take my mind off... things. I think too hard reading crime or mystery of any kind.

He prepares water for the tea and joins Atsuya on the sofa, but gets up like a scalded cat a second later.

I should dress up– Sorry, I didn't expect anyone today. And... sorry for worrying you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Just for a bit, he almost felt as if their hands would overlap with one another on that couch. He tries not to be disappointed, or better yet ashamed at his own disappointed, when Higuruma stands back up.

"Ah, no, it's fine. Really, it isn't any different when we had to sleep together. Come on now."

Right, they'd all been training to take on Sukuna but a stray fight with another culling game player had made everyone more wary to pair up incase they got snuck on.

"Hey, the more casual thing you have going on isn't too bad. I'd say you look--"

Bad Kusakabe! He feels his mouth dry at nearly admitting how attractive the lawyer looked right now. Fuck, he can't stare, he can't he can't he can't

"Halfway decent. Like I told you, no need to be uptight with me. If you're expecting me to put my suit and tie on when you visit me, you'll be wholly disappointed."

He tries to hide his embarassment with lighthearted jokes.

[higurumi]

... I'd rather look all the way decent. Excuse me.

He walks to the closet, snatches random clothes and disappears behind the bathroom door. He has to lean against it for a moment to calm the heartbeat. For a single second Kusakabe's gaze felt downright lascivious and even though it had to be Higuruma's imagination, it made his body burn. He takes off the pyjamas and paces around naked, the floor tiles doing a great job at cooling him down. The permanent poker face is his only line of defense in situations like this.

He returns to the swordsman after what feels like hours – the clock argues it's been five minutes. He's wearing a white hoodie with a print of a black cat's tail sticking out of the kangaroo pocket, and black sweatpants.

Casual enough?

He asks on the way to the kitchen, and takes the previous seat after puttting a cup of tea and a plate of senbei on the table in front of Kusakabe. He doesn't know when he bought the snacks, but at least they still taste good.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe chastises himself. What kind of compliment was 'halfway decent'!? Maybe this was for the best, the man wasn't sure if he could keep his mouth shut any longer when Higuruma looked like he'd just woken up right next to him and--

In the five minutes he was gone, he lightly taps his face. Snap out of it: "the man invites you to his house and serves you tea, and all you can think about it how he looks!?"

"I only ever see you in your white button up and suit, wasn't aware you had a whole 'nother wardrobe."

He laughs a little, taking his cup. FUCK!! Maybe it's much worse than he thought because Higuruma looks like another different category cute.

Higuruma was maddeningly close, yet just far enough. That was how it had been in Shinjuku and subsequent encounters... and if it was up to Kusakabe, he'd keep it like this forever because it isn't too bad, is it?

"You look nice."

And the words slip before he can stop it, but he chooses to sip on his tea and ignore whatever expression Higuruma makes... if ever.

[higurumi]

He can feel his face heat up. Really, this is all it takes? A compliment out of politeness is enough to make you blush? This is bad.

... Thank you. You too. I mean, you always do.

He mumbles, fidgeting with hands. What now? Should they talk? Should they sit in silence? He tries to remember the conversation starters he found. Then again, Kusakabe didn't seem to like them... What would be a Higuruma-like question? What does he really want to know?

Are you single?

He blurts out before his thought finishes. Great, now you've done it. He freezes and waits for the answer like for a sentence. Trying to retract the words would be even more suspicious now.

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[eveningbluemoon]

Those books didn't go unnoticed in the slightest. He had to at least learn from some of Kasumi's numerous rambling about the recent couple in fiction and how cute they are and--

Unwillingly, Kusakabe had absorbed it.

"Green, please."

He answers before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a fan of romance novels?" He can't help it. It's as if he's found a small side of Hiromi he'd never expect, and he needs to know more. He wants to know more of the other man... and selfishly, he wants to know if he'll learn a bit of Higuruma's type.

[higurumi]

His hand freezes mid-air when reaching for a cup. Goodness, he didn't expect this question.

They're okay. Take my mind off... things. I think too hard reading crime or mystery of any kind.

He prepares water for the tea and joins Atsuya on the sofa, but gets up like a scalded cat a second later.

I should dress up– Sorry, I didn't expect anyone today. And... sorry for worrying you.

[eveningbluemoon]

Just for a bit, he almost felt as if their hands would overlap with one another on that couch. He tries not to be disappointed, or better yet ashamed at his own disappointed, when Higuruma stands back up.

"Ah, no, it's fine. Really, it isn't any different when we had to sleep together. Come on now."

Right, they'd all been training to take on Sukuna but a stray fight with another culling game player had made everyone more wary to pair up incase they got snuck on.

"Hey, the more casual thing you have going on isn't too bad. I'd say you look--"

Bad Kusakabe! He feels his mouth dry at nearly admitting how attractive the lawyer looked right now. Fuck, he can't stare, he can't he can't he can't

"Halfway decent. Like I told you, no need to be uptight with me. If you're expecting me to put my suit and tie on when you visit me, you'll be wholly disappointed."

He tries to hide his embarassment with lighthearted jokes.

[higurumi]

... I'd rather look all the way decent. Excuse me.

He walks to the closet, snatches random clothes and disappears behind the bathroom door. He has to lean against it for a moment to calm the heartbeat. For a single second Kusakabe's gaze felt downright lascivious and even though it had to be Higuruma's imagination, it made his body burn. He takes off the pyjamas and paces around naked, the floor tiles doing a great job at cooling him down. The permanent poker face is his only line of defense in situations like this.

He returns to the swordsman after what feels like hours – the clock argues it's been five minutes. He's wearing a white hoodie with a print of a black cat's tail sticking out of the kangaroo pocket, and black sweatpants.

Casual enough?

He asks on the way to the kitchen, and takes the previous seat after puttting a cup of tea and a plate of senbei on the table in front of Kusakabe. He doesn't know when he bought the snacks, but at least they still taste good.

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[eveningbluemoon]

Those books didn't go unnoticed in the slightest. He had to at least learn from some of Kasumi's numerous rambling about the recent couple in fiction and how cute they are and--

Unwillingly, Kusakabe had absorbed it.

"Green, please."

He answers before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a fan of romance novels?" He can't help it. It's as if he's found a small side of Hiromi he'd never expect, and he needs to know more. He wants to know more of the other man... and selfishly, he wants to know if he'll learn a bit of Higuruma's type.

[higurumi]

His hand freezes mid-air when reaching for a cup. Goodness, he didn't expect this question.

They're okay. Take my mind off... things. I think too hard reading crime or mystery of any kind.

He prepares water for the tea and joins Atsuya on the sofa, but gets up like a scalded cat a second later.

I should dress up– Sorry, I didn't expect anyone today. And... sorry for worrying you.

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.

[eveningbluemoon]

...well, he surely wasn't going to decline.

"Well, can't turn down a friend. I was just lazing around talking to you, so... I wouldn't mind spending my afternoon having some tea. Thank you, I appreciate it."

He enunciates this before giving Higuruma two light pats on his back. Just drive the knife into the wedge even deeper, why don't you?

[higurumi]

He wobbles under Kusakabe's hand like a scarecrow getting set up in the field. Did the man catch the lingering glances and chasing his touch whenever they sparred? This is embarrassing. He'd rather be flat out rejected.

He leads him to the living room and takes a turn to the open kitchen in the same area. It's a simple studio apartment with a bathroom, all Higuruma's belongings within the guest's field of view. There are no decorations aside from a few cacti, all shelves occupied by books, thick law volumes testing the maximum capacity of the furniture. Looking more closely, Kusakabe can recognise some famous romance novels and literary fiction squeezed in.

Black or green?

[higurumi]

... There's knocking at his door. Frantic knocking.

He almost jumps. He chose to have a lazy Sunday for once and spent the whole day in bed, texting Kusakabe. The swordsman didn't answer the last question, so Higuruma flopped back under the sheets... Perhaps he dozed off, the sudden noise startling him. He only straightens his pyjamas and runs fingers through unkept hair before opening the door, not caring about the appearance in front of what, a postman? They'll survive his half-unbuttoned shirt and a stubble.

[eveningbluemoon]

...

Well, Kusakabe wasn't expecting the sight but it sure stops him dead in his tracks. He forces the thoughts out of his head, though the prospect of Higuruma being on the verge of death didn't look so real now getting a look at him. Cursed energy was fine, if not a litttle sloppy. Didn't have immediately obvious injuries either.

Without even asking, he puts the back of his hand to Hiromi's head. No significant heat either.

He frowns. He's not too winded given his own state, but he'd almost caught a ticket and accidentally slammed into some random stranger on the way.

"...were you fucking with me? You don't look like you're dying."

[higurumi]

His jaw drops. This is not a postman. It's someone who should see him at his absolute best only. Shitshitshit–

Wait. What is he saying?

Dying?... I don't recall fucking with you, Kusakabe-san–

He frowns and grabs chin, thinking. Nah, there's no way he'd miss that.

Nah, there's no way I'd miss that.

[eveningbluemoon]

Kusakabe blinks.

"No, you were texting me. And you said... here, right here."

He grabs his phone from his pocket, scrolling not too far.

"What's this about dying? You had me all worried and... you're just in your..."

He coughs, averting his gaze. Stop staring. Don't be weird.

[higurumi]

He looks at the screen.

I was joking.

He states matter-of-factly with a perfect straight face, gaze shifting to Kusakabe's eyes.

Did you bring soup?

[eveningbluemoon]

"Those kind of jokes aren't funny, Higuruma."

Not when that felt like such a reality not so long ago.

There's a bit of an unforseen sting in his voice, even when he tries not to stare too much at the sight before him. Whatever upset the other could incurr was severely dulled with his appearance. Goodness. Kusakabe, think straight for once...!

He shakes his head.

"You don't bring soup to the dead... so, no. Next time."

He replies with a smaller, more playful tone. Does he ask Higuruma if he plans to invite him in? He didn't have anything else to do today but he's already here. This was awkward, chatting by the door frame like this.

[higurumi]

Good enough soup can bring you back from the dead.

He takes a step back. Should he invite the man inside? He's not in the most guest receiving attire, but it's not something friends care about, is it? Kusakabe made sure them being friends sank in, calling them that again and again... And again. Higuruma takes a deep breath.

Want tea? Coffee? Only instant though.