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I Choose You (Chapter 2)

Characters: Tamamori, Miyata Pairing(s): Miyata/Tamamori Rating: PG Words: 759 Summary: AU. After a short meeting, Miyata and Tamamori go on a date.

The date went as any date would usually go. At least that's what Miyata assumed since his only knowledge of dating was from the anime he watched.

At 3pm, Tamamori came over to his place, somehow looking more amazing than he had a couple of days before. This only added to Miyata's nervousness, fumbling with his keys as he tried to lock the door, knowing that Tamamori's eyes never left him.

Tamamori decided on where their date would be, keeping it a secret until they got there. An amusement park. "I'm really scared of heights," he admitted, looking around at all the rides. He hadn't been to an amusement park since he was a child, leaving him clueless but excited.

"Would you get on a ride with me, even if it was high up, Miyacchi?" Tamamori asked, his hand bumping against Miyata's own, seemingly unbothered by the sweat from Miyata's palm.

The nickname took Miyata by surprise and he nodded without another thought, focusing only on the way Tamamori said his name. They had only just met yet he found himself completely drawn to the other man, ready to agree to anything he asked. It was a first for him and the realization was slightly frightening, more frightening then the roller coaster Tamamori wanted to get on that left him frozen in his seat afterward.

Without asking, he would treat Miyata to whatever kind of treats he saw, always denying them when Miyata offered him some of it. "I'll get food afterwards. I'm picky," he explained, leaving Miyata feeling slightly guilty as he ate the latest treat he got.

After the first few hours, rides turned to games which turned into them sitting together at a bench, talking about whatever came to mind. Miyata learned that Tamamori loved animals and comedians which explained why he always laughed at his jokes that would've failed otherwise. Surprisingly, Tamamori was unemployed and just worked odd jobs. He never went to college or even high school and he only spoke of his mother in past tense. Miyata didn't push to know more, not wanting to bring up things that he shouldn't.

Their date had to end once the park closed, much to Miyata's disappointment, but Tamamori already decided he'd walk him back home, lengthening their time together.

"I really had fun today. I didn't know what to expect but... I'm really happy you asked me out." Miyata admitted as they slowly made their way to the door of his apartment. "Did you have fun, Tamamori-kun?" He asked, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

Tamamori nodded slowly, his small smile turning downward as he watched Miyata's hands. "You know, Tama works. Just call me Tama," Miyata nodded quickly, working on getting his door unlocked. "It was a lot of fun. Maybe we can do it again sometime?"

Miyata had just heard the click of the lock when Tamamori spoke and he abandoned his keys in the door, turning to the other with a large grin. "Really? A second date?" He asked, making sure that's what Tamamori really meant.

Instead of answering with his words, Tamamori leaned in closer to Miyata and Miyata tensed, licking over his lips nervously. This was it, the thing he was more worried about. What if he didn't kiss well? Would Tamamori be disappointed?

Tamamori's hand came up to grip Miyata's neck, tilting his head just slightly. He was cold, was he nervous too? The thought made Miyata smile, reaching up to grab Tamamori's shirt before his eyes fluttered shut.

He felt the brush of lips against his own momentarily, so quick that Miyata barely registered that it happened.

But Tamamori didn't pull away. His grip tightened, tilting Miyata's head to the side more. There wasn't a soft press of lips again, just the sudden sting of something penetrating his neck.

The tips of Miyata's fingers tingled and his ears rang but all his attention was on the dull pain in his neck and the press of Tamamori's body against his. If it weren't for the other man, he'd be on the ground.

After some time, Tamamori pulled away, both his hands on Miyata's waist to keep him up as he leaned against him. "Let's get inside," Tamamori whispered as if it was too much effort to speak louder. All Miyata could do in response was give a small noise, not quite aware of what was going on.

All he knew was when he came through, he was lying in bed, neck aching, with a semi-conscious Tamamori watching him.

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I Choose You (Chapter 1)

Characters: Tamamori, Miyata Pairing(s): Miyata/Tamamori Rating: PG Words: 478 Summary: AU. Miyata and Tamamori meet at a library.

Their first encounter seemed innocent enough. It was at a library and Miyata had his arms stacked with a variety of books from ones he needed for school to manga he hadn't had the chance to read yet. He could barely see over his stack which is what led him into running into the other man.

The other man just smiled at him an awkward smile that somehow still made Miyata's cheeks flare up but maybe it was from embarrassment since all his books were now at their feet. "I'm sorry," he mumbled out, his words slurring as he lowered himself to the ground to pick them all up, noticing that a few were on the stranger's feet. Again, he apologized and his cheeks got brighter and he worried that he may cause water damage to the book with the amount of sweat on his palms.

Another set of hands joined his own. Glancing up, he got another look at the other's face, admiring the length of his eyelashes and how sharp his eye shape was. It was almost as if he were a character straight out of a manga.

"I'm Tamamori," the stranger said suddenly, still holding the books he collected. "I can help you with these, if you'd like."

It took a moment for Miyata to figure out what he was talking about, only catching on when he noticed this man named Tamamori gesturing to the books he was currently carrying.

"Ah, oh... that's a lot of trouble, you really don't--" but his words were cut off with that kind, awkward smile again and all he could do was nod.

They took the books to a table and Tamamori invited himself, taking a seat and looking up at Miyata expectantly. Miyata wasn't opposed to some company; the only reason he was alone that day was because his friend had practice. "I'm Miyata. Miyata Toshiya," he smiled a little, taking his seat across from Tamamori. "Thank you for your help, I really appreciate it. Books get kinda heavy when you keep adding them on... I should probably stick to what I need from now on."

He was just rambling now but Tamamori didn't seem to mind, his smile growing and a small laugh escaping between plump lips. "For all the hard work I did for you," Miyata blinked, staring at Tamamori in confusion, looking between him and the stacks of books. "You can repay me with a date? If you don't want to that's fine but..." He trailed off, leaving Miyata more confused than before.

A date? With him? It was completely random and he did nothing to deserve a date not to mention he was pretty sure he wasn't attractive enough for Tamamori. But still, Miyata nodded slowly, accepting the invitation with a tentative nod. At the age of 22, Miyata got his first date.

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Epoch

Characters: Tamamori, Miyata Pairing(s): Miyata/Tamamori Rating: PG Words: 887 Summary: AU. Tamamori recalls a time when he had everything.

In a universe that was infinite and never-ending, where time didn't exist, all Tamamori had ever wished for was a companion. It was nearly impossible to describe where he was and everything in his world had been created in his own mind. For all he knew, he was immortal and millions of years could have passed since his creation, or barely a second could have gone by. Nothing existed except himself, and everything was based off of him. Tamamori couldn't even confirm that he himself was real. 

The moment that everything changed came suddenly. He was just there, as if his existence had randomly been decided; someone with similar physical traits to Tamamori (their bodies looked similar, though Tamamori had never seen his own reflection). The other being was definitely not him, nor was it a copy of him, and he had no idea where he had come from. Had he somehow, in his mind, brought something like himself into existence? There was no point in questioning something that he had no knowledge of.

The meeting, though strange and confusing, was anti-climatic. They seemed to both have knowledge of who they were, but not where they had come from or where exactly they were. All they knew was that they had both suddenly just been, with no real memories of anything before that. The other man's name was Miyata Toshiya, and it was the first name Tamamori had ever said besides his own.

Despite having no previous memories, Miyata's knowledge seemed to stretch further than Tamamori's. He knew of things and places Tamamori could never have imagined. So Miyata explained them, to the best of his abilities. Slowly, Tamamori's own world grew based on the things that were told to him. One of the first things was a beach and an ocean, but something seemed to be missing. At least, that was what Miyata had stated. And then, he described the feeling; light, but warm light. Something that glowed, called a sun.

It took a while, but Tamamori was able to create and expand his world. He had a sun that brought warmth and days, and when it went and things became darker, he had a moon. With them, they brought the passing of time and a way for Tamamori to record it.

For several days and nights after that, Tamamori enjoyed Miyata's company. They spent every moment together, even while sleeping. One of his favorite things to do was sit on the sand with Miyata as the sun went down, his head resting on the other's lap until he fell asleep there.

Every moment he spent with Miyata was precious. It was what he had always wanted, but he could have never imagined it would feel as amazing as it did. They never discussed their feelings, because there was no reason to. It was only them, and whatever happened between them felt natural and needed no explanation.

It was the evening of the seventeenth day since the sun had been created when they kissed for the first time. When Tamamori had gone to try and lay his head down on the other's lap, Miyata stopped him. After staring at each other for a moment, Miyata watching Tamamori intently and Tamamori watching him with confusion, Miyata leaned in to close the space between their lips. The act caused Tamamori's own heart to race, but he didn't complain or pull away. Something just felt right about the moment.

After the kiss, it was several more days before everything was put to an end. It happened the same way Miyata had appeared. Without warning, he was suddenly gone. Tamamori searched for the entire day, and the day after, and the day after that. The more he moved away from the beach where he and Miyata stayed, the more the world grew and developed. It didn't take long for him to realize that he was only creating more, not searching places where Miyata could have gone, and he returned to the beach.

Even with Miyata gone, the days and nights continued to pass. Now, the creation of time seemed more like a curse, reminding him of how long he had been alone. He felt an emotion he had never felt before; one that caused his chest to tighten and drops of water to pour from his eyes. It was such a strong emotion, and for a while, he wasn't able to move from his spot.

It only took a few days for him to give up hope and accept that Miyata no longer existed, or at least no longer existed in that place with him. It was many, many days after that before the awful feeling began to fade; so many days that Tamamori had lost count. With the passage of time, he grew used to being alone again, but nothing would ever be the same as before.

Much more time passed before he was able to feel appreciation again for what Miyata had given him. It had felt like a pointless burden to have everything around him without the other man there, but at least, for a little while, he was able to have what he had always wanted. In the vastness of space and the immensity of time, he had been allowed to share a moment with Miyata.

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Lovely

Characters: Tamamori, Miyata Pairing(s): Miyata/Tamamori Rating: PG Words: 360 Summary: Tamamori loves the way Miyata looks.

Waking up before he was ready, in the early morning when everything around him was still and quiet, was one of Tamamori's least favorite things. It was lonely and boring, and when he was in bed alone, he would usually attempt to go straight back to sleep.

Tonight, he wasn't alone. The presence of the body beside him distracted him even in his half-asleep state. The longer he looked at the man, the more difficult he found it to sleep. It was difficult to even stop himself from touching his sleeping face. His face looked so soft and gentle; so calm and relaxed while he slept. It was like watching him in his rawest, purest form. And he couldn't believe how beautiful he was, or the fact that he was there beside him, just his. The thoughts left him breathless for a moment.

Without thinking, he found himself pressing closer to Miyata, enjoying the warmth that quickly comforted and relaxed himself. Now that he was closer, he could enjoy every curve of the sleeping man's face and the way his eyelashes rested gently against his skin.

When Miyata began to stir and shift, Tamamori pulled away slightly, watching as the other stretched under the covers. Slowly, Miyata began to wake up and when his eyes were finally open, Tamamori scooted closer again.

"Why are you awake? Are you okay?" Miyata's voice was quiet and tired and deeper than usual.

"I'm fine," he replied simply, and the answer seemed to please Miyata enough. His eyes shut again, and for once, Tamamori didn't feel the need to shake him awake. He assumed that the other man was going straight back to sleep, but then Miyata's arms wrapped around him and he was pulled closer. Miyata's head nuzzled into the crook of his neck and Tamamori listened carefully until he heard Miyata's breathing slow and felt his body relax against him.

Tamamori knew he didn't want to be anywhere else at that moment, or at any moment. Even if he never said it aloud or tried to hide his true feelings, he knew there was no where more perfect than where he was.

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Words: 1,332 Summary: Character analysis of Tama's character from the drama Pin to Kona, Kawamura Kyonosuke. Notes: This is an essay.

 Kyonosuke was raised into a Kabuki family as a noble son and the heir. It was expected of him to become an amazing Kabuki actor, just like his father. As a child, he tried his hardest to please his father who was always critical of his acting and performances. No matter how hard he practiced, his father found reasons to criticize him. Desperate for praise from the only person he aimed to please, Kyonosuke performed and practiced even while injured. Still, he never received the recognition from his father that he craved. This led to him seeing Kabuki as a burden and obligation rather than something he loved and wanted to devote himself to. Instead of putting his all into his performances, he always performed half-heartedly. In Kabuki, it is important for the actors to show their dedication and talent in order to rise, and Kyonosuke's peers took note of his lack of motivation. This led his rival in the drama, Ichiya, to believe that he could easily surpass Kyonosuke. Along with taking away his motivation for Kabuki, his relationship with his father and the loss of his mother damaged his self-esteem, causing him to become an insecure person, especially in regards to Kabuki. Because of his actual sensitvity and in an effort hold up his own appearance as a noble son, he hid his insecurity behind confidence that seemed conceited and arrogant. This caused him to appear less kind and thoughtful than he actually was.

 On top of his relationship with his father negatively affecting his self-esteem and views of Kabuki, other events of Kyonosuke's life left him with other mental issues. His mother died while he was still young. He was then raised by his father, who was mostly out of the picture during his childhood. His father focused on his own Kabuki while Kyonosuke was forced to practice. His father would leave during performances that young Kyonosuke found important, or leave after giving him the same critics each time. With his mother gone and his father rarely there, Kyonosuke found himself alone most of the time. In the drama, after he saves Ayame from crashing her bike, he sees her leaving and assumes that she is abandoning him while he is hurt. In his head, he says, "Even after I give it everything I have, I get turned back on. Whenever it is, I am on my own," showing that he feels that even when he does his best, it's never good enough and that being abandoned has negative effects on his self-esteem. When Ayame comes back, he is honestly surprised and at a loss for words. She gets up to leave, but he grabs her arm and tells her to stay with him. Like a child, he clings to her and begs her not to leave him alone. After being left alone so often, Kyonosuke developed a fear of abandonment, which only added on to his insecurities that he tried his best to hide. In the hospital after the bike incident, Ayame teases him about what he said and he immediately jumps to his own defense and tells her not to tell anyone what he said. This shows that he is vulnerable and sees his insecurities as weaknesses that have to be hidden, because no one was ever there to help him overcome them.

 The source of Kyonosuke's motivation comes mostly from Chiba Ayame. It begins after he saves her and they leave the hospital. When they first met, Ayame insulted his performance. While walking, she explains that she has decided that, if he were to take Kabuki seriously, he would definitely lead in the Kabuki world. The statement seems to have a large affect on Kyonosuke, who has never received such a sincere compliment. Just before the event, Kyonosuke had stated that no one was actually watching his performances, but to know that someone actually pays attention to him and believes that he can do well gives him the small push he needs to make a change. After that, Kyonosuke begins undergoing a large amount of character development. Immediately after the incident, his confidence seemed to come from a genuine source (and his conceited comments become obviously more humerous) and his attitude about things took a positive turn. The positivity is short lived after he finds out that an actor that his father praises is also someone that Ayame has liked since elementary school. Kyonosuke begins acting harshly toward Ayame, upset and jealous over the fact that old feelings are holding Ayame back when she was originally going to be his motivation. His motivation seems to dissolve again, until he comes face-to-face with Ichiya. The two have a minor confrontation when Kyonosuke brings up Ayame and Ichiya insults Kyonosuke's Kabuki performances. Kyonosuke decides that Ichiya is not fit to receive Ayame's affections, and he finds motivation in competing against Ichiya in both Kabuki and romance, fueling his character development again.

 At the beginning, it seems as if Kyonosuke is selfishly persuing Ayame. It is then revealed that he had been sending flowers to Ayame under Ichiya's name to make her happy, showing signs of his selflessness. His selflessness and kindness becomes more and more apparent as the drama progresses. In the beginning, his rivalry with Ichiya is strictly that, but as they get plays together, they slowly begin to help each other (though the rivalry between them involving the romance is still there). As things move forward, Ayame frequently shows her feelings for Ichiya and states that his dreams are her dreams. In order to make Ayame happy again, Kyonosuke begins helping Ichiya in the Kabuki world even after Ichiya begins to give up, despite the fact that his own feelings are not being returned. He never forces Ayame to try and like him, but instead does kind things for her based on what he knows she likes. He gives her tickets to Kabuki shows, cooks for her while she's sick, celebrates her birthday with her, lends her his mother's kimono, and offers to let her live in his home, among other things. He also finds himself on good terms with Ichiya, close enough to be considered friends. Other than Ichiya and Ayame, he shows his kindness, selflessness, and thoughtfulness to other characters. Even when a girl that Kyonosuke knew in elementary school lies and deceives him in an attempt to use his name to bump up her own popularity as a model, Kyonosuke still compliments her and tell her that she could do well without lying despite her rudeness toward him after her plot is revealed. Though he is a thoughtful person, he is simple-minded most of the time, showing traits that are common in teenage boys (such as daydreaming of kissing Ayame often and getting excited when he thinks she likes him). Ayame describes him as someone that is a bit of an idiot, straightforward, honest, and unexpectedly genuine.

 A lonely, unmotivated person that learns to hide behind a conceited air can grow into an amazing person. As Ayame put it, Kyonosuke had a flower in him that no one else had. It just took time for him to let down his walls, embrace his strengths, and open up. In the end, he revealed his true nature as someone that was extremely genuine, generous, talented, and thoughtful; someone that could rise to the expectations placed on him and find strength in himself, no matter what difficulties were in his way.

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Cherry (Chapter 1)

Characters: Kitayama Pairing(s): Kitayama/Ohkura Rating: PG Words: 522 Summary: Kitayama buys an interesting drink. Notes: A promised fic for the lovely onionskytree.

Maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea to take a shorter route to his usual ramen place but it wasn’t too bad. Sure the streets weren’t as clean and it looked like a back alley of a shabby club, but Kitayama had no complaints. It was interesting and there were things he had never seen before, like a small stand full of bright colored bottles and a kind, older woman standing behind it. She didn’t fit the area and neither did the bright colors which was probably what drew him to the stand.

She greeted him with a smile that reminded him of his own mother’s and told him that he had never had anything like what she was selling and he didn’t doubt it. “Is it okay to pick them up?” He asked, pointing to the oddly shaped bottles. The woman nodded, smile never fading, and Kitayama reached for the impractical swirly bottle with some sort of green liquid in it. When he brought it close to his nose, the scent of kiwi filled his senses and he blinked, setting the bottle back down. Were they fruit juices? They didn’t look like normal fruit juices but that could be the charm of homemade products.

The next one he smelled was yellow and the scent reminded him of bananas. Then, behind all the rest of the bottles, a round bottle filled with a sparkly looking red liquid caught his eye. Carefully, he grabbed it, making sure not to knock anything down in the process.

Cherry. And not cherry like the candies but cherry like the actual fruit, but better. This was it, this was the one. “How much?” He asked, unable to tear his eyes away from the bottle in his hands. And for 500 yen, how could he turn it down.

He was so distracted by it, he barely heard the warning of being careful who he drank it by. Did it have alcohol in it? And he didn’t have to show an ID? Kitayama didn’t know what to be happier about; having a delicious (possibly alcoholic) cherry drink to drink or someone thinking he was over 20 and not some middle schooler.

Nodding his head, Kitayama turned away from the stand, attempting to stuff the bottle into the pocket of his jacket before giving up and holding it in his hand. Ramen could wait another day, he’d order in tonight.

The woman told him to be wise about who he drank it with, which was pretty easy to decide. With his free hand, he pulled out his phone, quickly coming upon the name he was looking for. It didn’t take long for someone to answer, sounding irritated though he could see through that; it was clearly an act put on for him.

“Hey, Tada-kun, you should make time in your busy schedule for me. I’ll make it worth your while.” Which clearly just meant alcohol and food. Ohkura couldn’t deny that offer though.

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Bad Intentions (Chapter 1)

Characters: Miyata, Tamamori Pairing(s): Miyata/Tamamori Rating: PG Words: 1,090 Summary: AU. Tamamori and Miyata are secret agents working for different organizations who one day meet up working on similar cases. Notes: Inspiration from Niykee Heaton's song Bad Intentions.

Night fell quickly on the city, everything suddenly seeming to become more still. Miyata had been waiting for the perfect chance to take important documentation from an office he was watching from a building over. Now, finally, he could retrieve the information and finish his current job. He would do well, maybe even gain more recognition within his organization. Those were his plans at least, until he noticed someone perched outside the window of the office, already making their way inside.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, fumbling with the scope he was using as he put it away quickly. He was supposed to obtain that information and now he might end up in a fight to get it.

Once he'd managed to make his way to the other building, he stepped into the office quietly. He hadn't even set his other foot on the ground when he realized the other man had already spotted him and a pistol was pointed in his direction. It was dark in the office, but Miyata could definitely see the light reflecting off of the metal of the gun and there was enough light to make out certain features of the other man. He was taller, lean with sharp features. Most definitely young as well, maybe even younger than himself.

"Put your weapons down." When Miyata had only set a gun and knife down, the man narrowed his eyes. "I know better than that. All of your weapons."

Reluctantly, Miyata placed the rest of his things on the ground and the man seemed to relax. "Were you gonna grab this?" He waved the papers in the air before putting them away in a bag. "You were too slow and I'm leaving now." The man began walking toward the window to leave, but something caused Miyata to call out.

"Wait!" The man paused in response, turning to stare at him. "What's your name?"

Suddenly, his blank expression seemed to light up and he turned to face Miyata, straightening. "Tamamori. Yuta Tamamori," he replied with an almost cocky smile.

That was it. He couldn't take this guy seriously anymore. "Okay, Bond," Miyata retorted, now completely relaxed. "Miyata. Toshiya Miyata," he mocked, finding amusement at the way Tamamori seemed to become flustered.

"I was trying to be cool!" Tamamori nearly whined, and Miyata couldn't help but find their encounter strange. When he began picking up his things and putting them away, Tamamori didn't even seem to care. Not even when Miyata moved to stand closer to the window.

Though, for a moment, Tamamori seemed to suspect something and quickly dug into his bag, checking to make sure the documents were still safely there before looking back over at the shorter man. He reached over and patted him on the chest before making his escape through the window.

Miyata followed him, but he let the man get away, returning to his previous hide out spot. When he arrived, he dug into the pocket on his shirt, pulling out a small piece of paper with numbers written on it. It was probably best he had let Tamamori get away and headquarters would just have to accept the fact that someone had gotten to the documents before him.

It was probably an extremely bad decision, on both of their parts (he'd even been told to avoid trusting pretty faces and he was certain that meant both men and women), but Miyata had decided to stay in touch with him. He'd called the number one afternoon later on, relieved to find out that it really was the other man's number. Or at least, one of his numbers.

They spoke whenever they could and the two both went through their own precautions to try and prevent anyone from listening in on their conversations, despite the fact that they never talked about work. They spoke about anything but work. Tamamori loved Miyata's laugh and the way he could hear the smile in his voice. Miyata loved how easily embarrassed the other got, and the way he teased him like a schoolboy with a crush. It didn't take long for them to establish a relationship despite the difficulties they knew it could potentially cause. Tamamori insisted on it, and Miyata really had no problems with it. He'd even agreed when the younger man suggested they should meet up. "You know, for actual dates" he had said.

Actual dates seemed like a good idea. Sure, they could get caught together, but maybe Tamamori had a plan. He had sent Miyata directions to where they should meet. What Miyata was expecting was not what he had arrived to. It was just a normal ice cream shop, but Miyata took a seat slowly anyway.

When Tamamori arrived, Miyata noted that the black face mask he was wearing made him look even more threatening than when they had first met, as if the mask were actually more threatening than the gun pointing at him.

As the other man took a seat, Miyata immediately began smiling despite the fact that nothing had been said yet. Slowly, Tamamori pulled the mask off, glancing up at Miyata before smiling a little as well.

"Sorry if this was sudden. I have a job soon so I'll be busy for a while." Miyata understood, but what he still didn't quite get was their meeting place.

"What's with the ice cream shop? Why not somewhere more secretive?" Tamamori seemed amused by the questions and maybe by his own decision, his smile getting even bigger.

"It's so normal. Why would anyone follow us or expect us to be here?" He paused after that before licking over his lips while smiling, obviously coming up with something he thought was funnier. "Plus, I just wanted ice cream."

The rest of the date was rather normal. Tamamori seemed to be in the mood to talk about animals and sweets and funny jokes, which Miyata enjoyed as well. Lighthearted talk was probably better before he had to leave for a serious mission anyway.

Once they had both finished their ice cream, Tamamori checked his watch, his lips pursing as he looked at it. "I should go," he explained, standing up and heading outside. Naturally, Miyata followed. Outside, Tamamori turned to him, already seeming to become flustered over something. Miyata soon realized what it was when he felt the other's lips against his cheek, although briefly. After short, slightly flustered goodbyes, Tamamori left and Miyata knew the date had only ended so quickly because sometimes the job just came first.