everything in his body is telling him it’s the wrong day. that today should be one of their classless days, where he should be able to sleep later. he moves a joint, and it squeaks, as if sleep is merely the rust between the hinges. if it were, then he’s sure a good cup of black coffee or strong tea would oil them right back up. but he hadn’t risen early enough for a drink, and he’s starting to feel the consequences.
he drags on, sleep clinging relentlessly to his coattails and holding him back, until at last, after seven near-attempts to fall asleep in his classes and two stumbles at pre-live rehearsal later, he finds himself standing no, drooping next to tatsumi. he desires, so badly, to sit down, yet the very thought of either of their units questioning him on his capabilities has him straightening his back and staring ahead in newfound determination. he will not have amagi staring at him, nor will he allow alkaloid to doubt his abilities.
@saintsumi. brushes HiMERU's hair back for him ^_^
… he’s staring a little too hard.
with a blink, HiMERU is drawn out of his mindless reverie, life filling back into his absent eyes. he isn’t certain how long he has been standing there staring at nothing, thinking about nothing, but clearly, it was long enough for tatsumi to notice. shame on him, for not being aware enough to see the hand that reaches, the fingers that glide through his hair. it is a caring gesture he’s gone without for so long that he squints and lets the feeling linger. for a moment until he regains his mind back.
❝ ?! ❞ on instinct, he shakes his head, freeing his signature from its loose sweep and letting it dangle once more across his cheek. his gaze finds tatsumi’s, hardened against the threat of drowsiness once more. instantly, his gaze darts about, as he attempts to make certain no one had seen that. ❝ tatsumi. you idiot. do you know people could be watching ? ❞
the smell of the beans always tickles his sinuses. it isn’t exactly pleasant. the smokiness of the roast reminds him of tobacco, but perhaps that is because he selected such a fine coffee to treat the other with ? regardless, for this hour it is far too much caffeine. now is the time when he should be resting, rid himself of the stresses of such a day. the paper cup steams, floral aroma much gentler on the senses. its twin is held opposite, but not for long, as it is settled upon a surface, and warm fingers find other purchase. thinly twining in the strands of cerulean which guard the face of his companion, a bit too long these days, and tucking it behind a sensitive ear. careful not to tickle him where he knows he may.
❝ HiMERU - san, you can hardly keep your eyes open. ❞ there is some apology hiding there. though, he is only a bit sorry for the action. he does not mean to fuss more than he will accept, however . . . to see his head nod like a sleepy kitten is all worth his transgression. ❝ you will have to sleep earlier tonight. drink this. ❞
it is not his personal craft, simply a store - bought blend, but it seemed to be a reputable teashop. a black tea, not too caffeinated, with notes of hibiscus and tangerine. if he closes his eyes, he sees it coming from open blossoms and ripe fruit on the branch. floral bouquet, high acidity. refreshing and perky. he offers the cup, parrying the other’s scolding with a simple gesture, inching ever closer to his side.
❝ i will join you for a cup. ❞ it isn’t a question. he has already found his seat, and moves toward it, shoulders squared toward the very comfortable armchair close by. aims to curl himself between the arms and cradle his tea and behold HiMERU and be rejuvenated. ❝ doesn’t that seem nice ? ❞
HiMERU seems warm. he hopes he is not falling ill.
