#|ofsavior|chifuyu

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|@ofsavior| Continued from. (No it didn't need a continue but fuck it. My brain said why not)

Ryusei couldn't say he was consciously wailing on the poor victim under him, his fist repeatedly meeting the guy's face to prove a point without him even realizing. He had heard the guy hitting on Chifuyu, and that was the last thing he really remembered. At least until the yank backwards by his shirt snapped him back.

Snapping back into reality, he stared at Chifuyu in shock before glancing at his knuckles that were burning from the force he had been using, covered in blood that wasn't his as the victim shifted to stare at him but didn't dare to move more than that.

"I..." Moving his hand back to his side, he didn't say another word before turning and going to walk off. Though his expression showed disappointment in himself. He had tried so hard to try to get better about whatever this was that would make him lose control in moments of anger, but when Chifuyu was around, it only hurt him that much more.

Besides, he couldn't blame Chifuyu for ever thinking he was some type of monster because of it. But one of his worst fears was if Chifuyu ever got hit because of him, by him.

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Chopsticks scoop a glob of noodles, and Chifuyu aims them towards Ryusei’s mouth. Green eyes, curious and wide, look almost surprised. “You don’t want any?”

Ryusei was partially in his own world, distracted by some far-off commotion from a group of people getting loud while hanging out. He found himself amused about it, though turned his attention to Chifuyu as he processed the words spoken. "Huh? What're you-" Glancing at the noodles, he realized what the question was. "Oh, I guess-"

He took the bite, humming in thanks as he chewed the food before using his chopsticks and scooping up some of the food he had on a plate before extending some near to Chifuyu's mouth in return.

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❛  are you still mad at me?  ❜ (Chi to Ryu)

"Mad? At you?" Hands slide into fabric pockets with a scoff as head is tilted, snake tattoo becoming more exposed. As if it was a way to show what he was thinking. "Things aren't always about you, Matsuno. Ask yourself if you've done anything for me to be mad at you. You're always so worried about everyone else. It's almost sad."

Did he want the attitude? No. Did he want to ever hurt Chifuyu? He'd rather hurt himself than do that, but whatever was going on.. He couldn't help whatever anger was spilling out. Part of him wanted to walk away, but there was a part of him that felt.. that felt so tired. Tired of hiding whatever it was deep inside. Ryusei wasn't sure what had him angry, why he felt so wronged, or betrayed. But lately, it felt like it was growing and growing. Telling himself he deserved to be hated, that he had to push the others away.

"Even if I was mad at you, what does it matter? If I said there was nothing to fix it, you would be stuck with that knowledge and guilt, and what good would it do? All it would do was eat at you until there was nothing left to devour, and then it'd leave you just an empty shell of yourself." And Chifuyu didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve any of the coldness Ryusei was even giving him at this moment, and Ryusei wanted to stop. He wanted to apologize and already fix what he said, but something was preventing him.

Turning his back to Chifuyu, his gaze casted itself downward when it was out of his sight. Maybe it was better to push them away. Then he could sort out whatever was going on without pulling them down with him. "Just go run off and find Keisuke or whatever. Waste your time somewhere else."

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“I…” Chifuyu started, but the words escaped him instantly. Averting his gaze, Chifuyu lowered his chin and sighed. “I don’t think it’s fair that you always ask me to compare you to Baji-san. You two are different people, and you’re both important in my life.” He began. Unsure of how to navigate such a delicate topic. “Baji-san is Baji-san and Ryusei is Ryusei. I wouldn’t really want you guys to be more alike.” Although, that wasn’t quite what he was trying to say. Since their dared kiss, Chifuyu’s spent far more time thinking about Ryusei than he cares (and intends) to admit. Still, he owes Ryusei some kind of something.

Returning his gaze to Ryusei, Chifuyu grins as if his smile reflects sunshine and extends a hand to Ryusei’s shoulder before offering a gentle squeeze. “You can a cool guy too when you wanna be.” He indicates, leaning over to kiss the top of Ryusei’s head.

Turning his attention to him, Ryusei blinked in confusion at Chifuyu's expression. Whatever had him talking out of nowhere must have really bothered him. Especially if he had to come to Ryusei of all people. Wait - Wait a minute. Ryusei was important in Chifuyu's life? That was.. surprising. Not that he had expected otherwise, well- not fully. Sure, he knew Chifuyu considered him a friend in some way since they were both first division, but he had grown to assume they were distancing.

Especially since Ryusei had decided to confess, and especially after that dared kiss they had shared previously. Part of him sort of wonders if Chifuyu even remembers him confessing, to be honest. He wouldn't raise the topic again, taking the silence as most would have, assuming that of a rejection. And he was fine with it. It sucked, sure, but he wasn't going to ruin things over it.

The hand on his shoulder has him snapping back into reality a bit, noticing the signature smile Chifuyu always wears when trying to cheer someone up. The same damned smile that he had fallen for whether he had wanted to or not.

Record scratch.

Did.. did he just kiss the top of his head?.. What- Okay. Play it cool. Don't ask. Don't mention it. "Oh, I can be, huh? Guess I'll have to have you end up being a wingman then." He teased, trying to ignore the simple action that he knew didn't mean what he would've wanted it to. It was a simple, friendly gesture. Nothing more. Chifuyu didn't like him like that. It didn't mean anything. It was just a friendly gesture. That's it.

Or so he would convince himself.

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It’s international kissing day! | @ofsavior 😘 (Ryufuyu ofc)

With each passing day, Ryusei was pretty sure his chances of getting gray hair prematurely increased thanks to the same stress. It was stupid. Here he was, internally stressing over the fact that he liked someone like Chifuyu, when he knew from the beginning it was only going to be heartache. When Chifuyu looked at Baji, his eyes lit up like Baji was the best person ever in this world, and maybe he was in Chifuyu's eyes. He always looked so focused on doing anything he could to get approval from Baji, and despite telling himself to get over it, that he'd never be Baji and Chifuyu would likely never look at him the same way, part of him wanted it.

Maybe all those pranks were just a coping mechanism for him, but maybe he had pushed Chifuyu away just the same with them. Had he gone too far by now? Was it just a lost cause? Even with the kissing competition they had had. The more he thought all of these things over, the more he could feel the inside of his chest tighten. You can't win everything, and maybe this was just a losing battle before he even started. Maybe it was time for him to get it through his head.

But how can he when he's suddenly feeling a pair of lips meeting his, clearly intentional instead of some accident, and when he focuses he realizes they belong to him. Chifuyu. Was this some sick joke to him?! He was confident that everyone knew what was going on with him, whether he said it or not, but now here he was, being kissed by the person he would've been okay with doing it but not in the type of situation Ryusei would have preferred.

Instead, he finds himself speechless for the moment as the kiss eventually breaks. ".." What? "What was that for?-"

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"be honest... you consider us friends, right?" (Chifuyu to Ryusei)

Honesty. That was a dangerous thing. It could hurt so many feelings, and yet create so many feelings all the same. Someone like Ryusei had always hated honesty. No understanding of why people would want such a thing when it came down to something like hurting feelings. He would rather be lied to than told the truth, and lately, he had grown to hate the truth even more.

It was why he was taking so much care to avoid the blonde haired male. Why he was purposely taking different routes to locations, purposely changing where he napped just so he couldn't be found. It was pitiful, honestly. He didn't know why his chest felt like it was ripped open- Well, he did, but he wouldn't admit it out loud.

"I do. To an extent. Not anything like best friends or anything of those lines, but friends at least in some way. I don't hate your company when you're around. And you don't annoy me as much as you used to." But that didn't make watching any easier. "You're a good guy. I don't think people give you enough credit for it, honestly. But don't go letting that get to your head."

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Chifuyu wasn’t particularly thrilled about this, but a part of him looked forward to addressing the linger anxiety that had been gnawing at him. If this was going to keep coming up, he wanted it to be clear and addressed. So he set forth down the halls, peeking into classrooms and common areas until he finally located Ryusei napping on the roof ( shocking ). 

“Oi! There you are!” Chifuyu announced, flush in the face. It was unclear if he was flushed from his exhaustive search or the plan he intended to implement. As Ryusei propped his torso up, Chifuyu approached and sat at his side — flustered to a beet red. Then, Chifuyu hastily angled himself to lean toward Ryusei, placing one hand to Ryusei’s left side for balance. Hastily, Chifuyu pressed forward until their lips pecked and he was certain where they landed. Riding on a wave of triumph, the kiss grew more confidence and firmed some before breaking off with a gentle exhale.

Jumping up from his nap, he quickly lifted the sleeping mask from over his eyes before turning to look at Chifuyu with squinted eyes, vision trying to adjust to the brightness of the outside so suddenly. Noticing his face was so red, brows furrowed in confusion for once before he had time to even process a joke. Then, before he even had a chance to ask what had been going on or what had happened, Chifuyu was next to him and leaning, and before he could lean away their lips had met. Eyes widening in shock for a moment, he had to process Chifuyu was actually kissing him.

Wait- Chifuyu was kissing him?!

Feeling the kiss get more confident and firmed from Chifuyu's side, he blinked as he sat speechless for a moment and trying to figure out how he wanted to react. Was he mad at the kiss? Absolutely not. Had he expected that to ever happen? No, not really, considering he wasn't an idiot and knew how much Chifuyu looked up and admired Baji. "I..." Dammit, Ryusei! Now wasn't the time to be at a loss of words! "Uh.. Wanna explain what that was all about just then?"

Actually, was it bad he almost wanted to kiss him again just to catch him by surprise in return?

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“Hey, Mitsuya.” Chifuyu eased albeit a tad awkwardly. Hands stashed away in his jacket pockets, Chifuyu approached. The closer he came, the deeper red his cheeks grew. A normal greeting turned to something awkward and unknown to Takashi. Chifuyu’s cheeks were a bit puffed, and he turned away from Takashi before heaving a sigh. “I need a favor from you.” Chifuyu stated before sliding his hands free. Chifuyu didn’t even allow time for questions or proper explanation before his lips clashed with Mitsuya’s in stumbling gesture. Lips met lips, abrupt and messy. Hands clasped to Takashi’s sides for balance, and the kiss broke only a moment or two shortly after. “That was it. Sorry…”

It wasn't uncommon for the members of Toman to meet or hang out at times when there wasn't a meeting involved, in fact, it was almost rare to not see at least two of them hanging out most of the time. Except Mitsuya, but even then he would have Draken or Mikey stopping by to check in on him if he had gotten caught up in a project and wasn't answering messages. So when it comes to Chifuyu stopping by, it's a surprise but it's not unwelcome. "Oh, Chifuyu. I'm surprised you've stopped by." He got out before turning to look at him, setting down what was in his hands. Before he could get out another word, he felt their lips meet as his eyes widened a bit in surprise.

Once their lips separated, Mitsuya stared a bit as he tried to process. "Uh.. Okay.. So.. care to explain why kissing me was a favor you needed?" Most people likely would have assumed he would be angry, but that wasn't the case. Confused, yes. Angry or disgusted or anything of the sort? Not at all.