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[notsuchasecret]

Light green and ushihina?

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The coffee shop was largely empty, which was strange for nine in the morning on a Saturday. Shouyou sat with his latte, blowing away steam and smiling to himself when he walked in.

Shouyou had noticed him roughly a year before, probably on his second or third trip to this coffee shop. He had noticed that, no matter what the weather or the condition of his stress, Ushijima showed up every day. Much like Shouyou himself. They sat on opposite sides of the shop and rarely exchanged more than a friendly nod.

Shouyou was desperately in love.

He was in love with the way Ushijima’s shoulders slanted, easy and calm as he read his texts, or sharp and tense as he read the newspaper (and who read the newspaper any more, I mean, come on-). He was in love with the soft smile Ushijima would give the barista, or the way he’d ask after their mothers or their kids or their dogs. He was in love with Ushijima’s order, a double-shot caramel macchiato with whipped cream, and the laugh he’d give when a new barista would look at him incredulously for the topping.

But today, today was special. Today was the day Shouyou was going to talk ot Ushijima. So he stood up, took one last swig of his latte, and started striding across the shop.

“Listen up,” he said, jabbing a finger in Ushijima’s face. “I’ve been watching you for a year, and it’s high time you man up and take me on a date. We’re going to dinner next Friday, at that restaurant by the park, and then you’re gonna hold my hand and we’re gonna walk through the park and you’re gonna tell me about your dog and your grandmother and it’s going to be perfect. Got it?”

Ushijima blushed a deep red, but he looked at Shouyou evenly. “I had planned to take you for a picnic instead, but if you would rather have a formal dinner, that can be arranged,” he said.

It was Shouyou’s turn to blush, but he powered through. “Picnic is better,” he said. Then he nodded to himself more than Ushijima and turned on his heel, dumping his empty latte cup in the trash, and strode out of the door.

As soon as he was out of sight, he let himself bury his face in his hands and grin. He had a date, with the most perfect man in the universe.

He couldn’t wait for tomorrow morning.

[notsuchasecret]

“You’re acting like this is your first threesome.” MatsuHana+Whoever else you want to include. The challenge is to keep it sfw. :D

I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO THIS MUAHAHAHAHAHA

Ushijima sat, clearly unsure of what to do. Hanamaki had already gone over the rubric with his color-coded highlighters and his notecards were all filled out, and Issei had already divvied up the work between the three of them, and their first session was coming to a close. Ushijima sighed, his hands fluttering slightly before coming to rest on his lap once more.

“You’re acting like this is your first threesome,” Hanamaki laughed. Issei swatted at him.

“Must you call it that?” he asked.

“This is not my first group project,” Ushijima said.

“Oh my god, you’re precious,” Hanamaki whispered. Issei just stared at him.

“I… understand the sexual undertones of the joke,” Ushijima said when they continued to stare. “I simply thought beyond the laughter, you meant to imply that I had not participated in a group setting before.”

“You need to stop getting cuter,” Hanamaki scolded, then grinned. “Poor Mattsun here might have a heart attack.” Issei swatted at him again.

“I simply do not know how the portion you have assigned me is enough to be called contribution,” Ushijima said, either barreling straight through the tension out of ignorance, or out of pure stubbornness. Issei, who had seen the way his little red-haired friend acted, thought it was probably the latter.

“You’re saying you want more work?” Issei looked at Hanamaki, whose eyes were wide and unsure. “That’s like asking him for his first born child, you know.” Leaning in, he stage-whispered, “Makki’s kind of a control freak.”

“Am not!” Hanamaki whined. Issei laughed, and Ushijima looked uncertain again.

“What’s wrong?” Issei asked quietly. Hanamaki quieted and stopped flailing about, and they both looked at Ushijima.

“You are… intense,” he said. “It is a lot to handle, the way you are so tied to each other. You work like a well calibrated machine, but you are also loose. Human.” He looked down, brow furrowed. “I do not understand how best to fit in.”

“Oh my god,” Issei whispered under his breath.

Hanamaki looked at Ushijima, then at Isse, then back again, and then he snorted. “All right, clearly no one else is gonna address this elephant, so I’m gonna do it for you. We’re going on a date, to the coffee shop, where Issei is going to buy me so much caffeine I can’t see straight, and we’re gonna hold hands and walk through the park after. And neither of you is going to argue with me, got it?”

Ushijima smiled. “Got it,” he said, and Issei’s heart melted into a puddle of goo on the library table.

“Got it,” he said. Hanamaki nodded, and started gathering up their supplies. “Control freak,” he added, to restore balance. Hanamaki laughed, and things felt easy once again.