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[ka-zu-ya]

KamiMiyo for Noe/@rotkaiserin! Happy Birthday!! ♡

[spicyxllama]

KamiMiyo; Occupation: Love [3/5]

Series: Joker Game

Pairing: Kaminaga/Miyoshi

Rating: T

Word Count: 7038

Summary: For perfection was beautiful and yet, redundant when not improved upon.

Read here on AO3 ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ ) | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Four | Chapter Five |

ahhhhh I feel horrible that it’s late when I hate parting from schedules but among other things, this did give me difficulty on writing ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ I hope Kamimiyo’s intentions are clear! Especially Miyo’s www and omg I hope it’s coherent enough! gah it was 5am when I finished and maybe I;m too sleepy to tell the difference hahhaha ꒰๑•̥﹏•̥๑꒱ Anyways, do tell me your thoughts if you’d like!

Most importantly, thanks @dollofdeath for letting me abuse your lovely hc from “Just One Bite”, even though mine is a little different but totally stolen nonetheless!! You’re always so good to me (˃̩̩̥ɷ˂̩̩̥)

Chapter Three: Love me Too, Love Me Three

It was almost as though, a mocking jest, in which the rain that would momentarily begin to pitter patter, had given way to a most discerning bustling and soon disappear altogether. At times, it could feel relentless and disobedient to the inhabitants of such muses, and yet, it was akin to the ticking of the grandfather clock that was locked away in storage. The woes and delights of customers had easily allowed its presence to plummet into silence and it was oddly riveting, for time itself had always waited for no one. Though, society had not followed through to such an ordeal as people were constantly waiting; constantly in expectance for the inevitable. Of course, it would only be most painful if not for such impudence; it was something that was better known as the bitter aftertaste of a restless impatience.

Miyoshi was in fact, no different, in spite of his hair that seeped of a majestic and quintessential elegance. His very aura even, forced one to feel of a lesser grace and yet, ironically charmed by his rather sardonic grin all the same. He too was also in waiting for such boresome tasks to diminish, for his manager to leave (and to never return), and for evening to strike so he could see Kaminaga once again. It was just as the rain that would fall without reason and the ticking of father time that would be constant in its trudging forward.

It was the inevitable that Miyoshi would be with Kaminaga again.

However, the masses of chocolates and abundance of gifts had just scarcely found refuge in his far too lonesome apartment, and innately crossed paths with but the faintest aroma of assorted mochi sitting daintily upon his kitchen table. Even the fragrance of roses that Kaminaga had presented to him just hours ago couldn’t dare rival the handmade desserts and adoringly so, Miyoshi too hadn’t the gall to deny the telling glint that unraveled upon his face any longer. It was so like Kaminaga to boastfully rearrange the flowers into the very vase he’d bought Miyoshi when he first moved into this apartment, and in spite of those sometimes daunting wiles, Miyoshi wouldn’t have it any other way.

As tempting as it was to indulge in the freshly made mochi that were still in need of unwrapping, it was also most discerning that though Kaminaga left no trails of his craftsmanship behind, Miyoshi’s bed was naturally already littered with the petals of fresh roses. The unlit candles surrounding his room entailed of the faintest whiff of cinnamon oil and in spite of its very premeditated presence, the absence of a certain bouquet that Miyoshi had gifted not too long before was slightly concerning.

It was odd enough to even consider that Kaminaga had daresay unwinded his efforts for a decorative means when such a gift caused him to bashfully fumble about. Miyoshi only cursed himself for even suggesting so; not to mention that Kaminaga had never done anything but adore him after all, and such a demeaning motion was far too unlike him. Just as Miyoshi’s lack of sleep too was rather unlike him and all the more telling at the worst of situations.

Kaminaga was always one to ‘go the distance’, so perhaps he went the distance of taking the bouquet home in his boredom. Despite the irony of it all when said boyfriend rarely ever went the distance to stay the night, and that staying naturally negated all distances. If distance supposedly made the heart grow fonder, Kaminaga would’ve reached divinity by now, but not Miyoshi’s apartment. How annoying.

Miyoshi could care less of Kaminaga’s supposed volunteer work when he had far too much on his plate already—and no, he wasn’t just pertaining to Kaminaga’s unnatural habit of stealing food off his plate when they were eating the exact same dish. Of course, Miyoshi could at the very least agree that everything was all the more alluring if it was his after all, and those rabid fangirls of Kaminaga seemed to have proved that. Though, that wasn’t the point exactly. It was also the constant mention and dismays of being extra attentive to Kaminaga’s ‘fragile’ parents when his parents were far too lively for Miyoshi’s taste, and most definitely healthy. Such excuses could no longer be excused.

Taking a gander at his watch, it’d only be wasteful to contemplate the impossible when the only notion that was a necessity as of now would be explaining himself to Kaminaga—and of course, savouring the mochi that was made for him alone. Excessive ribbons and cellophane were only the icing of Kaminaga’s rather lavish tastes in wrapping, and yet they complemented the sweetened mochi well. The petite tag that was adorned through string and embellished with the pet name that Kaminaga seemed to adore concerning himself with was just ...fine, he’d supposed. In spite of the fact that he’d probably bat both eyes when being called ‘Miyochi’ at any given time. In spite of this, Kaminaga was surprisingly quite adept at making (and being) his most guilty pleasure.

Surely, it wasn’t possible to gain weight from mere mochi after all. ...Science would prove that. Especially when it wasn’t just matcha or the variants of cheesecake mochi, but strawberry daifuku dipped in chocolate. Speaking of which, it was only now that Miyoshi could even fathom that being spoiled too much was never a bad thing—albeit, suspicious, but not at all a bad thing.

It was simply akin to the cream sweater that Kaminaga had left behind during the winter season and most definitely had forgotten to reclaim, despite the countless occasions he’d ask of its whereabouts. Naturally, Miyoshi had not only checked once but thrice and alas to this day, it still lay daintily behind his closet doors and even retained a familiar musk to it. If he wanted it back, he’d have to pay the fine and stay the night to even consider attaining such a reward. Until then, Miyoshi knew not of such a silly garment; no matter how adoringly it suited Kaminaga’s physique.  

This was but a petty revenge scheme and yet, Miyoshi couldn’t bypass the notion that these soft and nearly exquisite mochi were of the same caliber. Even if Kaminaga was daresay plotting on Valentine’s day of all days, just this once Miyoshi would allow himself to fall just a little bit harder in hopes of outdoing him. Though even if he couldn’t, if it was Kaminaga, there was no foul—only love.

Despite that Kaminaga was only mere stops away, the trains had innately begun to scuttle with the ever growing amount of commuters and the air had nearly become thick. Not that Miyoshi hadn’t easily anticipated as much, for it was still the night of Valentine’s Day and at just slightly past nine, one would say that the night had just begun and was thickened through a distinct taste of amour. He was grateful, however, as the hushed sounds of laughter and overly congested train allowed him to discreetly fall unnoticed and immersed into his own train of thought.

As he was glimpsing back at his reflection from his phone screen and adjusting the strands that were in no need of such adjustments, he paused and the relentless thoughts that only continued to circulate too had now paused. It was but a misunderstanding and a subtle change in demeanour that had brought about this irony it seemed. For he was only doing the necessary to keep Kaminaga near and yet, he grew even more distant at the turnabout. In spite of its unkind appearance, it was solely an act of love that he wouldn’t have been able to convey if not for a most daunting sense of fear. Even if Miyoshi had trouble admitting such a strange concept to his mind that was fumbling about and as he gently preened himself once again, he at last had come to a full stop.

The crown of his head was as elegant as it’d always been and every strand was naturally, without flaw. Miyoshi knew this; he was in no need for futile reminders to fix what could never be broken. The reflection had repeated that very notion and he remained well aware of this even as he was stepping off the train, and even more so as he had finally arrived at his destination. For as he laid eyes on Kaminaga through the glass door that was nearly foggy from what appeared to be utter enamourment, Miyoshi was most certain...most certain as he’d ever been—he was always perfect for Kaminaga.

As delightful as Kaminaga was with that far too lavish grin, and his poised physique as he was merely pouring steamed milk into a latte foam, there was but a looming reminder on the very same door that once assisted in Miyoshi’s dazzlement...and now caused him to grimace.

Though he knew better, he frivolously checked the date on his phone and glimpsed back upon the store hours in utter denial. Had it been any other day...it’d be the same after all. For how he could he have forgotten that this specific Starbucks had the daunting business hours of opening at the break of dawn and closing at the ungodly four in the morning. Perhaps he could use his charms to have Kaminaga relocated to a more sane location as it was naturally bustling for its view of the Shibuya crosswalk. Knowing Kaminaga, that bastard most definitely enjoyed the challenge and that was unfortunately one of the reasons why Miyoshi couldn’t stray from him. Miyoshi was the same way, after all.  

Of course, this was also why Kaminaga had never worked the closing shift unless to be petty (which was right now)—and no, that one time where he covered for his co-worker far too late to be polite didn’t count. Even if Miyoshi did enjoy the vacant building as Kaminaga closed up and was soon on top of him in nothing but a Starbucks apron, licking off the signature whipped cream as he ventured lower. Such arousing recollections from the measly building would be better saved for other occasions, whether or not it was the night that most couples would book a love hotel for and how he was supposed to be having dinner with a certain barista as of now.

Stepping inside, Miyoshi took notice that it was oddly livable with most of the seating arrangements vacant and low conversations amidst. Even the routinely sought for window seats with the view of the crosswalk were easily attainable, and he soon found himself musing if he was in the right Starbucks. Though, Kaminaga was here and that was the only proof he needed to reassure himself.

Kaminaga was behind the counter and gently smiling as he offered a latte to a young girl and her mother, subtly turning away shortly after to adjust his apron. Miyoshi shouldn’t have been surprised or amused in any way as he approached him. He most definitely wasn’t amused per se, that Kaminaga had drawn a cat on the latte and appeared rather pleased with himself. Even if Miyoshi nearly allowed a discreet chuckle to escape him. He was supposed to be disappointed that Kaminaga would even consider that he would choose anyone over him, not gushing over how stupidly ador—yes, actually, that door was stupid; just like Kaminaga.  

As a familiar hum soon began to emit and fingers were hastily tightening the band of his apron, Miyoshi fell upon the notion that he was nearly hesitating when Kaminaga had at last stood before him and swallowed the nonexistent lump in his throat. He’d only rehearsed this very scenario a benevolent hundred times through thoughts alone, and now that Kaminaga was finally within grasp, this very setting felt as though it were testing him. For his co-workers were pleasingly elsewhere and the radio appeared to be playing a part in this nearly wistful ambiance; a sense of pleasantries and allure growing about.

It was just as Miyoshi had parted his lips to murmur even a semblance of acknowledgment that Kaminaga had abruptly met his own startled gander, and Kaminaga too had unraveled in a most withdrawn gaze. However, the older man then released a dismayed huff and darted a telling smirk all the same.      

“...My, my… Look who decided to show up.” Kaminaga greeted in somewhat of a tauntful drawl.

He was nearly flirtatious, but his voice also seeped of a certain disinterest that was as riveting as it was concerning. In spite of the tasteless endeavour, there was a small grin threatening to unveil itself and Kaminaga promptly bit his lip at such an outcome. The floundering notion eased Miyoshi’s woes in nothing but an impetuous motion, and yet, he felt his guard drop and voice fall silent. The words he desperately sought for his boyfriend to discern were shriveling up it seemed, and he unnaturally found refuge in diverting his focus aside.   

“So? Have you come to beg for my forgiveness? Why don’t we start with you on your knees?” Kaminaga continued haughtily at the unnerving quiet and maintained his mocking stare in spiteful jest.

Even if he did well to conceal himself through a blatant derision, Miyoshi was only most certain that Kaminaga held the very same apprehension that he had and observed wordlessly as it was seeping out relentlessly.

“...I’m leaving.” Miyoshi spoke at last in utter offense, turning on his heel hastily in an effort to provoke him.

“No, Miyo…Wait!” Kaminaga asserted through an unrivaled desperation; his voice that immediately crumbled from the once contemptuous facade, and succumbed altogether through a benevolent hitch in his breath.  

With his back opposing Kaminaga and the precipitated rustling of said boyfriend panicking into disarray, Miyoshi felt his own lips curve into a foolish and discreet smile that nearly shamed himself. Of course, in spite of the rather demoralizing scenario that they swept themselves under come Valentine’s day, it was only the inevitable that there was always too strong of a pull between them to ever let something so silly apprehend them. Even so, Miyoshi couldn’t help but feel himself begin to tense and his fingers were unnaturally quivering at the mere mention.

Casting his pride aside, he allowed the unsteady huff escape him and just scarcely found the momentum to face the cautious Kaminaga before him.

“...Sorry…” Miyoshi murmured with a much too perceiving and staggering lilt in his voice, straying his gander aside within mere moments as the noticeable pink dusted upon his face only made it more baffling.

Even how Miyoshi’s hand was resting upon the surface of the counter and toying at it wearily was rather concerning, and Kaminaga hadn’t dared to leave an odd motion unnoticed. Such a dubious fixation was all too unlike him.

“S-Sorry for what? Showing up and leaving unexpectedly, or maybe…” Kaminaga narrowly managed, stumbling all the more as what unraveled to be an apology was quite the bemusing feat.

For Miyoshi was always one with such a firm grip on his pride that a blatant attempt at apology was strictly out of the question. Not that Kaminaga had minded in the least for Miyoshi had shown what appeared to be remorse in a variety of redeeming methods when guilt-driven. Nevertheless, staring wide eyed like a fool was probably not the right direction to go about this. Admirers were acknowledged but unnecessary to Miyoshi. Kaminaga was only certain that such a notion had remained constant and yet, Miyoshi abruptly chasing tail was nearly daunting all on its own.

Not to mention that it was only most evident that Miyoshi hadn’t just appeared to leave him within moments alone. The leather bag at his side was proof enough and no matter how his heart pounded at seeing him, he’d much prefer Miyoshi to be catching up on sleep instead of bringing his assignments to his work. Except that Miyoshi most definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep in his fumbling state as of now and Kaminaga desperately sought to remedy it, in spite of his all too telling bemusement.    

“You know why.” Miyoshi began doubtfully, and allowed a timid breath to surface from the lips that could only fret. His eyes wavered and it was as he felt the reassuring fingertips that grasped upon his palm and grazed circles at their steady pace, that he at last found sanctuary in meeting Kaminaga’s eyes once again. “No one can appreciate me more than you do and that’s all the ego boost I’ll ever need.”

The crimson that drew upon his cheek proved more prominent than ever before and bashfully, Miyoshi no longer had reason to suppress the child-like grin that curved upon his lips.

“You said as much yourself. You’re the only one worth impressing, are you not?”

As enticing as the glint from Miyoshi’s gander that was both intriguing and all too mischievous, Kaminaga had only fallen into the far more dubious airs of what Miyoshi wasn’t willing to admit. The distraught of disappointment had already passed him by after much thought as he was attending to the café and the abundance of guests. Naturally, he was surely pondering the skeptics of the very unlikely scenario and had entertained the strange notion repeatedly so. Perhaps he faltered and hadn’t taken into consideration of Miyoshi’s distraught from being fed excuses to be away from him and yet, it still lacked a semblance of reason. If he had his way, Kaminaga wouldn’t be able to part from this boastful boyfriend who scowled when proven that he wasn’t always difficult to please.

However, maybe he’d have to swallow his own selfish dismays of being distracted by Miyoshi’s very presence. It was the entire rationale of Kaminaga supposedly escaping as once Miyoshi was in his arms, he never wanted him to leave and didn’t know how to. It would be troublesome to skip out on work and all of his classes if he could be with Miyoshi and Kaminaga was well aware that he wouldn’t mind in the least. Waking up beside this alluring muse would do such a thing, and yet, he knew that simply couldn’t be why Miyoshi’s demeanour had suddenly altered at once.

Even if he appeared to be deterred by Miyoshi’s admirers, that wasn’t the entirety of it. Kaminaga had already settled that Miyoshi was unrivaled to a mere casanova and was unlike one in every way. Symptoms of a seeming jealousy could entertain him not when it was irrefutable that there was even something that could frighten Miyoshi, and so, Kaminaga allowed the relentless beat to pass.   

“Miyo...I’ll always be impressed by you too...but—” Kaminaga paused again and in a subdued movement, his fingers began to caress and remedy the anxious shudder in the younger man’s palm that immediately followed. “That’s not it, is it? ...What aren’t you telling me?”

At the darting stare, Miyoshi fumbled and cautiously tightened his hold. Kaminaga hadn’t wavered in spite of the hastened movement and Miyoshi was nearly certain that he’d already been defeated by the fervent glimpse that did well to unravel him. Though Miyoshi couldn’t help but entertain that perhaps this line of thought was nothing but a desperate notion that stemmed from his relentless narcissism. Or maybe, it was what seeped from his fright and began to surface altogether from a measly apprehension.

For Miyoshi was always vain; lacking not and evidently superior through innate wiles alone. He knew this; he most definitely ingrained this demeanour from the start and yet, Kaminaga was the only one who he felt the unnatural need to enthrall in nothing less of a precarious and enticed manner. It had to be done—and that was what inherently frightened him.

Miyoshi was unsurpassed, as was Kaminaga. It was in light of these very quintessential flaws that they longed to impress the other through games of competition. For perfection was beautiful and yet, redundant when not improved upon. As was a loss that was constant—a conclusive apathy that was presented not to the worthy. That was after all, the results of their annual competition, and Miyoshi hadn’t the gall to dismiss such an undermining endeavour.

“You dislike the mundane, Kaminaga. Would that also include what’s repetitive?” Miyoshi inquired softly, faltering when their eyes locked and took note of Kaminaga’s peer that soon grew disoriented.

Stumbling wasn’t a feasibility he needed part in and as he acknowledged Kaminaga who was beginning to piece the unspoken truth through this notion alone, Miyoshi had at last asserted that he himself was daresay...unworthy.    

“Kaminaga, what do you think of our annual competition?” Miyoshi cautiously mustered, ceasing any semblance of prior response and stood his ground.

Pausing slightly, Kaminaga had the gall to chortle all the same and answer fluidly as though he’d been waiting in mere anticipation.

“Your efforts are all the more attractive to me.” Kaminaga mused and even if Miyoshi begged to differ, that alluring grin was always just enough for him.

Naturally so, Miyoshi wouldn’t be able to live it down if he had to do something as unnerving as pleading in Kaminaga’s presence, and even more so, if the pleading was for Kaminaga. That just wouldn’t do. Tonight, however, he’d begged to differ just once more. Just this once, he’d plead—desperately and uncharacteristically so—that Kaminaga, as teasing and enticing in all of his infallible charms, would most definitely prove him wrong for all that he was. It was his own selfish demand that he wouldn’t dare take no as an answer for.

“And the outcome?” Miyoshi uttered softly, allowing the words to venture at their own gradual pace and innately mirrored his ever emanating dread.

“Expected of a crowned victor~” Kaminaga remarked with a boastful air, winking flirtatiously all the same.

“And...me?” Miyoshi unconsciously murmured and scarcely staggered as his voice grew frightened at such a feat. “Kaminaga...will you also grow tired of—”

“I love you.”  

It was in the apprehension that cruelly continued to bustle about and the emitting doubts within the air, that everything had abruptly pummeled to the ground and Miyoshi was at last at point blank. For that mischievous grin was burning like wildfire into his very being, and Miyoshi had nearly gasped aloud at the mere whisper of his amour.      

“...D-Don’t interrupt.” The younger man reprimanded quietly and timidly diverted his gander, concealing himself for the faintest second. “Of course you do. You always have.”

“Then how do you suppose I grow tired of you when your best efforts at our little game is the result of your fear of losing me, rather than the competition? It’s tiring alone to even fathom that it would even be possible to grow tired of you.” Kaminaga asserted with the teasing glint reflected in his eyes, and gently smiled in pleasantries when Miyoshi grew bashful.

Faintly emitting a timid hum in acknowledgment and eyeing him subtly, Miyoshi pursed his lips cautiously and parted from Kaminaga’s hold. Despite the bemused expression that faced him from the curious gesture, Miyoshi’s line of sight soon fell upon Kaminaga’s in utter delight and the younger man smirked all the same. Fortunately, Kaminaga knew better than to allow Miyoshi to bestow words of contempt to save face and found himself far too amused by the boyfriend who more than likely figured out his scheme that was yet in play. Nevertheless, Kaminaga would play his hand anyway.   

“Miyoshi~ are you playing coy with me? You should know best when these games aren’t nearly as exciting if I can’t play them with you.” Kaminaga continued cunningly and squeezed Miyoshi’s nose with a light chuckle. Despite that his palm was immediately slapped away, he grinned and savoured the silly scowl he received.

Teasing, of course, was most definitely the suggested course of action when that adoring frown was growing all the more skeptical. For it was irrefutably impossible to even consider boredom when Miyoshi was with him and naturally, Kaminaga absolutely needed to reward the overly sweet notion of Miyoshi working hard to make certain of that. Triumphs in silly competitions between the two were mere foreplay after all. Even if it meant losing as well was just as alluring, and that he’d remind Miyoshi as many times as necessary.

“Isn’t it strange that you manage to keep me on my toes, as if I’m afraid that you’ll actually grow an extra five centimetres after all? Except that,” Kaminaga proclaimed lovingly, before snorting at the vexed expression who inherently knew where this ‘romantic’ assertion was headed. Not that Kaminaga was even capable of stopping that lovely tongue of his. “you definitely won’t!”  

“...Shut up.” Miyoshi responded in agitations, biting back the smallest of laughter that was threatening to unveil itself and lightly thrust a finger against Kaminaga’s chest.  

Though it was only far too evident that the gentle push wasn’t nearly as perilous as it should’ve been, and Miyoshi’s focus had then found sanctuary elsewhere; utterly unconvinced from the words exchanged just moments before. There was soon a discerning glance that treaded just past the barista and at an unbeknownst realm. The stare that momentarily met Kaminaga’s was restrained and searching for what wasn’t before him, as if he were caught in a daze. Crinkling his brow at such an implication, Kaminaga paused for an impetuous second before glimpsing back at Miyoshi again.

The younger man was now finding interest in only the oddest of entities, and it was all too strange to fall unnoticed whatsoever. Miyoshi must’ve known for as Kaminaga teasingly blew hot air against his boyfriend’s visage, his lips immediately frowned at the gesture and their eyes locked at once. Miyoshi was seeping of skepticism and guilt, and it was proven dearly as his finger shuddered subtly when he reached out for Kaminaga in retributive jest. Judging by its position, Kaminaga could only grimace at the thought of a forehead flick that would be far too pitiful for a man of Miyoshi’s caliber. It was as he abruptly stopped the cold hand in its tracks and planted a kiss upon Miyoshi’s knuckle that Kaminaga at last, was all the more certain.

Alas, there was another ungenuine and hurtful smile from Miyoshi.            

Heaving a breath, Kaminaga scarcely eyed the empty doorway as he let go of his boyfriend’s hand in regret and noted the semblance of distress hiding before him. As he ventured from behind the counter and to Miyoshi’s side, he grasped that same hand at once and gently led him to the vacant back corner. Naturally, he’d made extra precautions in knowing that they wouldn’t be observed and carefully placed Miyoshi’s bag upon the table for he needed not of anything getting his way of holding him near. Miyoshi, however, darted a bemused glimmer in his expression and Kaminaga merely wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist in complete ignorance of the now contemptuous glare.

“Hey...being able to keep up and even best me isn’t the only reason why I’m so in love with you, and only you, silly Miyo.” Kaminaga steadily persisted through a softened murmur, a single hand carefully parting from behind. As he lifted Miyoshi’s chin upwards, the bashful orbs then greeted his own. “I’m already the best, even more than you sometimes...but that’s exactly why I enjoy playing our little games so much.”

Pink was dusted upon Miyoshi’s cheek in a reluctant blush and he bit his lip timidly, succumbing to the forceful words that made him falter. He’d nearly forgotten to scold Kaminaga for having the gall to even utter that he was daresay second, but as his hand was pressed against Kaminaga’s chest in adoration, he hadn’t the reason to punish that all too sweetened gaze. Surely he’d known for years and years that it was rather foolish to even doubt the extent of Kaminaga’s affections, and even his own weakness in turn. The only one who could unravel every whim when Miyoshi hadn’t said a word and merely suggested as so, was holding him safely in his arms and emitting that unrivaled radiance in his smile—for the perfect competitor was an even more consummate lover.

“Why should I settle for the best when you make me wanna be even better, and impress you each and every day?” Kaminaga mused lovingly and grinned at the boyfriend who hadn’t a single mutter in response, his hand that softly began to caress Miyoshi’s cheek in a discerning enamourment. “It might be rare for us to think the same, but I also know that you alone are the only one worth impressing.”

What was more gratifying than escalating the quintessential for pride alone, was enchanting the only one who could exceed all expectations and be delighted all the same by those very notions in turn. There was no meaning if it wasn’t Kaminaga.

His face was obstinate in radiating of that decisive and regal crimson hue. Miyoshi, however, was also quite decisive in acknowledging that such a vision was faultless and in fact, premeditated. For Red was a color fit for an emperor and he only looked most beautiful in the colour that Kaminaga painted upon him.         

“Were my efforts wasteful then?” Miyoshi faintly pondered in place of his once dubious concerns; the very ones that were as baseless as the amount of chocolate that Kaminaga had been gifted from grade school until now.

In spite of the aftermath, Miyoshi had still tossed aside his pride in a desperate endeavour to hold him near—the him that knew not of parting whatsoever. Though the older man merely feigned a gasp at Miyoshi’s staggering regret and was now reassuring him yet again with that whimsical chortle.   

“Never. It’s quite the opposite~!” Kaminaga insisted and teasingly pressed a peck at the corner of his mouth in taunts.

As he reached for the palm that remained on his cheek and plummeted his own upon that same hand, Miyoshi was well aware that the rather intimate proximity and irrefutable glint reflecting in Kaminaga’s eyes were forcing him to relent into disarray. Even the hot breath that trickled upon his lips from the suffering gesture just moments before and how Kaminaga’s all too alluring airs had never ceased to make him falter into a dizzy incantation. That subtle but flirtatious smirk most certainly knew of its effect, and Kaminaga was daring him with every ephemeral second that passed them by. Not that Miyoshi would ever allow him to triumph so easily, even in spite of the crimson painted upon his visage and had at last pushed his mischievous enchanter away.

“Well...if you’re so sure of yourself, then I have nothing to concern myself with.” Miyoshi responded with a rather familiar and inciting guile. “If you defeat me, that is. It doesn’t really matter when game play aside, you’ll always give in to me.”

The deriding and unrivaled pleasantries of his gentle smile had returned and Kaminaga willingly swallowed the bait. Those sweetened and tauntful words that rolled off his lover’s tongue were everything after all. Nevertheless, the captivating spell had abruptly turned disdainful at the sight of Miyoshi’s inconspicuous glance and now crossed arms. Kaminaga grimaced at once; he was about to get scolded.  

“And what’s even more impressive, is that you have to gall to be so demanding and not apologize yourself.” Miyoshi reprimanded, frowning inconspicuously in spite of his evidently entitled and pompous airs. “If you weren’t being so petty, maybe we’d be having dinner right now.”

Not that Miyoshi wasn’t equally at fault and that neither were truly at fault when it had all been a silly misunderstanding taking form in discouraged contempt. Even if the mere notion of Miyoshi admitting defeat to him and ‘being the only one worth impressing’ was all the more enticing.

Kaminaga should’ve known better, of course. Miyoshi wouldn’t dare dismiss the spitefully ‘loving’ greetings he’d been offered at their abrupt meeting, and truthfully however, they really should’ve been having dinner instead spiting each other from misinformed dismays. His intentions naturally didn’t entail of harsh gestures and yet, Kaminaga panicked at seeing the one whose demeanour had altered in the strangest of notions and sufficed with a faltering front. For what he once dismissed as Miyoshi feeding his ego on Valentine’s day, was in actuality, Miyoshi’s unbeknownst fright. It was the innate, however, that Miyoshi had easily unraveled him and drew upon his core.     

“Do I really have to apologize when Mr. Son-of-the-Dean keeps stealing my boyfriend? How about we do something about him instead, hmm?” Kaminaga grumbled through a most subtle and bashful air, steadily entwining their fingers when the blush growing across his cheek was more blatant than discrete. “I can’t help but be...mildly...jealous...”

“Naturally, though, aren’t you sorry that you don’t get to spend more time with me?” Miyoshi prompted softly with the words nearly stumbling in a graceless mumble, emitting from his lips in a hidden apprehension. Perhaps frivolous and hasty all the same, he thought better to close their distance through a needy embrace. “You know those girls don’t matter as much to me. Only you matter.”

For if he didn’t, Kaminaga most definitely would’ve uncovered and teased the floundering expression painted upon his visage. Kaminaga was simply unfair to even mention his unrivaled and jealous impulses that Miyoshi knew only to surrender to.   

“I am…” The older man boastfully noted and urged himself against lowering his guard, in spite of Miyoshi’s all too evident and irrefutable weakness.

It was unlike Miyoshi to perform acts of public affection or...affection at all really. Surely this was no different, and it wouldn’t be devious in the least to test the waters in measly skepticism that the narcissistic Miyoshi was in fact hiding himself. For as Kaminaga was growing all the more amused, he purposely repressed himself from returning the adoring gesture in a seeming bewilderment. With a hot breath draped upon his ear and a teasing kiss that too had followed suit on his cheek, Kaminaga knew better than to fall victim to the deceitful ploys that he absolutely loved to hate.

Gently pushing Miyoshi away, he made certain to steal a glimpse at the timid and diverted expression that fell into the open at last. With a haughty snicker emitting from his lips, Kaminaga roughly drew Miyoshi back in with a single arm snaked behind his waist. He dared not to suppress the grin that seeped of tauntful air when Miyoshi darted back a most baffled smirk. Whether he was bashful in denial or pompous and willing, mattered not—not when Kaminaga was the only one capable of calling Miyoshi, his.  

“I’m also sorry that you have to work so hard in attending to those cute girls, when I’m the crowned victor of our little Valentine’s chocolate competition every year. I guess I can’t really blame you when I’m just as guilty.” Kaminaga goaded playfully and cruelly all the same, naturally exposing his gall to provoke his boyfriend earnestly so, even in the public eye.  

“The guilty surely have faults as well, don’t they? Admit to your crimes then.” Miyoshi demanded with that unbearable conceit oozing from his teasing gaze, fingers gently toying at the older man’s chest as though to rouse him. “...Even if your smallest of jealousy is the slightest bit...arousing.”

“So you like it then?” Kaminaga taunted cheekily at the subdued hint of crimson dusting across Miyoshi’s alluring visage, and eagerly motioned his intents with a thigh pressed between the younger’s man legs knowingly. The delightful gasp escaping Miyoshi was but another jewel he’d worship to the ends of the earth. “You’re just as arousing when you’re frustrated so, I guess I am sorry.”

“Bastard. You should know better.” Miyoshi readily scolded with a softened smile reserved for Kaminaga alone. 

Regretfully pushing Kaminaga’s advances aside and gently so, he then wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck and indulged in the scenic pleasantry that was his sole possession. 

“I suppose I should.” Kaminaga mused in agreement and faltered to the sweetened and affectionate touch, adorning that sly grin that suited him well and closed the minimal gap. “Now kiss me and teach me to know better.”

Lightly humming in response as Kaminaga’s demand was all the more provoking with the enticing bedroom eyes and a luscious breath drawing near, Miyoshi supposed he could allow him the pleasure when he too was in longing for more than a mere sample. Even if Kaminaga was childishly closing his eyes and now puckering his lips like a fool. As Miyoshi’s line of sight momentarily wandered elsewhere in precautions of disturbing the public, he then acknowledged an inconspicuous gander from Kaminaga’s superior and backed away in hesitations.

Even if said employer had now diverted his attention and would more than likely make an exception for the remains of Valentine’s day, it wouldn’t do well to cause problems for Kaminaga at the job he couldn’t afford to lose. He was constantly insisting on footing the bill and contributing when it wasn’t necessary after all.   

“...Your manager’s looking.” Miyoshi whispered upon eyeing Kaminaga’s now dejected pout.

In spite of the warning, there was a semblance of a whine escaping Kaminaga and then a devious chuckle at Miyoshi’s very shy remark. As the older man thought better to spitefully steal a glance at his manager, Miyoshi immediately cupped his face between his palms and wordlessly forbid him.  

“Because we’re so cute~!” Kaminaga nonchalantly boasted in glee, earnestly attempting to reassure Miyoshi of his blatant worries.

It was odd really that his narcissistic boyfriend would adoringly grow bashful under the watch of others, and yet, it was delightful all the same.

Nevertheless, Kaminaga was still in need to taste a certain someone’s teasing lips and as he cautiously strived to do exactly that, Miyoshi torturously smirked and had an even more forceful hold on his face. The overly familiar cruelty was but another notion that Kaminaga entertained in wonder if he was actually a masochist for Miyoshi. Naturally, he knew the answer in spite of his rampant denial.  

Heaving a dismayed huff and pouting all the more, Kaminaga sufficed with at least planting a kiss against Miyoshi’s nose when he regretfully relented. Though said boyfriend had parted from him far too quickly for his liking and seemed to have blatant intentions of otherwise—like always.

“And because,” Miyoshi promptly reminded, steadily venturing behind Kaminaga with a reclaimed bag at his side and pushed him back towards the empty counter. “you’re not doing your job.”

Merely humming in response as he not so secretly grew amused from the gesture alone, Kaminaga abruptly paused in his tracks to torture Miyoshi just a moment longer and snorted at the immediate slap he received. Love was pain after all, and his boyfriend never went easy on the supposed and adoringly ‘playful punches’.

“You’re right. I should be doing you right now.” Kaminaga flirtatiously mused when he’d been forcefully returned to the workstation, his drawl that was low and husky and ever so daring with the mischievous wink. “Why don’t I prove to you how sorry I am?”

Naturally, Miyoshi wasn’t so easy to sway and hadn’t even batted a eye from the teasing. Or so he thought for Miyoshi was gently chuckling to his utter disbelief, and as his eyelashes fluttered in a captivating motion upon meeting eyes, he was all the more certain that Miyoshi was undoubtedly unfair.

“Make me a drink first. How about…” Miyoshi haughtily demanded as his voice soon trailed off, skeptically eyeing and toying at the frappucino advertisements before him.

“No, you wouldn’t like that one. Not this one either...” Kaminaga murmured as he observed Miyoshi’s fluctuating apprehension, deftly acknowledging the exact words he’d yet to say without so much as the motion of his finger. Miyoshi was only contemplating what he’d sampled once before and Kaminaga couldn’t help but snicker discreetly at such a feat.

Starbucks never was of Miyoshi’s caliber after all, and even so, Kaminaga had caught him attempting it on various occasions nonetheless and in blatant denial when questioned upon. Of course, he needed to know not of such overt reasonings and only adored him more; uncertain if such a possibility had even been in existence until now. For that notion alone, Miyoshi would most definitely be gratified with a drink that was worthy and to his appeal. It was the least he could do when Miyoshi had even swallowed his pride to woo his admirers in a discerning fear of losing grasp of his boyfriend.

“Just go sit and I’ll bring it to you. I’ll make it really special, okay?” Kaminaga added on, taking note of Miyoshi’s bemused expression when the debit card offered from his wallet was deftly ignored and Kaminaga sighed. “Miyo, put your card away. Actually...”

There wasn’t so much as a beat before Kaminaga had abruptly taken hold of both the card and wallet from Miyoshi’s grasp, and the younger man could only blink back in dismay. This wasn’t the first time that Kaminaga had confiscated his wallet and as he was immediately led to a seat, their fingers were evidently entwined and Miyoshi was unwilling to part with him.  

In spite of his rather vain demeanour, it was the utmost of pleasantries that Miyoshi was nearly too sweet for Kaminaga’s taste and yet became his guilty pleasure all the same. Though perhaps that was because Kaminaga was the guilty one—guilty of keeping Miyoshi to himself and guilty for leaving him alone more often than not. Miyoshi in turn had attested to such an inclination for he’d readily pulled Kaminaga back when he separated from him.     

“...You’ll never change, will you?” Miyoshi spoke gently with a faint smile unveiled upon his lips and urged Kaminaga down to his level with a needy drag of his hand, gazing upwards as he did so.

He’d only expected Miyoshi to scold him and yet, smiling softly and uttering the sweetened incantation was the cruelest of counter measures he could’ve chosen. Surely Miyoshi was well aware of such torturous means, for as their lips were now in proximity to dazzle the other, Miyoshi had firmly pressed his palm against Kaminaga’s chest and had but a single demand.

“Fine. Don’t leave me waiting.”

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HataJitsu & KamiMiyo Toku Headcanons ✩꒳✩

(￣ω￣)that no one asked for but I can’t stop thinking about it okkkk 💦💦💦💦

can you taste my undying thirst and bias for kamimiyo because I am shameless (￣ω￣;)  no actually, I’m Mimi 

Aaaaaand tokusatsu or 特撮 for those who don’t know are J-dramas and/or films that use lots of special effects ^o^ Godzilla, Garo, Kamen Rider, Super Sentai, Ultraman etc. are just some examples~! 

I just think that Kaminaga and Hatano would like really be into tokusatsu series and would debate which ones are better, best suits, fight scenes, etc etc and Miyoshi and Jitsui would just be forced to put up with their embarrassing boyfriends... but low-key enjoying it too wwwwwwww 

...

and yes, Kaminaga and Hatano would totally do the poses when they go to exhibitions and fanboy so hard at the great details!! (honestly, same tho >w<)

Also thanks @dollofdeath​ for indulging me (*´ω｀)o  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

HataJitsu

Jitsui openly likes Toku too (to a certain degree)  and will watch it with Hatano kinda often

It's cute because Hatano gets all excited and Jitsui is just LOL, finding him sooo cute and precious

Hatano naturally hates being teased and called a kid, but Jitsui can’t help but tease him more for being such an adorable fanboy  (*ﾉωﾉ)ｷｬｰ like okk Hatano, ILY but you ARE a kid sometimes and it’s so freaking cute

Not to mention how pure some of these shows are omfg and the fact that some of the catch phrases are so cheesy and Hatano enjoys them so much and get so into it, makes Jitsui wanna bully protect him more 

Because the real hero isn’t the next rider or super sentai, but the stupid boyfriend beside him（˶′◡‵˶）

Though, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows with these heroes and Jitsui does find himself honestly liking the intriguing plot lines that can surprisingly be deep and insightful 

Jitsui looks forward to Hatano’s reactions but really, it’s vice-versa because a lot of the time Hatano’s already seen these episodes but he just wants Jitsui to enjoy it too 

But then they just keep sneaking glances at each other’s reaction instead of watching wwww

Plus Hatano gets really hyped during the fight scenes and is just always in awe and Jitsui’s starting to wonder like ohhh is this why Hatano took all these martial arts classes  (つ∀<●)ﾟ💦 💦 💦

Hatano sometimes thinks that he could totally be one of the suit actors if not for his height and kinda gets really down about it but Jitsui would just be like “I don’t suppose I’d need special effects to draw fear into people when it’s all natural, so why would you need special effects to suit up and be my hero?” (>////////////<) 

Hatano passed out from a fever that night and Jitsui couldn’t take Hatano being everyone’s hero when he should just be his (✿´ ꒳ ` )

But when they do watch the new episodes together, as much as Jitsui does admit to liking it, they don’t hold a candle to Hatano’s reactions at the suits and everything

Jitsui enjoys Hatano’s stupid smile and overblown excitement the most because Hatano seems low-key troubled sometimes and doesn’t say much because he’s unsure really of why he’s feeling dubious, but when he watches toku, he like forgets all that so secretly, Jitsui loves his addiction so much

And Hatano somehow got Jitsui to start drawing toku art and is just MY BOYFRIEND IS SO AMAZING, HE SCARES ME (wait..he always does)

Random but I think Jitsui would probably enjoy KR Amazons the most and would lol during horror films and Hatano is just......I'm glad he likes me...I think. (￣ω￣;)

KamiMiyo

Of course, Kaminaga has to drag (and beg and whine for) Miyo to actually consider watching Toku shows and once they start watching, it’s normal for them to marathon shows and de-stress with each other since Miyo wants to see what’s gotten Kaminaga so excited lately and because he’s so cuteeee   (*´∀`*)えへへ

Miyo thinks that the shows aren’t half bad and is at the very least intrigued by the whole idea of it, and also because Kaminaga is so pure and adorable for watching these kind of bubbly shows, it’s almost funny? Even when they’re not always bubbly and kinda deep. He just likes seeing Kaminaga be really happy  *:･(*/////∇/////*)･:*:･ 

Plus, the chance to tease Kaminaga will never not be amazing wwwww

but Miyo low-key thinking omg the detail on these suits are so amazing and the choreograph is just so grea---I mean...it's passable, naturally. That's why it has a following and all and what no, Kaminaga...I’m just taking this photo for ref ok...?  💦 💦 💦

and yes of course they go to Kamen Rider the Diner and Miyoshi just...why am I here...like sure, Miyo’s a foodie and all but novelty food almost always tastes the same. 

Though, that’s where Kaminaga comes in and says something about how the details they put into creating these silly aesthetics for the food based on quirks from the show makes it really fun to eat! Not to mention that a lot of those times were when he was watching toku with Miyo and that makes all the difference---it’s definitely not as enjoyable if he’s not with Miyo because somehow Miyo makes Toku even better and he just treasures Toku more because of that and I’m cry (´；ω；`)

and god, Kaminaga can you not stare at Miyo like tht because he’s trying to eat here without swooning  （*/∇＼*）

Miyo’s just.......I am not getting flustered over some below average novelty food because of you (≧ヘ≦　) he totally is though wwwwww

and it makes it even worse because Kaminaga’s charms always has that effect on Miyo and Miyo is just...stop taking pictures and eat your weeb food

But also LOL Kaminaga is such a dumb dork and getting excited over the cafe merch or interior and how it reminds him of this and that scene and Miyoshi just can’t help but wanna treasure this stupid pure sunshine even more >w<

Ohhh and and and Kaminaga totally fanboying about toku with these total strangers and Miyo just totally can’t stand it and just cosplays as Kaminaga’s fave to get his attention

though kaminaga is totally flustered at this, he won’t hug Miyo and barely even kiss him because the details of his suit are so amazing and Miyoshi’s just I hate that you’re so cute （˶′◡‵˶） but seriously, look at me b*tch 

Though, what if instead Miyo was like a closet tokusatsu fan because he thinks liking something so childish totally contrasts with his ummm supposedly "cool" image but then again he's dating Kaminaga lololol and he finds the heroes pretty cool lolololl idk (I;m same miyoshi saaaaame)  (∩ﾟ∀｀∩)ｷｬ―!!!!

Kaminaga finding out and at first like LOLOLOLOLOL I can't believe I've known you for this long and you managed to keep it from me; that is so cute (and super happy that he’s the only one who knows about Miyo’s addiction) TwT

Kaminaga's not an avid fan but he does enjoy it time to time from the stuff he's seen and finds it pretty cool and Miyo totally getting excited talking about toku and Kaminaga's like dying because that is freaking cuteeeee 

Miyo secretly collects the figures LOL and keeps them hidden even away from Kaminaga ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )

Also okkk so when Jitsui goes to a doujin event to sell his manga or doujins perhaps, of course, the others come to support him! 

Naturally Hatano is there and lol probably buys manga and doujins, artbooks, merch (I feel like he'd be into manga and stuff a lot, but not crazy but does enjoy it) 

Miyoshi comes too, of course, but can't find Kaminaga anywhere is just ...sort of lonely but you know, he's here to support Jitsui and make fun of Hatano and w o w that is some intense cosplay right there huhhh is that his fave rider in a get up that looks almost identical to the exact same suit made for the show and omg his belt is so unreal and every detail makes him feel like this is some crazy dream because this cosplayer is practically oozing this unrivaled charisma and charm ≧(´▽｀)≦

and it’s probably his unhindered narcissism, but he can’t help but feel that this cosplayer is looking at him (though, low-key freaking out because oh no, can all toku fans tell who other toku fans are because he is sooo sCREWED)

miyo's like almost sweating but gosh there's so many ppl and thank you god if you're out there because Miyoshi always has his favourite handkerchief to look extra pristine and wipe away non-existent sweat, of course (Gods don’t sweat) (ノ*゜▽゜*)

and ugh where are you Kaminaga because Kaminaga needs to see this too 

and and Miyo wants to... scold him as well for being this late and not answering all his messages

Secretly, however, Miyo won’t mind if Kaminaga makes fun of him but naturally Kaminaga won't...much because Kaminaga thinks Miyo low-key fanboying is just as cute as affectionate drunk miyo ೭੧(❛▿❛✿)੭೨

The people are still crowding around this amazing cosplayer but now that Miyo’s kinda close, he can totally sneak a pic while no one's looking at him because oh god no one can find out (even if Kaminaga did yikes, but it’s ok because it’s Kaminaga) 

For once, he feels nearly unworthy to be near this cosplayer that is somehow a person and why isn't Kaminaga answering his phone

Nvm Kaminaga finally picked up and---huhhhhh why does the cosplayer have Kaminaga's phone and is...w-waving? at him no less?

Once the helmet comes off, Miyo can barely even register that it’s Kaminaga and is totally blushing because it’s so freaking hot (actually, Miyo, there’s quite a bit of AC buuut) and Kaminaga is so freaking hot and no, he doesn’t mean just because of the material of the cosplay

Finally when Miyo gets close enough, he’s too flustered to say much and Kaminaga’s just adoring the cuteness exuding Miyo right now 

for the first time, Miyoshi’s really feeling insanely shy right now and he’s known Kaminaga for practically forever and Miyo even has the gall to timidly ask if he can touch his suit because it’s so amazing

Of course, Kaminaga isn’t so foolish as to not tease Miyo at this when Miyo softly grazes the suit and is still in complete awe at the precision and detail because yes, Kaminaga has always been amazingly skilled and Miyo is so so lucky to have this man as his boyfriend  ｡(〃ω〃)ﾟ.+:｡♪

Miyo doesn’t even realize how shy he’s become and is just cautiously raising his phone and is starts murmuring almost

 “So...is it ok if we take a selfie together.........” like he’s now Kaminaga’s fanboy and Kaminaga is so startled and is also blushing frantically (because of the “heat” righttt boyyyys 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀)

but Kaminaga’s just kisses him instead and is just “A kiss is a much more meaningful memorabilia, isn’t it?” and even winks for added measure and gosh, Miyo knows his little handkerchief can’t save him now from looking like a total tomato (because oh yes, the heat is oh so vindictive of him)

“If it’s only for me, I suppose it is.”

THE END wooo fuwa fuwa fluffssssss 

Welp...that was way longer than I intended (((0へ0)💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦 cries I kinda wanna write that as a fanfic but idkkkk heehee I just think the whole cliche scenario works for them and is totally adorable TwT If anyone actually read this til the end, thank you for putting up with my eternally thirsty Kamimiyo rambles  (〃 ω 〃) and have a very lovely day and evening because you deserve both, even if you can only have one or the other (￣ω￣)

[dollofdeath]

drunk kamiyoshi ;)

send me a pair/character + word(s)

i guess this is mostly about drunk miyoshi lolol but okie hc that miyoshi is actually kinda sweet and affectionate when he’s drunk huehue. also this is set in modern au! thanks for the prompt and i hope you enjoy~

As he sits now with a glass of sake in hand and an extra sixty-eight kilograms leaning onto his side, the only thing Kaminaga can think of is “Why the hell can’t Miyoshi be this cute when sober?”

It’s a once in a blue moon sight to see Miyoshi drunk (mostly because he himself gets drunk first), but somehow the stars have aligned tonight to grant Kaminaga this opportunity. He doesn’t quite get how it happened, since he’s pretty sure they’ve drank the same amount and Miyoshi is no means a lightweight drinker, but he’s certainly not complaining either.

Miyoshi rests his chin on Kaminaga’s shoulder, his breath hot against Kaminaga’s neck and a hum coming from his lips; his free hand slips into Kaminaga’s and clumsily entwines their fingers together. Looking down at him, Miyoshi’s eyes are half-lidded and his hair disheveled, but there’s a smile on his face that gives off a serene air.

If only he could capture this image, Kaminaga thinks. He pauses, mind a little slow on the uptake. Then sets his glass down, because he remembers that, yes, he absolutely can capture this image.

“…Miyo,” he says slowly, testing to see just how out of it Miyoshi is. As Miyoshi’s eyes turn towards him, he takes his phone out.

“Hm?” No eye rolling nor retorts about the nickname. Great. So it’s pretty out of it.

Opening up the camera app, Kaminaga focuses his phone on Miyoshi.

“Say cheese~”

Miyoshi blinks as if registering his words, and perks up once he notices the phone in front of him. He flashes him a toothy grin, one completely unlike that sly smirk he usually gives. Without hesitating, Kaminaga takes the picture. And just because, he takes another one.

As soon as he’s done, Miyoshi’s head lands back against his shoulder and the two of them look at the photo Kaminaga’s just taken.

“That’s cute,” Miyoshi says.

“…What.” Usually Miyoshi has some criticisms (or “critique” as Miyoshi so kindly puts it) in store for him whenever he takes pictures, especially ones of him. But praise? The weight of Miyoshi on him anchors him into reality and assures him that he’s not actually dreaming.

“I said ‘that’s cute.’”

“…Wait, really? You don’t want me to delete it or anything?”

“No. Why would I?”

“It’s a picture of you.”

“I love myself.” That answer doesn’t surprise Kaminaga at all. “And I love that you love me.” Well, he’s got a point. “So you can keep it.”

“…Really?”

“Yes,” Miyoshi says, “because I love you.”

At that, Kaminaga finds himself blanking out because what the hell, Miyoshi never says “I love you.” Damn. If only he’d seen that one coming, then he would’ve recorded it too.

“I… love you too,” Kaminaga says, too stunned to think properly (or maybe it’s the alcohol. Or both. Who knows). 

Miyoshi only smiles back before snuggling closer.

Kaminaga makes a decision as he pockets his phone: he’s definitely keeping these pictures under lock and key.

[rotkaiserin]

soft and gentle kamiyoshi in between their bantering is my Aesthetic™

alternate caption: u can pry kamiyoshi from my cold dead hands

alternate alternate caption: im really fucked for my chem test

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Automaton (KamiMiyo/Miyokami) ch 1

Automaton - Alitheia Fandom/Relationships: Joker Game/KamiMiyo-MiyoKami Tags: Canon Universe. Friendship/Love. Light angst. Non-chronological. Summary: —but spies were not machines. (Kaminaga recounted the past and dreamed of the days to come; of a world in which Miyoshi hadn’t ceased to exist.) Chapters: one | two | three | four Link: AO3

A/N: Did a fanfic with this kind of writing style before, I thought it'd be fun to try it with KamiMiyo too (and in English ;w;). Portraying both Kaminaga and Miyoshi is so hard—I have so many ideas for them, which I'd probably never be able to write lol—but the nature and complexity of their relationships was the thing that made me love this pairing instantly. Hopefully, though, I won't mess up so much and this fanfic comes out in the way I see them in my head, hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! (´・ω・`)

Joker Game © Yanagi Koji and I do not gain any profit from writing this fanfiction.

i. under the morning light

One of the reminiscences that could never be washed away from Kaminaga's memories was of a spy named Miyoshi, as he sat beside the window at the agency’s small library on the fourth floor, with a book on his lap, basked under the morning sun. It was a modest scenery, neither a special occasion nor a point of culmination, but there was just something in its simplicity that made the moment lingered. Perhaps because it was their first chance to talk with only the two of them present, or maybe because it was the first time he realized how flawless the contour of Miyoshi’s face was—from his pretty eyes to his salient chin—carved by shadows and golden rays.

Kaminaga had pretty much picked up on everyone’s quirks since the early of their trainee days. It was a little harder with the number of people who started at first, but later as the days went and they finally dwindled to eight men, the more chance they got to interact, the more each of their personalities became prominent. But it had never occurred to him, the Miyoshi who liked reading books—not that Kaminaga thought he didn’t fit the smart image—he just didn’t see that narcissistic Miyoshi would also need to hide himself away sometimes.

“Sorry,” he remembered it was he who first attempted for any sort of conversation, during the first few weeks of their training, “did I disturb you?”

“As long as you won’t start screaming or something of the like,” chestnut-colored eyes glanced, “then I’m not bothered.”

“I’m just going to open the window and smoke, if that’s alright with you?”

“Be my guest.”

Miyoshi titled his torso a bit to the side so he could easily open the windowpane, followed by a slight shake of the head and a thin smile when refusing the cigarette Kaminaga offered him. They eventually just sat there, falling into a sweet silence of the early winter. Kaminaga leaned on his chair, eyes parking somewhere between the bookshelves behind Miyoshi’s back, as his ears searched for proof of lives, even if it was just a faint sound of breaths or tiny chirp of birds outside.

He wasn’t thinking about anything particular when without a warning, Miyoshi closed his hardback book with a dull thud, blowing off dust particles that looked akin to light snow. He left it on his thighs, while his gaze shifted outside; still as a statue, as if was contemplating, or trying to find inspiration in the windows of other buildings. Bending forward to tap the cigarette on the ashtray on the small table separating them, Kaminaga peeked at his book—The Odyssey, carved in silver letters on a sky blue cover.

Positioning his back to be as comfortable as the wooden chair allowed him to, he puffed trails of smoke.

“I never thought you’re a fan of Homer.”

“I’m not,” their eyes met for a brief second, before Miyoshi returned his gaze to his book, tapping his fingers on the binding, “was just looking for something to keep me busy last night.”

“You could always come to cafeteria like usual, you know,” Kaminaga said, “we played cards until past midnight.”

The corners of his lips turned slightly upwards, and the only thing that crossed Kaminaga’s mind was how Miyoshi was always able to make his lips curved in a way that look so effortless and natural, “Sometimes you just need the time to be alone.”

“Well, if you say so, I guess I could understand.” He chuckled a bit. “So, did you find something interesting about Odysseus?”

“Not particularly, except maybe for the fact that he probably slept with pretty much every woman he met,” Miyoshi looked at him, still smiling, “somehow that sounds a bit familiar, doesn’t it?”

“Let’s just pretend you weren’t looking at me when you said that.”

“I’m still looking at you, though.”

Kaminaga laughed. “May I ask what are you trying to imply here?”

“Other than things that have been depicted in some ancient Greek epic poems actually still could be found in today’s society, no,” Miyoshi replied, “I’m not trying to imply anything.”

Only a couple of weeks ago, this man and all of his sickeningly sweet, disparaging innuendos had irked him to no end. But now when he’d realized that Miyoshi might simply be a cynic to the core, and that by throwing sarcastic remarks was his way of trying to keep the conversation going, he instead found himself grinning, genuinely amused at how bizarre his personality was. For the same reason he also didn’t reply. Kaminaga hated losing, but for this one time, he’d let Miyoshi feel satisfied. Consider it as him being genial. And he could be wrong, but Miyoshi did seem a bit younger than him, so consider it as Kaminaga being a courteous big brother as well.

So then he resorted to just enjoy his cigarette, while the smoke danced above his head before it dissipated in the morning wind. There were, after all, some moments that were meant to be savored, just like this one.

Kaminaga might not look like it, but he actually fancied reading. So far the only trainee he met most often in the library was Jitsui, though their relationship was just that of a polite conversation with occasional comments or recommendations about books that both of them had read. Miyoshi’s presence might be a good change of pace; listening to other people was indeed Kaminaga’s natural interest. Miyoshi would almost certainly be a great partner for conversations, though sometimes he made Kaminaga want to throw him the ashtray.

“Actually,” Miyoshi said, suddenly, “there was something that kind of caught my attention more than Odysseus and his adventures.”

“Oh?”

Miyoshi set the book in his hands, letting the papers turned swiftly under his fingers, as if trying to find a certain page. Kaminaga didn’t want to admit that he was already curious. But he didn’t stop until the back cover was reached, and the man returned it to his lap instead. “I just thought there was something quite amusing.”

“And that something is?” When his interlocutor only smiled, he quickly added, “Don’t make it as if you want to say it then leave me hanging.”

“Am I catching your interest, Kaminaga?”

“Perhaps.” He puffed his cigarette, looking as absent-minded as possible. Though Kaminaga was a good actor—that was part of his job as a spy, actually—he knew there was no use of pretending in front of people who were also always faking.

“Automaton.”

“Pardon?”

“You asked what’s amusing, my answer is, automaton; King Alcinous’ gold and silver dogs,” Miyoshi said, “that, if you’re familiar with some Greek myth or Homer’s works.”

And of course he did. Kaminaga had read The Odyssey—hell, he even read The Iliad before that—and his memory was excellent, so he knew exactly what was being talked about. “The dogs that guard his palace?” he asked. “What’s funny about them?”

Miyoshi placed the book on the table, almost making Kaminaga think that he wanted to show something, but the book cover was closed. “Define automaton?”

“The Homer’s one? A statue out of metal, having the ability to move by themselves because they were given life by the gods or something.”

“Precisely,” Miyoshi sighed, “and that also sounds strangely familiar, isn’t it?”

Kaminaga raised an eyebrow, this time not catching what Miyoshi meant. He hoped his expression was enough to make the other spy elaborate further, but the man only maintained the curve on his lips, as if it was the only thing that he was supposed to do in the world. He then rose from his seat, dusted invisible dust off his waistcoat, and took the suit jacket from the back of the chair. Without any word, he walked toward the door.

“Wait,” Kaminaga called him right when his hand was on the doorknob, “where are you going?”

“I meant to catch some sleep, if you don’t mind,” stopping briefly, he said, “I was up all night, you see.”

“Well yes, but I still don’t get what you mean.”

He stared at Kaminaga for a few long seconds, face unreadable. Miyoshi then shrugged. “Yet.”

The door closed. Kaminaga was left alone in the room, with old books and tales about automatons.

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@ahahahahaderp 029 - kamimiyo

"I want this to never end..."

Note: It’s not mentioned in an explicit manner, but there are some mentions of child neglect.

Read in AO3 here.

~~

He doesn’t need this. He’s seven years old; he’s a second grader and not a whiny first grader. He’s not a baby.

The students’ chatter can be heard as he walks through the hall and he huffs out a breath as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. His classmates are having their sports class just like usual while here he is being sent to the infirmary. Had he not tripped while he’d been playing football, he wouldn’t have hurt himself and he would still be with his classmates.

It’s all stupid and it’s not something worth being called an injury; just a tiny scratch and very little bleeding just beneath his elbow. Although moving his arms does seem to cause pain in his elbows, he refuses to admit it.

He’s not a whiny baby.

He huffs out another breath as he stops by the infirmary’s door and slides it open.

“Ah thank god,” The nurse immediately says as she turns around and smiles, “What seems to be the matter?”

He doesn’t respond to her right away, instead his eyes falling on the brown-haired boy sitting on top of the bed, holding an icepack against his knee. He’s seen him in class before, quiet and he’d never approached him, and it comes with no surprise he can’t seem to remember the boy’s name.

He tears his gaze away when the boy looks up and lifts his elbow slightly to show the nurse his injury, “We were playing football and I tripped.”

“That looks painful,” The nurse furrows her brows, frowning slightly, and her voice higher and carrying sympathy.

He feels like huffing out another breath right there because he'd been expecting that reaction. It's not an injury of the big of a deal and yet have a baby complain about it, of course she's going to try to seem understanding. Now she and that boy probably think of him as a whiny baby.

If only his teacher hadn't told him to come here.

"It's not painful." He mumbles and the nurse hums.

"What's your name?"

"Kaminaga."

"Okay, come and sit here Kaminaga-kun. I'll take care of that." The nurse points to the bed and Kaminaga sits down quietly next to the boy who's remained quiet, still holding the icepack.

"That looks painful." The boy speaks and Kaminaga shrugs.

"But it's not."

The boy tilts his head slightly, "It doesn't hurt?"

Kaminaga ignores the throbbing pain in his arm and shakes his head again, "No."

"Alright, this might hurt." The nurse comes back next to them and starts to gently dab the cotton pad to clean up the wound and Kaminaga hisses slightly.

"So it hurts now?" The boys speaks again and Kaminaga turns to look at him, baffled as in what to tell him and what has him asking him this question over and over again.

The nurse shakes her head slightly chuckling, "He’s been saying weird things ever since he came here.”

“Saying my hair is better than yours isn’t weird.” The boy replies instantly and the nurse sighs. So that’s what had her muttering a thank god when he’d entered.

“It’s normal that it’ll hurt only now when the cut is getting cleaned up,” The nurse chooses to ignore the boy’s reply as she places the cotton down and grabs a plaster, and smiles at Kaminaga, “You must have noticed it before whenever you injured yourself it would hurt when your mum or dad cleaned it up, right?”

Kaminaga looks down and forces himself to mumble a yes, not being able to utter a no. No because there had been a different type of pain whenever he’d found himself cleaning up the wound by himself after showing it to his parents and after being repetitively told to clean it up by himself and no other words being shared.

The boy somehow looks away and the nurse places the bandage and covers up the cut. She gets up and hands him an icepack, “I’m going to grab something and come back in a few minutes. In that time, place this on your injury.”

Kaminaga nods his head and she looks at the other boy before leaving, “Don’t annoy him.”

“I won’t,” The boy replies as the nurse leaves yet as soon as the door is shut, he turns to face Kaminaga again, “That was the first time, wasn’t it?”

“First time?” Kaminaga repeats and the boy nods his head.

“Someone cleaning the wound for you.”

Kaminaga stares at him quietly, puzzled and confused as in how he’d managed to figure that out and notice that with the way he’d quickly mumbled an answer to the nurse.

“How did you know?” Kaminaga mumbles quietly.

“I would understand that,” The boy shrugs as he looks away, “Has anyone asked about your day?”

Kaminaga’s eyes widen slightly and he looks away, the boy’s words sinking in immediately.

Has anyone ever asked about your day before?

The only way he’d understand that is if it’s the same thing for him. And if it’s the same for him, then he definitely hasn’t heard that too.

“How’s your injury? Does it still hurt?” The surprised looks the boy sends him serves as a confirmation that he indeed has never heard that being asked and shakes his head slightly, and Kaminaga’s certain that’s a small smile making its way across his face.

“No,” The boy pauses, “What about your injury?”

“It’s better now.” Kaminaga finds himself answering honestly for once and smiles as he looks away and hears the door being slid open as the nurse comes back again.

So this is how it feels to have someone check up on you.

~~

He reaches school the next day an hour early. His parents hadn’t minded― not that they’ll ever mind― since he’d left his house at his usual timing. He’d always find an excuse not to stay home and if that to be leaving his house so early in the morning, then so be it. Except he never reaches school this early, always opting to pass by one of their neighbours who walks his dog on a daily basis at this time and Kaminaga spends a while playing with the dog.

But it had been different today. He’d passed by his neighbour, telling him he’ll be going immediately to school, and rushed with the hope of being there when the boy from yesterday arrives.

He’s taken aback slightly to spot the boy when he walks in the hall towards their classroom.

“I’m Kaminaga.” Kaminaga finally introduces himself and the boy smiles.

“I’m Miyoshi.”

And that’s when it all started.

~~

“Miyoshi?”

“Hmm?”

“…Never mind.”

The glare Miyoshi sends him has him laughing and Miyoshi looks back down at their math book left wide open on the desk between them. Miyoshi sighs as he rests his head against his hand and starts jotting down the next question in his notebook. Kaminaga stares at him quietly from the corner of his eyes, watching the way he purse his lips as he solves the question, never furrowing his brows because that causes wrinkles Kaminaga, what’s wrong with you, you shouldn’t do that, had been Miyoshi’s exact words whenever he finds Kaminaga furrowing his brows.

Kaminaga takes in a deep breath as he looks back down at his notebook, “You know how in elementary school we went to the same school and even now. I just have been thinking, next year we start high school.”

“And you’re worried that you’ll do badly in math.” Miyoshi’s reply comes in an instant and Kaminaga rolls his eyes.

“Shut up,” Miyoshi laughs, “That’s not what I wanted to say―”

“Is he home?”

“Those were his shoes by the door, weren’t they?”

“What time is he supposed to come back?”

“I don’t know.”

Kaminaga huffs out a breath hearing his parents’ voices coming from outside his room. They’d been out and it seems they’ve just come back. When he looks back at Miyoshi, he finds him looking back at him but he doesn’t seem to be bothered or surprised by what he’d heard. Miyoshi wouldn’t be; after all Kaminaga has been into Miyoshi’s house before and heard very similar words being spoken by his parents. He knows that his and Miyoshi’s lives are very much alike.

“You’re going to be fine even if you’re bad in math since you have me,” Miyoshi pauses and smirks, “What would you do without me?”

Kaminaga chuckles, hiding the smile to hear those words and to have Miyoshi answer his question before even asking him.

We’ll go to the same high school.

“I’m not that bad.” Kaminaga answers instead and Miyoshi chuckles as he goes back to the question he’d been solving earlier and Kaminaga bites his lips from smiling further. Instead, he leans closer to Miyoshi, peeking over his shoulder to glance at his notebook, “What did you write?”

“I thought you weren’t that bad―”

“Shut up.” Kaminaga laughs and Miyoshi smirks before scooting closer and showing his notebook to Kaminaga.

He can guarantee three more years of this and that’s probably the best reassurance he’s ever gotten.

~~

“That shitty―”

“Can you stop talking―”

“I don’t even understand what happened―”

“Do you understand the meaning of shut up then―”

“And you didn’t even― Ouch!” Kaminaga pouts at Miyoshi, rubbing his arm where Miyoshi had pinched him, “Why?”

“Because you can stop talking.” Miyoshi narrows his eyes at him when he parts his mouth and Kaminaga huffs out a breath, nodding his head and opting to remain quiet.

Miyoshi rubs the cotton against his cheek, cleaning up the cut, and Kaminaga hisses slightly, the cut stinging and he should have expected that with how he hadn’t cleaned it up immediately and Miyoshi’s only doing it now.

“Does it hurt a lot?” Miyoshi asks, pulling back slightly and Kaminaga shakes his head.

“No, I just don’t understand―”

“Really? Now?” Miyoshi asks with a sigh and Kaminaga nods his head.

“I don’t get it. Why did he come out of nowhere and decide to punch me?” Kaminaga huffs out a breath and Miyoshi puts his hand down.

“Because nearly all the girls like you and want to speak you. Including his girlfriend, and he thought you were flirting with her, expect he didn’t know it was the opposite.”

“And why couldn’t he go and talk with his girlfriend first?” Kaminaga asks, irritated by the entire thing, and Miyoshi raises his brows.

“And you think she would blatantly admit to flirting with you?” Miyoshi asks and Kaminaga groans.

“This entire thing is just― Anyway why were you the one who punched him back and made him leave instead of me?”

“He insulted my hair right after he punched you. I don’t know what’s wrong with him―”

“He probably has a broken nose now, that’s what wrong with him.” Kaminaga interrupts and Miyoshi shrugs.

“Probably.”

“I just don’t get it. I wanted to be the one―”

“Kaminaga?” There’s a knock against his door interrupting him and Kaminaga grunts hearing his mother’s voice outside his room.

“What is it?” Kaminaga huffs out a breath because hearing his parents’ voices seems to be enough to irritate him these days.

“You got in really quickly and I saw you taking something. Did you take the first aid kit?”

Kaminaga glances at his door, for a second the thought that she’s genuinely worried crosses his mind, but he crosses it off immediately, because that’s the probably most ridiculous thought to come across his mind.

“Yeah, I have it with me right now.” Kaminaga answer, waiting for her reply.

“Just put it back later where it was. Don’t leave it somewhere else like you did before.”

Kaminaga’s eyes widen and he’s certain with what has happened earlier, this had been enough to tick him off, “That happened when I was only five and I couldn’t reach―”

“I don’t care. Just put it back.” Kaminaga hears her walking away and he huffs out a breath.

“She saw me holding it and coming here, and instead of asking about me, she wants me to put it back because five years old me messed up once and now it has to be brought up every single time. Because that’s how I am. I mess up every single time. I’m just a mess.” Kaminaga grunts again, and Miyoshi gently rubs his finger against his brows when he furrows them.

“How many times have I told you not to do that?” Miyoshi speaks, voice somehow carrying this gentleness behind it, and Kaminaga smiles at the familiar gesture, before sighing slightly and dropping himself against Miyoshi, hiding his face against his shoulder.

He shuts his eyes, taking in a deep breath, and relishing in the familiar comfort and warmth that engulfs him every time he’s besides Miyoshi. It always leaves him with this sense of relief and one that all the messed up things in his life can be forgotten and won’t matter, with Miyoshi by his side. Although with how messed up the day had been, starting off with the daily reminder from his teachers that their graduation is coming closer, followed by the incident they had with the guy, and hearing his mother’s words seemed to be enough to push him into this state.

Miyoshi rubs his back gently, slowly coaxing him out of these thoughts, and Kaminaga chuckles.

“Just how big of a mess up am I?” He mumbles, his voice coming muffled against Miyoshi’s shoulder, yet he’s certain he couldn’t hide the bitterness and sadness he’d carried with those words.

Miyoshi runs a hand through his hair, “I didn’t want you to punch him because it might have occurred after school and it had been outside of the school, but it was so close and I didn’t want to take any risks and have you get in trouble.”

“Why?”

It makes no sense, because Miyoshi wouldn’t do that just to simply take the blame if anything were to happen and let Kaminaga be out of it. If anything, he would have let Kaminaga punch him and he would so eloquently like he always is when he speaks, find it to somehow taunt the guy and find a way to stop this from getting any one of them getting in trouble. Yet, here he was today not allowing Kaminaga to get involved in any sort of way.

“I got my acceptance letter yesterday.” Kaminaga blinks his eyes open and leans back, facing Miyoshi again.

“What?”

“I got accepted for that uni and I’m getting that scholarship,” Miyoshi explains, “And if something were to happen now, it wouldn’t really matter.”

“But I haven’t gotten it yet, so if something were to happen…”

“It might, you know, change many things. And I wouldn’t want to take the risk of that,” Miyoshi chuckles, “I want us both to step out of all of this.”

Kaminaga nods his head before chuckling again and dropping himself once again against Miyoshi. If he were to get accepted, then it’ll mean just a few more weeks to endure everything going, before stepping out to a new place, and knowing it’ll be with Miyoshi by his side makes it even better.

“I hope I get accepted.”

~~

Kaminaga's acceptance letter arrives five days after Miyoshi's and Kaminaga immediately pulls Miyoshi in for a hug. Miyoshi complains, mumbling something how the hug's too tight to be considered comfortable and something about his hair getting ruined, but Miyoshi's a liar and Kaminaga can tell with the way he holds him back.

It's a strange feeling he's overwhelmed with. Something that's much greater than happiness and filled with eagerness and anticipation of what to come. His heart feels light and when he pulls back slightly, his eyes meet Miyoshi's and it's bright.

He doesn't think about it for long, those bright eyes and that rare gentle smile giving him the answer he needs.

So when he leans forward and pecks Miyoshi's lips, it comes to no surprise for the both of them.

This was meant to be.

"I think I love you."

~~

Kaminaga reaches his hand out and grins when snow falls on his hand.

"What are you doing?" Miyoshi's voice has him turning around and his grin widens.

Miyoshi stands by the door, arms crossed against his chest, and raises his brows at Kaminaga, "It’s snowing! Come here!"

Miyoshi shakes his head and the same moment a breeze passes and it leaves Kaminaga shivering slightly, "And I suggest you come back inside if you don't want to get sick."

Miyoshi takes a step back, going back inside their room, leaving Kaminaga out in their balcony and Kaminaga decides that Miyoshi does have a point and he doesn't want to get sick.

He steps back inside the room and slides the door shut of their balcony, instantly being surrounded by the warmth of their room, and his eyes brighten when it lands on Miyoshi

"Miyoshi!" Kaminaga throws himself against Miyoshi, wrapping his arms tightly around him, and Miyoshi isn't startled by it at all, "It's snowing!"

"Yeah, I could tell." Miyoshi pats his back but Kaminaga doesn't relent and continues holding him tightly.

"But it's snowing today," Kaminaga leans back slightly, grinning at Miyoshi, "on your birthday."

"Is that a good thing? Snow melts and leaves everything wet and dirty, and it's annoying." Miyoshi replies and Kaminaga continues smiling at him.

"You're not ruining snow for me," Miyoshi laughs and Kaminaga leans in to kiss him on the cheek, "Happy birthday."

~~

Kaminaga coughs and groans. He hides his face against the pillow and kicks the blanket away. It's too hot and yet the moment it's all pushed down between his feet, he shivers and feels the cold winter weather surrounding him.

He whines not finding it in himself to get up and pull the blanket, and he curls up on himself as he glances toward the clock.

11:49pm

He hears the door being pushed open and Miyoshi tsks, "Do you have to do that every single time?"

Kaminaga responds by whining and Miyoshi pulls the blanket, covering him up with it.

"It's too hot now." He clears his throat, yet it still comes out croaky and Miyoshi pushes the blanket down the slightest bit.

"It's just the cold messing with you." Miyoshi says and Kaminaga tries to respond to that but instead he's sent into another coughing fit, "I told you you'd get sick if you run outside not wearing a jacket whenever it snows."

"Shut up. I'm sick. I deserve to be treated nicely." Kaminaga whines and Miyoshi laughs.

"When have I not been nice?"

"I don't know where to begin." Kaminaga groans when he coughs again and Miyoshi pats his back as he sits down at the edge of the bed.

"Stop talking and sit up. I brought you tea that you haven't stopped whining about." Kaminaga sits up slowly in the bed and plops himself next to Miyoshi. Miyoshi wordlessly hand him the mug he'd been holding and Kaminaga relishes at the warmth he gets holding it in his hand.

He smiles as he takes a sip from the tea, "Thank you."

"Yeah, just don't get me sick."

They continue staying like that, quiet hushed words shared between then, until Kaminaga finishes his tea and as Miyoshi puts it away, Kaminaga leans himself against him even further to glance at the clock.

11:59pm

"Just a minute left." Kaminaga says and Miyoshi nods his head.

"I know, I can read the time too. Amazing, isn't it—"

"Shut up." Kaminaga rolls his eyes when Miyoshi smirks.

Kaminaga looks back at the clock awaiting and counting down the seconds until it reads:

12:00am

"Happy new year—" Kaminaga gets interrupted by his own coughs and Miyoshi laughs as he rubs his back.

"A wonderful way to start the year." Kaminaga feels like telling Miyoshi to stop being all snarky yet he can't find it in himself to say that.

One more year has passed with Miyoshi and another new year is starting with Miyoshi by his side.

And maybe it started with him coughing and being ill, but having Miyoshi by his side seems to be enough to make it all better.

~~

Kaminaga stares at the photos all scattered across the ground and sighs when Miyoshi sits down next to him.

"What am I doing?" Kaminaga mumbles and Miyoshi hums.

"Staring at the photos and—"

"You're a little shit, do you know that?" Kaminaga interrupts and Miyoshi smirks.

He sighs again and Miyoshi bumps into his side gently, "What's wrong?"

"This is my final project. That's it, Miyoshi. We're graduating from uni." Kaminaga says and Miyoshi nods his head.

"You're freaking out what's going to happen later?" Kaminaga looks back at the photos and nods his head, "Didn't you contact that guy for that gallery thing?"

"If I can get that, it'll be great. That'll be a great start. But what if that doesn't work out? What if I can't get that spot in the gallery?"

Kaminaga looks back at Miyoshi who's kept his eyes fixed on his photos and grabs one of them, "I'm sure you'll get that spot. And I really like this photo."

"Yeah, because it's you." Kaminaga mumbles and Miyoshi smirks, nodding his head and puts the photo down.

"But anyway, if it doesn't work out, then you'll try again."

"And if that doesn't work out?"

"Don't worry about. If it really seems that won't work, we'll figure something out."

We’ll figure something out.

Kaminaga smiles and nods his head.

~~

Kaminaga holds Miyoshi's hand tightly as he makes his way away from everyone and pulls him with him alongside him behind a wall, in a corner away from everyone else.

He keeps his hold onto Miyoshi's hand tight and grins, "They like my work."

"Of course they do. You wouldn't be part of this gallery if they didn't."

Kaminaga nods his head to Miyoshi's words, "But that's not just the thing. So many are telling me that and some actually will be contacting me later. I never expected that would happen."

Miyoshi hums, smiling, but Kaminaga knows him and can see the way the corner of his lips tug up to a smirk.

"I know you want to say something."

And there are so many unexpected things that had happened today, and yet Kaminaga was least expecting it for Miyoshi to hold his hand again and lean in closer and to whisper in his ear, "I told you so."

"I hate you." Kaminaga whispers back and somehow it's all very ridiculous yet seems enough to leave them laughing between themselves.

"How's everyone else? I haven't spent much time with them tonight." Kaminaga asks and Miyoshi hums.

"Fukumoto and Odagiri have been writing down in their phone whatever praises they hear people saying about your work, adding all the details they can with their expression and everything else, so get ready to read that." Kaminaga laughs and he should have expected that. Those two have always been like this.

"Jitsui and Hatano have been accidentally stepping on the feet of whoever that passes by your work without paying much attention to it and saying the right things very loudly in front of a group of people to get them to view your work," Miyoshi adds, "Tazaki's been too excited about you adding one of the photos of his pigeons and joined Amari's side to be an eye candy for all the women and mentioning how they love your work and they fall for it every time and follow them to see your work. And if all that seems to fail, they use Emma who very sweetly and brightly says, Uncle Kaminaga work is really wonderful, won't you see it please? And uses that puppy face with that pout and has everyone fawning over them."

Kaminaga laughs and Miyoshi nods his head, "Everyone's supporting you in their own special way."

"Yeah," Miyoshi lets go of his hand and Kaminaga with how overwhelming today has been and the happiness he's been engulfed in looks down and without thinking much about it says, "I want this to never end..."

Miyoshi hums as he grabs Kaminaga's hand and gently squeezes and it's enough and his way of saying me too.

"Let's go back. I look very good in a suit and everyone needs to see me and get all depressed at how good I look." Kaminaga rolls his eyes at Miyoshi but nods his head.

He sees a guy he'd been speaking to earlier wave at him, probably wanting to speak to him about the gallery, and Kaminaga knows he needs to go.

"You go do whatever you're doing and I'll go make people cry. I'll check on you later," Miyoshi says before looking back at Kaminaga, eyes bright and a smile so familiar as he asks the very same question that started all of this, “Has anyone asked about your day?”

It takes him back to that room all those years ago but this time Kaminaga doesn’t allow the silence to be his answer. Instead his answer is different now as he answers him.

“Yeah, someone started asking me that fifteen years ago and it won’t be ending anytime soon.”

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Uwaaaah Noelleeeeee!!! Prompts!!!! I'm!!!! yfvyufvyfvyv KAMIMIYO x KR WIZARD or or or HATAJITSU X AMAZONS TwT I'm so jittery but yooo I just checked the tumblr Kamimiyo tag expecting nothing and I see you writing Kamimiyos and I'm just yes yes so good thank you (we have same drunk miyo hc yassss) >v<;;;; wait are you still accepting because //coughYOUHAVETOACCEPTME ILYYYY <3

send me a pair/character + word(s)

OFCOURSEI’MSTILLACCEPTINGBCILYYY<333 hehehe

omg these are both great prompts but ahjjsfs I decided to go with KamiMiyo/Wizard for now! but I may or may not have started writing HataJitsu/Amazons (〃艸〃) 

So?? Aah, here, it’s kinda like Kaminaga takes Haruto’s place and Miyoshi takes Koyomi’s. To those unfamiliar with the series, Haruto’s, well, a wizard lol, and Koyomi is like a doll and needs mana to keep functioning. The Phantoms are basically the bad guys lol. And the antique shop is based off Remnants, the antique shop Haruto and Koyomi stay at and is totally owned by yuuki lol

okie that ends my overly long author’s note lolol thanks for the request, and I hope you enjoy~! (ˊᗜˋ)

“Your hands are so cold!” Kaminaga blurts out the first time he gives Miyoshi mana.

As soon as the words come out, Miyoshi’s eyes narrow and he rips his hands out of Kaminaga’s. In their time together, Kaminaga hasn’t ever seen Miyoshi so hostile. A pensive, faraway look as he spends his days in the antique shop is what Kaminaga is used to, with the occasional smirk whenever he jeers at him. This, however, is completely unexpected.

“I never said you could touch me,” Miyoshi says, the tone of his voice as cold as his hands.

Kaminaga nods and clears his throat, trying to salvage the situation from an awkward tension.

“Right, my bad.” Kaminaga meets Miyoshi’s eyes, but those fox-like eyes of his look back at him with a calculating glint. “But you need mana, or else you’ll pass out.”

Miyoshi’s lip twitches.

“I know,” he says, pressing his ring against Kaminaga’s belt. A soft glow emits from his ring and soon illuminates Miyoshi’s body, indicating the mana transfer’s begun. It lasts but a moment, and wordlessly, Miyoshi retracts his hand and makes his way to his spot in front of the crystal ball.

The next Kaminaga feels that familiar coldness is after a particularly difficult Phantom fight, and Miyoshi takes it upon himself to tend to his wounds.

“Getting captured by the Phantom you were trying to take down?” Miyoshi says, sarcasm seeping though his tone. “What a hero you are.”

“Oi!” Kaminaga pouts. “I managed to get out of it just fine. All by myself, no less.”

Miyoshi rolls his eyes.

“I know you think with your crotch rather than your head, but you could afford to be a little more careful.”

“Ah, is that worry I hear?” Kaminaga asks with a teasing lilt. He only winces a little bit when Miyoshi ties the gauze too tight.

“…Don’t be ridiculous,” he says as he puts everything back into the first aid kit. “You’re just the only one who can get rid of the Phantoms.”

He finishes cleaning everything up in silence, but as he moves to stand, Kaminaga grabs his hand.

“Oh, Miyoshi. Your mana –”

“Conserve your energy,” he says. Slowly, he removes himself from Kaminaga’s hold. “You need it more than I do.”

And before Kaminaga can say anything else, he leaves the room.

Kaminaga’s never experienced anything colder than Miyoshi all out of mana – he’s still and lifeless and Kaminaga wishes he could hear Miyoshi call him an idiot just once more. Wasting no time, Kaminaga grabs Miyoshi’s ringed hand and begins the mana transfer, which seems to last an eternity. Finally, Miyoshi’s eyes flicker open.

“Miyoshi!” As if to reassure himself that Miyoshi is truly awake, Kaminaga’s entwines their fingers together. “Are you okay?!”

“Of course,” Miyoshi says, hints of shakiness in his voice. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You… you threw yourself in front of the Phantom and it took all your mana.” Kaminaga’s grip on his hand tightens. “Why’d you do that?”

Miyoshi looks up at him, expression unreadable.

“Watching you do all the work is so annoying.” Almost hesitantly, Miyoshi untangles their fingers as he strains to get up. “I need to get out of that stuffy shop from time to time.”

“But –”

“Did you destroy the Phantom?”

Numbly, Kaminaga nods his head.

“Good.” Miyoshi pauses, eyeing him. “But look at you – you’re such a mess; no doubt you did something reckless while I was out.”

Kaminaga wants to say something else, to figure out why Miyoshi would protect him like that, but drops it when Miyoshi gives him a smirk – the same one he’s grown to love and hate. For now, Kaminaga’s just thankful he’s able to see that sight once more.

“You’re one to talk,” Kaminaga says, giving Miyoshi a smirk of his own because like hell he’ll ever admit Miyoshi’s right.

There’s a saying Kaminaga remembers: “cold hands, warm heart.” The more time he spends with Miyoshi, the more he thinks about it. True, Miyoshi even presents a cynical attitude, but it’s the little things Miyoshi does that shows he cares and that’s why Kaminaga comes to love the feeling of Miyoshi’s cold hands.

“Miyoshi.” Kaminaga finds him sitting in his usual spot, in front of the crystal ball. “Your mana.”

Miyoshi turns towards him and glances down at the ring on his hand, brushing his thumb over it. After a moment, he extends his hand towards him.

“I know,” he says, no resentment in his voice.

Taking Miyoshi’s hand, Kaminaga presses the ring against his belt and begins the mana transfer. He watches as the soft glow illuminates Miyoshi’s body and revels in the feeling of his cold hands in his. Much too soon, the moment is over.

It’s only once Miyoshi’s staring at him that Kaminaga realizes he’s been holding onto Miyoshi’s hand longer than he should have. But as he moves to let go, Miyoshi tightens his grip on him.

“I never said you could let go,” Miyoshi says, lips quirking up.

Kaminaga blinks, letting his words sink in, before a grin grows on his face.

“Right,” Kaminaga says, squeezing Miyoshi’s hand. “My bad.”