Unruly Curiosities

AU: complesso // @unrulycuriosities

The fingers trailing through his hair brought a sigh out of Kyoya’s mouth, muffled by the kiss. He didn’t put a fight or complain when distance was once again put between their lips, but the raven made sure to lightly bite at Hibari’s lower one in the process.

He didn’t even bother to open his eyes, lost in all the sensations flooding across his chest at the moment. How long had he wanted to share such intimacy with his brother? He had long forgotten.

Dipping his head to the side a bit, the detective latched his mouth to the side of Hibari’s neck instead, teeth scrapping at the tender flesh gently as he covered the area with small kisses. It were the hips rolling against his own out of a sudden that had Kyoya actually groaning, hands quickly pausing over the other’s covered ass to give it a suggestive squeeze, pulling their lower bodies even closer.

Logic tried to dictate that this was wrong wrong wrong but Hibari didn't give a flying fuck about what logic dictated. Logic was cold, lifeless. Hibari – and his brother – were neither of those things, despite what everyone else thought. They just had their own spark of life that no one else could have, or even dream of coming close to touching.

Their lives were theirs alone and no one else was allowed in. And, quite frankly, Hibari preferred it that way. He didn't care about the lives of other people, they didn't matter to him. The only thing that truly mattered to him was currently peppering his neck with affection.

Hibari he had tried to nip back at his brother in retaliation, but was stopped short by the kisses and nips to his neck. He breathed a sigh of contented pleasure at the sensation, which quickly turned into a heady moan as hands gripped, squeezed, his ass. That action led to a chain reaction of Hibari rolling – grinding – his hips into his brother's again, this time intentionally.

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The reluctance, albeit weak, wasn’t unexpected — after all, that was his little and stubborn brother. But at this point, Kyoya wouldn’t let him escape even if he wanted to. He was growing impatient, as if afraid that the moment would end before he could get all he wanted from this, and it showed on his actions.

Pressing their mouths against each other a bit harder, the detective sucked on the other’s tongue, exploring the unknown area with his own, hungrily. The hand he had on Hibari’s hip caressed over the scar there once more, purposefully, before making it’s way up, fingertips trailing the muscles of his abdomen towards his chest.

There was no room to think about what they were doing anymore. And Kyoya was all too happy to let himself be guided by his desires. Dropping his other hand from the younger’s neck to his back, clenching at the clothing there, he pulled the boy with him as he gave one step back and two to the side, the back of his knees meeting the bed before he sat down on the cushion, bringing Hibari to his lap in the process. All the while making sure the kiss wouldn’t be interrupted, already too addicted to those soft lips.

#porpora nube #!au #complesso #!hibari

As if Hibari would let Kyoya back out now.

Hibari met Kyoya push for push, gasping again at fingers caressing sensitive old scars. He was easily pulled along by his brother. Hibari straddled himself comfortably over Kyoya's lap, his hands finding purchase on Kyoya's shoulders before sliding over his back, up his neck, fingers tangling into his older brother's hair.

Hibari couldn't help it – he had to break the kiss. He needed air, needed to breathe. He rested his forehead against Kyoya's, panting and shaking.

He shifted again to get comfortable, unaware of the unintentional rolling of his hips.

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Hibari’s initial surprise didn’t go unnoticed, and for a moment Kyoya did think he would be pushed away — so it was his turn to be stunned when the boy corresponded to the kiss instead, the feeling of warm fingertips against his naked chest almost bringing a sigh out through his nostrils.

Slowly lowering a hand to the back of his brother’s neck, pressing gently, the detective tilted his head to the side, trying to fit their mouths as perfectly as possible in the process. And only then he parted his own, sliding the tip of his tongue across Hibari’s lower lip before making its way inside.

Now that they started, he wanted all he could get.

At the same time, his other hand found rest on the side of the boy’s waist, unceremoniously sneaking under his pajama’s shirt, and he could easily recognize a scar above his hip bone as his thumb caressed over the soft skin.

Hibari pushed against his brother – but not in the way that screamed get off me. He pushed to get closer, to feel the heat and pressure of his brother's presence, to know that this was real, that this was happening, and not a trick of his imagination.

Hibari parted his lips for his brother, though he did put up a bit of a fight there. A bid for a semblance of control in the situation. It just wouldn't do for him to be completely compliant and submissive.

He flexed his fingers, digging into Kyoya's chest. Hibari hitched at the thumb caressing over one of his numerous scars, arching into his brother's body. Even after a couple years they were still sensitive.

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Although Hibari’s answer surprised the detective a little, enough to make him glance down at the several scars tainting his own chest and stomach, it still didn’t break down the strange mood around them. And to be honest, at this point, Kyoya didn’t even want it to happen.

Raising his head to stare back at the younger through drenched strands of his own bangs, he gave one step forward, searching for Hibari’s eyes with his own. “Then focus on something else.” He breathed out, in an almost whisper, and gave in to the temptation of that pout.

Hibari might hate him for this. He might go to hell for doing such a thing.

And though those thoughts were hammering against the back of his brain, all Kyoya could pay attention to at the moment were the soft lips pressed against his own, eyelids falling half closed as he allowed himself to kiss his brother, finally satiating his wonders of how that mouth tasted like.

Hibari fidgeted in his captivity, restless. What else is there to focus on? The scars are so prominent… Arms, chest, stomach – legs, too. He knows that. Even with the pants his brother had on, he knew they were there. Almost matching his own.

Hibari was about to ask what he should focus on, but he was prevented from even opening his mouth, as he felt his brother's lips crush against his. He blinked several times before is eyes slid shut and he pushed back, unable to resist returning the affection, unable to resist the hunger that he thought he'd buried.

Before long, he found himself with his hands on his brother's chest, his fingers curled as if trying to grasp at fabric that wasn't there.

If Kyoya went to Hell, Hibari was always one step behind him.

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This was bad. Really, really bad.

Kyoya had a secret. A secret he had made sure to keep safe, deep inside himself, so no one could ever unveil it. And yet, it seemed the very cause of such a secret was trying, albeit unconsciously, to bring it out. To unmask the fact wanting independence from their uncaring parents wasn’t the only reason why the raven left their house back in the countryside — watching Hibari grow became too much for him to bear as soon as he noticed his brotherly affections lose their innocence.

And oh boy, he thought he had been cured. He had been so sure the urges of teasing the younger here and there were nothing more but him wanting to act like a big brother. The big brother he should be.

But the skin reddening and warming up under his fingertips and Hibari’s obvious nervousness towards his current state were so goddamn inviting. Inviting him to touch more, to discover more. Kyoya had to discreetly swallow down the growing lust, as he kept a nonchalant look on his face.

“I don’t think I can consider such an attitude as an apology.” He retorted, stubbornly. And if he wasn’t losing control of himself before, now he certainly was, as he arched an eyebrow at Hibari’s last words. The corner of his mouth twitched lightly and before the detective could stop himself, both of his hands were pressed against the wall, on the sides of his brother’s head, and their bodies were brought closer. “Why?”

#porpora nube #!au #!hibari #complesso #more like hibari can't run #might not even want to

Hibari had the same issue his brother had. Growing up with Kyoya, admiring Kyoya, the hole that Kyoya left when he moved out. It wasn't just leaving him alone. No, the hole was different – it had been a sort of emotional emptiness.

The only person he'd ever cared about had left him without so much as a goodbye. But, still he chased after him. Ran away from home to escape the parents, to be with his brother.

Hibari's frame tensed as he jolted when Kyoya pinned him against the wall. He had nowhere to hide now. Nowhere.

Not that he particularly enjoyed hiding, but…

"Put a shirt on. …I don't…" He swallowed, not making eye contact with his brother. "I don't want to see those scars…"

He pouted stubbornly, turning his head away, only to turn it into Kyoya's arm.

ooc. Cries because you have a Tiedoll. I didn't know that anyone wrote for him!

;A; no one ever talks to him like ever

he used to have his own blog before i got more muses and didn't feel like having 7368463 blogs uvu

eatmyhandcuffs

tre desideri | offuscatoallodola, Ilaria

eatmyhandcuffs

His eye twitched when he heard the name. Allie…? How offensive. He will not stand to be called a name like that. That was a female’s name, and Alaude was certainly not a female. He would know. “No.” Well, this meeting was already off to a bad start. He fluttered his wings in slight distaste at the second question.

“… If you so wish,” he grumbled, turning slightly so that it would be easier to touch them. And how would he know what they felt like? It wasn’t as if he was a schoolboy suddenly figuring out things that needn’t be said. He was a grown man, and he had long since learned to curb such curiosity. It was simply better that way.

He tapped his foot impatiently, frowning at the length of time that Ilaria was taking. When not in a professional setting, the blond’s patience could be… very thin. It was simply just who he was. He needed to keep up a professional act, and whilst who he was to the famiglia was almost the same, who he was to strangers was a completely… different matter, he found out.

#eatmyhandcuffs #!ilaria #tre desideri

"No...?" Ilaria poked her lower lip out in a pout before it fell and she smiled again. "... How about Al? Will Al work?"

The young blonde's eyes lit up, delighted at the permission. "Really? I can touch them?"

Her excitement was getting the better of her. She reached out to touch the feathered wings, smiling brightly when they felt softer under her fingers. "Wow. They really are soft, Alaude... It's a shame they're not big enough for you to fly, you know. Far too small. But think of how amazing that would be."

Ilaria withdrew at Alaude's impatience. She leaned back on her heels, sighing. "But.. What if I don't really have any wishes?"

There was nothing that she could think of that she really wanted. She was pretty content with her life. A thought struck her, and she smiled a bit. "Could I use my wishes for you?"

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It took Kyoya a moment to fully digest his brother’s words, before he blinked twice, slowly. Hibari? Apologizing? Should he expect a thunderstorm to happen that night or what — because really, what a miracle! And of course, he couldn’t let the chance of teasing the other about it pass by, could he?

Stepping inside the bedroom and walking towards the younger, the raven leaned down a bit, just so they could be at the same eye level. Getting a hold of Hibari’s chin with his fingers, Kyoya forced their eyes to meet, and though he had the intention of keeping a impassive face even now, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards at the sight of a — faint but still there — redness on the other’s cheeks.

Of course, he thought its cause was the apology itself.

“And yet, I still have to hear you saying ‘I am sorry’. Where is it?”

Hibari hissed, withdrawing violently from Kyoya's touch as if he'd been burned by the fires of Hell itself, his cheeks reddening again. He cursed himself for it. This was stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.

Hibari growled at the smile twitching at his brother's lips. His eyes wandered to Kyoya's bare chest. He bit his lip, forcing his gaze away before he could stare. His body was hot, and his heart was thumping in his chest. It was just from the adrenaline of fleeing his brother's naked body. It was just the shock, not expecting it. That was it. Right?

"Up your ass." Hibari replied stubbornly. Getting him his pajamas was apology enough, right? He'd tried! He wanted this over with. "That's where your apology is."

His eyes wandered again, and he had to force his gaze to the wall again. He still refused to look his brother in the eye. He was too embarrassed. This was really fucking stupid.

"Put a damn shirt on, onii-san," the teen spat sharply. His body was tense, coiled and ready to spring past his brother to flee the room if necessary. It would be a difficult escape, though, given that he was backed into the corner where his bed met the wall.

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If the clothes being thrown at his face wasn’t surprising enough, than his brother’s reaction surely was. Quickly grabbing the pajamas with both hands before it could meet the ground, Kyoya was left to stare wide eyed at the figure of Hibari literally running away from him, and he was so stunned he didn’t even flinch at the slammed door.

Just… What the hell had that been?!

The detective just bothered to wear the black-colored pants of his pajamas set before tailing after the other, leaving the rest of the clothes and towel behind and completely ignoring the fact he was still drenched from head to toe. He was too curious and worried to care about such a thing.

Stopping when he reached Hibari’s door, Kyoya didn’t knock, instead choosing to turn the handle and push it open unceremoniously. He had a feeling Hibari wouldn’t open it for him even if he asked anyway. “What were you doing?” He demanded with a raised eyebrow, the other hand patting the wall till he found the light switch.

Hibari flinched when the light came on, trying harder to will the remainder of the blush away. He glared at his brother from the corner of his eye, watching him suspiciously with the rest of his face still hidden in his arms.

"What did it look like?" Hibari grumbled into his arms, still eyeing his brother warily. The closer Kyoya got, the tenser Hibari became. He forced himself not to shift away, as that would only cause more problems. "I was..."

He swallowed, the words tasting terrible in his mouth, and he hadn't even said them yet. "Trying to apologize. ...You forgot a change of clothes."

Hibari turned his head away, hoping the redness in his face was gone by now, but... Just to be on the safe side.

Unfortunately, he couldn't properly keep an eye on his suspicious brother this way. Sacrifices.

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The stained clothes were put away carelessly as Kyoya slipped under the shower, letting the lukewarm water hit his sore muscles and relax his body down with a satisfied sigh. His arm still felt uncomfortable to move around, and sneaking a peek at the mirror a minute ago he noticed there was a purplish spot where he had been hit earlier.

Nothing that an ointment wouldn’t solve, so that was the smallest of his worries.

It didn’t take the detective long before he was finished with his task, turning the water off and combing his drenched hair back with a hand before stepping out the stall and reaching for a towel — only to realize that shit, he had completely forgotten about getting some clean clothes beforehand. Luckily his bedroom was close to the bathroom, so all he needed was to run there and get it, right?

Wrong. Because the last thing Kyoya expected to see as soon as he yanked the door open was his little brother standing there, his own hands pausing for a moment while wrapping the towel around his waist in surprise. “…What?”

#porpora nube #!hibari #!au #complesso

... Kyoya was standing before him. Nude as the day he was born - courtesy of a cursory glance over his brother's body [and the welt on his arm]. Oh.

Oh.

Hibari blinked a few times. Stared for a minute. Then his brain just... Shut. The fuck. Down. In his mental meltdown, he tossed the clean night clothes at Kyoya's face and high tailed his panicked ass to his bedroom, slamming the door.

He sat on his bed, drawing his legs up so he could fold his arms over his knees. He put his face in his arms, hiding the stubborn flush on his cheeks, willing the rosy color to go away. He knew it was there, he could feel it. It made his skin crawl. He narrowed his eyes and stayed in his protective curl.

He hadn't even bothered to turn on the light.

He really had no idea what had come over him.

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Kyoya had always found his brother’s comebacks interesting and amusing, enough for him to not mind engaging in small spats with him here and there just for the fun of it. However, tonight he was exhausted, moody and sore — and the last thing he wanted to deal with was Hibari’s bratty attitude for once.

So the raven didn’t offer a verbal answer. Instead he walked up to the fridge and yanked the door open loudly, taking out a few bows of fried vegetables, fish and miso soup leftovers. They were all unceremoniously left on the table before he turned to the counter, opening up the rice cooker’s lid, revealing a more than satisfying amount of rice sitting there, still lukewarm due to the device itself.

“The microwave works just fine.” Was all that Kyoya bothered to say before sighing out heavily and walking out of the kitchen, making the bathroom his first stop, where he discarded his bloody suit jacket and tie. A shower would be more than welcome.

#porpora nube #!hibari #!au #complesso

Hibari blinked, looking up from his work. His idiot brother was in a mood again. Sighing, he put the pencil down, and looked between the food and the microwave. Really, Kyoya, if you were in one of your better moods, you'd remember the last time Hibari tried to use the microwave.

You needed to buy a new one, remember?

Hibari quickly ate the food that didn't need to be heated up, and put the rest away. If Kyoya was in a mood, he should at least help out a little. So, he cleaned up the dishes and his homework, putting the latter in his room as he listened to the water running in the shower.

... Wait.

Did his idiot brother go straight to the shower without grabbing clean clothes first? ... Oh hell no. If Hibari gets yelled at for tracking water from the bathroom to his room, it's hardly fair that Kyoya gets to do it without repercussions. Huffing, he went to Kyoya's room, grabbed a fresh set of night clothes, and went to the bathroom door.

He stared at it for a moment, best contemplating how to do this whole secret-mission-apology thing. Stare. He reached for the doorknob, intending to slip the clothes in and leave them on the counter, but for some reason he couldn't quite get his body to follow his brain. So he just stood there, hand out for the doorknob, and staring at the door itself.

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Just because he thought nothing could kill his good mood that day, didn’t mean life wouldn’t try. Or so that’s what Kyoya concluded at the end of another work day, as he stepped out of his car and proceeded to enter his building and, soon enough, his apartment.

A case he had been working on for the past two months finally found an end — and unfortunately, it didn’t go as peaceful and easy as his team expected. The culprit of a certain chain of murders had been crazy enough to fight against them, and though he wasn’t nearly strong enough to win, the detective still ended up with a sore arm (after getting hit by a goddamn baseball bat) and a stranger’s blood splattered on his clothes.

At least he didn’t mind the metallic smell enough to get sick of it, but just the thought of having to wash a suit he had just taken off his wardrobe was kind of tiring.

Slipping off his shoes by the entrance and then loosening the knot of his tie, Kyoya walked towards the kitchen, the only room with some light on in the quiet place. The sight of his brother actually working on homework was the first thing that greeted him, but what caught the elder’s attention was the empty sink, to which he arched an eyebrow. “Didn’t you eat?” Because if Hibari had, he knew he wouldn’t bother to clean up after.

#!au #!hibari #porpora nube #complesso

Hibari lifted his head from the work he was doing. He blinked at Kyoya blearily - words had been blurring together and he was trying to regain focus. He glanced from his brother to the stove clock, then back to Kyoya. "You're earlier than I would have thought."

He didn't bother answering the question with a yes or a no. It was obvious that he hadn't eaten. The sink was empty and there was no food around him. Instead, he sniffed as if he'd been offended. "Onii-san--" the word was accompanied with sarcasm and an eyeroll "--said I couldn't order delivery or take out with his cards."

Brat.

He casually went back to his homework, opting to ignore his brother until a favorable apology - in the form of dinner - was offered. Or at least, that was the plan.

Members of their family don't just "apologize." What did the word even mean to them, anyways?

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la mascherata, ilaria | allencompassingsky

The blonde had noticed that he had been spotted as he made his way towards the piano but he was perfectly fine with that. He could tell she was trying not to screw up her lovely music and she seemed to be doing a fine job. When she spoke up about him looking Italian, he nodded. “You are correct, though my father was Japanese.” He smiled softly. “I need not see behind your mask to notice that you are a lovely, beautiful young woman, Signora.” He said with a graceful shrug of the shoulders.

He believed he should leaver her to her music for now but he couldn’t pry himself away. She seemed really sweet and like one who he could have a nice conversation with. “Ilaria, hn? That is a very beautiful name.” He said as he pondered a minute before her next words were out. “Not at all, you do not need to apologize, it is perfectly fine.” He chuckled lightly, amber hues shining some under the chandeliers.

“Do you get a break after this piece?” He asked in a light tone, his head cocking. He was not trying to pull her away from her work if she had to be there, but if she was done next then he would love some company and maybe she could help him around the place so he could get to know some of the people better, since he had never been big on being around a bunch of aristocrats and others like such. He was still getting used to even being a big name since he had grown up with very little.

#allencompassingsky #!ilaria #la mascherata

Ilaria couldn't help but giggle. "You keep calling me Signora, Signore. I hope I'm not dashing your hopes, but I'm not married. Signorina or my name is more than enough, caro."

The blonde blinked, before starting to laugh, amused at the compliment to her name as well. Mirth glimmered in blue eyes, striking behind a silver mask, standing out especially from the violet ruffle gown. "You are most definitely Italian, mio amico. Only an Italian would be so bold with a woman he's never met before~. Ma, grazie. Your words are kind."

Ilaria hummed, turning a page in the music book before returning quickly to playing. "I do. I think I see my relief in the back. I was about ready to give my parents Hell for forgetting to get other people to cover me."

A few more pages turned in the sheet music, and Ilaria brought the piece to a close.

"Forgive me for not offering my hand earlier, Signor Sawada." The blonde woman held out her hand, though she remained seated on the bench. "A little difficult to play with one hand, I'm afraid."

She paused, thoughtful. "You've been ever so patient, Signore, so I'll reward you. I'm yours. So long as I'm not dragged back to the piano, you can have me for the rest of the evening, darling~."

Under the Rain, Misaki | Usui, poncy-pontification

poncy-pontification

“Not when you are sick, you don’t. I am sure your mother would agree. You can work to your hearts content when you’re better.” He frowned, not letting up. Though he knew Mrs. Ayuzawa most likely hadn’t been able to stop Misaki. When she moved the umbrella so it was covering both of them, he chuckled lightly but said nothing, just continuing to walk as she rested against him. He liked seeing Ayuzawa being calm and sweet, but he wouldn’t admit that aloud.

He kept a hold of her through the walk and train ride, not minding the stares, especially since she was asleep, that was probably another good thing to happen. When they got off, he toted the rest of the way to her home before blinking when she clung to him as she was being sat down. A smirk covered his face after a moment but he said nothing still, not wanting to upset her at the moment.

When he nodded and let go of her, he frowned when she almost fell and quickly walked in, lifting her up again. “I was not going to say anything, Ayuzawa.” He said lightly and carried her up to her room, setting her in her seat. “I will go get your mother or sister to help you change out of the wet clothes.” He said softly, moving her bangs and kissing her forehead before jogging into the room where Mrs. Ayuzawa was and letting her know.

He waited until the woman came back down and nodded at the okay to go back up, peeking in at the now resting Misaki with a shake of his head. “Silly pres.” He said, sitting down in the seat and watching her. He wasn’t going to leave for awhile, since he would only worry more.

#poncy pontification #!Misaki #!usui #under the rain

Misaki halfheartedly, sleepily swatted at Usui when he kissed her forehead. She made another mental note to exact her revenge for that later. If she remembered. She made another mental note to remember the first (and second) mental notes.

After Usui left and her mother came up to help her into clothes suitable for sleep, she dragged herself into bed and proceeded to attempt hibernation.

Misaki tried to pull her blanket over her head in a bid to block out Usui's presence. Unfortunately, it's hard to sleep when someone's watching you. "Baka Usui… If you're going to be here, don't… Stare. Or… Talk."

The brunette was just too tired to bother trying to kick him out. She didn't have the energy or the strength to kick him out, and she was just too tired to care.

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For most likely the nth time that day, Kyoya could only roll his eyes at his brother’s drama llama. Sometimes he wondered when Hibari was going to stop being so childish. And above all, why could he be so infatuated with him—

“… Be careful today, idiot brother.”

—The unexpected words had not only caught the detective off guard, but also reminded him of all the reasons why he could never refuse the boy anything. Why he was willing to put up with sharing his life with someone else, much to everyone’s (even their family’s) surprise, just in order to keep the younger male as close as possible. Right under his protection.

Hibari was going to be death of him someday.

“Don’t be dramatic. There’s food inside the fridge.” Was Kyoya’s answer, accompanied by a smug smirk, before he let out a chuckle and turned on the engines again, sparing a last glance towards his brother (just to make sure he would get inside the school) and then driving away to the organization he worked for.

And he was pretty sure nothing could kill his mood today.

#porpora nube #!hibari #!au #complesso

Hibari paused at the school doors, glancing back toward his brother as the car pulled away from the school. Rolling his eyes at his own idiocy, he trudged into the building.

Fortunately for the raven teen, school went by fairly quickly. The walk home seemed almost nonexistent. When Hibari got home, he was about to call for delivery, but remembered what his brother had said. He sighed, and sulked into the kitchen.

Food inside the fridge, right. Most of the things in the fridge required cooking. Hibari was a rare breed of those who burned toast. And pouring cereal was tantamount to disaster. Did Kyoya want him to burn the house down? With the toaster?

So Hibari was just leaning on the island in the kitchen, staring at the open fridge, willing something to appear that didn't require cooking. Unfortunately there was nothing. So he just grabbed a bottle of water, kicked the fridge shut, and begrudgingly started on his homework at the kitchen island. He'd just have to wait for Kyoya to get home to be able to eat something.

How late was Kyoya going to be out anyways?

… He didn't miss him, nope.

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“If I hadn’t you wouldn’t get up, would you?” Kyoya retorted with an arched eyebrow, fingers slowly letting go of the other’s tie as he pulled back, sitting down on his seat properly. Hibari was just like him when he was that age, really, so it was easy to tell what he’s going to do. And really, judging by how willing he was going to school today, how could Kyoya believe he didn’t need his insistence?

The following words that escaped from his brother’s mouth had the raven blinking twice, before letting out a new chuckle with a shake of his head. “Acceptable, hn? Say the one who almost devoured the plate together with the food.” He teased, finding incredible amusement and delightfulness on the slightly redness on the other’s cheeks.

The detective sure had many victories this morning, didn’t he?

Rolling his eyes then, he turned the engine on again, sparing another glance at Hibari’s direction, together with a smug smirk. “Thanks for remembering me to block it.”