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Kira Hiroto throws his fries on Haizaki’s face.
Haizaki looks at him, face full of indignation, “Why are you throwing food, noodlehead?”
“You are ignoring me. I’m telling you very important things and you are ignoring me, looking outside the window like Juliet in that movie,” Hiroto says, waving around his double cheeseburger.
They are at McDonald’s. They are always at McDonald’s because it’s cheap—for Haizaki—and because Hiroto enjoys eating nasty food in contrast of the fancy chef made food he eats at home—mansion—daily. Ryouhei can smell the grease, a characteristic of their usual spot. It’s always the same table next to kitchen, just because Hiroto thinks that if they are closer, they are going to be served faster. It’s not true and Ryouhei tells him every time.
“I think it was a balcony and it was a theatre play.”
“Look at you, being a pain in my ass with all this book knowledge. You are worse than Tatsuya, lately. What’s going on?”
Another bunch of fries hit Ryouhei’s face. He grimaces at the grease all over his cheek and he hopes that his warning look is scary enough.
“Nothing,” Haizaki answers quickly starting to mindlessly picking his fries without eating them.
“Don’t believe that,” Hiroto sighs and Ryouhei grits his teeth.
Grey curly hair always in his pink eyes framed by thick eyeliner. His lips are pursed, not amused with Haizaki’s behaviour. It’s been years since they first met, and Haizaki can’t believe he still hangs out with him twice a week. He hates his guts, but Hiroto is his closest friend with goody-two shoes Inamori Asuto. He also hates how Hiroto can easily read him after all this time spent at junk food chains and in nasty alley, smoking stolen cigarettes.
“I have a date,” Ryouhei didn’t want to tell him, but Hiroto’s glances made him do it.
Hiroto almost chokes on his coke, “Date?”
“Yeah, with... the Library guy.”
“Him?”
“Him.”
“Where are you taking him?”
“He is taking me... I don’t know where.”
“You should take him to McDonald’s,” the when I am here it’s silent.
“If I bring him here, he’s going to kill me. He’s like... a food freak. He only eats biological food or something. I don’t know.”
“Do you like him?”
“I guess. He’s okay to hang with.”
Hiroto hums. Then he puts down his food and looks at Ryouhei with a weird light in his pink eyes. Ryouhei saw that light too many times and it’s not good news, “You need to know only one thing, Ryouhei. If you need me to beat up someone or bury a body, you have me.”
“Stop playing, Hiroto.”
“I’m serious,” Hiroto says, hands moving around, “You are my brother—he points at Ryouhei’s chest—and I want you to be happy, despite everything. Even if your ugly face annoys me so much. If that guy does something you don’t like, you call me. I’ll show up with Nagumo, he owns me a favour anyway.”
Ryouhei doesn’t know what to say. Hiroto is always extreme, but he can’t lie to himself and say he wouldn’t do the same for him. Ryouhei doesn’t think he will need him with Mizukamiya Seiryuu for the simple reason that Mizukamiya Seiryuu is the most gentle, caring and polite person he ever met and that makes him also the most annoying person ever, period. But, Ryouhei enjoys him and his company. He just feels a little... antsy, nervous even, to go out with him on a date. He never went on a date with anyone, he didn’t think he was likeable enough to go out on a date, since Akane told him he wasn’t her type. He understands his friend’s feeling because he knows that, to use his words, despite everything, Kira Hiroto cares and loves him as a brother. He feels a little better knowing he has Hiroto’s support—in the weird and problematic way Hiroto supports the people he loves (like when he almost punched Midorikawa in the face just because he made Tatsuya sad).
Ryouhei grins, “You are a crazy shark, Hiroto.”
Hiroto’s lips curve in a wicked smile, “You know Gods, they are unpredictable.”