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Semi Eita sighed as he hurried to his workplace. He was honestly already tired of his job, despite the fact that he barely got hired a month and a half ago. Sure delivering pizza isn’t as bad as it seems, but the constant movement and rude customers encountered after a tiring day of school isn’t ideal. Too bad college loans exist. However school wasn't the only reason he hadn’t quit yet.
Around the time he got hired he was having a difficult time adjusting his work schedule in order to align with school and concert gigs. He was in his last year of college so work really piled on and his procrastination was not helping at all. Unamused and very much not looking forward to getting to his afternoon job, he saw someone around his age running in his direction. Before he could react he examined the boy. Chocolate brown eyes, copper hair with (very) adorable bangs, around 5’8, thin with faint traces of muscle, and very much distracted. It seemed he wasn’t looking at where he was going because he bumped right into him. Eita caught him with his arms as the rushed boy bumped hard into his chest. Before Semi could speak up the boy in his embrace muttered an apathetic ‘sorry’ before speeding away without ever looking up at Semi. And left there was a confused (but more importantly) blushing Semi (sound familiar?) Cute.
After only two days it seemed that the Gods were on Semi’s side. Semi received his next destination, somewhere quite too close. Phew , he could just quickly drop off the delivery and it would be one step closer to going home. He walked down a corridor, very anticlimactic huh? As the door opened his eyes widened a bit before reclaiming his cool and composed image. Oh it’s the cute running boy from the other day. What’s his name again? He checks the receipt and reads out his name. Shirabu Kenjirou. Ah, right because my life is a fanfiction . He humors himself until he realizes that the guy in front of him is… checking him out? He bites back a smile, evaluating him as if he were a biology research project (to return the favor of course what else haha.) His neck is exposed. Ah fuck. He returns his gaze back up, eyes meeting with an everso heavy yet calming (?) atmosphere. Badump . The boy facing him flushes, and that snaps Eita back to reality remembering that he was still on the clock. He observes the boy carefully, watching and analyzing how the flustered side of him clashed with his awkward and sharp attitude. It felt as if time froze between the two, if only it could stay like this forever. Should he flirt? There’s a possibility that he may get reported for assault. Maybe he should just… subtly give a suggestive goodbye. Yeah that’s it, no other motive. Nope, not at all.
“Order again soon… Kenjirou~” He walks away physically cringing at the fact that he actually said that, praying he had an effect on the cute flustered boy. Well, at least if he files a complaint he’ll get fired and won’t have to quit.
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Eita missed Kenjirou. Yes he was attached to a boy he barely knew, no he wasn’t ashamed. What can he say? He’s a cute boy who seems to portray a harsh demeanor but is probably the biggest dork out there. Sounds like the ideal person to tease in his opinion. He wouldn’t be surprised if he caught romantic feelings though, but maybe it was too soon. It’s been like a month since he last saw him, he always hoped to coincidentally run into him in a store or that he would call again soon for his delivery services. Eita sighed. Right, meeting him coincidentally after seeing him on the streets and running into him on the job was a fluke.
Oh look, the gods seemed to like messing with Semi’s life because he recognized the next address he was appointed to. He may have memorized Kenjirou’s address in case they ordered there again. However the big grin he had on his face turned into a deep frown (not that he noticed he was grinning like a fool. when he saw the name was under someone else’s. Taichi Kawanishi. Roommate? Friend? Boyfriend? Wrong address? Well at least he had an excuse to (hopefully) see the love of his— Kenjirou again.
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Semi quietly hummed to himself, walking down the corridor towards the recipient of the delivery order. Would he be there? Does he even remember him? Is he even into guys? (Eita for fucks sake you’re delivering a pizza not asking him to prom.) Semi’s worries and insecurities started piling up. Before he regretted his decision on returning to the familiar setting, he started hearing a voice. Badump . Ah it’s Kenjirou. Eita smiled like a big fool, excited to see once again the boy of his dreams. It seemed as though he were in a call (no shit sherlock he’s clearly talking to the phone next to his ear), because he didn’t see him lean on the door (which happened to be wide open.) Oh? What’s this? He has a little crush . If Semi was completely honest with himself, he was feeling a little- really damn jealous of the person who seems to have Kenjirou enamored. Feeling a bit irritated he actually started to listen to Kenjirou’s words (not just his voice.) It never once occurred to Semi that Kenjirou may not have seen his name, despite it being on his uniform.
[ shirabu ] well i’ve only seems him once b-but he’s hot, like really hot
He stuttered, cute. Am I considered hot?
[ shirabu ] like he could grab my neck and choke me and i’d beg for more
Kinky. I could totally choke you if you want.
[ shirabu ] and i could run my fingers through his soft, pretty hair.
I mean my hair IS soft, I think.
[ shirabu ] his voice is so enchanting too, deep and husky.
Is my voice deep?
[ shirabu ] oh! i was listening to this song and it totally reminded me of him.
Song? What song?
Ah. His voice was a melody that was indescribable. Eita majored in music and had a refined ability to see who had beauty and potential regarding their talents. It was obvious that Kenjirou had little to no training, yet the way his vocals reached lengths was mesmerizing. Eita used all his free will to not rush to the boy and hug him. Hold him in his embrace like he did over a month ago (stop glorifying the memory that happened over a month ago Semi). He held a gaze towards him with adoration and affection. Kenjirou you dork. He still hasn’t noticed that Semi was there. He’s gonna do it. Semi fucking Eita is gonna flirt with the boy and hope for the best.
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Knock knock.
Kenjirou jumped, dropping the phone he was holding a few seconds ago to the hard floor. Ah fuck. The boy who he hopelessly fell for was there. Panicked thoughts raced through his head, he wondered which one would be the reason for his meltdown. He didn’t know what to say, he was embarrassed and unsure of why he was there in the first place. One thought: Taichi .
Meanwhile Semi just stared at him, smirking because he can really be a flirt when he wants to. Ah, looks like he finally noticed huh? This’ll be fun.
“We meet again Kenjirou,” Semi started walking towards him (totally unaware he was uninvited and possibly trespassing?) “...that’s some nice singing you got there.~”
Shirabu stared at Semi while slowly backing away, putting his hands up as a form of defense (hot guys scare him.) Semi doesn’t stop his tracks until Shirabu backed into a couch, leaning forward until the smaller almost falls back. Semi started laughing, his laughter was bouncing off the walls and illuminated the room entirely. Shirabu was a little confused and very much flustered because the man in front of him waaay too close (not that he minded.)
After his laughter died down a bit, Semi finally spoke up, locking eye contact with the copper haired boy. “Ah sorry! Your face was just too pretty when flustered.”
He blushed, curse him and his lack of being able to confront hot guys. “What the, why are you here? Who are you? How did you get in?” His tone was harsh, he recognizes that and for many that’s a turn off. However, the guy in front of him just smirked even further as if he was truly enjoying this. (Note: he asked who he was in hopes for a name at last.)
“One: the door was open,” he lifts his index finger and then points with his thumb toward the door without moving. He continues to raise his middle finger along with the first one to match with his countdown. “Two: I’m technically still on the job, I could get fired anytime just for talking to you.” He leans in a little just to tease Kenjirou, then pulls back abruptly, putting a little distance between them. He lifts all three fingers used previously to align with the final number of the basic countdown. “Three: My name is Eita Semi, pleasure to meet you.”
There was a pregnant pause, as Kenjirou processed the information that was given to him. Semi. Semi Eita. Eita. Before Shirabu was able to reply, Semi took the opportunity to flirt a little more. Please don’t sue me for harassment and trespassing.
“Well I gotta say ‘m quite surprised you can sing so well. You don’t seem like the type to stop mid sentence and start singing.” He chuckled remembering what he witnessed only 3 minutes ago.
Ah so he did hear me. Doesn’t necessarily mean he knows I was talking about him but…
“What’s that supposed to mean emo face,” his comeback game has not been the best lately but it seemed to entertain the boy—Semi— even further.
“Emo? Really? It’s called style, you should try it sometime.” Semi replies in a playful way, pushing his hair back revealing several ear piercings. Holy shit can this guy get even hotter?
“Fuck you.”
“What time?”
“Listen here you little shit-”
“You scared? I can teach you if you’d like.” Semi was totally ignoring the fact that he was a big virgin. Two can play that game delivery boy .
“Hm? I suppose you may be able to guide me. Teach me your ways delivery boy,” they both stepped closer to each other, faces inching closer as the conversation progresses.
The tension grew thicker between them even further. The smallest ounce of logic in them screamed to not lean in and to not kiss the other boy. “Hm?...” They were back at the couch, back in the leaning position where they grew closer every second that passed. Their noses brushed together as the intense gaze they gave each other didn’t break. Shirabu started to flutter his eyes closed, indicating a ‘yes’ because we love consent here. It felt as if the boy they both respectively longed for was in their reach. Maybe delivery boy isn’t that far from my league.
“Hey Shirabu I’m back, did you receive the pizza-” Taichi was mortified. After plotting the disappearance of his best friend’s nonexistent love life, he finally thought he was able to achieve something for the boy who deserved love. He even paid extra to have Semi come deliver again (thanks to Shirabu’s very detailed description he was able to tell who he was searching for without meeting him.) Well fuck. “Ahaha- ight imma head out.”
“What the FUCK Taichi.”
EXTRA 1:
[ Tendo ] Shirabu? I’m still here? Hello?
F in chat for Tendo.
EXTRA 2:
taichi: ayo where’s the pizza btw?
semi: