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Hajime sighed. After a long day at work he wanted to relax, maybe do some more work and chill with his cat. The last thing he wanted to do was drive his girlfriend to meet Mitsuru and his probably just as annoying boyfriend.
Why he agreed to a double date with his loud, obnoxious childhood friend was beyond him. It was probably because his long, blue-haired girlfriend scared the crap out of him. Sure, he found her attractive, she was a beautiful woman, but Hajime was beginning to think that she wasn’t really his type. He seemed more interested in shorter “cute” people. He never liked to admit it but he did enjoy cute things. Cats, stuffed animals, and apparently his type in significant others. But he couldn’t find a time to break it off with, partially because she was scary and partially because he didn’t know how she would take it.
It took years of Kiji convincing him to finally ask her out, and when she said yes, he found out that Kiji was right all along, that she was madly in love with him. And he didn’t want to be more of a douche than he already was by breaking up.
He finally pulled up into a parking spot and sighed, leaning back in his seat. They were extremely early, just how Hajime liked it, but he knew this meant room for conversation.
“You know if you really don’t like it, we can leave.” Momoko spoke up, but he knew she really wanted to try this double date out. It’d be the first double date either of them had been on and she was the more social one. This somehow meant a lot to her.
“No, I’m good.” He reassured her.
What he didn’t know was that she wanted to meet his childhood friend. It’d bring her one step closer to meeting the family.
Suddenly Mitsuru popped up in front of the windshield waving wildly. Hajime sighed. Why couldn’t Mitsuru be normal for at least 5 minutes? They got of the car and Mitsuru greeted them.
“Samon got us a seat.” He explained as if Hajime already knew his boyfriend’s name. But Hajime decided to be civil and nodded, Mitsuru leading the way. Mitsuru glanced back an awful lot, but Hajime assumed it was so he wouldn’t have the chance to dart when he wasn’t looking.
When they reached the table a short, red headed man looked up at them, smiled, and jumped to his feet.
“Ah there you are! It’s weird sitting at a table by yourself and not ordering anything.” He looked up at both Hajime and Momoko and Hajime realized how adorably tiny he was. A pang of guilt hit him as he thought that. His date was Momoko, so why did Mitsuru’s date have to be undeniably his type.
Samon bowed and introduced himself and they returned the greeting (Momoko accidentally reached and pat his head).
They went through their date, lunch and a movie, and Mitsuru quite often looked at them, and Hajime couldn’t help but glace at Samon.
‘Maybe he knows I’m looking at his boyfriend’ Hajime guiltily thought during the movie.
“Hey Hajime.” Mitsuru whispered. Hajime sighed, annoyed but agreed to comply, following Mitsuru out and into the lobby.
“You never told me you had a pretty girlfriend.” Mitsuru said poking at him playfully. Hajime sighed. This conversation will either make or break his relationship with both his childhood friend and his girlfriend.
“I said she was attractive.”
“Yeah ‘attractive’ my ass, she’s beautiful!” Hajime shrugged and Mitsuru frowned.
“Why aren’t you being protective? Another man is complimenting your girlfriend.” Hajime sighed.
“To tell you the truth, I’m not that attracted to her.”
“WHAT?! HOW?!” Hajime closed his ears from the outburst, but answered anyways.
“I guess, she’s just not my type.” Mitsuru’s jaw dropped.
“If she’s not your type than who is?” ‘Your boyfriend’ Hajime thought.
“I don’t know short and cute?”
“So like Samon?” Hajime chocked on his saliva. He’d been found out so easily. “Ah that’s what I thought.” They stood and silence and right before Hajime suggested they head back in Mitsuru made an astounding offer.
“How about we try to trade?”