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“How long has it been?” Tsuzuru snaps. “Get over here already.”
He and Homare had planned to meet up at the airport about 15 minutes ago but Homare was still nowhere to be seen.
“Have patience, beloved one!” is what Tsuzuru gets as an answer. “You must never rush an artist! There have been too many an occurrence where I feel so much poetic inspiration welling up inside me, it’d be preposterous to not stop and write everything down!”
“So you love your poetry more than me?” Tsuzuru asks flatly.
“No, no! That is certainly not the case, I-” Homare sounds frustrated, almost. “Fine, fine. I shall make it there as soon as I can. Just give me a few moments, will you?”
And like that, Homare hangs up on him. Tsuzuru sighs, before putting his phone away. It’s only a minute or so later when Tsuzuru sees Homare, along with two familiar faces, walking towards him.
“Is that...Kazunari? And Azuma?”
“Why, who else could they possibly be?”
“Why are they even here?”
“Oh, don’t be so sour! We were already traveling together so they might as well come with me to meet with you, no?”
“Whatever you say…”
Homare’s wearing that stupid, dorky smile of his that Tsuzuru’s so fond of. He can’t help but look down at his feet and smile, before standing on his tip-toes in order to give Homare a gentle kiss on the forehead.
For a second or two, Homare looks shocked, but it goes away quickly.
“Why, if you wanted affection you could’ve just said so.”
Homare wraps his arms around Tsuzuru, earning a giggle from Azuma and an “Ooh~” from Kazunari.
“Well,” Homare says, that eccentric lilt in his voice, “aren’t you going to hug back?”
Tsuzuru hesitates for a second, before wrapping his arms around Homare the way Homare just did. Burying his face in Homare’s shoulder, Tsuzuru mutters, “I missed you…”
“Hm? What did you just say, Tsuzuru?”
Tsuzuru breaks the hug and laughs sheepishly. “It’s...nothing. Don’t worry about it, Homare-san.”
“Well, if you say so!”
Kazunari slings his arm around Tsuzuru, and chirps, “Long time, no see~!”
“Ah- Huh?”
“Fufu~” Azuma chimes in. “Hope we’re not a bother. As Homare said, we were already traveling together. It wouldn’t hurt to visit you.”
“Are you guys gonna come back, too?”
“Back home? Ah, no, not yet. Me and Kazunari have a few more places we want to visit first, before going back. But Homare will be heading back with you today.”
“Ah, I see.”
Homare, again, catches Tsuzuru off guard by taking Tsuzuru’s hand in his, saying, “You’ve missed me, haven’t you?”
“Sure I have.”
“Why, don’t say it like that! I’ve been gone for so long abroad, hasn’t it been lonely?”
“Actually, the peace and quiet at home without you is pretty nice, I’m kinda disappointed that it’s gonna go back…”
“Tsuzuru!” Homare exclaims, his eyes furrowed.
Tsuzuru laughs it off. “I’m just kidding with you. Hey, you’re one to talk. You were late.”
“For a reason! Don’t rush an artist, I have so much inspiration inside of me all the time and if I don’t write it down, I could forget! How could I ever write bestselling novels that way?”
“Homare, I literally write them with you. ”
“Oh shush. That reminds me, I have written such a marvelous poem for you. How lucky you are to have a poem written by the Arisugawa Homare dedicated to none other than yourself. Shall I recite it now? Ahem~! My heart, how it flutters, like a-”
Cutting him off, Tsuzuru cups Homare’s cheeks and leans in to kiss him. Homare seems slightly stunned at first, but eventually kisses back. There’s some commentary from Kazunari and Azuma that Tsuzuru doesn’t quite catch, but he ignores it.
When they let go, with a smile on his face, Tsuzuru breathes out, “You’re finally back.”