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“Hey bunbun.” Semi said as a familiar bowl-cut appeared on his phone screen. Shirabu rolled his eyes, pink dusting his cheeks as he leaned his head on his hand.
“Hey stupid.” Shirabu said softly, leaning his phone on his phone stand placed on his desk so he can resume studying while video-chatting with his boyfriend. Semi smiled as he watched Shirabu fuss over his phone with the adorable (and unconscious) pout Shirabu does when he’s fussing over something. “Shouldn’t you be studying right now?”
Semi groaned and buried his face on his pillow, “Let me have a break, I feel like I’m this close to throwing my laptop off my window if I see another essay I need to submit.” He said as he pinched the space to emphasis on his statement.
“And you ask why people assume I’m the smarter one between us, though they ain’t wrong.” Shirabu said cheekily as he flipped to another page and wrote on his notepad.
Semi scrunched his nose and leaned on his hand, “Smartass.”
Shirabu rolled his eyes playfully, a small smile dancing its way into his lips. “Unlike some people, I need to study for my test tomorrow. Do you mind?‘ He gestured to the books and his notepad, asking for permission to study while they’re on call with each other.
Semi smiled and shook his head, “I don’t mind. I know pre-med is a bitch to deal with.” He leaned on his hands as Shirabu busied himself with taking notes from his book and the powerpoint on his laptop.
Taking the opportunity to admire his diligent boyfriend, Semi started looking at Shirabu more closely. His straight bangs were clipped with some pastel blue barber clippers, a stray strand or two escaping the clutches of the hair accessory. Perched on his button nose are the anti-radiation glasses Semi got him for his birthday (since Shirabu had the unfortunate accident of bumping into someone, thus breaking his own glasses, and he was too busy to buy himself a replacement). Semi smiled as Shirabu raised his hands, who are engulf in his sweater sleeves to push the glasses into place, seeing as Shirabu had opt to wear a sweatshirt that looked something he definitely would ow—
Wait…
“Is that my sweatshirt?” Semi asked as he took another good look at the sweatshirt that Shirabu was wearing. The familiar colors of white, gray and purple adorned the sweatshirt, stitched together in a symmetrical pattern that Semi adores. He even bought a hoodie with the same design, which is tucked safely in his apartment’s closet.
Shirabu stilled, his hands stopped writing the notes he was diligently doing before Semi called out to him. Semi honestly wondered if the internet signal was lagging since Shirabu had been complaining about the drizzle of rain around his area when he spotted a red hue taking form on the apple of Shirabu’s cheeks. Semi chuckled, cooing at his adorable boyfriend, who immediately glared at him.
“Shut up!” Shirabu pouted, grumbling at him. “You never wear them, so I took it—”
“Stole it.”
“—Borrowed it” Shirabu continued, ignoring Semi’s comment and teasing smirk. “I didn’t think you'd notice, so yeah…”
Semi softens at the words that Shirabu had just uttered. He silently wished he was in Tokyo so he could just wrap his arms around Shirabu at this very moment. Semi smiled gently, rolling his thumb on the screen that displays Shirabu softly. “I was honestly looking for that two weeks ago. I thought I either lost it or it got mixed up with my little sister’s clothes.”
Shirabu played with the hems of his sweater paws, it honestly took all of Semi’s self restraint to stop himself from burying his head on his pillow and scream at how adorable the action was. “I could return it to you if you want it back. I’ll give this to you the next time either of us visits each other.”
Shaking his head, the older of the two chuckled at the younger’s embarrassment. “I don’t really mind, you look cute wearing my clothes.”
Shirabu’s blush deepened, dropping his pen and raising both of his hands to cover his face away from Semi’s gaze. “Shut up!”
“Stop being cute before I impulsively buy a train ticket to Tokyo right at this moment, just so I can pry your hands away from your pretty face.” Semi whined, pouting at the camera. It wasn’t everyday that Shirabu got flustered, so seeing the blush on his cheeks was something Semi marvelled at whenever there’s a chance. How could he not when his boyfriend was just too damn cute to handle?
Shirabu could only lower his sweater paws and smile cheekily, biting his lips while doing so. “Well… is it working?”
And that right there was the moment Semi couldn’t hold it in.
Letting go of the last self-restraint he has, Semi buried his head on his pillow and screamed incoherently because, “Why are you being cute when I’m a thousand miles away from you? No fair, bunbun!”
Hearing the twinkling sound of the younger’s laughter through the screen, Semi peeked from his position on his pillow to see his boyfriend covering his mouth with his sweater paw. Goddamnit, Shirabu definitely knows how much his sweater paws affect Semi, he was sure of it.
“Okay, first,” Shirabu started as he seemingly calmed himself down, “We’re literally still in the same country. So technically, we can’t be a thousand miles apart. Honestly, we’re just 247 miles away from each other.”
“Smartass.” Semi grumbled.
“And lastly, I just miss you, bumbum.” Shirabu mumbled, a red rosy hue settling on his cheeks as he looked down on his book to avoid Semi’s gaze.
Now, between the two, Semi was more openly affectionate. He would always initiate the small acts of affection and would always call Shirabu cheesy nicknames — with ‘bunbun’ as his personal favorite. So at times like this was considered precious, as Shirabu was rarely affectionate — not that Semi minded though. Afterall, they wouldn’t be them without the affectionate bantering and teasing.
Semi grinned widely at the use of the nickname, a similar rosy hue appearing on his cheeks. He shifted into a comfortable position, propping his phone on his bed and settling on his stomach with a pillow underneath his head. “How about I treat you somewhere nice after your tests are over, yeah? I’ll even wear the same hoodie that I bought to match the sweatshirt you stole from me.”
Shirabu’s cheeky smile softened, looking completely enamoured at his boyfriend. He even looked shy with his cheeks pink and his gaze looking at Semi adoringly. “I honestly would like that very much, bumbum.”
Semi’s lips might’ve split open with how wide his smile has gotten but with Shirabu just being so soft and affectionate with him? How could he not? It’s not everyday that Shirabu Kenjirou, Shiratorizawa’s former salt shaker, was openly initiating all these small acts and words of affection.
“But you need to go do your homework right now.”
Well, Semi knew Shirabu’s need of affection wasn’t enough to make him forget his impending piles of homework, which were now hauntingly laying on his desk next to his laptop. Semi was very sure that if was an actual person, his homework would be smirking gloatingly at him at this moment.
“Ruined. Moment ruined, bunbun.” Semi groaned before sitting up. He scooped his phone and pouted, smiling slightly as he saw Shirabu rolling his eyes playfully at his display. “Can’t I just ditch homework and stare at you? I’ll be quiet, I promise.”
Shirabu rolled his eyes, although a smile was gracing his lips. “Just do your homework while we video chat, stupid. Staring at me won’t make your homework disappear or do themselves.”
“It’s more interesting than a bunch of papers and books.”
“If you finish the homeworks due this week, we can stream some crappy movies or series on Netflix.”
“One condition?”
“You don’t get to ask for any condi—”
“You don’t keep your commentaries to yourself. And that includes mumbling it.”
Shirabu was about to retort when he remembered that both him and Semi have a similar way of watching movies and series — finding something to comment about. Whether it was the bad acting, the poor dress choice, the obvious ‘villain’ of the plot — both of them always had looked for something to comment about, which would often consist of insults. Shirabu laughed as he looked at Semi lovingly, still amazed at how his boyfriend knew him inside out, despite dating for almost three years.
“If you put up ‘The Kissing Booth’, you’ll hear a whole lot of my commentaries then.”
“Deal!” Semi smiled happily, standing up and walking over to his desk. Once he sat down and placed his phone on the phone stand next to his laptop, he turned to his essay and started reading a paragraph from a book he had borrowed from the library.
Shirabu could only look at his boyfriend, who was now diligently starting his essay yet again — Shirabu has an inkling he’ll bullshit it by the end of the essay but only time will tell — as he now has an end goal by the end of the day to look forward to. He then turned to his notebook, silently glad his boyfriend wasn’t with him as he wrote a short snippet of lyrics for his secret stash of ‘songs’ about the said boyfriend.
Even when we’re miles apart,
Pull you closer to my heart.
Looking back at the screen where he can see Semi focusing on his essays, Shirabu smiled as he doodled a tiny heart at the end of the sentence.
