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Tasuku readied the pot behind the unsuspecting poet.
Homare has just begun to sit up a bit straighter after taking a sip of tea, and Tasuku knew exactly what that meant.
A poem.
A long one, no doubt.
And Tasuku was looking forward to having his lunch in peace.
I’ll make it up to him later , he thought, knowing from experience that Homare wouldn’t be particularly affected by the blow anyways.
Then, just as he was about to make the swing, Homare turned around, his eyes glinting.
“Oh my dear Tasuku,” he said with a smile as he grabbed onto Tasuku’s wrist, “You’re getting far too predictable. But you’ll be pleased to know that your overly aggressive action has stirred the inspiration for a brand new poem!”
Tasuku winced, then sat down opposite Homare with his sandwich. “Alright,” he sighed, “Let’s hear it.”
“Oh glinting metal!
The swift swing of an imminent demise
A bruise of love? A bonk of lust?
Consciousness, fleeting!
Coherence, briefly!
A lover jealous of others’ ears,
Determined-“
”That is not why I was going to whack you with the pot,” Tasuku grumbled, mouth half-full of sandwich.
”Hm? Do you mean to say you understood my meaning?” Homare smirked as he sipped his tea.
”...Yes.”
Homare smirked again before continuing.
“A lover enraptured by the words of their beloved,
Unable to bear hearing the thoughts of any other fall from their lips-“
”Still not why I was going to hit you.”
”And yet, you seem to have finished your sandwich and are smiling~”
Tasuku glared at Homare, chugging down his glass of milk, unable to come up with any sort of response.
”You’re welcome as usual for the lunch date,” Homare bowed his head as he stood, “I’ll see you at practice.”