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Noritoshi groaned as he headed towards the cafe Panda had begrudgingly directed him to. He didn't know why he had had to be the one there when Itadori had got stuck with that miserable curse and decided he just absolutely needed Yuta's help.
And he didn't know why Panda had bothered to tell him not to go in search of Yuta. He'd walked in on plenty enough of his and Inumaks revoltingly romantic interactions to know what to brace himself for. He wasn't going to be the one to get the blame for letting ltadori get eaten alive or whatever else the curse wanted with him.
He rounded the corner and spotted the cafe instantly. The perfect cutesy place those two idiots would be holed up together instead of doing their jobs. Even the bookshop frontage covered in ivy and little iron-cast outlines of steaming coffee cups made him shiver in revulsion.
He ducked through the door and followed the plant-entangled arrows towards the cafe hidden at the back of the shop.
So, so cutesy.
As he neared the small garden patio-come-tearoom, he could hear Inumak's voice, as incomprehensible as ever.
"Tuna. Fish flakes. Mustard leaf."
He had no idea how Yuta put up with it, let alone understood what he was saying.
"Kelp, tuna mayo."
There was a long silence, in which Noritoshi had just enough time to walk onto the veranda and right into a scene that he most definitely shouldn't have just walked into.
The couple had clearly been sat at a small table, with the rest of the garden completely devoid of customers. The whole patio was cleared of other furniture, which had left plenty of space for Inumaki to stand in the middle of it and get down on one knee.
If nothing else, he was glad that Yuta had his back to him at the moment he blundered on in. He had half a second to neutralise his expression before Yuta noticed Inumak's unease and turned.
"Kamo?"
"Yuji needs you. But, uh," he wished he hadn't survived Shibuya, "I'll give you two a minute."
"Right." Yuta smiled flatly, then turned his back on him.
Noritoshi slipped back into the bookstore and slumped against a stack of shelves. Why did it always have to be him? It was never anyone else that managed to walk in on those two. Only ever him that was perpetually cursed with seeing things that made him want to pour bleach into his eyes to clear the visions out.
Just as his weight caused the shelves beside him to topple, he heard Yuta's voice, a quiet, tearful "yes."
Curse those bitches-having homosexuals.