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"You're not doing a very good job at sneaking up on me." Shota muttered.
There was a huff from behind him. He didn't turn around, eyes still on the streets below.
"You're no fun." Atsuhiro complained, draping his arms over Shota's shoulders from behind. "You won't even look at me! So rude."
"I'm on patrol, Atsuhiro." Shota sighed. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else? You're going to get caught."
"Oh please, I never get caught." He scoffed, resting his chin on Shota's head. "Although…I must admit, I don't think I would mind getting caught by a certain underground hero." He traced Shota's jaw with his finger and Shota caught his wrist.
"I'm on patrol." He repeated, finally turning to give him an unimpressed look as Atsuhiro stepped away and crossed his arms. He was wearing his mask, but Shota could tell he was pouting.
"Nothing's even happening down there." He whined. "Surely you can spare some time for your loving, charming, handsome boyfriend?"
Shota rolled his eyes and turned back to what he was doing.
"Where do you even store all that ego?"
"You wound me, Shota."
"I'm sure."
Atsuhiro made an offended little noise, not getting the chance to actually respond before Shota was moving.
"Hey!" Atsuhiro called as Shota ran and leapt across multiple of the roofs nearby, following his usual patrol route and decidedly ignoring the magician trailing after him. He came to a stop several buildings away from where they'd started, and was unsurprised to hear the click of Atsuhiro's boots landing close by.
"Atsu-"
"You're so rude ." Atsuhiro scoffed, brushing off his coat. "Making me chase you like that…"
"I did not make you chase me." Shota rolled his eyes. "Besides, that was barely a chase."
"What, you want to give me a better one?" Atsuhiro crossed his arms and Shota turned away from him to examine the area below. He hadn't been wrong; nothing was really happening. It was turning out to be a rather quiet night.
"Maybe."
Atsuhiro's arms looped loosely around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. The edge of his mask dug into him slightly, but he didn't mention it.
"Maybe, hm? Ooo , what, is the big bad hero considering ditching patrol after all?" He cooed. Shota grunted and received a light laugh in response that he felt the vibrations of against his back. "Well, I am leagues more entertaining than watching the street, and you're a simple man, you can't possibly be blamed."
"You're ridiculous."
"You love me." Atsuhiro replied easily. Shota shrugged him off of his shoulder.
“You don’t really want to chase me across rooftops, do you?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Of course I do.” Atsuhiro removed one arm from around his waist and reached up to lift up his mask. He moved his capture weapon out of the way for a moment, pressing a kiss to Shota’s shoulder through the cloth of his jumpsuit. His cheeks pinkened and he was glad he was facing away from Atsuhiro as he pulled his mask back down and fixed his scarf for him. “Any time spent with you is treasured, my love.”
“Ugh…” Shota rubbed his face.
“Besides, I’m faster than you, anyway.”
“You are not. ” Shota elbowed him off and Atsuhiro took a step backwards, letting go of him. He missed the warmth at his back but turned around to face him anyway. “Cocky bastard.”
Atsuhiro bowed low and tipped his hat.
“That’s me.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Shota repeated, shaking his head. “I can’t believe that makes me want to kiss you.”
Atsuhiro stiffened, and Shota could easily imagine the red spreading across his face under the mask and balaclava. He quickly rose back to his full height and huffed as he fixed his hat.
“Have I mentioned how rude you are yet?”
“Several times, yes.” Shota told him, amused. “It doesn’t make me want to kiss you any less.”
Atsuhiro tilted his head slightly, the same way he always did when he got an idea, and fixed his sleeves.
“Well…” Shota raised an eyebrow. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
Atsuhiro was gone before he could properly say anything, and he immediately took off after him, shaking his head again at how irritating the man was.
“You can’t use your scarf on me!” Atsuhiro called over his shoulder. Shota narrowed his eyes. "It's cheating!"
Cheating. Like they were children playing some silly game during recess. Ridiculous.
He made no move to throw his capture weapon.
"Besides," he'd said, "I'm faster than you, anyway."
He'd likely just been trying to rile Shota up at the time, but he was fast, surprisingly quick and agile for someone wearing dress pants, a trenchcoat, and heeled boots.
(A very impractical outfit, but clearly it worked for him, and he'd talked Shota's ear off about the time and effort and materials he put into making each article of clothing, so he knew better than to say that to his face.)
The wind whipped through his hair and rustled his scarf, and just ahead of him, he could see Atsuhiro holding onto his hat with one hand. By now, they'd made good distance from the starting point, and Shota tightened his grip on the gray fabric of his scarf, weighing his options.
Option one: he could catch up and tackle Atsuhiro onto one of the next roofs, pinning him down. It'd be fun, and it would certainly annoy the villain, but it could also hurt him, and he didn’t want to hurt him nor did he want to hear him complain for the next week and a half about his “ancient, aching bones.”
Which left him leaning more towards the second option: “cheating.”
The high pitched yelp Atsuhiro let out when he was abruptly yanked backwards midair by sudden pressure wrapped around his torso and arms made Shota stifle a snicker even as he caught Atsuhiro in his arms.
"Cheater!" He declared, squirming a little and making an offended little noise when the bonds only tightened. "Ruffian! Scoundrel! Traitorous fiend! Unhand me at once!"
"But I like holding you." Shota said. Atsuhiro stilled, then squirmed even more than before.
"Your sweet talk won't sway me! You cheated!"
"You're whining." Shota told him. Atsuhiro kicked at him the best he could.
"I do not whine. I complain. " He scoffed.
"Sounds like whining to me." Shota teased.
“Shota!” Atsuhiro hissed. Shota rolled his eyes and released him, drawing his capture weapon back.
He turned on his heel and pulled his mask off so Shota could see his glare, and then went a step further and lifted his hat so he could wrench off his balaclava, revealing a head full of slightly flattened brown curls and the rest of Atsuhiro's face, pulled into an overly exaggerated pout.
"You're so mean." He muttered, compressing his mask and balaclava, all at once and shoving them in a coat pocket as he replaced his hat.
"You like when I'm mean." Shota grinned and Atsuhiro scowled, stepping closer and looping his arms around Shota's neck.
"Mm." He rested their foreheads together and Shota's smile softened, hands coming to rest comfortably on Atsuhiro's waist and lower back. Silk caressed his skin as one of Atsuhiro's gloved hands slid to cup Shota's jaw, and he wasn't surprised when soft lips met his own.
He hummed and closed his eyes, pulling Atsuhiro closer to him and earning a pleased sigh from the magician. He tasted of chocolate, this time, and caramel, and Shota pulled back just a little, their breaths mingling.
"Did you steal more of those candies you like?" He murmured.
"Terribly cruel of you to accuse me of such a thing," Atsuhiro muttered back, "they're my favorite, I can't help giving into a craving or two." He let go of Shota for a moment, and Shota almost figured he was done for now until Atsuhiro took off his hat again and placed it on top of Shota's head.
His cheeks warmed but Atsuhiro took the rim of his hat in his hands and used it to tug Shota back in, leaving whatever remark about it he was going to say to get lost against Atsuhiro's mouth.
"Mm, you know," Atsuhiro said between kisses, although he almost seemed to forget he'd begun speaking, distracted by the next kiss before he leaned back a little and continued speaking, "I do wonder what would happen if the public knew that pro-hero Eraserhead was abandoning his patrol to lock lips and swap spit with a wanted terrorist. There'd likely be a scandal, you know, even if you are underground."
"Well, it's a good thing the public doesn't know, then." Shota told him, and Atsuhiro pulled down on the front of the brim so the hat covered his eyes. "Wow. Really mature."
"You know it, Sho." The hat was lifted off his head and placed easily back on Atsuhiro's, who offered him a smug grin that made his dimples show.
"I love you," Shota said instead of what he meant, although maybe the mistake was worth it for the way Atsuhiro's face turned bright red and the tips of his ears burned. He scowled, pulling down his hat to hide his face.
"Yes, yes, no need to get all sappy." He complained. Shota counted to three in his head, and Atsuhiro spoke up quietly just as he always did. "...I love you, too."
Shota hummed.
"Atsu?"
He lifted his hat again, peering up at Shota.
"Yes?"
Shota grinned widely.
"Catch me if you can." He said, and then he was off, hearing the sounds of Atsuhiro's laughter chasing after him.