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“No.”
“What?”
“ No. ”
Daiki pouts.
“Pleeeeease,” he says, playing it up for all he’s worth.
(That’s why he can admit that it’s a pout. Because it serves his ends.)
“I’m not going on a heist with you,” Natsumi says, rolling her eyes. “Why do you even ask?”
“I need a woman who is not me to help me get in and Yuusuke said no to a disguise?” Daiki offers. He figured Yuusuke would be the easier sell, but unfortunately not this time. “It’s not like any of you are actually against me being a thief, you’re just boring.”
“You’re just crazy.”
“I prefer the term ‘twisted’,” Daiki snarks. “But yeah.”
Natsumi sighs.
“Alright,” she says. “I’ll bite. Why do you need a woman? ”
“Oh, it’s a gendered society,” Daiki says. “To get into the ball I need a wife. To get into the back rooms I can’t go as the wife.”
“You could ask Tsukasa.”
“You know he’d say no.”
Natsumi pauses, looks thoughtful, and then nods.
“Okay then,” she says. “So it’s a ball? How fancy?”
“Fancy enough I’ve scheduled you a visit to their world’s top tailor?”
One of the things they all have in common is that they are all deeply fashionable. Except Yuusuke, who is Yuusuke.
Natsumi sighs.
“Alright, fine,” she says. Daiki grins.
“It’s a date!”
“You’re… paying?” Yuusuke asks, awkwardly adjusting his shirt. “Here?”
“Do you have money?”
“Not really.”
“Then I guess I have no choice,” Daiki says. “You seem surprised.”
“My technical first date with Tsukasa, he bullied me the whole time,” Yuusuke says. “He’s kind of an asshole like that. But also, it was World of Negatives, and I think that’s around when he started becoming aware of the Rider War, so I’m only a little annoyed.”
“You are too pure for this world.”
“Thanks. It’s incredibly difficult to maintain.”
They’re led to their seats as they talk.
“It’s actually good food here, too,” Daiki says. “Worth the price.”
“I feel so loved,” Yuusuke half-jokes. “And that movie was a great choice. I didn’t know you liked horror, too.”
“I did give you options,” Daiki points out. “All of them sounded good.”
“Even the romcom?”
“Yeah,” Daiki replies. “Call it a guilty pleasure.”
Yuusuke laughs, and Daiki picks up the menu.
“So,” Yuusuke says. “Does this mean we’re properly dating each other, now?”
“Does that mean you want to?”
“Yeah, actually.”
Daiki smirks.
“Then yes.”
“I just thought of something,” Tsukasa says one day. It’s just the two of them. Just the two of them is always interesting because Daiki is hopelessly in love, and Tsukasa is Tsukasa.
“Oh yeah?” Daiki says. “What’s that?”
Tsukasa leans against the wall of the mansion they both ended up in. Because of course.
“I don’t know how we started dating,” he says. “None memory. One day you’re not there and the next you’re all I was thinking about.”
(He’s never said that before, but Daiki knows it’s true, and isn’t that unfair. Run away from a Tsukasa who loved him utterly and come back to one that tolerated him on a good day.
Makes him miss the evil one, almost.)
“Any?” Daiki says.
“How’d we get together?” Tsukasa asks. “You’re obsessed with me, now.”
Daiki shrugs.
“You dug me up from my World,” he says. “Tried to save my soul. You failed, obviously, but you did teach me about gay people, so I guess that’s an improvement. Then you took me out to dinner. And now you’re stuck with your failure.”
Tsukasa hmms.
“I don’t think you’re a failure,” he says. “…How about this. How about you show me how I made you mine?”
Daiki thinks for a second…
Then he smirks, and he moves to pull Tsukasa into a kiss.
“Well,” he says. “It started like that.”
“You really should buy me dinner, first,” Tsukasa murmurs.
“That’s exactly what I said,” Daiki replies. “It’s a date, then.”