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Yashiro's eyes shot open, and before him was a sea of darkness. He blinked once, twice, abruptly realising he's in bed.
A bad dream, huh... He didn't have any recently, so this was a surprise.
Shifting his body to sit up, Yashiro's attention was immediately drawn towards the phone that was poking at his elbow. He picked it up with a light groan, noticing an unread text from Doumeki a few hours ago that asked him if he wanted dinner together.
Ever since they made up, that idiot had insisted they exchange numbers, wanting Yashiro to keep his number in case he needed anything.
And as if that wasn't enough as it is, Doumeki even told him that he would pick up no matter the reason of his calling.
'No matter the reason'...? That's an exaggeration. Calling just for a dream he had, that's ridiculous. Yashiro mentally filed away the idea, chastising Doumeki's impracticality once more. Even though he's different now, that guy was still oddly persistent in these kinds of things... To the point that it's started to affect him.
They didn't even have a name for this strange relationship between them yet. What was he thinking?
After another moment of staring at the name in his contacts, Yashiro tossed his phone aside, opening his windows as he reached for a cigarette.
rrr... rrr...
Ah, there's a buzzing sound coming from his bed.
Having just finished his smoke, Yashiro felt for his phone, turning it around to show the screen. His eyes widened slightly upon seeing the name blaring at him in bold black letters.
Doumeki. What is he doing this late?
The doorbell caught his attention next, ringing at this unprecedented time. It was quickly followed by a few rapid raps on his door, and Yashiro was beyond annoyed at that point. He finger-combed his hair back slightly, seeking out the noise with the unanswered phone still buzzing in his hand.
What's with everyone looking for him at 3am today?
With a light grumble, he opened the door, only to drink in the sight of the man who had been calling. Dressed in only a simple white shirt and jeans, Doumeki had a full face of worry, phone clasped to his ear. He immediately stopped the call upon seeing Yashiro.
"You..." He faltered. Was whatever he wanted so important that he needed to come over in the dead of midnight?
"Yashiro-san." Doumeki moved forward to stand absurdly close to him. He gave him a look-over, and even grasped his arm, turning him around to look at him from all angles. Feeling like a product on display, Yashiro stared at him, confused.
The deep voice that came through didn't help in easing his mood, calling for him with such an anxious tone. "Are you alright?"
"What are you babbling about?"
Doumeki didn't let go.
"... You called me earlier but didn't say anything, so I thought something happened."
Called? His eyebrows scrunched together, before dispersing in realisation.
Oh. He probably pressed onto his contact while he was tossing his phone. "That was by accident, I'm fine here." He assured.
Doumeki slowly opened up the death grip he had on his arm, his expression revealing traces of relief.
"I'm glad."
A sudden blanket of silence descended before them. Now that Doumeki had calmed down, his expression grew back to one that exuded next to nothing, though he didn't stop that relentless staring.
"... Before this, what were you doing?" Yashiro asked.
"There wasn't much, so I was asleep."
"It is late after all." He hummed. "Go back, alright? You're probably tired."
He reached to close the door, but Doumeki's hand curled around his wrist once more.
"...What about Yashiro-san? Why were you awake."
Caught off guard by the sudden question, Yashiro's eyes widened. He looked away, his poker face quickly shrouding that momentary break in character. "That's none of your business."
"If that's the case, then why won't you look at me?"
Yashiro's eyebrows nudged together. He stared at Doumeki with a challenging gaze, doing just the thing that the other had previously mentioned he wouldn't do, as if to say there. I've done it.
Silence floated between them again. Doumeki stared hard at him, his eyes unwavering. He said nothing, keeping his hand firmly on his wrist as well, to prevent him from trying to shut the door.
"I think that it would be better to stay with you." Doumeki uttered quite earnestly, stepping closer to him. "Please excuse me."
"Haah? But I've told you already, I'm not in danger." Yashiro protested.
Talking like he's supposed to let him off the moment an apology was given... Was this guy bent on going against him?
Yashiro's eyebrow twitched. Seeing that Doumeki had no plans to budge even after a long stare-off, he sighed audibly, leaving the door open. "Come in."
Still half-naked with a towel thrown loosely around his neck, Yashiro emerged from the bath, just in time to hear the sound of his door closing and a pair of keys being placed onto the countertop.
There's a faint, shuffling sound as Doumeki set down various things on his table.
"You went out?" Yashiro asked, using a handful of the towel to dry his hair as his gaze flitted to the items. He picked up one of the bags without thought, noticing that it contained pork buns. Another one had an expensive box of chocolates, and there were some junk food too, mostly being sweet treats.
"Please help yourself, Yashiro-san."
"Oh." Noticing the cup of steaming coffee Doumeki had set down together with the food, Yashiro reached for it.
Even this, too. Since when did the other come to know of his tastes? The last time they were remotely close had to be 4 years ago.
Yashiro sipped the coffee silently, and Doumeki took the chance to move behind him, using the towel to dry his hair in his place. The air was palpable - Though Doumeki was only drying carefully without tugging that much, his presence was somehow unnerving. There's something he's not saying, and the longer things dragged on, the more awkward he felt.
"Did something happen?" Yashiro finally asked.
Doumeki stopped his movements, an indication he's heard him.
"You wanted to stay over, so I thought you needed something." He clarified.
"... Yashiro-san sounded weird just now."
"Aah, that was because of a bad dream. It was nothing."
Doumeki was silent for a long time after that. The lack of a reply made things tense, and Yashiro went for another sip of coffee, but stopped himself and placed the cup back on the table.
"If you're satisfied now, feel free to leave." He mumbled, moving from his previous position. An arm caught his wrist, the grasp unforgivingly tight.
Doumeki looked conflicted.
"Are you unhappy that I'm here?"
"Hahh? You're the one that's unhappy, right? Coming all the way here for something so trivial." Noticing the way his expression twisted, Yashiro felt mildly surprised by how tight his chest became. "It was just a bad dream, after all." He added, a quiet afterthought.
Doumeki seemed to be assessing the situation.
"I told Yashiro-san before, that you can call me for anything." He reminded, his voice soft. "I won't be unhappy."
"Is that so." Yashiro mused, an awkward smile playing at the edge of his lips. "Well, since you're here, we might as well make it worthwhile. Got a request?"
I could suck you off, or...
"... Can you tell me about it? The bad dream."
Still in the midst of his unspoken thinking, Yashiro stopped at Doumeki's interruption, eyes momentarily growing wide.
That's all? Did he really come over just to ask about that?
He was hardly surprised that Doumeki would be into knowing about the trivial things. But really, it being the only thing he was concerned about - especially when he's come over in the middle of the night - caught him off guard.
3am... Wasn't he a heavy-sleeper?
He's oddly attentive when it comes to anything Yashiro said or did, as compared to others. No, but seriously, who would have thought that this idiot would care about a random dream he had?
"It was about you." Yashiro said lightly, placing no particular emphasis on his words. "We argued, and you left in anger. That's all."
"I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"Maybe I did something that gave Yashiro-san that impression."
A pair of hands gently pressed close, with Doumeki hugging him, resting his head on Yashiro's shoulders. The unfamiliar feeling crusaded over him, and he uncomfortably tensed at the intensified warmth from the other.
"Please take it as that you're comforting me." He was so close to his ear. Yashiro froze, his hands tightening on Doumeki's shirt.
"I am happy that I can be here with you." He went on, "Even if I was angry... I definitely won't leave you again."
"You really are stupid." Yashiro commented. "Everyone has the right to do whatever they want. You don't have to promise anything." Using his hands to separate himself from Doumeki, he kept his gaze somewhere else. Somehow, the thought of looking at him was difficult right now. He couldn't hide the slight delay in his words, the way his throat grew tight.
What is this, is he panicking?
"If it's Yashiro-san... I'm sure that it will be fine." Came the reply. "Yashiro-san is always helping in your own way, so I'm sure I will realise your reasoning eventually."
I'm not that nice, came the tinge of bitterness on the tip of his tongue. He thought about verbalizing it, but said nothing regardless, feeling suddenly at a loss of words.
"Enough... I'm hungry now. Let's eat." He grabbed the nearest bag of food off the table, feeling Doumeki's gaze follow him intensely.
"Okay."