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Kira remembered the first time he had ever met Tooru- It wasn’t even in Morioh, then, when Dio had invited Kira overseas to throw a get together for the ever growing group of “people”.:Though Kira would hardly call them so. In truth, he didn’t even want to be there that night, sitting in a quieter room away from Dio and Kars and the others that found joy in being loud and brash.
Kira remembered when the young looking man entered the room, pacing around with headphones in, as if in a rush. Before Kira could even ask what he was doing, the man sat right next to Kira, humming.
However, Kira did not remember how he ever ended up sitting underneath a tree with the man, enjoying his lunch as Tooru pulled and prodded at his ever reliable earbuds. Tooru wanted to listen to some music with him, but it was proving to be more and more difficult as time went on.
“Ah…” Tooru frowns as he grabs at the tangle in his headphones that had so dramatically shortened the cord. He held it in his hands, holding out the left earbud to the other man. “…It’s tangled. The cord won’t stretch out that far…”
Kira hums in acknowledgment. Tooru didn’t know the version of Kira found in his universe, nor did he ever want to. Tooru’s personality was… different, to Kira, and his stand far too dangerous to provide him with a peaceful life. But Tooru was also the only one of Dio’s friends who had been so fluent in Japanese, and often seeked Kira out to enjoy the quiet resting atmosphere that came with Kira’s presence- Though Kira tries not to dwell on these things.
“It’s okay, I’ll just...” Kira leans closer to him, his head just slightly resting on the other’s shoulder. He took the earbud from Tooru’s hand, putting it in before the sound of who he believed to be Elvis Presley ringing out into his ear. Admittedly, Kira didn’t often listen to music like this, but it seemed to be a very common activity with the rock man, so it couldn’t be too bad. The jazz was almost comforting in a way, and as Kira relaxed, his head fell comfortably against Tooru’s shoulder.
It wasn’t long before the music switched, the jazz slowly becoming more and more calming as time moved on. Tooru closed his eyes, mouthing along the words, and humming occasionally. Kira wasn’t sure when he had began to get tired, but soon enough, the steady sounds of Tooru and his iPod Touch nulled the man off to sleep.
When he awoke, he was in a bed that was not his, in a house he didn’t recognize. He cursed Tooru- what a stupid man, with a stupid stand, how dare he just- “Oh, Kira. I.. didn’t think you’d be awake. Are you feeling okay?”
Tooru sat over the bed, a hand on Kira’s head as he uncomfortably swatted at it. His mind felt barely coherent, blurry even, and he wondered briefly if Tooru had drugged his lunch (from what he’s heard, he wouldn’t put it past him) but the thought quickly vanishes within the overwhelming tiredness that seemed to swallow Kira’s soul whole. Tooru almost laughed. What a pretty laugh.
“Are you still tired? It’s almost midnight, I was just going to head to bed myself. You can… stay there. I’m sure that wife of yours won’t miss you.” Kira rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. Tooru climbed into the bed next to him. “Pout all you want. I’m not letting you walk across town at midnight. Too many killers, blondie.”
Kira must’ve mumbled something, but it was quickly hidden as Tooru wrapped his arms around him from behind. Kira was still in his everyday button up, but Tooru hadn’t worn any shirts. Yet still, Kira yawns, turning back to melt into the warmth of him. “…You won’t tell anyone?”
“Nope.” Tooru responded.
“……Even Kars?”
“Promise.”
“Okay, Goodnight.”
“Yes, yes. Goodnight, Sweet dreams, Blondie.”