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“That’s Chigiri’s.”
“I know.”
“You’re wearing Chigiri’s hair tie.”
“ I know. ”
Nagi continues to stare, to the point it makes Reo squirm uncomfortably on his seat.
“What? You want to tie up your hair too? Just ask Chigiri. I’m sure he won’t mind lending you one.”
“Um.”
Nagi scratches his head awkwardly. He walks up to the bench Reo is using to rest his legs on, stops short right in front of it, and bites his lower lip lightly.
Reo sighs. “Spit it out.”
“Can I touch…?”
“What?”
“Your hair. Can I…”
“Uh. Okay?”
Reo’s face twists into a frown, puzzled by the strange request, yet he lets Nagi play with his hair strands. He watches as Nagi’s huge, round eyes lit up. Like a child being given a new toy. ‘He’s adorable like that,’ Reo muses. The sight puts a small smile on his lips.
“Are you thinking of letting your hair grow longer?”
Nagi pauses. His eyes flit towards Reo’s questioning gaze. “Like yours?”
“Mm.”
“I don’t know… Do you think I should?” Nagi’s forefingers twitch restlessly, burying themselves between Reo’s strands of hair, twisting and pulling it lightly. “Does Reo think I will look good with longer hair?”
Reo tries to summon the image in his head—Nagi with long hair, long milky white strands that he would be able to play with and maybe tie it up and stylize it like a doll. He’s never really been interested in dolls, even as a child, but Nagi’s porcelain skin and shiny pink lips sometimes remind him of a doll, and Reo finds that he’s fascinated by it.
“Sure,” Reo says after a beat, “I think you’ll look great with longer hair.”
“Mm. Okay. I will grow it then.”
Reo chuckles at how easy it is for Nagi to comply. He pats his lap. “Come here. Sit down.”
Nagi complies wordlessly. Like an eager puppy. He sits snugly on Reo’s lap, awkward long limbs and all. When Reo catches a sniff of his cologne on Nagi’s shirt, he heaves out a contented sigh. All his muscles relax as he wraps his arms around Nagi’s chiseled waist. The only thing in his mind right now is a warm bed, preferably with Nagi on it, fitted snugly in his embrace.
“We gotta leave this place soon,” Reo whispers. He’s reluctant to break the cozy ambience.
Nagi answers with a hum. He kicks his feet lightly, again, like an overgrown, overexcited child. It is something akin to a ‘tic’ that Nagi often does that Reo finds adorable.
Nagi parts his lips, about to say something, but the loud thud of the door being slammed open beats him to his words.
“What the fuck.”
Reo looks up sheepishly from behind Nagi’s left shoulder. “Hey, Princess. Mind leaving us for a bit?”
Chigiri groans. Having been Reo’s and Nagi’s teammate and dormmate for quite some time, the sight is far from unfamiliar to him. Although he often wonders why he puts up so much with these two’s antics.
“Look. Our bus will be going in like,” Chigiri pauses. He scrunches his nose, mentally counting the time in his head. “Ten minutes. Tops.” Again, he casts his meanest glare at his two so-called friends. “Hurry up and finish your business here. Or not. You know what? I don’t care. If the bus takes off without you two, it’s not any of my business. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
With that, Chigiri stomps his way dramatically away from that locker room. As soon as Chigiri’s footsteps fade, Reo lets out a breathy chuckle that he’s been holding back for a minute.
Nagi leans down conspiratorially. “I think Chigiri is mad,” he whispers.
“Pfft. He is mad at us, alright? Princess always been like that. Just ignore him. We can win him back with a couple milkshake coupons.”
“Mm. I’m craving for some milkshakes too.”
“Yeah? I heard Chigiri’s sister just opened a new branch in Shibuya. Let’s give it a visit tonight.”
“Okay… But ‘m comfy ‘ere.”
Nagi nuzzles his face into Reo’s hair needily, only flinching when Reo pinches his cheek, but it does not stop him from being stubborn and throwing his pair of gangly arms over Reo’s neck.
“Alright, fine, you big baby. I will carry you.”
Their manager, coaches, and teammates all roll their eyes when they arrive at the bus five minutes later tangled with each other—Nagi wrapping his limbs like a koala around Reo’s torso and Reo holding him tight like a kid carrying some kind of precious oversized teddy bear.
“Next time, we’ll leave you two for real,” their manager grumbles.
Reo snickers as he gingerly climbs up the bus stairs while still balancing Nagi in his arms. “Aye, aye, captain!”
Everyone knows it’s all just an empty threat.