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Zenji peered down at the white haired man in front of him, his head tilted. Jin had been on his phone for a while, some sort of heated discussion with Ishibashi. Still, he had been responding to Zenji so he couldn't find it in himself to mind too heavily. Even so he did wish Jin would look at him, his eyes were always so gorgeous; the taller one couldn't help but adore how they looked when Jin looked at him.
The longer haired man toyed with his biwa, yet didn’t strum as he spoke again during a period of silence. “Jin? May I ask you a question?” He softly murmured, his eyes full of warmth as he gazed at the man holding his phone to his ear. A small huff, an obvious tell of a ‘go on’ from Jin. Zenji could only chuckle, used to these odd quirks of Jin’s by now. He had almost reached out, almost pressed his fingertips to Jin’s cheeks as an attempt to draw his gaze over, but he held onto his biwa ever so slightly tighter to refrain. They weren’t at that level quite yet, after all.
“Would you like to perhaps be present to listen for my next Youtube video? Haku will be recording of course, but…” Zenji trailed off, his pale cheeks flushing as he hugged the instrument to his chest. “I could always do a private performance, I have a few poems for you specifically—“
“Shut up,” Jin groaned, Zenji blinking a few times in quick succession. The shorter man rubbed his temple, glaring at the ground as Zenji wilted. “Ishibashi, I don’t care. Do it yourself.”
Just like that, Zenji perked right back up. He had only been talking to Ishibashi, that wasn’t a rejection! “It’s quite rude to cut someone off, but I can forgive you. As I was saying, I have created some poems specifically for you that I’d like for you to hear! They— Ah… Where are you going?” Jin had begun walking away, Zenji taking a few steps to follow before Jin spoke again.
“No, I don’t want to.”
Despite how easily said those words were, Zenji could only freeze in place as he processed. He softly sighed as Jin got further away, lightly biting his lips before forcing a small smile.
“Next time, then…”
With that, the man with mismatched hair walked away with the silent clicks of his geta on the pavement. He was unaware of Jin glancing over his shoulder, the shorter man huffing again and mumbling to himself.
“Finally, that weird instrument anomaly from Hotarubi decided to leave…”