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Street lights powered on as nighttime approached in the busy city of Yokohama. Fewer people roamed and crickets buzzed in the distance. The infamous duo had just reported to Dazai of their mission, however they did not divide up as usual because of the promise Akutagawa had made to him. As one would know, he does not break his promises. Though time, it was so unimportant from someone such as himself that made Atsushi wondered why he didn’t break it.
To follow through in buying me Chazuke? Atsushi thought it was weird for him to follow through on something such as this.
But here they are, standing behind a counter at the mall. Akutagawa ordering his favorite dish— wait not one but two? Akutagawa actually wanting to eat what he favorited added onto his suspension.
Once they ordered Akutagawa demanded Atsushi to find them a seat as the he waited for their food. After looking for a descent sitting amongst a few strangers, he examine Akutagawa from there. Akutagawa looked up from the floor, staring back at him with a blank expression. The detective quickly looked away in embarrassment, still feeling the eyes of the mafioso on him.
After a few minutes, the food was finally ready to be served. He was handed their order of Chazuke by the employee and carried them back to the table Atsushi had picked. He gently sat the Chazuke in front of him and sat down with his.
“So..you’re not planning anything right?” Atsushi said, picking up his chopsticks with an eye on him.
“You fool, what would I possibly be hoping to achieve?” Akutagawa asked.
Atsushi didn’t answer.
“I don’t break my promises–”
“But you’re not getting anything from this!” Atsushi interrupted.
“And if I was?” Akutagawa replied, covering his mouth suddenly without a cough.
It could not be something such as killing him or any person there. It was just too silly for someone that skilled in somewhere public even if it was late. He knew he would know better. He flared his eyebrows together and looked down at the table, still not uttering a word. He looked up at Akutagawa once more, seeing as he was already staring with his usual blank expression but he looked away quickly.
Atsushi found his heart skip a beat.
Was he staring at me? Atsushi thought.
He sometimes felt his heart race when he was close to Akutagawa, but he always dismissed the feeling. It felt so pleasuring to be around him at times. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way for someone as wicked as him or any boy in general, still he continued to be around him. They were partners anyway— maybe he just couldn't do so either way.
A while past by, some people hurried to leave as it was already eight. The mall stayed open till midnight and Akutagawa got frantically bored of sitting, wanting to walk around. Since they both finished their bowls of Chazuke they did so.
Akutagawa and Atsushi walked around the mall, looking at the many different shops. Sometimes, Akutagawa shoulder would brush against him making the detectives cheeks appear a faint rosy color. He saw the part in Akutagawa’s lips whenever he did so, but shrugged it off as nothing.
“Let’s go to the arcade.” Atsushi suggested.
“Mhmm.” Akutagawa nodded.
The mafiosos and detective made their way inside the arcade. The sound of loud bickering and music filled the air. Games and colorful schemes were everywhere amongst all things. Akutagawa kindly paid for Atsushi’s tickets and wrist band at the booth. Then, they walked away from there to a bench to put their arm bands on.
Akutagawa managed to put the armed band on with ease, and on the other hand Atsushi seemed like he was struggling.
“I come here with Chuuya–san every now and then so I know this area by heart.” Akutagawa explained, taking it away from Atsushi.
“Ha, I never really been to an arcade.” Atsushi chuckled.
Akutagawa took Atsushi’s pale hand in his own and carefully wrapped the paper armed wrist band around him. He didn’t do it so rushed, more time was wasted on tying it around than he imagined. He thought it was interesting seeing as the detective let him more than pulling away to fuss.
“What game first?” Atsushi asked.
“You choose, I have no desire to play games.” Akutagawa said.
“Uh…Pac-Man!” Atsushi replied, hurrying to find it.
Akutagawa followed Atsushi as he looked for the game. Once he found it, he inserted one of the tickets. His eyes lit up as he grasped the knobs to play. Akutagawa watched as Atsushi played, his eyes drifting towards the screen and the detectives happy expression.
Once Atsushi had finished the game, he begun a search for another game. He looked throughout the arcade and founded a game where you could shoot basketballs in real time. He took the basketball in his hands and shot for the net, missing a couple of times. Sweat began appearing on his forehead, running down his face as more time went on. Akutagawa face was more red than before, coughing a few times as an excuse to cover his face more than his usual act of coughing.
Akutagawa left for a short while. He returned with a small water bottle and gave it to Atsushi. The grey headed man chugged the water down his throat.
“Ah, thanks.” Atsushi thanked.
”Any time, Jinko.” Akutagawa muttered, making his voice unable to hear.
Atsushi handed the water bottle back to Akutagawa when he was finished. Atsushi rushed to find another game, Akutagawa once again following him. He began to play another game, from a side view he saw Akutagawa taking a sip of what was left in the bottle. It sorta made him unable to focus, missing a few aliens in the game.
The game had finished and Atsushi began to feel uneasy and said he had to use the restroom. Because there were no restrooms in the arcade, he went to the ones over by a bakery. Akutagawa followed Atsushi for he didn’t want to be alone in that noisy arcade— or was it?
Atsushi entered a stall and sat against the wall of the restroom. He was confused on what Akutagawa was up to and it felt sickening. He shouldn’t guess that he would be returning feelings. But his own were rejected by the thought of refusal from his peers. It felt good to be around him, why must he ignore them?
“Are you crying?” Akutagawa asked.
Atsushi sprung back into reality, realizing that he was sniffling and he had a few tears rolling down his cheek. He didn’t feel like this was the right time to say anything to Akutagawa. He didn’t want to confess to him at a state of confusion.
“No, I’m alright.” Atsushi reassured, sniffing a bit after.
“Open the door, Jinko.” Akutagawa ordered.
“I’m fine I— fine.” Atsushi gave in.
He opened the door. The first thing he saw was Akutagawa’s blank expression, yet his gaze felt different. It was undoubtedly laced with concern. Akutagawa stood there staring, making Atsushi feel awkward.
“Are you alright?” Akutagawa asked.
“And why do you care?” Atsushi lashed.
Akutagawa touched the younger man’s teary red cheek, caressing it. Atsushi face flushed at the slightest touch, trying to act annoyed even so he leaned into it. Akutagawa’s hands trembled, trying to cup his face.
Atsushi didn’t push away.
Neither fused, only leaned in.
Their gaze was fixed on each other’s like nothing else mattered in that moment.
That’s because nothing truly did.
Atsushi kissed the mafioso. The feeling of his lips being pressed against his own felt so pleasant. Akutagawa gripped Atsushi by his waist, deepening the kiss.
Was this really it? Atsushi thought.
I don’t want this to end, but they will be mad. He continued
I don’t care. Whatever happens, happens. Atsushi decided.
Both pulled away to gasp for air.
Atsushi pressed his lips against his, making him hitch.
He actually wants this? Akutagawa asked himself.
He added tongue, making Akutagawa moan at the feeling. He wanted to keep going, though he knew he should pull back for he could only handle a bit of this and someone might catch them.
Atsushi pulled away again to catch his breath, surprised by the touch of lips against his forehead. His hands sat wrapped around Akutagawa’s waist and eyes fixated on his face before his head fell to rest on his shoulder.
Atsushi felt tired from all this.
“Take me home.” Atsushi muttered.
“Mhm.” Akutagawa hesitated.