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It's empty.
More specifically, Kiyora's repurposed jar of candy and assortment of snacks was completely drained of its sustenance, where you could see the leftover residue of the label where he had tried to peel off but stubbornly stayed behind.
Kay.
It's clearly a sign to go restock, as the empty jar has very graciously hinted at. Looks like binge watching Fight Club with crunchy grape candy and Red Bull will have to wait. Off to the convenience store he goes. Kiyora picks up the lid to close the jar, and afterwards makes his way to his room to grab his keys and wallet. It's a quick run, so he decided to forgo his jacket.
Making his way to the door, he quickly double checks his pockets and once he's sure that nothing’s left behind, he makes his way out of his apartment and into the streets. It's the middle of autumn, and the breeze blows, making stray leaves fly in the air. The wind blows a little harder, which makes Kiyora shiver a little. He speeds up, walking faster to the convenience store.
Stepping into the store, he pushes the glass door open, making a little jingle. He looks around at the array of goods, and picks a shopping basket near the entrance. With a basket in one hand, he makes his way through. He picks up some melon bread for breakfast tomorrow. He stocks up on more Red Bull. He grabs a pack of Chocorooms. Finally, he reaches the candy section. His eyes browse through the many colours of packaging before landing on the specific brand of crunchy grape he favors.
“Boo.”
Kiyora jumps, but he would rather die than admit that. Annoyed, he turns his head to the offending person who had the audacity to do that.
“Ya look mad, not happy ta’ see me?”
Of course, it's Karasu. His mouth upturns into a small smirk, lifting his hand to rub at Kiyora's hair, but he slaps his hand away. He glares at him, but to Karasu’s point of view, it looks like he's pouting. It's hard to take him that seriously when he looks like that. It's almost cute, until Karasu remembers that he holds a grudge like no other.
“Oh okay, ‘m sorry, didn't think you'd actually get scared from that.” Karasu holds his hands in mock surrender.
No response. Kiyora's face has yet to turn that frown. He won't buy that bullshit so easily.
Karasu does recall that Kiyora was eyeing that crunchy grape candy from earlier. He lowers his hand to reach behind him, and grab the candy.
“Here, I'll buy it fer you. As an apology, m’kay?” Karasu offers.
Thankfully, Kiyora's expression does lighten from that. He would be stupid to turn down free food. He lifts his hand, moving his fingers into a three.
“What? ya want me ta buy 3 packs?”
“It's cause you're an ass.” He folds his arms.
Karasu sighs, before reaching his hand to grab two more packs. He shows the three bags to Kiyora, to which he nods in approval.
The two boys walk up to the cashier, Kiyora placing his basket of stuff to ring up. Once he's done, Karasu places the candies on the counter, handing his cash. The cashier hands him his change, and so they both leave the store, the bell ringing as they exit.
They sit down at the store’s benches, and Karasu hands him his candy. Kiyora checks his bag of stuff, making sure he bought everything he wanted.
“Thanks.”
They both gaze at the nearby park, with Kiyora opening the grape candy. Silently, he hands Karasu one, looking the other way.
“Oh, fer me? How generous.”
Karasu accepts the candy, before tossing it in his mouth. The sound of crunching can be heard in the air. It's quite sweet, he notes. Kiyora rests his hands on the bench, back leaning back on the backrest. Suddenly, the wind blows towards them, making Kiyora shiver and sneeze from the chill.
Crap. Maybe I should have taken my jacket.
“Here.”
Kiyora turns back to Karasu, who had taken off his jacket, hand outstretched to offer it to him. Karasu's not looking at him, but Kiyora can see that his ears are slightly pink.
Oh he's shy. How cute.
Taking the jacket out of his hands, Kiyora puts the candy down on the bench, then wears the jacket over his head. It's big on him, obviously, considering that Karasu is eighteen centimeters taller than him. It's a bit frustrating that he's that tall, but ah whatever.
The sleeves nearly cover his hands. He turns back to Karasu, deciding to tease him a little. He lifts his arms, letting them hang.
“How do I look?”
Do I look cute? is subconsciously what he wants to say.
“Like yer flooding in my clothes.” Karasu retorts.
Ugh.
Kiyora retracts his arm and uses the jacket sleeve to lightly swat at Karasu's arms. His face sports a little scowl.
“Ah! Hey! What’d I do?”
Ah, nevermind. He thanks Karasu, waving back before making his way home, leaving him at the bench. Karasu stays, looking at Kiyora walking away until he's out of his sight. Finally, he leaves, making his way back to Otoya’s house.
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It smells like him. Now at the comfort of his home, Kiyora lifts the collar to smell it further. His face flushes at the realization of his actions. Thinking back to earlier, his face warms at the implications of it. Fuck. An ass but a gentleman at the same time. He can't stay mad at him for long.
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“Karasu? What happened to your jacket?”
“Yo man, did you get the batteries?”
Shit. He'd completely forgotten about that.