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In hindsight, there was nothing wrong.
Bachira had simply come back from going out with Chigiri and Reo. While he was gone, Isagi just spent his time cleaning the apartment. Emptying some of the leftover boxes left on the floor.
“Isagi! I’m home!!” Isagi heard the newly recognized jingle of Bachira's keys.
“Hi Meguru! I’m behind the couch—!” Isagi was putting some kind of figures at the bottom of a bookshelf, before he stood up to greet Bachira properly.
“What are you doing back there? Trying to hide from me?” Bachira teased as he leapt across the room and wrapped his hands around Isagi’s neck. “You can never run from me, Isagi! You're stuck with me now..”
“As if I could ever run, I barely knew what to do with myself while you were gone.” Isagi wrapped his hands around Bachira’s waist in order to keep him from collapsing. “Be careful— you could’ve fell from jumping on me..” Isagi looks away from Bachira, flustered by their position.
“Heh, I knew you would catch me with your strong muscles..” Bachira teased before laying down on the couch. Isagi was struck for a moment, when Bachira says things like that it's hard to understand what he’s really trying to say..
As he finally got a good look at Bachira, that's when he saw it.
“Where did you get those clips from?”
“What?”
“In your hair” Bachira had two hair clips, a clip with a daisy on it, and a white hair clip with a dotted pattern. Bachira sat up feeling them on his head.
“Oh these! Chigiri gave them to me because the wind blew my hair all over the place..”
Isagi sat down next to him. “They look nice in your hair” Isagi brought a hand up and brushed some of Bachira’s hair from his face. His hair was so soft, it was like running his hands over silk. He put the leftover strands behind his ear. Bachira stared at Isagi throughout the entire interaction, never breaking eye contact. Isagi would be a liar if he said he didn't feel butterflies in his stomach.
Bachira had glanced over his face before whispering, “..Do you think they look pretty?”
Isagi was at a loss for words. Isagi scanned Bachira’s entire face. The daisy matched Bachira’s face against his dark hair and his yellow undertones. With his hair out of the way, Isagi had a better view of his full face. His thin eyebrows, which were hidden under his bangs. His wide eyes, full of emotion, with many long lashes..And his lips. Bachira’s lips were the most gorgeous shade of pink Isagi had ever seen, they curved upwards, making it seem as if he was always smiling. Even now, when he's watching Isagi.
“Yeah…Really pretty”
Bachira grins, “I’ll wear them more often then!” Bachira then stood up, “I gotta go take a shower, cya later Isagi!”
After Bachira left the room Isagi had reflected on what just happened…what the hell just happened?
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