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happy holidays, @arrayoflightarchives !! i was your santa for the @ssmygiftexchange ( ◕▿◕ )

your prompts were:

Ending the Kagihira tension with a first kiss, possibly with jealous Hirano but not too fussed abt that just first kiss for them would be cute

Fake/pretend relationship that leads to either a sort of feelings realisation and/or a first kiss, would probably work for either ship so that's up to the author, but I think it could be nice to see the partner interact with he other person's family cause that was sweet in the show

writing this fic was rly fun!! i tried my best to combine the two prompts [writing jealous hirano was a challenge but i think i figured it out ...! ( ` ∇ ´) ] so i hope it worked out!! i also added a scene that u didn't explicitly ask for (ノ_<。) but i hope u enjoy it nontheless !!!

if u wanna read it on tumblr, i've pasted it below the cut ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ again, happy holidays and i hope u enjoy !!

Kagiura POV

Tonight is the night Kagiura would confess to Hirano. Everything is set up perfectly. Nothing is going to go wrong.

It’s a frosty November evening, and Kagiura stands at the entrance of the student dormitories and rocks back and forth on his heels, running the plan through his head. He and Niibashi had spent all of last night (against Niibashi’s will) planning for Kagirua’s confession. Neither of them really had much experience in romance, so they mainly pulled from what Kagiura remembered his parents saying their confession was like–a private, intimate exchange just between the two of them.

Combining that with ideas he and Niibashi compiled, it was decided that Kagiura would first bring Hirano to the evergreen tree near the dorms. Then, when only the stars were watching them, Kagiura would confess his feelings to Hirano.

Everything was going great. Everything was going to be great.

. . .

“I can’t return your feelings.” Hirano’s eyes shakily remain on Kagiura’s face, and he awkwardly stuffs his hands deeper into the pockets of his black puffer jacket. “I’m, uh… I’m sorry.”

At first, Kagiura is dumbfounded. Mouth agape, eyes wide in shock, his mind struggles to comprehend Hirano’s sudden, negative response. Then, Kagirua stops. His mouth tightens into a line and his eyes narrow, mirroring Hirano’s by looking to the side. There’s no way. This can’t be it.

After Hirano had exited the dorm, Kagiura had quickly pulled him to the tree in the courtyard where they two currently stood. Kagiura had wasted no time in confessing, his heart already bounding around in his chest. He was expecting surprise, shock even, but this…?

“Are you sure?” Kagiura’s question seems to startle Hirano as his eyes widen suddenly then narrow even faster.

“Hah? What do you mean ‘are you sure?’ Of course I’m sure!” Hirano stalks toward Kagiura, making the younger boy back up a bit in alarm. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I mean, people fall in love without realizing it all the time! You just might not have realized it yet.” Kagiura puts his hands up as if trying to pacify an angry beast (which would be an accurate description of a ticked off Hirano).

“Hell, are you- what are you talking about right now?!”

“Well, have you ever even considered that you might like me like that?” To Kagiura’s surprise, his question stops Hirano right in his tracks.

“Uh… I mean, no, I haven’t-” Without warning, Kagiura yanks Hirano’s hands out of his pockets, clasping them tight.

“That’s because we’ve never tried, so let’s at least try. Let’s go on dates, hold hands, be romantic. Please, Hirano-san, go out with me and then you’ll see!”

"You can't see us as something more because we've never tried it. Let's go out on a date, hold hands, you know, be romantic. Please, Hirano-san, go out with me, then you'll see."

“...What?” Hirano’s confusion is evident on his face and, despite the circumstances, Kagiura can’t help but find it extremely cute.

Panicking, Kagiura quickly backpedals, laughing nervously. “I mean, not as actual boyfriends.” Though it pains Kagiura to say that. “But, like, pretend lovers! We can do all a bunch of couple-y stuff to see if we like it. This type of stuff happens all the time. So, Hirano-san, please…?”

Hirano’s face seems to flip through emotions faster than the second hand of a clock, but as he looks into Kagiura’s desperate eyes, he finally lands on defeat. “Ugh, alright. I’ll think about it. But if I agree, we’re gonna have to lay down some rules. First, let go of my hands.” Kagiura complies, and both boys shove their hands into their pockets to protect them from the chill. “Now, let’s go back inside! It’s cold as hell out here. I can barely think!” Laughing, the two boys hurry back into the student dorms.

That wasn’t so bad, Kagiura muses as he steps back inside, the warm air rushing to meet him. Could have gone much better, of course, but I’m glad it didn’t get any worse. I’m sure everything will turn out okay!

"Kagi-kun, wake up!" Kagiura stirs and blinks open his eyes only to have his view completely obstructed by a piece of paper. He gives a sleepy groan of surprise and gets a light laugh from Hirano in return.

If only I could hear that laugh forever… Kagiura half-consciously muses to himself before attempting to focus on the over-enthusiastic Hirano in front of him.

“I made a list of rules for our…" Hirano’s face reddens and he momentarily breaks eye contact. "Uh, arrangement."

"Hirano-san..." Kagiura shifts into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes. "You were serious about the rules thing…?

“Of course I was!”

“I mean, I don't think normal couples do all this."

"Well, yeah, but we're not really a normal couple, are we?" Hirano paused. "I mean, we're not even a couple at all. And besides, I want to make sure what you want to happen happens, but also make sure there’s nothing weird going on." Kagiura’s sleep-addled brain decides to only focus on certain parts of Hirano’s statement (specifically, the parts where he kind of implied that they were a couple and also pretty much said that he wanted to treat Kagiura right) and the boy buries his face in his hands.

"Hirano-san... it's a bit early to be saying stuff like that..."

"Hey, it was you who said you wanted to start waking up earlier! That’s not on me." Kagiura peeks at Hirano through his hands in exasperation. He really doesn’t get what I mean, huh, Kagiura thinks to himself. But before he could clarify, Hirano shakes the paper he’s been holding in front of Kagiura. Kagi, a little apprehensively, takes the paper and looks at the list of rules he’ll have to follow. It reads:

NO TOUCHING AT ALL. [Upon reading this line, Kagiura’s face forms into a slight pout. ]

You (Kagiura) have to keep your grades up. Don’t let this relationship distract you. [Kagiura’s face shifts from one of disappointment to light panic.]

Relationship ends on the first day of the new year.

“Wait, New Years?!” Kagiura’s wide eyes flash towards Hirano, who sits across from him on the bed with his arms crossed.

“Yeah, New Years. What about it?”

“But that’s-that’s so soon!” Kagiura leans toward Hirano, who simply gazes back at him, unimpressed. “That’s only, like, a little over a month!”

“I think that’s plenty of time. And besides, there’s a whole break from school during that time. We’ll be able to do a lot of thinking then.”

“I guess so, but still…” Kagiura pouts again, flipping the sheet back and forth in his hands. “What’s gonna happen after time is up?”

“Stop ‘dating’, probably.” Hirano’s bluntness, paired with the prospect of ending their (fake) relationship, shocks Kagiura.

“What?! Just like that?! You’ve gotta think about these kinds of things more, Hirano-san!”

“Well, what do you suggest then, huh?!”

Kagiura pauses and considers his options for a split second before replying. “We don’t need to break up right at that moment. We could just re-evaluate. See if we want to continue the ‘fake’ relationship, or…” He trails off, and while he doesn’t finish his sentence, both boys know how it would have ended.

Or start a real one.

After another beat of silence, Kagiura speaks up again. “I do have something else I want to say, though.”

“What’s up?” Hirano shifts closer to Kagiura to see the paper, but there is no need; Kagiura shoves the paper in Hirano’s face anyway.

“No touching? At all?! But that’s the whole point of couples and us dating! We need to be able to touch each other!” Kagiura’s shiny eyes bore into Hirano’s, and Hirano feels his face flushing slightly as he leans away from Kagiura’s hand.

“What- I- okay, okay! Hang on!” Hirano sighs and reaches his hand out for Kagiura to place the rules list in. After receiving the paper, he glances at the rules he set again.

I thought it was pretty reasonable, but it seems like Kagi-kun had other plans, Hirano hypothesizes, taking a glance at Kagiura.

“Are you sure we can’t touch? At all? Like, at ALL?” Kagiura insistently questions Hirano. “I mean, we already touched a lot even before we started dating!”

“Okay, first off, we’re NOT dating.”

“Yet.”

“Wh- I mean- yeah, I guess so. But anyway,” Hirano’s face grows redder every second. “You know what I meant! I meant touching romantically. Like hand holding, hugging, that kind of thing. And why would we need to do all of that anyway, since we’re not a real couple?”

“But I want us to be as close as real couples are. Like my parents.” Kagiura shifts closer to Hirano and Hirano can’t find it in himself to scoot away. “Even if we’re in public or in our dorm, I always want to be as close to you as I can. It’s because I lo-” Hirano cuts Kagiura off by snatching up a pillow and smashing it in Kagiura’s face.

“I get it! Good grief. You don’t have to remind me.” Hirano could’ve sworn he felt Kagiura smile through the plush of the semi-thick pillow. “Alright, fine. If this means this much to you, then…I guess it’s okay.” Kagiura lights back up again, and Hirano lets the younger boy bask in that happiness for a little bit longer until he makes his next remark. “But, we’ll still need to set some ground rules. First off, it can only be for ten seconds a day.”

“ONLY ten?!” Kagiura’s shock surprises Hirano who honestly thought that that was a good suggestion. “That’s way too short! A minute is much better!”

“A minute?! No way! fifteen seconds.”

“forty-five seconds!”

“twenty seconds!”

“Fine, thirty seconds. Deal?” Hirano raises an eyebrow at a pondering Kagiura.

“Hmm…deal!” Kagiura grabs Hirano’s hands and shakes them in a messy handshake. “Thank you, Hirano-san!”

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. Hirano muses while looking at Kagiura’s smiling face. It’s only a month. It’ll be okay.

Everything will be okay.

HIrano POV

Hirano sits at his desk, twiddling his pen in his fingers. He stares down at his glaringly empty practice test and frowns.

It’s been a few weeks since he and Kagi began ‘dating’ and, surprisingly, nothing had really changed. They still study together in their room (and Hirano did extend the time of their study sessions. Kagi’s grades really needed it), they still eat most meals together, and they still chat and laugh as if nothing had changed. The only indication of any kind of ‘romance’ happening would be the 30 seconds of touching they do every day.

Hirano huffs just thinking about it. While he can’t exactly say he looks forward to the daily touches, he doesn’t hate them either. He just feels…nothing. The same couldn’t be said about Kagiura, however, and Hirano can’t help but smile when imagining about Kagi’s happy grin every time they hold each other (but winces when remembering Kagi’s disappointment every time they part). Maybe if I had actually let him touch me for a minute, he’d be a little happier. But would even that help? Is there something else he wants? Hirano’s brain becomes a whirlwind of questions and he leans back in his desk chair, his arm resting on his forehead. He looks up at the ceiling of his and Kagi’s dorm room and grumbles to himself. “What does that guy want? Ugh, I can’t focus.” Slamming his pen onto his desk, Hirano stands up and runs a hand through his hair.

I should find Kagi. He doesn’t dwell on exactly why he wants to do that (it’s just because Kagi fires him up to study. That’s all), quickly slipping his phone into his hand and opening the messaging app.

Kagi-kun

11:30 AM

Kagi-kun: Ahhh i’m just too nervous… what if i fail this test?! 😰

Kagi-kun: Again?!?!?! 😰😰😰

Me: You’ll be okay. Just make sure you remember what we went over last night.

Kagi-kun: Okay, thank you hirano-san 🥹

Kagi-kun: I’ll see you after school!!! 👋😁

Me: See you. 👋

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6:03 PM

Me: Hey, where are you right now?

Hirano shoots Kagi a text and waits. After a while, he checks his phone again. Nothing. He sends another.

Me: Hello? Kagi-kun?

Short and to the point. Should be easy for Kagiura to see and reply to.

I should at least try to start this practice test while I wait, Hirano thinks and so he does. He sets his phone down and tries his best to focus on the paper in front of him. Although his eyes read the instructions, his mind can’t seem to focus on those words, instead choosing to wander off to wherever Kagiura could be. Every few seconds, Hirano finds his gaze flicking to his phone and he tries to force himself to refocus to no avail. “Agh, screw it!” Hirano pushes away from his essentially untouched study materials, then grabs his phone and a jacket, rushing out of his dorm.

Stepping into the common area, he walks around, asking everybody in sight if they’d seen Kagiura. None of them give him an answer and some even laugh, saying he’s ‘addicted’ to Kagiura. Hirano just scoffs, turning away and checking his phone once more.

Still nothing. Hirano sighs in defeat, then finds a sofa and sinks into it. His eyebrows furrow and he stares at his phone as if it was deeply offending him.

Is he avoiding me on purpose? Hirano silently questions himself, pulling apart and examining all of his memories of the past week or so. I’ve let him touch me everyday, I’ve been helping him get up in the mornings and study in the evenings like usual, and I even went to watch one of his practices when he asked me to. Is there something that I did wrong? Damn, this whole “fake dating” thing is way too complicated. Hirano stews for a bit longer, repeating everything he’d done for Kagi in his head over and over again. He really had just been trying to help Kagiura out, and spoil him just a little, but maybe he’d overstepped somewhere? Hirano could feel a headache coming on. He hops off the sofa and makes his way to the dorm exit. Maybe if I look around some more, I can find him and get an explanation. Hopefully.

…

Hirano eventually finds himself outside of the gym. He honestly wasn’t sure why it took him so long to take his search there; this was Kagiura, number one basketball fan, we were talking about here. He peeks through the window and, sure enough, Kagiura races past, dribbling a basketball in his right hand. Hirano’s relaxed expression quickly turns to one of confusion. Because sprinting right on Kagi’s trail is someone Hirano has never seen before.

Well, that’s normal. Hirano muses, leaving his spot at the window and moving toward the gym door. Basketball is a team sport, so it’ll be good for him to practice with someone else.

Entering the complex, Hirano leans on the wall and slips his hands in his pockets. He watches Kagiura and the other guy run circles around each other. Sometimes Kagiura scores, sometimes the other student scores, and sometimes neither of them score and they’re stuck in a perpetual loop of running around. How they haven’t dropped dead from exhaustion yet, Hirano doesn’t know. What Hirano does know is just how passionate Kagiura is about basketball.

He’d already seen Kagi’s love for the sport in action already, but seeing him now only solidified that idea in Hirano’s mind. Kagiura’s laughter bounces off the gym walls as he lands another shot–all bucket, no net. Hirano watches Kagiura’s expression as he plays. The boy’s eyes flick around like stars dancing in the sky, and his smile seems to be a mile long. Hirano can’t help but find himself smiling along with his kouhai.

That expression seems familiar. Hirano thinks back to all of the times he’d seen Kagiura wear a similar passionate face. There were the times when Kagi was practicing basketball or playing in a game, and even that one time Hirano played with him.

And it was there every time that Kagiura expressed his feelings for Hirano. Every time they touched. Every time Kagiura told Hirano he loved him. That was when Kagiura looked at Hirano with those damn passionate eyes like Hirano was the most important person in the world.

That same expression, Hirano grits his teeth silently. is what’s currently trained on that random guy running around with him. Hirano doesn’t recognize him, nor does he really care to try. All he knows is that Kagiura’s looking a little too happy to be around that random guy, and Hirano doesn’t know how much more of this he can take. He walks carefully up to the two players as they stand still to take a break and firmly places his hand on Kagi’s shoulder.

…

Kagiura POV

Kagiura almost jumps out of his skin as Hirano’s hand lands on his shoulder. “Hirano-san!” He yelps in shock, turning around to face the older boy.

Then his face falls slack and he blinks in surprise, not at his senior’s sudden appearance, but at the expression on his face. Hirano is known to be harsh or severe at times, but Kagiura has never seen this amount of pure anger on Hirano’s face before. His eyes are dark, and his lips are set in a hard frown. Kagiura hesitates before calling out again. “Hirano-san?”

“I was looking for you.” Hirano speaks to Kagiura but doesn’t look at him. Instead, his gaze is trained on the poor kid in front of him, still holding the basketball in a trembling grip. “Go.” The other student all but runs away, grabshis jacket and water bottle, and drops the basketball at the door as he slams it shut behind him. The sound of the ball thumping against the floor echo around the gymnasium. Kagiura stands unmoving, staring at the exit door until he feels a hand grab his wrist.

“Ah, Hirano-san, wait! I need to get my stuff!” Hirano pauses. Then, without a sound, lessens his grip on Kagiura’s wrist. Kagiura hesitates for a second, watching Hirano’s face. He then turns away from Hirano and toward his backpack and jacket that he had left on the ground. As he goes to pick up his items, he takes a moment to process what had just happened. What’s going on with Hirano-san? Why did he react like that? As he adjusts the straps of his backpack, he thinks a little deeper. The way he snapped at that guy, it seemed like… As a realization hits him, Kagiura’s head snaps towards an outwardly nonchalant Hirano who simply looks back at him. Like he was jealous. Kagiura bounds over to Hirano, but before he can ask anything, Hirano grabs him by the hand and resumes attempting to him home.

“Wait, Hirano-” Kagiura tries to reason with the shorter boy but he gets nothing in response. It isn’t until the pair arrives at the evergreen tree outside of the dormitories that Hirano finally comes to a stop and Kagiura leaps at the opportunity to question him.

“Hirano-san, I have to ask…” Kagiura begins, and Hirano turns so he’s looking the taller boy in the eyes. “What was up with your reaction earlier? I mean, it's not like it's the first time you've seen me train with another guy before.”

“Yeah, I have, but we’re dating now so it's diff-” Hirano cuts himself off, and blinks in stunned silence at his own response. He quickly tries to take it back, trying and failing to rephrase what he’d just said, but in Kagiura’s eyes the damage was already done. Kagi’s eyes feel like they’re blowing out of his skull and a grin spreads across his face.

“Yes! We are!” He says it like it’s a marvelous revelation. “We are dating!” Hearing Hirano acknowledge their situation so casually makes Kagiura feel like he’s living the best kind of dream. Despite the frigid December air soaking into his bones and freezing them as well as the darkness of night obscuring all light, Kagiura could’ve sworn he was sitting by a campfire by how warm he felt. He squeezes Hirano’s hand and feels his heart jump a trampoline in his chest when he feels Hirano squeeze back. The two stand like that for a while, Hirano seemingly lost in thought and Kagiura happily watching Hirano’s face. Neither of them were counting the seconds that passed.

“Oh! I just remembered…” Kagiura uses his free hand (as, he notes with immeasurable pleasure, his other hand is still in Hirano’s unyielding grasp) to pull out his phone from his jacket pocket. He opens his messaging app, then shows Hirano a few messages. “My family wants to meet you! So, I was wondering if you would be up to visit them during Christmas?”

Hirano skims over the energetic texts between Kagiura and his parents. “Christmas, huh? That’s just in a few days. Damn, time flies fast.” He looks back at Kagi. “Y’know what? Sure. I’d like to meet them too.” If Kagiura’s past smiles were bright, then the one he gives Hirano now makes Hirano feel like he’d stepped into the sun.

“Great! It’s a date!”

“Yeah, it’s- wait a damn minute. This isn’t a date!” Hirano lightly shoves Kagiura in the shoulder, eliciting a small laugh from him. Kagiura looks down at Hirano, still smiling wider than he thinks he’s ever smiled. “Ugh, whatever. It’s too cold for this!” The pair continue on their journey back to the dormitories, hand in frozen hand. It’s only until much later that Kagiura realizes how long they had been touching (much, MUCH longer than 30 seconds), and makes a silent vow to Hirano that he won’t cheat the system like that again.

…

Hanzawa, watching Hirano and Kagiura from a distance, turns away from the window as the pair begin to approach the dorm. He swiftly makes his way to his room, mentally thanking his dormmate for not being there at the moment. He was going to need that privacy. Sinking into his bed, Hanzawa puts his head in his hands. He had a lot to think about that night, and wasn’t even sure where to begin.

A few days later…

Hirano POV

“Hirano-san!” Hirano could feel Kagiura’s infectious energy from down the hall. Laughing slightly, he abandons his spot by Sasaki’s side in favor of lightly jogging over to his kouhai. The two begin to walk in tandem towards the school’s exit.

“What’s up, man? How was class?” Hirano didn’t fail to notice Kagiura’s hand instinctively reach toward Hirano’s arm, but just as quickly fall back to the younger boy’s side.

“It was great! We just got our tests back. The one I crammed for a while ago, remember?”

“You cram for a lot of exams. Pretty much all of them, actually.”

“Okay, but this one was different! It was so much harder than all the others. But I still did really well!” Kagiura rustles a stapled stack of paper towards Hirano and he takes it, glancing at the grade marked in red at the top. “See?”

Hirano whistles. “95 percent, huh. Nice job, Kagi-kun!” Hirano feels pride swell in his heart at seeing the high marks on Kagi’s test. He’d been struggling really badly in that class so far, but after Hirano cracked down on their studying (or more specifically, when they had started ‘dating’), the two of them were able to slowly but surely build up Kagiura’s proficiency.

I’m glad I could help him, Hirano muses as he hands back Kagiura’s test, a big grin on his face. “That means we get to fully relax tonight, huh?”

“Yeah, you’re right!” Kagiura folds up the test and slips it in his pocket. “I’m really happy you’re gonna come with me to visit my parents today. They’ve really wanted to meet you.” Kagi pauses. “I’ve really wanted you to meet them.” The distinction leaves Hirano a little confused, but he smiles anyway.

“I’m excited too.” The boys keep walking down the hall. “We’re pretty much going over there right now, right? Although I guess we should drop our stuff off at the dorm, first.”

“That’s a good idea,” Kagiura’s face lights up. “Oh, if we do, then I can buy my siblings some snacks from the vending machine! What do you think they’d like?”

“How am I supposed to know?! They’re your siblings, not mine.” As he laughs, Hirano feels his phone buzz and he takes it out of his pocket, glancing at the notification. “Oh, it’s Hanzawa. Gimme a minute, Kagi-kun.” Kagiura stands at attention as Hirano taps on the pop-up on his homescreen, opening his messaging app.

Hanzawa Masato (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

3:32 PM

Hanzawa Masato (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: hirano, i need to speak to you in the committee room rn

Me: Ah, okay, sure. Just give me a minute.

Hanzawa Masato (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: see you soon~ (*・ω・)

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Hirano, puzzled, turns to Kagi by his side. "Sorry, I have to go. Hanzawa wants to see me. Go on ahead, alright?"

Kagiura nods. "Sure! Want me to grab a snack for you too?"

"No, it's okay. Just get some for your siblings. See you soon."

"Bye! I’ll wait for you to get back!" Kagiura starts to walk away then doubles back, giving Hirano's hand a light squeeze “Because we won’t be able to touch while we’re at my family’s place.” Kagiura whispers to Hirano, a not-so apologetic smile on his face) before speeding off. Hirano cradles the hand Kagiura had been holding just a moment ago, then strolls to the committee room.

Entering the classroom, Hirano looks around for the committee vice president. "Hey, you needed me?" Hanzawa sits by the desks, carefully sorting through a pile of contraband and turns to look at Hirano when he enters.

"Oh, there you are! Come, come, sit down." Hirano, warily, takes a seat across from Hanzawa. The two sit in silence for a while and Hirano's nerves rapidly begin to thin. Finally, Hanzawa speaks.

"I saw you and Kagiura the other night. Out near the tree." Hirano all but bolts out of his chair, his hands slamming the table.

"Listen, I-" Hirano's protests are quickly cut off by Hanzawa.

"Are you happy?"

Hirano, in befuddlement, has to take a moment before responding. "What?"

"I should rephrase. Does Kagiura make you happy?" Hanzawa's question catches Hirano completely off guard. And yet, he finds himself able to answer right away.

"Yeah. He does."

"Do you make him happy?"

"Of course!" Hirano replies indignantly then catches himself. "Or, uh, I try to."

"Then that's all there is to it!" Hanzawa gives Hirano his classic sly-fox grin. "Honestly, I really am glad to hear that."

"Really? But what about us breaking the rules? I feel like you should be worried about that." More than you are right now, at least. Hirano silently adds.

"Well, I am talking to Mr. Dyed Blonde Hair, so it’s not like this is your first time." Hanzawa chuckles while Hirano blushes lightly in embarrassment. "On the other hand, for Kagiura, this was a little out of character. Either way, I can't say that I want to stop you, even if that means bending the rules a little bit. Just," His voice trails off and his worried eyes open slightly, softly landing on Hirano. "Be careful, alright? Don't be so casual about things like this, especially outdoors."

"Okay. Thank you, Hanzawa."

"Noooo problem!" The normal Hanzawa comes back out and he gives Hirano a cheerful thumbs up. "I'll leave you to it, then! Have fun out there~"

"What- wait, what do you mean ‘have fun’?!” Hirano sputters as Hanzawa begins pushing him out of the room.

"Don't you worry. Goodbye now!" Hanzawa all but shoves Hirano back into the hallway and slams the door shut. Still slightly in shock, Hirano stumbles away, off to catch up to Kagiura.

…

As the door swings shut, Hanzawa smiles softly to himself. He cheerily returns to his pile of confiscated goods. I wish you both well, he mentally tells Hirano and Kagiura. And good luck out there.

“Merry Christmas!” A chorus of cheerful voices greet Hirano and Kagiura at the entrance to Kagi’s family home. Hirano finds himself a little bit overwhelmed, and glances with wide eyes at Kagiura, who gives him a warm look back. Carefully, the two boys step into the house and look around.

Almost everywhere Hirano looks, someone or something is there. Whether it’s a giant vase holding a flourishing plant, or a painting obviously done by a child, or a sofa covered in jackets and sweatshirts, everything in the house holds an indication of the lively, warm family that lives in there. Not only that, but the people surrounding Hirano themselves were the brightest features of them all: a kind handshake here, a pat on the head there, a cheerful greeting from a little kid there, and Hirano felt himself almost instantaneously be absorbed into the embrace of the Kagiura family.

They really aren’t that much different from him, Hirano thinks while taking his seat at the dinner table next to Kagi. All of them are just so…bright. Hirano feels his lips curl into a slight smile. Especially them.

Hirano observes Kagiura’s parents as they jostle and joke with each other. Kagiura’s mother pinches her husband’s cheek after he makes a particularly painful pun. The two of them giggle with each other like they’re highschoolers on their first date. Is this what Kagi-kun wants us to be? Hirano muses, thinking back to the times Kagiura had used his parents’s relationship as the pinnacle of how all romance should be (and there were a LOT of times). Speaking of the younger boy, Hirano sends a knowing look over to Kagiura then halts when he sees the other boy’s face. A wide grin, similar to the one on his parents' faces, alights the boy’s features and a sunny laugh bursts out of him at his parents’ antics. Hirano can do nothing but stare at the glow of the boy next to him for a few moments (although to Hirano it feels like hours) before turning back to looking at the adults at the table.

Is that what Kagi-kun wants us to be? Hirano resumes eating. I think I’d be okay with that, especially if it means seeing him smile like that again– wait. WHAT?! Hirano pauses mid bite, his face rapidly flushing. Kagiura, his cheeks full of food, glances at him in worry. Wait, did I just- no way. Hirano carefully sets down his chopsticks and uses his napkin to ‘dab at his mouth’ AKA hide his blush. Ugh, Kagi-kun really has been rubbing off on me too much. He puts his napkin down and tries to resume eating again, but is quickly stopped by another distractor. This time, it’s Kagiura’s mom, leaning across the table to speak with him over the loud din of other conversations happening.

“So, Hirano-kun, how’s life with our Kagi-kun in the dorms? Hope he’s not giving you too much trouble.” She leans even further to pinch her son on the cheek and he bats away her hand.

“He hasn’t at all, miss. He’s been really diligent in his studies and basketball practices. I’m proud of him.” Hirano’s heartfelt and gentle-mannered response almost makes Kagiura drop the rice he was about to shovel into his mouth, but it delights Kagiura’s mom.

“Oh, that is so good to hear!” She puts her hands together, leaning them to the side. “We were worried about letting him stay in the dorms, you know. But it’s good that he has such a great senpai there to help him!”

“Yes, we really have a lot to thank you for.” Kagiura’s father chimes in. “Kagi-kun’s been telling us about how much you’ve been helping him. Waking him up, helping him study….ah, what else was there?” He turns with a lost look to his wife, who readily finishes his sentence.

“Eating peppers for him and motivating him to get good grades!” Hirano, for what feels like the thousandth time that night, feels his face grow hot. He looks over to Kagiura and feels a little bit relieved that he’s not the only one. Kagiura’s mom laughs. “Oh, look at you two boys. There’s no need to be embarrassed about a good friendship! C’mere!” She pats both of them on the cheek, Hirano giving her a polite, but embarrassed, smile and Kagiura trying to swat her hand away again.

“There’s no need to thank me, really.” Hirano becomes serious, his tone shifting to one of determination. “As his senpai, my goal is to help Kagi-kun in any way that I can. So, all of these things don’t burden me at all, especially if it means I can push him closer to his own goals.” Hirano’s monologue stuns the other members at the table into silence. Everyone stares at him for a second (Did I say something wrong? Hirano internally panics), before the atmosphere is broken by a cry from one of Kagiura’s younger sisters.

“SO COOL!” Everyone bursts into laughter, then resumes eating. Kagiura’s parents still shoot Hirano grateful looks and he returns them with a smile and a wave of ‘no need’.

After finishing dinner and unwrapping presents (Kagiura got a pack of sweatbands and Hirano got some fancy stationery), the pair of boys start getting ready to leave. Standing at the foyer, Kagiura’s parents watch them while they put their coats back on.

“You can just stay the night, you know!” Kagiura’s mom calls out to them, her eyebrows furrowed. “It’s already pretty dark out– it might be hard to see on your way back.”

“No, it’s okay, tha-” Hirano begins, but is swiftly cut off.

“YOU CAN STAY FOREVER!” Hirano and Kagiura jump at Kagiura’s little sister’s interjection. Kagiura’s face completely flushes and Hirano sputters while everyone around them roars with laughter.

Kagiura’s mom doubles over, trying to catch her breath. “Haha! Sorry about that one, dears. She always gets excited about things like this.” Not clarifying what ‘this’ is, she plows on, wiping her eyes from her tears of laughter. “But are you two really sure you want to leave now?”

Kagiura, still flush-faced, nods quickly. “Yeah! We’ll be okay, promise!”

“Alright, kiddo. Just let us know if you need anything, okay? We’re always a text away.” Kagiura’s mom turns to Hirano. “That goes to you too, you know. We’ll be there for you, both of you, if you need us.”

“Thank you very much,” The teens respond in unison. After fitting on their shoes and saying their last goodbyes, the pair slip out of the Kagiura’s home and into the dark of the December night.

As they walk side by side, the two boys fall into silence. While Kagiura leisurely strolls down the sidewalk, Hirano doesn’t think he could feel any more stressed than he does right now. Staring directly down at the ground, Hirano stews, stuck in his own head. What the hell was I thinking back there? Hirano reflects on his thoughts during the dinner, growing increasingly confused. Why was I even thinking stuff like that? Is it really just because I’ve been getting closer to Kagi because of our dating thing? Or is it- His train of thought is interrupted as he bumps head first into a wall of solid muscle and stumbles backwards. “Agh! What the hell?” Looking up from the ground, he gets an eyeful of Kagiura’s shirt. His embarrassed gaze travels further upwards, meeting Kagiura’s worried face.

“Sorry, Hirano-san!” Kagiura reaches out to try to stabilize Hirano. “We just got to the train station. Are you-”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go.” Hirano, hiding his face, gently pushes Kagiura’s hands away and continues towards the stop. Kagiura follows him happily, albeit a little confused, and the pair sit on the station’s bench to wait for the train.

…

Hirano and Kagiura sit shoulder to shoulder on the train. The seat cushion feels firm and plastic-y, and each time either boy shifts a muscle a creaking sound is heard.

Not really the best place to take a nap, Hirano thinks, then looks to his side with an affectionate smile. And yet here he is.

Kagiura is completely fast asleep, his eyes shut and his head bobbing up and down with the movement of the train. He sways a little, about to fall away from Hirano.

“Careful.” Hirano’s warning falls on unconscious ears as he grabs the younger boy’s arm, pulling him back toward Hirano. Kagiura’s head tilts again, this time landing on Hirano’s shoulder. The older boy stills for a moment then relaxes, and he gives a small exasperated, but affectionate, sigh. “Jeez, what’re you thinking, sleeping in a place like this?” He playfully questions a completely passed-out Kagiura, then turns his gaze to the window across from them.

Watching the scenery pass by, Hirano finds himself alone with his thoughts. Should I be counting to thirty seconds? Hirano considers the option for a moment before making his decision. Nah. It’s fine.

As he sits with Kagiura’s head on his shoulder, Hirano opens up his phone, glancing at the date and time. There’s less than a week until the new year. We’ve only got so much more time left until we have to ‘re-evaluate’. If it ends up being that we aren’t working out, then that could mean the end of moments like this. Hirano feels his heart grow cold. For some weird reason, Hirano broods, grimacing. I really, really don’t want this to end.

Slowly, sleep spreads over Hirano as if he’d caught it from Kagiura. Just a quick rest couldn’t hurt, I guess. Hirano gets comfortable, shifting a little in his seat and making it squeak. He winces at the sound and glances at Kagiura, making sure he hadn’t accidentally woken him upFinding the younger boy to still be dead to the world, Hirano lets out a soft sigh of relief. He carefully leans his own head against Kagiura’s and lets sleep gently take him away.

And if Hirano, right before he closes his eyes, finds Kagiura’s hand and squeezes it just to see Kagiura smile gently in his sleep, then that’s between Hirano and the cold air of the empty train.

Italicized text is Kagiura’s POV. Internal thoughts will be written with apostrophes.

Bold text is Hirano’s POV

The first day of the new year arrives faster than either boy wanted it to. Every student buzzes about, making plans for hatsumode. Kagiura and Hirano are no exception.

The plan is simple: Hirano is to meet Kagiura and Niibashi (Kagiura wanted Niibashi to be there with him as moral support and tried everything he could to convince the shorter boy to come with. Despite Niibashi’s initial hesitation, he eventually gave in) at the school entrance, then take the train together to the temple. There, they’ll meet up with Hirano’s friends and some other students in Kagiura’s grade (according to Hirano, their names are Miyano, Kuresawa, and Tashiro. He doesn’t really know any of them that well, but a friend of Hirano-san’s is a friend of Kagiura’s). As a group, they’ll pray at the shrine, then buy their omikuji.

On the train ride to the temple, Kagiura can’t help but hope for a lucky fortune. Seeing as his omikuji from last year was not that great, especially about romance, Kagiura prays he sees something a little more optimistic this year.

On the train ride to the temple, Hirano’s head is swarming with thoughts. Today is the last day of his deal with Kagiura. What should he say? When should he say it?

How the hell is he supposed to tell Kagiura all the things he’s made Hirano think and feel these past few weeks?

Niibashi, sitting across from the other boys, sighs deeply and clutches his bag closer to his chest. He watches them sitting next to each other, both lost in their own thoughts. This is going to be a tough journey to the temple. He thinks, berating himself just a little bit for agreeing to go with Kagiura. I guess I got what I agreed to.

…

Arriving at the temple, all three boys shiver as they are hit with the sharp, January air.

Kagiura instinctively takes a step towards Hirano. “It’s way too cold!” He wails, shoving his hands impossibly deeper into his pockets. Hirano laughs, his breath making clouds in the air.

“Told ya so! You should’ve worn more layers like I told you to.” Hirano jokingly scolds Kagiura, making the younger boy pout. Kagiura moves even closer to Hirano then speaks quietly to him, and only him.

“Maybe if you held me, I would be a lot warmer.” Kagiura moves away from Hirano and lightly jogs to catch up with Niibashi.

Kagiura’s voice is low and soft, and Hirano flushes from what he tells himself is shock. “You little-” He grabs the hood of Kagiura’s jacket and yanks him backwards, eliciting a yelp from the younger boy. “Get back here!” Kagiura stumbles over to Hirano, and the older boy forcibly links their arms together. “There. That better?” Kagiura’s mouth opens and closes like he’s a fish out of water before nodding swiftly, cheerily beaming at Hirano. Ah. There it is. Hirano silently takes note of the shining scene before him as the pair walk to their friends. That’s the face I’ve always wanted to see.

…

Kagiura stands at the shrine, his hands pressed together. Taking a deep breath, he considers what he wants to wish for. ‘Maybe I really should pray for good luck. Hirano-san and I are going to be talking things out today, after all.’

Hirano stands next to Kagiura, thinking back on the past few weeks. We’ve really been acting like a couple lately, huh, Hirano wonders. Honestly, I can’t say I didn’t like it, though.

Kagiura slowly draws his eyes closed. ‘This is the day that everything changes, isn’t it?’

Hirano raises his hands in prayer. I think I know what I want now.

‘I really hope that this time…’

I hope, even after all this time, that...

‘He returns’ my feelings.

…

Once everyone has finished with their omikuji, the whole group begins walking towards the snack stalls.

Kagiura clutches his omikuji in his fist, his heart pounding in his ears. ‘I don’t think I’ve even felt this panicked over a game!’ Kagiura internally stresses out, glancing around at his surroundings. ‘Okay, I’ve just gotta find Hirano-san and then we can set this all straight.’ He stops in his tracks, taking a big gulp of crisp, winter air to steel his nerves. ‘Alright, I got this!’

Hirano walks at the back of the group, his omikuji slipped into his pants pocket. There’s really one thing left to do, now. He peeks around people’s shoulders in search of a certain kouhai of his. I’ve just gotta rip the bandaid off, at this point. Pushing through the crowd, he’s eventually able to reach out and tap Kagiura on the shoulder. “Hey, Kagi-kun! Over here!”

Kagiura whirls around to see a pink-faced Hirano behind him. He immediately halts his movement, causing a few people to bump shoulders with him in the process. “Hirano-san! I was looking for you. Should we…?” He trails off, gesturing around the two of them vaguely.

Hirano, despite Kagiura’s unclear question, understands him perfectly. “Yeah. Come with me.” He waves for the younger boy to follow him, and the pair begin pushing through the crowd. As they shove their way toward their destination, Hirano mentally runs through how he’ll open the conversation. Nothing too dramatic, he reminds himself. Just tell him that we need to talk about our relationship and go from there. Tell him how you feel…or something. Hirano frowns deeply as the pair reaches the place he had led them both to— underneath the shade of an evergreen tree. Damnit, this is gonna be harder than I thought. Shit, we’re already here? That wasn’t enough time at all. Hirano slowly comes to a stop, turning to Kagiura, who looks at him expectantly.

“Uh…” Hirano starts before cutting himself off, coughing into his hand. “Damn, how do I say this?” It takes a moment but Hirano eventually meets Kagiura’s eyes and Kagi felt as if he was about to explode. “We need to talk about our relationship moving forward.”

“Yeah,” Kagiura agrees, his breath hitching. “We do.” ‘Please.’ Kagiura silently pleads with anyone who’ll listen, his grip on his omikuji tightening. ‘Please say what I want to hear.’

“Listen, I don’t think this is going to work out.” Hirano’s words fall onto Kagiura’s ears like bricks off a crumbling building. Before he knows it, Kagiura’s swiftly approaching Hirano and reaching his hand towards his senpai.

Hirano opens his mouth to continue his sentence, but is abruptly silenced by Kagiura cornering him. He stumbles backwards until he feels his back press against the tree. Kagiura presses his hand on the trunk just above Hirano’s head. All Hirano can do is stare up into the depths of Kagiura’s heavy gaze. “Kagi-” Hirano tries again, but Kagiura beats him to the punch.

“NO!” Kagiura hears himself cry out, but doesn’t realize just how loud his voice is. Every iota of his attention is devoted solely to the boy underneath him. “No. You can’t say that.” He shifts his position so his forearm now rests on the tree and not his hand. In doing so, Kagiura’s face inches ever closer to Hirano’s. “I won’t let you say that. There’s still so much I want to say to you. So much I want to do. And I can’t do it with anyone else but you!” Kagiura presses on, not letting Hirano even interject a single word.

“I love you, Hirano-san. And I’m not gonna let you go. Not like this. Not ever.”

Kagiura closes the final centimeters of empty space left between him and Hirano.

Kagiura’s lips are chapped. The bark of the tree presses uncomfortably against Hirano’s back. The ripping winter winds scrape against any spot of his exposed skin. Yet despite all of that, Hirano couldn’t imagine a more perfect first kiss.

After a few, fleeting seconds the two separate. They remain in place for a few more moments, their faces inches away, before Kagiura’s eyes (which he had closed during their embrace) fly open and he rockets away from Hirano. “I-I’m-” Kagiura stutters, his hand trembling over his mouth. “Oh, Hirano-san, I’m so sor-”

“Kiss me again.” Hirano’s sudden declaration stops Kagiura in his tracks.

“Wh-What?”

“I said, kiss me again. I can’t stand seeing that look on your face, so-” This time it’s Hirano that’s being interrupted, as Kagiura sweeps the shorter boy into his arms and presses their lips together once more. Hirano, clumsily, places his hands on the sides of Kagiura’s face. Is this how you’re supposed to do it? Ah, screw it. Hirano forgoes trying to figure out what to do and simply leans into Kagiura, enjoying the feel of Kagiura’s smile against his lips.

Kagiura is over the moon. No, further than that, he’s in another universe entirely. This second kiss lasts much longer than the first, and once they separate, both boys have to take a while to catch their breath. Kagiura still holds onto Hirano, but his grip is looser than before. “Does this– hah,” Kagiura manages to struggle out a few words before having to start again, taking a big gulp of air. “Does this mean you like me, too?” He eyes a completely red-faced Hirano and can’t tell if his complexion is from the cold, lack of air, embarrassment, or all of the above.

Hirano’s face feels hot, and even he can’t pinpoint exactly why. He wipes his lips with his sleeve before replying to Kagiura, trying his hardest to look his kouhai in the eyes. “Yeah, it does. And that’s also what I was trying to tell you before you started jumping to conclusions.” Hirano watches as Kagiura processes what he said. Slowly, the younger boy’s eyes fill with happy understanding then complete and utter embarrassment.

“Ah. So when you said ‘this’, you meant….”

“I meant the fact that our dating thing was temporary. Not us dating in itself.” An awkward silence fills the air as Kagiura drops downwards, as if he’s trying to hide under himself. “It’s not your fault, man. It’s on me for not being more clear.” Hirano placates Kagiura, placing a hand on his head and ruffling his hair.

“I shouldn’t have said all of that.” Kagiura mutters, boring his eyes into the hard dirt underneath his feet. “I’m sorry.” He hears Hirano chuckle above him and glances upwards. “I really am, though!” He insists indignantly, straightening to his full height.

It’s Hirano that’s now the one forced to look up to see the other’s face. “I know, I know. And I already said you don’t have to apologize.” He pats Kagiura’s arm, drawing a small smile from his kouhai. “But what I wanted to say was that,” Hirano takes a second to quickly gather himself mentally before continuing. “I’d really like to date you. For real, this time. If that’s what you want, too.” To Hirano’s relief, Kagiura’s smile grows into full-on beaming.

“Of course it is!” Kagiura cheerfully responds. “I’ve always wanted that, Hirano-san.” Looking at his senpai’s face, he can’t help but imagine kissing him again.

“Always?!” Hirano questions Kagiura, shocked, and Kagiura simply nods in return.

“Well, for a long time. Since the end of summer break, at least.”

“I–wow.” Hirano’s mind searches through all of the memories he’s made with Kagi-kun, looking for signs of his affection. I thought everything was completely normal between us. I guess not.

Kagiura swears he can hear the gears turning in Hirano’s head. He reaches out, tapping the other boy lightly on the shoulder to get his attention. Hirano snaps back to reality, blinking at Kagiura.

“Hirano-san. I love you. Can I kiss you again?”

Kagiura’s straightforwardness punches a laugh out of Hirano. “You sure are bold. What, do ya think I’m gonna say no?” Hirano gestures for Kagiura to come close. “C’mere, Kagi-kun.”

Kagiura drops everything he’s holding in favor of grabbing the face of the boy he loves and kissing him.

The icy weather surrounding them seems to warm as Hirano and Kagiura lean deeper into their kiss.

After all this time, I finally realized I’ve fallen for you.

‘After all this time, I have only been drawn closer to you.’

‘If it was going to be anybody,’ then I’m glad it was you.

…

An omikuji flies in the wind. Under the romance section, it reads:

“While it may be rocky at first, gentle perseverance is the key to success. Follow what your heart wants and everything will go your way. Good luck and a happy love awaits you on the other side!”

#reblogging my main!#hirano to kagiura #hirakagi #hirano taiga #kagiura akira #hanzawa masato #niibashi juuya #fanfic

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absolutelylosingmymindrn · 1 year ago

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loid forger is eepy. he is sneepy

Hello everyone I'm back ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ and i wrote a fanfic after over a year (if not more)! Please enjoy <(￣︶￣)> comments + rbs appreciated

Full fic under the cut!

Word Count: 1746

Twilight was tired. He was really, really tired.

Despite his mind screaming at his body to act normal, it was as if every fiber of his being had united against him in pursuit of a singular goal: to shut down completely out of sheer exhaustion. This is how Twilight soon found himself collapsed onto the ground, like he was a marionette that had its strings cut.

Or: Twilight almost passes out on the street and is saved by Yor, not without some shenanigans (and a lot of overthinking on Twilight's part) happening along the way.

Twilight was tired. He was really, really tired.

Handler had just sent him on what she called an “easy task”. He should’ve known better than to trust her definition of “easy”, however, as she had practically thrown him into a den of wolves just to gather a scrap of information. It was nothing he hadn’t done before, of course, but that didn't mean it wasn’t incredibly physically demanding. He had had to sprint and fight nonstop all in an effort to not get injured to a point where even his excuse of ‘dealing with rowdy patients’ wouldn’t work on Yor and Anya (he really didn’t want to worry them. Only because it would be bad for the mission, of course. He needed to make sure they were happy...for the mission).

He walked down the street, his feet dragging against the rough pavement and his arms swinging loosely by his sides. He breathed deeply, but even that felt like a herculean effort, the little amount of energy he had left quickly burning away.

I shouldn’t even be this tired , he thought to himself as he shuffled across the road. I’ve survived much worse and come out unscathed. Come on, Twilight, pull yourself together! Despite his mind screaming at his body to act normal, it was as if every fiber of his being had united against him in pursuit of a singular goal: to shut down completely out of sheer exhaustion.

This is how Twilight soon found himself collapsed onto the ground, face crushed against gritty rock and limbs sprawled in all directions. He tried in vain to scrape together any energy he could find still clinging to his body in order to try to stand back up and for god's sake act normal , but it was like he was a marionette that had its strings cut.

I need to get up, he grumbled to himself in his head, speaking being too much of an effort, what with his mouth being pressed right against the ground. I need to get up, otherwise people will notice me on the ground and report me for suspicious behavior and then it’ll be all over for Operation Strix, no, my whole career! Get up! Now! And yet Twilight’s body continued to betray him and he remained slumped on the roadside.

Suddenly, a familiar set of shiny black flats came rushing to his side, and a sweet voice cried out to him, “Loid! Loid, are you okay?!” Twilight just barely managed to shift his head up enough to get a glimpse at the owner of the voice: Yor. She leaned over him, her eyes wide with worry. She was still wearing her office uniform and Twilight deliriously took note of how disheveled her deep black hair was ( she must have run over to me...how nice of her ) and how she still managed to look quite nice despite it. Twilight was vaguely aware of Yor checking his pulse in several different locations, asking him what happened and borderline begging him to stay with her. I’m not dying, Yor. I’ll be fine, I’m just tired, was what he tried to tell her but he only managed to mumble incoherently. As his eyelids almost drew close, he saw out of his thin line of vision Yor panic even more then nod to herself resolutely...

before picking him up bridal-style and absolutely booking it.

Twilight’s eyes snapped open, and he clung to Yor’s work uniform in shock of what had just happened and in fear of getting thrown out of her arms. While he took a note in the back of his mind of how strong Yor had to be to be able to pick him up as if he weighed absolutely nothing (and he took another, much smaller, note about how that was very attractive to him. Only because having her strength at his side would make her a powerful asset to his mission. That was all), he mainly concentrated on trying to get a bearing of his rapidly changing surroundings. First they were in the shopping district he was slugging around in, then at the park, then past the park and then racing through a busy, car-lined street (how Yor managed to dodge all of those cars at the speed she was going Twilight couldn’t understand) Twilight recognized to be the way to the hospital.

“YOR!” Twilight yelled, trying to quickly get Yor’s attention. It worked immediately, and she stopped in her tracks, skidding a bit down the road from the sudden change in speed. She looked down at him as he laid in her arms and her eyes lit up upon seeing him looking back at her.

“Loid, you’re awake!” She grinned, and Twilight could’ve sworn he went blind from how bright her smile was. “Thank goodness! I was about to bring you to the hospital-”

“Yes, I know. But I’m fine, Yor.” Twilight held up a hand to interrupt her and tried to give her the most convincing I-Was-Totally-Not-About-To-Pass-Out-Before-You-Found-Me smile he could give. “Really.”

“Are you sure?” Yor’s face switched from happiness at him, at the very least, being alive to worry once again (and if Twilight’s heart dropped at seeing her lips twist into a frown and her eyebrows knit together and her eyes shining with concern, then that’s just another thing he doesn’t need to think about right now). “You didn’t seem well earlier. Are you really sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?” She adjusted her grip on Twilight, lifting him upwards so she could get a better look at him. Her eyes scanned his face, making sure he wasn’t about to pass out on her.

“I’m sure, I promise.” Twilight gave her a hopefully reassuring grin before looking around the two of them. Every car around the two of them was honking incessantly at them to get them to get out of the road, and Twilight cringed at the noise. This is it. Twilight was internally screaming at himself for letting them get in the way of traffic for so long (no good spy would let themselves be in such a revealing spot for that long of a period of time), and especially for not speaking up sooner. This is what gets us both reported. Especially now that there’s an SSS officer present. Twilight shifts his head inconspicuously in the direction of the officer’s car. That man in that British Ginetta 2 cars to the left of us. I recognize him from the files Handler showed me. He’s been eyeing us this whole time and he’s no doubt going to remember both of our faces, if not track us both down once we leave the vicinity. Twilight’s mind began running a mile a minute, going through every possible outcome of every single scenario he could think of. I have to move us both out of here quickly, but in a way he won’t be able to see us leave. I just need to- his train of thought was cut short by Yor suddenly shrieking as she threw him away from her, hurtling him into the air.

While Twilight was busy ruminating about their situation, Yor was equally deep in her own thoughts. What happened? She questioned him in her mind, tilting her head down to examine him even closer. Is he injured? It’s not like this is the first time he’s come home hurt or tired, he does work with uncooperative patients after all but...he’s never gotten like this. Yor pouted a bit while she thought, her eyes running up and down Loid’s body in search of injury, and she looked closely at his eyes for any sign of them dropping closed again. I never noticed just how blue his eyes were until now...wait. It suddenly dawned on Yor just how close Loid’s face was to hers and just how tightly she was gripping onto his body and him to hers. Her face rapidly turned as red as her eyes and she screamed as she thrusted Loid into the air.

And that is how Twilight escaped being reported by the SSS officer. As he flew through the air, he saw out of the corner of his eye Yor was sprinting after him with her arms outstretched, ready to catch him. What...the hell just happened. He thought to himself as he rapidly crashed down back to the ground and right into Yor’s waiting arms.

“I’m so so so sorry! I, you see, I took disc-throwing lessons when I was a child and- and-” Yor rapid fire sputtered out apologies while she cradled Loid in her arms. He blinked at her in shock, then burst out laughing, cutting her rush of words short.

“It’s okay, Yor. Thank you very much for catching me.” He smiled up at her, genuinely this time, and she smiled softly back. “Now I really think we should go home. It’s almost dinner time, and Anya is waiting for us.” He could imagine her at that moment, pouting while standing in front of the door, ready to guilt Yor and Loid for coming home so incredibly late and letting her half starve to death (they would only be half an hour late at most, and Anya had plenty of snacks to tide her over) with Bond at her side. “Also, I think I feel well enough to walk, so...” he trailed off and watched Yor’s cheeks dust with red in embarrassment.

“O-oh! Yes, sorry.” Yor gently set Loid onto his feet and he quickly thanked her. “And yes, let’s! Anya must be worried about us.” She began to walk in the direction of their home and Loid joined her, the two of them walking in step. They talked about small things, Loid asking Yor about her day and Yor asking Loid about what had happened to him (he told her he’d just had a rough day at work, which was not entirely a lie), then they moved onto other things like what was for dinner and where to take Anya in the weekend. As they walked, Twilight, without thinking about it, smiled while gazing softly at Yor while she talked and Yor, upon noticing, shyly smiling back.

Even though his new family may just be crafted for Operation Strix and the amount of days left where he and Yor could peacefully walk side by side were unknown, nevertheless Twilight found himself thinking that he could happily get used to this.

#loid forger #loid x yor #loidyor #twiyor #forger family #spy x family #anya forger #bond forger #spy x family manga #spy x family anya #spy x family loid #spy x family yor

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