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KamiMiyo; Occupation: Love [1/5]

Series: Joker Game

Pairing: Kaminaga/Miyoshi

Rating: T

Word Count: 6473

Summary: If Valentine's Day (and Miyoshi) were pretty, then being forced to work last minute on that special date was petty—and Kaminaga was pretty much the latter.

Chapter One: One Missed Date Too Many

There was an irrefutable elegance in strolling the once busy streets of Yanaka; the district of old Japanese traditions, seeping of reminiscent charms from the historical age of Edo. It was emitting a distinctively curious ambiance, as delighted consumers ambled along the abundance of crafts that were rather picturesque before their storefronts. Even the cemetery that should appear as unsettling, was filled to the brim with an array of cherry blossoms among the graves of well known figures; unveiling a sight for sore eyes on the lazy mid-week afternoon. Though if Kaminaga were to photograph anything else from this alluring visual he was gracing, it would be Miyoshi who held a keen fascination towards the calligraphy brushes that were home to the most exquisite makers in all of Japan. His lips that gently curved in intrigue were all the more enchanting, as his fingers scarcely grazed the bristles that Picasso too once bought in his lifetime and created marvels in his artwork. The array of stray cats purring and resting by the winding alleys did naught to avert Miyoshi’s engagement with the tool, and cautiously, Kaminaga took a photo of what was more than likely the final wonder of the universe. Naturally, he’d brought Miyoshi here again to tease him about the abundance of felines that resided here and to taunt at the unrivaled similarities. Miyoshi’s interests didn’t dare waver in spite of this and he even appeared to be off guard, for he was humbly being photographed without the intent of eyeing the camera himself.

As they sauntered forward and away from the artistry with the conversation now growing non-existent, Miyoshi was eyeing the distinct jewellery shop that was just ahead and took a hesitant breath. He’d long halted his comments concerning the surrounding vicinity and allowed the silence to enrapture them timidly, as he succumbed to the depths of his mind. The petite bowl of matcha ice cream in his grasp was being stirred frivolously as he took an intent gander, and he was subtly toying with the sweetened red beans likewise to a child. Just as his lips made contact with the cold dessert, he allowed his eyes to fall upon a certain dress watch and noted its simplistic design that was enchanting all on its own. It wasn’t as though this was the first instance of viewing such a watch, or even this watch in particular. Truthfully, it lacked significance and didn’t have any fascinating assets other than its classic interface and automatic calibre. Miyoshi, however, had caught Kaminaga glimpsing at it on more than one occasion and found himself too following the interest. Perhaps Kaminaga found its quintessential exterior and unmemorable quality, ironically noteworthy—and that was oddly riveting as well.

“...You’re awfully quiet.” Kaminaga cautiously remarked, breaking Miyoshi’s focus from the glass window as his eyes were slightly startled in dismay. The plastic spoon was still in his mouth as Miyoshi directed his gaze towards Kaminaga almost immediately, and paused to ponder with his thoughts before removing the utensil from his lips. His orbs were reminiscent of that of a doe’s, and when employed with that subtle blush and adolescent charm as the spoon remained on his tongue and was then licked clean, Miyoshi appeared as though he was unaware of his effect on Kaminaga. How inequitable.

“Does the same not apply to you?” Miyoshi teased knowingly as the plastic was returned to the paper bowl, and he had but the softest glimmer in his smirk. Though they were falling distant from the discerning boutique, Kaminaga too mirrored the interest and grinned lavishly. “You have the gall to associate me with such a disgusting attribute... How unnerving.”

As Miyoshi’s line of sight was adjusted elsewhere in unamusement, Kaminaga merely hummed at the seemingly bothered retort and observed Miyoshi’s expression transition with a loving air. Cautiously, he was eyeing his boyfriend who grew distracted by the scoop of ice cream in his grasp and basked in the gentle image that once again was caught off guard. Without wasting another breath, Kaminaga then latched onto Miyoshi’s arm and drew him near with a hasty motion. There was a blatant grunt of bemusement emitting from Miyoshi’s lips as he was just a touch away from dropping the spoon, and scowled at the one who was now kissing his cheek without a semblance of concern. Even so, such whims were rather endearing in spite of their peculiar timings.

“It really is ...awful that you get to spend your afternoon with me and yet, you’re off thinking about other things. You’re so unfair.” Kaminaga spoke softly with a noticeable grin residing on his face, and tightened his hold through the slightest of movements. His voice was emitting an infallible and whimsical ring, that was as cruel as it was alluring. He most certainly knew of the nuances that were surfacing ever so gradually, and Miyoshi couldn’t help but relentlessly falter to those irrefutable charms.

Nearly shuddering from the hasty action alone, Miyoshi soon found himself biting away the humane smile that was threatening to make itself known and lightly snickered at Kaminaga’s distraught with a hint of aggression. As Miyoshi was indulging in the dessert again at a stagnant rate and with a knowing air, Kaminaga was admiring the torturous view when his boyfriend had abruptly halted in his taunts at last.

“Can it be helped when you’re doing an audacious job of entertaining me? It’s a shame, Kaminaga. You’re daresay, boring.” Miyoshi retorted, before offering a spoon of ice cream to the older man who graciously consumed the dessert and grinned lovingly. Half expecting Kaminaga to tease him, Miyoshi was almost startled at the pleasant turn of events and couldn’t dare stifle back the rosy hue upon his face. Though he’d now made a mental note to himself to feed Kaminaga more often, it was evident that Kaminaga really was testing him with that sweetened smirk of his; the same one that Miyoshi could scarcely not relent to.

“Hmm, do you honestly think I mind?” Kaminaga responded ardently with a glint in his eyes, widening his whimsical grin after the utensil parted from his mouth.

Miyoshi rose his brow in uncertainty at the subtle motion, pondering for a moment too long it seemed, as Kaminaga then stole the spoon from his grasp. Allowing him to do as he pleased in hesitations, Miyoshi fixated on his boyfriend who was far too attentive on the red beans as he eagerly indulged in them and soon glimpsed at Miyoshi with a perplexed air. Kaminaga had but the slightest remains of matcha on his lips and in spite of the unhindered urge to kiss him, Miyoshi precariously felt timid and sufficed with removing it with his thumb instead. Wiping the taste into his own mouth as his gaze never strayed from Kaminaga’s, he later took a breath and attempted with all of his being to ignore the amused glimmer that provoked him.

“The quiet? You never seemed to mind before…” Miyoshi finally mused, shying away at the notion and pursed his lips out of habit. Even during their childhood, there would be moments of pure silence that spoke louder than the words they wanted to profess to the other and were comforting all on their own. The murmur was quite unlike him; though, Miyoshi soon thought otherwise. Kaminaga knew him far too well to utter such a vexing statement, and Miyoshi playfully resorted to teasing him instead. “Or, are you perhaps referring to your repetitive wiles? Which, in that case—”

“Repetitive? You demand as much, don’t you?” Kaminaga smirked avidly and returned the plastic utensil to the bowl, eyeing Miyoshi with a teasing smile. The younger man merely stared back in intrigue as Kaminaga soon entwined their hands in urgency; pulling him closer at the corner of the street, and halting in their tracks. “You love knowing exactly what it is that’ll be done for you—and to you, again and again.” Kaminaga’s lips were just by the outline of Miyoshi’s ear and he felt as though he was burning in enamourment; the warm breath that promptly feathered by him and the lump in his throat that pulverised any ability to function properly. Cautiously, Miyoshi reacted through uncertainty as Kaminaga began to caress his cheek in a torturous motion and pressed onwards. “Those same repetitive wiles are taking you by surprise when you’re only falling harder, aren’t they?”

Parting his lips subtly, Miyoshi faltered for another ephemeral second as the growing blush on his face was prominent and his unbecoming weakness was inevitable. His fingertips were toying with the palm in his grasp and steadily, he met the delighted smile that he couldn’t stray his gaze from. Truthfully, however, letting Kaminaga dominate his better judgement and falling bashful were options his pride wouldn’t live down—even if his quivering touch and crimson visage contemplated otherwise.

“...When did I ever inquire about your make believe fantasy?” Miyoshi mustered nearly incoherently, as his struggle was evident and Kaminaga only grew more enthralled. Miyoshi was averting his stare without the air of nonchalance and biting his lip in embarrassment. Sighing to recover from his momentary weakness, he met the knowing grin and challenged Kaminaga’s smirk. It was the very expression that the older man was more than familiar with, and Miyoshi strived again through a hasty movement. “I won’t deny my unwilling demands, though.”

Kaminaga snorted ever so subtly at the abrupt change in demeanour, that was more endearing that he let on and playfully lifted his brows in intrigue. Softly humming as Miyoshi squeezed his palm and he was now taking a gander at their vacant surroundings, Kaminaga took a step closer; cautiously diminishing their distance. The town was growing quiet and even the faintest indication from Miyoshi rang loudly; just as it never failed to do so. Kaminaga’s other hand then fell from Miyoshi’s physiognomy and onto the wall, haughtily taunting him with every passing second and drew near. There was something that was most enthralling with the fringe on Miyoshi’s face that was straying from where it once was, and Kaminaga selfishly let it remain unbeknownst to Miyoshi’s knowledge. The state of unsteady notions was far too alluring and he absolutely lavished in observing Miyoshi come undone.

“I’ve never minded the quiet between us. Especially, when you’re noticeably rendered speechless by my unrelenting charms.” Kaminaga uttered as they were mere centimetres apart and their lips were in longing to delight the other.

Miyoshi’s bright orbs were glimpsing intently at the enchanting stare and he soon began to massage Kaminaga’s warm hand, as though it were second nature. Kaminaga was edging near as Miyoshi was teasing him with that mischievously subdued glint; daring him to speak again when he had the gall to murmur such a condescending remark. Kaminaga knew well enough, however, that two could play at that game.

“...It gives me an excuse to admire the ice cream stained on your lip.” Kaminaga continued knowingly, licking his bottom lip shortly after in a taunting motion.

Cautiously hesitating, Miyoshi’s gaze was subtly widened in disbelief and it was evident that he was more than aware of the notion that had yet to pass between them. Without wasting another fragment of a moment, Miyoshi couldn’t stifle the baffled gander that was now enshrouding him once Kaminaga captured his mouth in desperation. Though, the kiss ended far too prematurely for Kaminaga’s liking and he naturally grunted in dismay. There was a most delighted sound that emitted from the urgent motion, but Miyoshi was pushing Kaminaga away firmly and unwillfully all the same.

Noticeably frowning, Kaminaga watched as Miyoshi then forced his hand away and pushed the paper cup into the older man’s hold. At the abruptly cold sensation now in his grasp, he could only chuckle as Miyoshi was now grazing his face ever so bashfully in full belief of the little white lie that graced him. Shyly turning away, Miyoshi soon realized that such an endeavour was futile and he was daresay embarrassed that he was most definitely blushing. Any remains would’ve eagerly been consumed by Kaminaga, and Miyoshi sufficed by being fed ice cream to calm down the heated kiss that enraptured him.

“How about irresistibly quiet, then?” Kaminaga attempted as his breath feathered by Miyoshi’s ear, teasing him with an elongated and seductive drawl. He was pushing himself closer with the guise of flirtations, for if Miyoshi were to witness the burning stain upon his visage, he’d never hear the end of it. Naturally, Kaminaga hadn’t expected Miyoshi to obediently indulge in his whims and he still needed a moment to register his victory.

Miyoshi, however, scoffed childishly as the other was nearly stammering. Regrettably so, Kaminaga couldn’t be certain if Miyoshi was aware of his boyfriend’s pleased demeanour and attempted to remain at ease. Miyoshi then pressed a torturous palm against the older man’s chest, urging him away to his disappointment. He was still nothing less of vexed from the fictitious mishap on his face, that Kaminaga dauntingly had to proclaim.

“Hmph...that’s passable, I suppose.” Miyoshi mused and glanced downwards as he was gifted another scoop of dessert, returning his gaze shortly after with a cheeky grin. “Are you just noticing now? That’s no good, Kaminaga...”

Registering the chortle that was only in the utmost of anticipation, Miyoshi soon plummeted his fingers onto the crown of his head out of habit and pursed his lip in agitation. It was only then that he took notice of the stray fringe that was in disarray and arranged it promptly, shyly biting his lip as he did so. He was soon scowling at Kaminaga whose laughter only grew into blatant snickers. Kaminaga made certain to eye such movements closely as his chuckles slowly came to a standstill, and he then gripped onto the fingers that were far too fixated on otherwise; savouring the concealed gasp.

“The silence or your effect on me? Both are far too obvious.” Kaminaga noted, tangling Miyoshi’s hand into his own gradually and tightening his hold.

Miyoshi merely hummed in response and drew a mischievous beam upon his lips, lowering their entwined fingers and squeezing it softly.

“Do you know what else is obvious?” The younger man murmured with allure in his voice and an undeniable glint in his expression; his tone lowering into a husky purr. Kaminaga bit back the bewilderment that threatened to seep out, as he almost shivered when Miyoshi spoke and Miyoshi soon smirked with that torturous conceit of his. Pulling Kaminaga inwards as he was burning in anticipation, Miyoshi didn’t dare waver and continued onwards with a most enticing gaze. Though, it was then that Kaminaga could at last revert away from his dazzled gaze and Miyoshi’s smile had that of a mischievous air. “You’re nearly late for your appointment.”

There was imminent whine escaping Kaminaga once the words had surfaced and registered, and he noticeably had his mouth agape and eyes widened in dismay. Without missing a beat, Miyoshi allowed himself to laugh relentlessly in response and enrapture in the irritated boyfriend before him. Though, it was unlike him to stand for such derision and Kaminaga playfully planted his palm over Miyoshi’s mouth in retort. Even as his hand was playfully whipped aside, Miyoshi didn’t dare halt in his chortles and had the most endearing grin residing on his lips.

Parting from the insistent fingers in his grasp, Miyoshi then wrapped his arms around Kaminaga’s waist and bit his lip in a futile endeavour to cease his amusement; drawing his lover near. In spite of the scarce and ardent affections that nearly caused Kaminaga to respond with otherwise, he could only watch in distraught as he soon glimpsed at his phone screen to make certain for himself and groaned again at the looming reminder. His professor would only have the most discerning of comments in his upcoming grade, if he were to present himself in an untimely manner for the meeting he’d sought for months on end.

The daunting notification was enlarged on the screen looking back and Kaminaga then heaved an aggravated sigh, glancing subtly at Miyoshi who appeared far too childlike in his fascinations. Returning the device to his pocket, he rolled his eyes at the unfair expression facing him and cursed himself for faltering every time. He was gracious, however, that Miyoshi finally stopped taunting him with that far too unrivaled charm of his and teasingly pinched his cheek.

“...We still have our Valentine’s date next week, right?” Kaminaga cautiously mustered, acting as though each word that rolled off his tongue had soon took a form in regret. He still had a certain gift to buy, after all.

“Naturally.” Miyoshi replied with an irrefutable air of delight, pulling away the fumbling fingertips from his countenance.

Kaminaga grinned lovingly at the teasing utter and entwined their fingers but again, squeezing them gently as he did so.

“Promise me you won’t take any shifts that day. You’re mine, okay? From start to finish.” Kaminaga continued to reassure himself, gazing into the bright orbs that were only growing more mischievous with every passing moment. Though, Kaminaga was instead becoming rather bashful and sufficed with kissing the corner of Miyoshi’s lips to hide himself for even an instant more.

“Aren’t I always?” Miyoshi responded with a knowing glimmer in his stare, drawing circles with his thumb as he readjusted their hands. Curving his lips with a subdued frown as his airs were soon shrouded in disappointment, his gaze was intent and captured the other’s attention anxiously. His peer innately softened as Kaminaga’s unsteady wiles were staining his face in a crimson hue and Miyoshi chortled in hesitations, before speaking again in cautions. “Kaminaga...if you don’t get on the train now, you won’t be able to take any shifts regardless. Though I’d much prefer you to be enslaved to me alone, and not student loans.”

Barely even recovering from the enamouring murmur just moments before, Kaminaga found himself clearing his throat as a means to enrapture in the sweetened words for another ephemeral second and intended to proceed again. In spite of this, he was now halting as Miyoshi’s fingertips began to play at Kaminaga’s face in slow motions, examining his countenance with every undermining gesture. As his playful touch was running across Kaminaga’s visage, Miyoshi’s teasing smile was all the more prominent and the older man then gripped onto to the palm that was as daring as ever. Kaminaga, however, would beg to differ for he too had the gall to relentlessly torture his boyfriend.

“Aww, I’m sure you’d enjoy seeing me more often then~! Isn’t sharing everything the beauty of love?” Kaminaga asserted with a mischievous air, winking flirtatiously for added measure as he stirred the leftover ice cream in the bowl.

In doing so, Miyoshi innately pulled away the longing hold and scowled in defeat from the aggravating taunt. Seemingly sighing and observing the ticking watch on his wrist, he soon glimpsed at Kaminaga again; urging him with his stare alone.

“Leave.” Miyoshi rashly dictated, crossing his arms and provoking Kaminaga with a gentle push.

Even with the rough nuance in his drawl, Kaminaga was chuckling at Miyoshi’s futile endeavour to conceal his concerns through a willful contempt, and observed as his lover began to stray from him with every hastened stride. Cautiously trailing behind with teasing footsteps, Kaminaga then drew a devious grin upon as his lips when Miyoshi locked eyes with him again; the younger man that was glimpsing downwards in a most subdued manner. Not stifling the snort that escaped him, Kaminaga could only bite his lip as Miyoshi began to approach him like that of an enchanted feline.

He was eyeing the remains of dessert left in Kaminaga’s grasp with a discerning fascination, to which the one in question taunted at through feigned innocence; scooping the final bits onto the plastic spoon and hovering it by Miyoshi’s mouth. The subtle aroma of matcha and sweetened red beans were undoubtedly unrivaled, and naturally, he wasn’t one to take such derision from Kaminaga. Despite such morals, he covertly wanted to indulge in Kaminaga’s wiles. He’d be late if he didn’t—or at least, that’s what Miyoshi was able to convince himself of. Heaving an agitated breath, Miyoshi took a timid gander at his inherently vacant surroundings and parted his lips to scarcely relent in Kaminaga’s insatiable whims. For the senseless grin encircling Kaminaga's lips was rather enticing and perhaps it was the change in weather, that allowed Miyoshi to muse that he truly wouldn't mind being fed by that taunting expression. Though, it was then that the ice cream merely grazed by his lips in a torturous motion and was irritably consumed by the one before him. Kaminaga was chuckling lavishly and wiping the utensil simultaneously, inevitably delighted by the scowl on Miyoshi’s face. Even as he turned away bashfully with the rose hue upon his visage, Kaminaga pulled his fingertips into his hold once again and toyed with the plastic still in his mouth with a hum.

“...Idiot.” Miyoshi scolded, and cursed himself for appearing humane when Kaminaga should be berated for falling behind schedule—not to mention, berated for being so spoiled.

Meeting his eyes subtly, Miyoshi took a moment to glance at the foolish grin upon his boyfriend’s countenance and was then dragged forward. Letting go in hesitations, Miyoshi smiled softly at the crinkled brows facing him and pinched Kaminaga’s nose in retaliation. In disregard to his urge to walk his boyfriend to the train station and enrapture in that endearingly wincing expression, he had intentions of otherwise. The frown and child-like whine naturally did naught to waver his notions and he sufficed with pressing his fingers softly onto the hand in his grip. Kaminaga knew well enough when Miyoshi couldn’t be persuaded of otherwise and sighed regretfully in his dismay. There would be other means of getting information out of him at a later time and odd enough, Kaminaga adored the intrigue. At such an indication, Kaminaga removed the spoon from his mouth and acknowledged his defeat, leaning in closer for a kiss as their hands were separated in a hastened movement. Though, Miyoshi merely smirked at this and eyed the watch by the cuff of his sleeve; turning away through an eloquent gesture.

It would be futile for Kaminaga to always have his way without a means of punishment. Ironically, so, Miyoshi felt as though he’d be the one punished if he were to allow Kaminaga to be late to his important meeting, when he too had an appointment to fulfill—an appointment that stole away Kaminaga’s fixation in nothing less of an untimely manner. It was unlike a man of Miyoshi’s calibre to sit back and watch as his boyfriend grew distracted, and selfishly, Miyoshi would have a full hand in stealing back what was his.

“I thought we had a deal.” Kaminaga grumbled in his misfortune, leaning against the doorframe and observing irritably as Miyoshi was brushing his fringe in a frivolous motion.

Kaminaga was awaiting in impatience for Valentine’s day with the most intricate plans to follow, and naturally rushed over after his morning class to Miyoshi’s apartment with a bouquet in hand. Though, it was to his blatant distraught that Miyoshi had texted him of otherwise and left his lecture early to prepare for his unnecessary intentions of work. As he was now standing before the mirror with his comb fumbling in his grasp, Miyoshi steadily began to eye the anxious expression that was burning a hole into his being and turned to face Kaminaga unwillingly.

“A deal? Would that make this a type of...business transaction then? Which in that case, would be more beneficial to work a few measly hours, rather than attend to your irritable whims.” Miyoshi uttered through cautious airs, pausing in cruel jests towards the imminent disappointment gazing back. Though, he too was in an unnerving state of agitations. His fringe seemed nearly stray and unnatural, but he was baffled for perhaps the thought he was entertaining was a result of his accumulating stress he’d been withholding. Combined with his increasingly unjust work hours and array of assignments, a lack of sleep was all the more daunting.

Evidently, his appearance was as unrivaled as it always was; how every strand of hair was more than quintessential, and every gesture was faultlessly undermining all other entities in sight. It was a measly endeavour on Miyoshi’s part and as bothered as he portrayed himself as, the gentle lip bite was pressing at Kaminaga relentlessly and he wouldn’t dare falter now. Not when their plans had inevitably fallen into disarray, and the roses he prepared well in advance would be left all by their lonesome in a matter of minutes.

“Miyoshi...” Kaminaga reprimanded to his dismay, taking a subtle gander at the bouquet that was unexpectedly gifted to him and indulged in the sweetened aroma that nearly persuaded him of otherwise.

It came as a surprise to him that Miyoshi would present him with such an affectionate notion, and even more so when Miyoshi bashfully insisted that his roses were far more superior than the ones he received. It was unlike him to do so, and as the flowers were unceremoniously pulverising Kaminaga’s better judgement before he could even register the movement, Miyoshi had already returned to preening himself by the mirror. The crimson hue arising upon Miyoshi’s countenance wasn’t left unnoticed, however, and even began to challenge the tint of the bouquet with every passing moment. Though, as delighted as Miyoshi pretended he wasn't, the gesture soon began to surface as a peace offering and Kaminaga couldn't help but feel resentful. He grew uncertain, for the anxious eyes averting their gaze held a distinct unease upon meeting his own and hesitated to press onwards.

“It’s not as if I planned for this.” Miyoshi murmured in urgency at the unsteady gander that was darting through him in the mirror, and halted unwillingly as his fingers finally fell from the crown of his head.

His words unraveled themselves with cautions and appeared nearly incoherent, much to his dismay and disapproval. He was rather dubious as ephemeral moments were treading by, but he discerned his hesitant notions as a means of guilt-driven wiles. Even if he wasn’t entirely at fault, it was Kaminaga’s foolishly bothered expression that made it all the more difficult, and he hadn’t the gall to rival it now. Though ambivalent, he softened his stare and forced the smirk that Kaminaga loved to hate.

“How was I supposed to know that all those girls would be waiting to bask in my presence and shower me with their gifts?” Miyoshi continued with a pompous air, resting the comb in his hand and taunting Kaminaga all the same.

At the familiar glint in the knowing orbs that were glimpsing back in Miyoshi’s reflection, Kaminaga huffed a relenting breath at last and found a timid smile on his lips. Lifting himself from the door frame, he steadily approached the younger man and carefully placed the teasing bouquet in hand onto the nearby kitchen counter.

“Because it happens every year, since even before we were in middle school.” Kaminaga responded without missing a beat; his voice that rang of an irrepressible mischief and growing amusement. It was common tradition for the pair to take part in devious games with the other from childhood; even more so, of ones where they could challenge which of the two was most loved. Kaminaga, however, was the reigning champion of Valentine’s day chocolates and would not dare relent; even to his more than irritated, sore loser of a boyfriend. “Not that you can compete with me, anyways.”

Miyoshi merely scoffed at the daunting remark and took another gander at his reflection, eyeing every strand in a meticulous fashion. Pursing his lip subtly, he fixated his focus unwillingly in recollection of this very excursion last year. Though the chocolate count was aggravatingly closer than it usually was, the smug grin on Kaminaga’s visage was the most unsettling of all. Even more so when it was utilized to his advantage more often than not. Regardless, Miyoshi had a more pressing concern at hand when his line of sight strayed to the watch on his wrist and took note of the time in agitations. Halting for a moment too long, he shuddered ever so slightly as Kaminaga’s arms soon wrapped themselves around his waist and Miyoshi found himself leaning into his touch.

“...You know that’s not why I had to postpone our date.” Miyoshi timidly replied, meeting Kaminaga’s eyes cautiously in the mirror and averted his stare shortly after. Kaminaga smiled softly at the bashful response and tightened his hold, before pressing a hasty kiss upon Miyoshi’s cheek when the younger man continued with a distraught huff. “That irritating manager should be where you direct your menacing glares at. If he really appreciated me, he wouldn’t be doing this.”

“Maybe he appreciates you too much. Stop being so good at your job; I can appreciate you more than he can.” Kaminaga remarked through bothered airs, pouting senselessly as Miyoshi’s fixations hastily fell upon his fringe for the umpteenth time.

Without allowing another beat to pass, Kaminaga then gripped onto Miyoshi’s arm and pulled it down in agitations; chuckling silently at the dismayed grunt that followed and tangled their fingers but again. Though Miyoshi was slightly pinching him in aggressive and child-like motions, Kaminaga only continued to clutch onto the fumbling palm with a teasing touch and grinned sheepishly at the aftermath.

“You’re one to talk with all of your overtime that cuts into our dates.” Miyoshi offered spitefully, daring Kaminaga anxiously in the reflection through a piercing gaze.

There was an unfathomable number of occurrences where Kaminaga unwillingly took leave, seemingly ‘forgetting’ to turn off his phone and also ‘forgetting’ to not answer his phone in turn. In spite of this, it wasn’t as though Miyoshi truly found fault in his actions. Student debts were the bane of every young adult’s existence and as spoiled as Miyoshi knew himself to be, there was no harm in seeking revenge from that deridingly attractive face staring back.

“At least I make it.” Kaminaga taunted with an equally distasteful gander, reaching out for the comb in Miyoshi’s grasp ever so impatiently.

Smirking whimsically at the vexed murmur escaping Miyoshi, Kaminga then allowed himself to chuckle playfully and gently thrust the brush against his boyfriend’s shoulder. Miyoshi merely huffed an agitated breath at the coy motion and returned the comb briskly to his hold, biting his lip subtly at Kaminaga’s foolish grin. For if he were to glimpse for even a moment longer, he’d find the endeavour to be futile and evidently surrender to those very same wiles that never failed to provoke him. Even more so when that bothered gaze nearly coaxed him to dismiss the shift he was well preparing for.

“...We can still have our dinner reservation after.” Miyoshi mustered with a bashful air, averting from Kaminaga’s disappointed stare knowingly and planted the brush onto the wooden surface as he relented. Abruptly meeting Kaminaga with a hasty turn, Miyoshi basked in the staggering grunt that had come to pass and toyed his fingers onto the older man’s chest teasingly. Upon catching his gaze, Miyoshi cupped Kaminaga’s face and planted an urgent peck to subdue the daunting stare looking back at him. “You’re welcome to wait here until then.”

Kaminaga merely frowned at the words that began to surface and nearly shuddered from the willful hands that snaked around his waist, drawing him near. Turning away from that condescending and ardent smirk that was forcing him to falter relentlessly, Kaminaga heaved a cautious breath and pressed onwards.

“What am I? A dog?” Kaminaga murmured reluctantly, straying from Miyoshi’s gander and cursing himself for nearly surrendering. “...There’s no point if you’re not here.”

“A dog, hmm?” Miyoshi asserted with a most delighted contempt seeping from his lips; his fingertips soon fiddling at the collar of Kaminaga’s coat and smiling in guile notions. “Haven’t you always wanted a pet name from me? How ungrateful.”

Emitting a baffled grunt and blinking once more as the utter just scarcely began to register, Kaminaga abruptly turned away from the mischievous smile and unwillingly met his gaze again. Miyoshi was grinning ever so devilishly as seconds began to trickle by, and the mocking glint only continued to pulverise his every notion. At such a feat, it was as though Kaminaga was forcefully perspiring in discomposure; glowing in nothing less than a crimson hue. Reluctantly, he then swallowed the lump in his throat and took a cautious breath. Miyoshi’s curious expression was one he’d give in to every time, and the now alluring smile that took its place was all the more daring. Naturally, however, Kaminaga too would challenge Miyoshi with a most beguiling smirk in turn.

“I suppose that means that if I beg, you’ll stay...won’t you?” Kaminaga murmured softly with a playful ring in his voice, planting his fingers beneath Miyoshi’s chin and drawing even closer.

The younger man merely hummed at the provoking implication and chortled with a lavish air, rivalling Kaminaga’s taunting stare all the same.

“You’re already begging.” Miyoshi reprimanded as Kaminaga’s touch soon found itself in between his boyfriend’s hair, and Miyoshi too was toying with him in more ways than one.

The sheepish palms that were pressed upon Kaminaga’s waist innately tightened their grasp, and he eyed Miyoshi in a coy motion; breathing slowly as their bodies grew pressed up against the other. As he released an involuntary grunt, Kaminaga then offered a restless peck in response and caressed the face that relented not in his teases. It was a subtle endeavour to shroud away his bashful reaction and it was inherently as futile and conspicuous as it always was. For Miyoshi was pressing onwards in his torture, and even deepened the kiss as Kaminaga attempted to part from the eager mouth that could do as much harm as it could do pleasure. Surely it would be just a few measly minutes until Miyoshi would leave for his train, and Kaminaga was certain that he hadn’t the gall to walk him to the station for work and not for play. Miyoshi would do much better being stationed in his arms after all, and with Miyoshi’s tongue now playing at his swollen lips between kisses, it wasn’t as though Kaminaga could resist the enticing murmurs escaping the egotistical Miyoshi—the very same egotistical lover who too was begging for him.

“You’re so cute when you’re observant.” Kaminaga managed as he abruptly ceased Miyoshi’s desperate assault in mocking jest; the younger man who was glimpsing back with a most child-like pout and panting steadily.

He mused that Kaminaga was growing selfish if he wasn’t even allowed to taste his tongue and didn’t waste another moment to achieve his desire. Miyoshi was the only one that was deserving of such entitlement, and he wouldn’t even allow for Kaminaga to take that away from him.

“Is it working?” Kaminaga teased with that whimsical grin of his, nearly forcing Miyoshi to pause in his tracks and falter in an erratic motion. Though, Miyoshi merely bit back the humane smile that was threatening to reveal itself and sufficed with a provoking smirk.

“Not in the least.” Miyoshi drawled cunningly, and pressed another reckless kiss in urgency. His hands fell back into Kaminaga’s with a hasty pull and his tongue was only continuing to taunt at the impatient lips, steadily awaiting his cue.

Innately, Kaminaga was now grasping onto his boyfriend’s waist cheekily and biting softly upon his lower lip between kisses. Miyoshi grew coaxed at the aggressive movements that soon invited his tongue inside and nearly whimpered in delight, indulging readily in a single breath. The pleasurable touch that would dare not to relent and captured his tongue lavishly. Kaminaga gasped undoubtedly at the familiar taste that was fleeting and nearly imaginary, for the sucking had halted altogether and he hadn’t had nearly enough. Coyly, Miyoshi was wiping the trail of saliva from his mouth with an alluring gleam as he spoke again.

“Especially when you’re not moaning and stripped down on all fours.”

Miyoshi paused at the alluring orbs that were far too telling of their desires to undress him, and the lavish hum that was anything but innocent—yet, all the more enthralling. As Kaminaga’s fingertips found themselves upon his own collar and he was teasingly unbuttoning with an intent gander, the pounding in Miyoshi’s chest was aggravating and his weakened state of mind had at last quivered. He still needed to catch his breath, after all.

“Don’t even think about it.” Miyoshi asserted with a dismayed huff, averting his stare for but a moment of defeat. Naturally, the graceless snort that followed was the most daunting of all, and Kaminaga even had the gall to utilize it with that endearing laugh of his. Not that Miyoshi would fall back and allow him to be so demanding. “Though, I do appreciate you acknowledging me as your owner.”

At the sight of the condescending grin, Kaminaga’s chortles had softened and he grew disheartened as Miyoshi began to reach for his bag.

“I had no idea you were into role-play.” He replied with a seductive air, lowering his tone sheepishly and pressing a hand firmly against the mirror. “Are you sure I’m your average, domesticated...and tamed canine? I thought you liked it rough...”

“What makes you think it’s an act?” Miyoshi taunted in mockery as Kaminaga drew near, draping his hot breath that only continued to fuel Miyoshi’s unrelenting anticipation. Unfortunately, however, he hadn’t a moment to waste and he’d already spent far too much on his guiling boyfriend—one who was more than aware of every whim to relent to. “...Just be a good boy until I get back.”

“As if you could chain me down.” Kaminaga challenged cunningly, frowning inconspicuously as Miyoshi was running his fingers into his hair as though he were a mere puppy and smirking coyly all the same. Even so, Kaminaga foolishly enraptured in the sweetened touch like that of a child.

Taking cautions in his steps, Miyoshi then pressed himself sternly against Kaminaga in a testing motion and grinned in pleasure at the dismayed reaction. His fingers were devilishly toying at Kaminaga’s chest and he was humming softly as he threatened to venture lower, adoring the silent gasp that managed to grace him. He was murmuring sweet nothings through a flirtatious torment, daring not to break away from Kaminaga’s gaze and just scarcely leaning into his unrivaled temptation.

“Then we’ll just have to wait and see now, won’t we?”

#joker game #kamimiyo #I totally could've written this sooner but njknkjbkjbkjb

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KamiMiyo|HataJitsu; Enrapturing Presence [1/3]

Series: Joker Game

Pairing: KamiMiyo & HataJitsu (You’ll see more of the latter in next chapters)

Rating: T

Word Count: 10330

Summary: The art of gift giving was no simple task. Even more so when Miyoshi was up against Kaminaga, and still had to deal with the looming affections between Hatano and Jitsui.

I’ll only be posting the first part on tumblr since I don’t wanna spam haha read the rest on AO3 ^^;;;;;

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Chapter One: Amused Bouche

The streets of Tokyo were bustling come nightfall and adorned with a decorative array of white lights that illuminated the city, falling from every tree branch in sight. As anticipation for the upcoming festivities of Christmas only grew more urgent with every jingle and swaying notion, anxious consumers were gathering relentlessly at the shopping district in search of that perfect gift; no matter the price range. Miyoshi, however, was frowning inconspicuously as he stood at the crosswalk amidst the busy crowd and could feel without a single gander that Kaminaga was eyeing him with a mischievous grin; one that was more daunting than it was charming. Cautiously, he swiveled the cold drink in his hand as Kaminaga clutched onto his arm and brought him closer; the sleeve of his jacket that brushed up against the younger man ardently.

“Don’t say it.” Miyoshi uttered without sparing his boyfriend a single glance and ambled onwards at the sound of the traffic light, dragging Kaminaga forward in an attempt to waver his insatiable whims.

“Aww...but I think you want me to~!” Kaminaga mused with an immediate delight that only resonated in further teasing, as he continued to saunter alongside him and haughtily snickered.

Miyoshi merely scoffed in response as he was huddled closer to Kaminaga and away from the sea of strangers on their way throughout the lively evening, naturally sharing body heat. Grimacing, he snuck a peek at the one who was smiling lavishly, much to his dismay and innately rolled his eyes at the knowing stare; a stare that was determined to formulate a semblance of defeat from him. Heaving a sigh, he took a idle sip from the matcha white chocolate frappuccino that Kaminaga was so insistent about him trying and bit back the amused smile. He wouldn’t dare give him the pleasure of being right. Kaminaga was a bit too fond of trying the seasonal drinks that Starbucks offered and Miyoshi evidently found himself dragged into the occasion, with no means of escape from that endearing grin. He supposed, however, that there was no harm in sharing the sporadic and tasteful recommendation from his far too festive enthused lover. It would be deafeningly silent if it weren’t for Kaminaga’s contagious laughter after all.

“I think...I want you to finish this.” Miyoshi drawled and pressed the drink to Kaminaga’s lips, before he could grace him with but another loving whine.

There was a child-like chuckle being emitted throughout the air and Kaminaga graciously took the frappuccino into his mouth, observing the poker face drawn on Miyoshi’s face in enamourment. Humming as he parted from the drink and mixed the remainder with the straw ever so frivolously, he glimpsed at Miyoshi again and was grinning when they locked eyes.

“You couldn’t even last through the amuse bouche.” Kaminaga mustered at last and feigned a state of innocence; though, he was ultimately unable to conceal his victorious laugh.

It was just a few weeks ago when there was the opening of a new French-Japanese restaurant, famed with michelin stars and gushed about ardently through news reports and word of mouth. Though Miyoshi’s attention was naturally piqued with every affectionate gander about the new establishment, he did little to show for it and subtly brought the topic up during a date. He wasn’t one to turn down the promise of a refined palate and he willfully mentioned this to Kaminaga, who would also entertain the thought without hesitations. The restaurant, unfortunately, that was booked weeks in advance was everything short of passable.

“Then I suppose you were savouring the blackfish, by not eating it at all?” Miyoshi challenged in taunts as the words rolled off his tongue, and chuckled in recollection of the daunting memory of their supposed ‘meal’.

Regardless of its thoroughly sauteed state and accompaniment in an oyster stew, the dish tasted of insufficient harmony with the distinctly foul array of flavours and overcooked consistency. The plate was evidently wasted as such an oily fish was well-known for its health benefits. Despite this, it became painfully transparent that the more beneficial decision would be to leave after a single bite. Not to mention the ravioli that was drenched in a revolting drizzle, deemed as an edible sauce for the appetizer. The pair naturally grew far too fearful to stay a moment longer and grimaced at the unfathomable thought of simple pastries becoming a one-way ticket to the hospital.

“Mhmm,” Kaminaga continued, ignoring Miyoshi’s distasteful (but very honest) retort and pressed onwards to taunt the loving actions that he basked in. “and you went out of your way to my workplace, on the opposite side of Roppongi if I may add—”

“We had a reservation.” Miyoshi chimed in and averted his gander; a faint blush being drawn on his visage.

Indulging in the frappuccino sparingly when it was planted against his face again, Kaminaga grinned as he cleansed his palate from the rather unappetizing dinner and rested his gaze upon Miyoshi who subtly met his line of sight. Perhaps Starbucks wasn’t exactly the gourmet meal they intended to feast on, but it was much more satisfying to feast his eyes on Miyoshi, who affectionately showed up at his office with an air of unhindered excitement in the midst of his bashfulness. Even more so when he could tease Miyoshi about it, ever so ardently.

At the semblance of Miyoshi muttering something along the lines of the possibility of the older man appearing late for the dinner that they anticipated for many weeks, Kaminaga’s fingertips traveled downwards and stopped as they grazed onto Miyoshi’s palm within his jacket pocket gently. Miyoshi turned to face Kaminaga as he pressed the straw to his lips in an orderly fashion, eyeing Kaminaga curiously and took in more of the mildly bittersweet flavour of the frappuccino in his mouth when they reached the train station. Abruptly clutching onto his hand, Kaminaga pulled Miyoshi to the side of the vacant ticket machines and away from the crowds; faced with a furrowed brow and floundering gape.

“Admit it, Miyoshi.” Kaminaga began and carefully caressed Miyoshi’s cheek with his palm. He entertained the thought of having Miyoshi confess to bringing him to a unpleasant means of eatery, but there was a much more important matter in his hand. “You missed me.”

Miyoshi momentarily came to a standstill as Kaminaga’s words ghosted upon his lips and pushed the drink to his boyfriend’s mouth again at the sight of an onlooker, steadily moving away to approach the ticket gates with a Suica card in hand. Kaminaga fumbled with the drink that was just scarcely in his grasp when Miyoshi left him alone and blinked in confusion; an involuntary murmur escaping him as if he were still processing Miyoshi’s bashful demeanour. Glimpsing at the stranger who diverted Miyoshi’s attention and back at the one who was supposed to be holding his hand, but was instead looking rather vexed at the opposite side of the turnstiles, Kaminaga could only chuckle as he made his way back to him. Miyoshi’s affections were only meant for his eyes alone after all.

Sucking on the remainder of the drink avidly, Kaminaga tugged onto Miyoshi’s hands to draw him near and crinkled his brow when they made eye contact. Parting from the frappuccino, Kaminaga cautiously traced the corner of his lips with his finger and before Miyoshi could berate him for even insinuating that there was an imperfection, Kaminaga planted an abrupt kiss without any hesitations. Laughing ardently from the surprised moan that came to pass when they separated, he watched as Miyoshi heaved a sigh and timidly adjusted his fringe for a frivolous reason. Miyoshi knew better than to fall for Kaminaga’s childlike notions when he’d been constantly checking his reflection from his smartphone and yet, he found himself willingly obliging nonetheless.

“Christmas is coming up and you still haven’t told me what you want. So how about me instead?” Kaminaga questioned teasingly with a glimmer in his eyes as the train arrived at the station, and toyed with the straw in his mouth.

Miyoshi bit back a snort and grinned to himself, before facing Kaminaga again with that alluring smirk of his; seeping with an air of arrogance.

“I much prefer gifts that I don’t already own.”

Kaminaga could only stare back dumbfounded as he was graced with a familiar snicker and met the taunting eyes with a daring gleam; a growing blush plastered upon his face. The flirting between the pair was just a means of stalling and buying time after all. Neither of the two would dare back down in pleasuring the other through any methods possible. Not even in the art of gift giving.

“I’ll accept that.” Kaminaga murmured and closed the distance between them as the train doors opened to release its passengers; his eyes that were provoking Miyoshi to push onwards in mockery. “My presence is a gift after all.”

Miyoshi didn't bother to suppress the incoming scoff from Kaminaga’s actions this time and innately rolled his eyes, stepping into the vehicle alone as his boyfriend was left to chuckle all by his lonesome. Nearly thinking otherwise, he grasped onto Kaminaga’s hand to pull him onto the train before the doors shut close; adoring the subtle gasp of bewilderment that was offered to him. Kaminaga snickered softly as he was pressed up against Miyoshi in a single motion, knowing there was no reason to be surprised with that ever so familiar smirk looking back.

Clutching onto the handle from above as the train was only growing more congested, Kaminaga snaked an arm around Miyoshi’s waist inconspicuously; peering at the younger man in suspicions when he leaned into his touch. Miyoshi was paying him no heed as the monorail steadily transferred to another stop and though his attention was averted at a television screen, it was rather evident that he wasn’t fixated at the screen at all. His lips were curved ever so subtly and his gaze held a fascination that spoke volumes. Kaminaga was certain that Miyoshi was aware of his actions that were being watched and he found himself hesitating to brush against his shoulder to break his focus. Miyoshi basked in captivating others from his mere existence alone, so naturally, Kaminaga expected to be gifted another condescending grin. Though, Miyoshi didn’t waver this time. He was far too busy scheming to do so.

“Should we play a game?” Miyoshi spoke softly and at the exact moment that Kaminaga opened his mouth to interject in the deafening silence, faltering to the bright eyes that never failed to provoke him.

Cautiously, Kaminaga allowed a beat to pass as the train announcer nearly overpowered the gentle murmur and he merely hummed in response. Miyoshi met his eyes when they reached their destination and raised his brow in taunts, for Kaminaga was far too transparent to conceal that he did in fact hear what was said to him.

“A game? Aren’t we always playing games?” Kaminaga teasingly uttered at last, and latched his arm around Miyoshi’s when they stepped off the vehicle; lavishing in the endearing chuckle that Miyoshi graced him with. Not that he minded their games, of course.

“In terms of presents this year. Only the most impressive gift will suffice.” Miyoshi continued and frowned when Kaminaga separated from him at the turnstile. The older man was fumbling with his jacket pocket in search of his Suica card, instead of clutching onto his boyfriend who was growing peeved.

Hastily scanning the card onto the machine and returning the pass to where it once was, Kaminaga playfully fluttered his fingers as he approached Miyoshi at the exit; coaxing him to hold his hand. Miyoshi paused ephemerally to entertain the thought and gradually intertwined Kaminaga’s hand with his own, before speaking again. The sheepish blush plastered upon Miyoshi’s face was well worth the array of frowns he was graced with from the entirety of the day, and selfishly, Kaminaga basked in every single one.

“The only rule is no hints; no indications or gestures of any kind,” There was a murmur of amusement parting from Kaminaga’s lips at the utter of a heightened challenge and he smirked at the evident loophole. Though, Miyoshi naturally anticipated as such and mockingly interjected him with a haughty grin. “and that same rule also applies to red herrings.”

Half-expecting him to whine, Miyoshi grew eager when he heard the sound of Kaminaga’s affectionate hum and felt the tightened hold of his hand that he returned without hesitation.

It was the season of giving and yet, not being gifted a single clue as to what to present the other was so unbecoming of—unbecoming of shortcuts and boresome quintessentials. It was far more enthralling to challenge an insatiable lover to a sensual game for two.

“Would that make the winner the one who loves the other the most?” Kaminaga halted at the corner of the street to toss away the empty cup and draw his boyfriend near, tilting Miyoshi’s chin upwards with a taunting gaze as the words danced off his tongue in a gentle motion. “Will it be you, Miyo?”

As they were constantly competing with each other since childhood, such games bared no such surprises to them. They lavished in all sorts of entertaining wiles to outdo the other. Even so, Miyoshi had but the faintest inkling that Kaminaga would be more than willing to lose on purpose. He longed to hear more of Miyoshi’s raw affections and despite the nearly bashful state Miyoshi sometimes found himself in from Kaminaga’s presence alone, he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. Neither was Kaminaga and Miyoshi would most definitely see to that.

“I’ve always reigned supreme, so I don’t see why not.” Miyoshi proclaimed and softened his stare from one of arrogance to a gaze of enamourment; the touch of Kaminaga’s lips on his quivering wrist that made certain of the growing blush on his face, and the intent stare that was far too entitled.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Kaminaga spoke in a hushed murmur when he released his hold on Miyoshi and captured his lips with a hasty peck. “if not me.”

Subtly averting his gaze for a moment too long when they parted, Miyoshi clutched onto Kaminaga’s warm hand and pulled him into the nearby supermarket; prior to provoking him but a single time more. They hadn’t had a proper dinner as of yet, and he wasn’t about to let Kaminaga’s haughty gape eat him alive.

“Let’s play then.”

This was but an amuse bouche to what was waiting beneath the gift wrap—and how amusing it was to unwrap a present of affectionate ganders. Surely, one did not love the other as much as the former. Though, it was rather evident that that was not the case at all.

Unfortunately, as the days that trickled by towards the faithful Christmas Eve were drawing near; without even the faintest semblance of what to offer the ever so demanding boyfriend who already had everything, Kaminaga had somehow found himself at Shibuya 109. He was evidently dumbfounded that it was the ungodly hour of ten in the morning—on his off day, and with Jitsui no less. He felt as though he could just scarcely muster the strength to keep his eyes open from the tiring work day he’d experienced, and was naturally more motivated in fear of Miyoshi’s wrath. Nearly stumbling into people on the daily commute as he forced himself awake with a charming and apologetic grin at every glimmer of concern, he finally made it off the train and could eye Jitsui who was conversing with a nonchalant air to a timid girl; bowing her head and shying away when she parted from him. Cautiously approaching when Jitsui’s expression almost immediately grew vexed at the sight of the older man, Kaminaga grimaced and greeted him with a subdued attempt to beg for mercy.

“She’s cute.” Kaminaga noted in spite of the menacing smile he was faced with, as he glimpsed at the figure leaving and back at Jitsui; finishing off with a teasing whistle.

“You have a boyfriend.” Jitsui reprimanded in mocking gesture and subtly adjusted the cuff of his sleeve. He eyed the woman again and his gaze gave away an instantaneous disappointment that took Kaminaga by surprise. “I’m not interested in someone with a heightened and fictitious demeanour. It’s beneath me.”

Kaminaga paused for a fleeting moment and was able to put two and two together when he took notice of the bag in her grasp. It had the company logo that Jitsui worked under and she appeared to be a trainee. He briefly recalled Hatano mentioning someone like that through a text and softened the curious expression that was encircled on his visage. Surely, a woman with similar interests to Jitsui would fascinate him even for an ephemeral time period, but it began to dawn on him that perhaps she was attempting to woo him with a fake persona. Unfortunately, Jitsui’s aspirations of torture techniques did not involve venturing himself with a lowly chameleon and it was merely her state of mind that he found intriguing. He was a sadist—or a tyrant if you will; not a masochist. It was consequently far too evident that he found the latter to be quite pathetic, as he did her from a single gander. If she had done her research beforehand, she would’ve known that Jitsui was not one for boresome pastimes of taking pity on office flies. Especially the type that merely squirm in a closed container with nothing unique to show for themselves. He already had an interest with a certain someone who fit his criteria and Kaminaga wasted no time in drawing it out of him.

“Someone more on your level then? The one you’re interested in really is beneath you though,” Kaminaga drawled with a knowing stare and Jitsui scowled in response when he continued. “in a sense.”

Truthfully, Kaminaga knew better than to make height jokes when faced with the pinnacle of Satan himself. Jitsui, however, would more than likely have mercy on him with Hatano in the equation. Teasing was but a form of blatant endearment and Jitsui constantly projected that on Hatano, much to Kaminaga’s delight and the latter’s agitation. It was becoming rather unbearable to watch over the pair as it was far too evident that they were dancing around their feelings and just touching upon them, before backing away likewise to bashful school children. It was to the point that Kaminaga would often more than not, find himself entertaining the thought of forcing them together; little by little.

Rashly, he chose to then fixate his grave concerns into coaxing Miyoshi for the past few weeks in need of an assisted intervention between Hatano and Jitsui. The subtle glimpses, prolonged grazes of skin to skin contact and playful banter spoke far too loudly on its own after all. As reluctant as Miyoshi was for what appeared to be an eternity, he ultimately graced his boyfriend with approval at the utter of a scheming game. Kaminaga innately put his wager on Jitsui, for he and Miyoshi got along far too well for him to disregard the possibility that the plan could fall into disarray; a chilling team effort to torture him and he was nearly certain that Jitsui was more aware of his feelings than Hatano was. Unfortunately, Miyoshi seemed to dote on Hatano and they also got along reasonably well, with disregard to Miyoshi's tendencies of lovingly taunting Hatano to no avail. Moreover, Hatano’s hot-headed notions could prove difficult on Miyoshi and that had made the decision all the more simple. Miyoshi wasn’t one for child’s play, in spite of the fact that the pair at hand were more childlike than they’d be willing to admit. Hatano was a challenge that could be coaxed in mere moments. Regardless, nearly nothing came close to the thrilling feat of competition and the couple would continue to use this game to woo both the unlikely pairing and their arrogant lover. Not that they were keeping score in all honesty.

“...You’re 48 minutes late.” Jitsui crudely stated at the sight of Kaminaga drifting onwards into the realm of his mind, with a look that appeared to be rather bewildered and Jitsui then ignored the contemptuous remark; his gaze looming shortly after on the ticking watch on his wrist. He could easily get his revenge in more cruel manners—once he wasn’t glaring down the person in question, who was in desperate need of his support.

“Ah...but it’s so early. Marukyu opens at ten, doesn’t it?” Kaminaga murmured and scratched the back of his head in habit; his eyes meeting the vexing stare on Jitsui’s face and immediately snickered.

“I suspected as much and no, I didn’t wait long. Thank you for asking.” Jitsui responded in blatant sarcasm, turning on his heels after he rolled his eyes at the pitiful image before him.

Kaminaga was the one who had to work around Jitsui's schedule, so naturally, torture was best done bright and early in the morning when Kaminaga was far too groggy to function well; mind fixated on his insatiable boyfriend and unable to attend to his own whims. Jitsui had already predicted that Kaminaga would've came at his own convenience after all and strategically timed his appearance accordingly. He had in actuality arrived a mere ten minutes ago and was pleasantly surprised to meet Kaminaga earlier than expected. He was growing weary, however, that this was more than just a hunt for Miyoshi's gift and found his fingers typing on his phone; more often than not. Kaminaga too was a bit of a trickster beneath the playful facade he loved to adorn.

“It’s not like I could’ve asked anyone else, you know?” Kaminaga noted and smiled when he caught up to the younger man who had donned a face of peculiar amusement in his misery, glimpsing subtly at the stores they sauntered by when Kaminaga continued on with a coy grin. “Your similarities are frightening...but advantageous.”

Jitsui raised his brow at the backhanded compliment and paused for a moment to glance back at the man beside him; the strange smile that was oddly contagious and had made its way to his lips as well.

“Except, I don’t have a boyfriend as a charity case.”

Kaminaga merely snorted at the crude remark and edged closer to him as he casually skimmed at the outer merchandise from the brands they came across. This was Jitsui, so naturally he’d only predicted such a fond welcoming and grew nearly fearful at the evil arising when he was corresponding with Miyoshi. It was rather unfortunate that such adoring faces were often scheming amongst one another. However, as much as he loved Miyoshi, gandering at the various stores only reminded him of the sometimes intriguing fashion choices his boyfriend made and doubtfully, he couldn’t bare to see it again.

“Sweet as always, I see.” Kaminaga managed as he nearly shuddered from the unsettling thoughts and was graced with a warm beam that evidently spoke of otherwise. Observing with a subtle hesitance, he decide to coax Jitsui further and subdue his bitter charms. It was all in good aspirations that the younger man was truly present to prove of assistance and not of utter doom. Kaminaga was hopeful that it was the former, as Miyoshi too was in the equation and teasingly tested him with a dubious air. “When have I ever asked anything of you?”

“And I’m grateful for every moment you don’t.” Jitsui immediately retorted without allowing a beat to pass, as though he’d naturally anticipated such a redundant goad. Snickering at the abrupt response, Kaminaga found himself musing in pleasant surprise that Jitsui seemed to be rather agitated and he was innately determined to find out why.

Oddly enough, there was soon silence emitting as Kaminaga then hummed at the undermining dismissal, recalling a menacing time period in his life of when he did in fact make such a request. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he pursed his lips in worry for the memory of Jitsui’s corporation tax that was far too daunting in the end.

“Well, actually I did ask a few times...” Kaminaga gradually admitted, taking precautions as the words rolled off of his tongue and anxiously cleared his throat as he finished the remark.

Jitsui averted his focus onto Kaminaga once the mumble had registered and smiled far too sweetly to be genuine, inherently becoming quite too sinister to lay his eyes on any longer. Such an occurrence was even more vivid and apparent to Jitsui, as Kaminaga felt himself begin to perspire in a sudden anguish. Even for a common doujinshi artist like himself, Jitsui too had difficulties in meeting the deadlines for the events with his rabid fan base. This often resulted in dictating the help from his friends through only the kindest ultimatums and means of blackmail, gifting such volunteers with bruised wrists and wallowing eye bags. It was the only way he knew how to when he was juggling classes and a part-time job as a student. He soon learned, however, that friendship could never be forsaken. He thus indulged in such compassion when his inbox was seeping out reminders of the upcoming deadline from the very irritated organizers. Alas, friendship was but a beautiful wonder.

“I’m sure you enjoyed yourself every time.” Jitsui chortled with a contrite air, typing away on his phone in ease. Though, that wasn’t to say that he was only a tyrant to the most forgiving people. He too made certain to show his gratitude more often than not for his time consuming hobby, and willingly obliged to join their social excursions with much delight. They naturally didn’t even have to ask for Jitsui had already acknowledged them with a distinct sweetness; one that was akin to his adoring face, and matched him well unlike his deriding persona. It was the least he could do when such notions introduced him to a most intriguing young man.

At the sound of Kaminaga’s huff of breath that resonated of defeat and utter distraught, Jitsui redirected his focus and raised his brow to the concerning man beside him. Kaminaga was fumbling with his fingertips unknowingly so, blindly searching with his eyes at the array of stores in his vicinity. He then fixated at his hair senselessly, preening at it and glimpsing upon his phone screen for a reflection of his appearance before putting it away sluggishly. His frivolous effort to alter his exterior made no difference, and he then registered at last that Jitsui was gandering at him with a rare unease. Widening his eyes upon realization, Kaminaga immediately found himself chuckling in embarrassment and diverted his gaze.

“...I’m up against a wall here, Jitsui, and not in the hot Miyoshi kind of way either.” Kaminaga asserted with an air of nonchalance, teasingly grinning as he did so. Even so, it was rather evident that he was at a loss as to what to gift his insatiable boyfriend who had everything.

Jitsui merely crinkled his brow at the abrupt jest and paused as though he were baffled; a mirthless snicker seeping out in turn. Not that it was news in actuality that Kaminaga did at times prefer to be dominated by Miyoshi. Hesitating for a scarce moment and chuckling all by his lonesome, Kaminaga returned the perplexed stare as Jitsui was now laughing. Nothing was more daunting than Jitsui’s scornful amusement after all, and that menacing smile was but the most blatant hint.

“Wouldn’t that make Miyoshi the wall if you’re competing against him? Do you not enjoy being pressed up on him after all?” Jitsui taunted ever so sardonically and visibly began to text the one in question with an entertained glimmer. Feigning a scandalized gasp that worked in conjunction with his mocking tone of voice, Jitsui pressed onwards when Kaminaga became aware of the continued threat and he then attempted to pulverise Jitsui’s daring motion. “Oh, what would Miyoshi think if he were to hear such an offense from his ungrateful boyfriend?”

“W-What? No, Jitsui don’t text him that!! Of course, I enjoy his walls.” Kaminaga stammered in defeat as he was unsuccessful in probing Jitsui’s phone away, but halted all the more. The tilted smirk on Jitsui’s lips was emitting playful jests after all and was quite innocent in this state. Jitsui, however, took note of Kaminaga’s mischievous change in voice from his last remark and prepared to brace himself for the most daunting of humour. “Whether he's being tsundere or blatantly on his knees, when push comes to shove."

Jitsui merely paused in his gestures to throw Kaminaga an irked stare of absolutely no intrigue, rolling his eyes in an inconspicuous motion. Surely this was information and unearthly imagery he needed not of, under any circumstance. As the younger man tossed aside his intentions of toying at Kaminaga through his phone, he paid heed to the haughty grin that began to flounder within mere moments.

"But the wall isn’t as great as you make it sound. I’m not a masochist; even I can’t stand losing.” Kaminaga anxiously whined; a pout donned on his lips that seeped of utter distraught. He was frowning much like a child and Jitsui nearly felt sympathetic. He knew Miyoshi far too well and was quite aware of just how difficult he was to impress, though, that did naught to pulverise his incoming taunts against Kaminaga.

“I find that hard to believe. Is losing not the same whilst sitting down?” Jitsui commented with derision riding off his tongue, and snickered in satisfaction from the agitated groan he received in turn. Kaminaga could only sigh in unwilling acceptance as their similarities were astounding, and the very endearing Miyoshi would more than likely utter the same contemptuous joke. Despite his aggravated state, that was all the more reason to enlist in Jitsui’s help.

Glimpsing at the device in hand, Jitsui had a delighted hum escaping him as he took advantage of Kaminaga’s diverted focus to tease him with a cruel text to his unknowing boyfriend. Miyoshi would naturally think nothing odd of the sort. Kaminaga, however, was much different.

“Kaminaga isn’t enthralled by your charms anymore. He must’ve overdosed and gone numb.” Pausing for but a moment more, Jitsui fumbled with his fingers in the midst of his nearly exhilarated air and curved his lips in mockery before adding on a crude suggestion; adorned subtly with an uplifting kaomoji. “Dump him (๑꒪▿꒪)* ” As the condescending grin was residing on his mouth, he then nudged at Kaminaga who was glancing at a clothing rack and taunted the outgoing message to his face. “...and sent.”

“Jitsui!!!” Kaminaga scolded in bemusement, slapping a hand to his own countenance in disbelief. Surrendering to such torturous wiles, he huffed a dismayed breath and grimaced for he was now pleading in his pitiful state of mind. “...I’ll treat you after this, I promise.”

Seemingly satisfied, Jitsui hummed in approval and nodded his head as they ambled onwards. He had a mischievous gander donned on his visage and Kaminaga could only stare back with a vexed air, sighing relentlessly.

“Your misery is barely an appetizer but I know you don’t take rejection well, so I’ll oblige this once.” Jitsui affirmed with a distinct delight, smiling softly as he grew fascinated with a text in hand.

Jitsui’s soft exterior was a rather fearsome asset, as Kaminaga was then coaxed from the supposedly pleasant notion to speak again in a playful manner; observing cautiously when Jitsui was fumbling with his phone in discretion. He was hopeful that Jitsui was texting Hatano and he was also most certainly craving a taste of revenge.

“So~ prove it…! Isn’t there a gain in this?”

“What would I gain from proving myself to you? There isn’t even the semblance of a need to.” Jitsui pursed his lip and didn’t avert his attention away from the device, replying to the older man ever so charmingly. However, he soon found himself frozen in his tracks when Kaminaga taunted at him in glee with that daunting stare of his.

“Hatano. That’s what.” Kaminaga smirked in arrogance at Jitsui’s focus that was innately drawn near and didn’t bother to stifle the haughty chuckle that escaped him. Nonchalantly straying his eyes from the grimacing intrigue drawn upon Jitsui’s visage, he heaved an impish breath and pushed onwards with a nearly solemn tone of voice. “He’s been wondering about you these days. Why you’re even more of a bastard than usual.”

“Should I take offence to that understatement?” Though his voice was steadily keeping a disdainful air as each word rolled off his dry lips, Kaminaga could also sense a scarce anxiety emitting from Jitsui. All the more curious, he faltered for a fleeting moment in hesitations.

Despite the initial urge to utilize the two in a game, he was certain that that wasn’t his true reasoning for bringing the pair together at all. It was merely a means to coax Miyoshi sooner than later, for Miyoshi wasn't one to meddle with relationships. Kaminaga, however, had an inkling that perhaps his boyfriend doted on the two more than he’d ever admit; thus, concluding with leaving them be. He had to agree that Miyoshi evidently did have a point, as per usual. Even so, it was but a subtle push that could provoke them in the right direction and he wasn’t about to fall victim to Miyoshi’s schemes again if his trump card was in play. His pride undoubtedly wouldn’t let him live it down if otherwise, and he was nearly certain that those prolonged gazes were the key to his success. Not to mention Hatano’s various nuances and change of demeanour at the mention of Jitsui’s name. He hadn’t chosen Jitsui as his player for tomfoolery alone, after all.

“Maybe.” Kaminaga spoke again with a hushed whisper as his fingers tugged at a store garment that seemingly piqued his interest, and Jitsui was observing his smartphone in impatience with furrowed brows. Pulling away from the fabric, he led Jitsui out of the boutique and smiled with a victorious glimmer in his eyes when he continued at a torturous rate. “He’s been hanging around this cutie at his café often. Serving off menu desserts to non-paying customers. Intriguing, isn’t it?”

Knowingly so, Kaminaga elongated the words as they fluttered off his lips; mimicking a sense of apprehension with every undermining second that passed them by. There was but the faintest semblance of concern from the twitching lips and distressed eyes that were in refusal to face the teasing stare, and Jitsui had at last took a quivering breath. Kaminaga nearly halted in his tracks as the intent look that feasted itself on him soon became devious, and he held back the frightened gulp that would betray his intentions.

“Not as intriguing as you struggling to find a gift and confiding in me. Even if it’s Miyoshi, wouldn’t you know best since you’ve known each other from childhood? You even live together. Are you stupid?” Jitsui cruelly spewed after heartily laughing with disdain and strayed his attention to his phone screen at the new notification for but a passing second

Normally, one would expect to go numb in the ears from the level of contempt that mustered from Jitsui once he opened his mouth, and his misleading exterior that was far too sweet on the eyes. Even more so when Jitsui gifted that angelic grin that was a heeded warning to escape. Kaminaga, however, was rather indifferent as he'd known the younger man for quite some time now and was masochistically willing to strive onwards. He too began to challenge his friend when his lips had tilted from the shuddering insecurity to a now enthralled grin. That was the reaction he was vouching for after all.

“So you are intrigued~! Well,” Kaminaga took a dramatic pause and followed his eyes back at Jitsui who was looking up from the device in bemusement, and stared at him with teasing brows before continuing again. “you know how he is. So demanding when he already has everything and yet, he comes home with something new to instigate me with.” Jitsui averted his focus completely at this and took note of the boastful hand gestures that idly dropped in turn with his defeated demeanour. Kaminaga was possibly at his breaking point and Jitsui innately took pleasure in picking at the older man with derisions. “Jitsui~ there must be something he’s been telling you.”

Torturing aside, Jitsui was slightly adjusting a stray hair that fell upon his face as he contemplated if the thought he was entertaining was actually pity. Dropping his shoulders and chuckling to himself as a result, he glanced back at Kaminaga who appeared to be in concern from the rare smile of sincerity that he graced him with. As they turned a corner and were greeted with a new array of establishments to wander through in their search, Jitsui’s strides grew leisurely and he looked elsewhere in bewilderment from the motion that was yet to occur.

“He questions his life decisions often—meaning you, of course.” Kaminaga feigned a gaze of displeasure at the deafening remark and dramatically covered his mouth as if on cue. It was evidently wasted however, as Jitsui’s attention was elsewhere yet again and his voice nearly sounded humane. “Miyoshi isn’t hard to figure out. It’s rather simple, so get it through your thick head. If he already has everything he wants, then what he doesn’t...is not yet in his possession.”

“Jitsui, hold on—”

“Please shut up, Kaminaga, and think like Miyoshi.”

Kaminaga furrowed his brow at the interjection and threw Jitsui a baffled stare, uncertain of where his notions lay. Faltering for but a moment more, he took note of the agitated expression that was burning a hole into him and heaved a sigh. It was as though the answer was as blatant as Jitsui projected and yet, he couldn't help but think otherwise. Miyoshi did bask in taking him by surprise; this should be no different. Anticipating Miyoshi’s notions had no longer proved difficult after remaining by his side for so many years. Naturally so, it thus became seemingly evident that Miyoshi was more transparent than he’d be willing to admit. Regardless, this was just another one of their games that they played on a daily basis and he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t enthralled.

“Predict what it is that draws his attention near. If he doesn’t know that he wants it, then he obviously won’t attain it.” Jitsui murmured with his focus falling back on Kaminaga and eyed him in bewilderment; the older man merely humming in response.

It’d be no fun if not for the challenges and surely, Miyoshi would be amused if Kaminaga were to have his way with him more often than not. At least, he was hopeful that was the case. He hated to lose; even to Miyoshi.

“So you’re saying...that if I can find something that he doesn’t know he wants and make it desirable come Christmas Eve...” Kaminaga mused and turned his line of sight elsewhere. Frowning inconspicuously, he was looking at his phone screen in dread for Miyoshi seemed to have purchased but another great gift for himself; one that was supposedly unrivaled.

Jitsui nodded ever so slowly with a sly grin when the words finally registered with Kaminaga, and rolled his eyes when he was gifted a gracious chuckle in naivety. If Kaminaga was this simple to fool, then he couldn’t even imagine the amount of fun that would entail Hatano if he were to be successful in stringing Miyoshi along. Lovers evidently did grow alike and Miyoshi was definitely a difficult target to play with. Not that Kaminaga and Miyoshi were the only ones who enjoyed games. Jitsui merely had a preference towards the type that involved torture; all in good fun, of course.

“Miyoshi must be a saint for putting up with you. Fortunately, I am not.” Jitsui took a huff after muttering only the most kindest of words and picked up his pace, sauntering away from Kaminaga and idly messaging on his phone as a result. “Now, enlighten me about this self-serving entity that has goaded Hatano and just maybe...I won’t charge you for my valuable time.”

Kaminaga nearly snorted at the seeping emotions that were making themselves acknowledged, following behind in a much deserving and amused fashion. His plan had begun to roll in motion after all; Jitsui was but a fearsome army of devilish charms, roused in envy.

It was Miyoshi’s move next.

A gentle ring resonated from the bells as patrons ambled through the front door of the cafe, bowing subtly at the lively greeting with beaming grins and gracious thank yous. The young waitress immediately strolled towards the group of women that were gently brushing the touch of snow that fell upon their clothing, adjusting her apron slightly from behind as she appeared before them. After confirming the necessary seating arrangements, she directed them to their table that was just by the window and crossed paths with Hatano, who had just finished cleaning a nearby chair; welcoming the ladies politely before leaving for the kitchen. Hatano glimpsed at the memo pad in hand and reaffirmed the order as he sauntered, pausing to eye a regular customer at his usual spot. There was still steam rising from the freshly brewed glass of honey milk tea sitting upon the wooden surface and the individual maintained his focus onto the drawing tablet in his grasp, adjusting the pen pressure to create darker lines on his work.

Huffing an aggravated breath, Hatano made his way into the back and murmured a personal request to a doting chef, after reporting the order to the others; a hearty chuckle gracing his ears at the motion. Coyly returning the beam directed at him when his hair was ruffled with lovingly, he muttered aloud in agitation and whisked an array of ingredients; leaving the batter to thicken when he was satisfied. Avidly watching the time on his watch as he took care of other priorities, he then took note of the plates that were ready to be served and redirected them to the awaiting customers.

Taking a glimpse at the more than familiar man who was sipping his tea ever so gradually, Hatano's eyes soon followed the drawing that was coming together well and he teasingly whistled when he recognized the muse. As always, such skill was commendable and he was more than just impressed at each piece of work. Though, Hatano merely earned a pompous hum to which he could only scoff at in irritation. Miyoshi had been drawing the same man all week after all.

Hastily returning to the kitchen soon after, he poured the batter into a greased fryer and was thankful that the establishment had at least mellowed in terms of work during this time. Both the tea and the hotcakes in the making weren’t on the menu and he wasn’t actually a chef, but a part-time waiter. Flipping the now fluffy desserts when they grew golden, the pastries became ready to serve in mere minutes and he adorned them well with a dash of custard, freshly cut berries and a dallop of whip cream. He also included an embossed stamp of a rather cute cat; one that was quite popular among their female customers because he was a cheeky bastard. Not to mention that a certain artist should eat his words whole and his own kind in single decadent serving. He was more than boastful about his presentation skills and he displayed that through lavishly decorating the outer plate: a touch of icing sugar as though it were powdered snow, and a drizzle of strawberry sauce with only the most demeaning insult. Unfortunately, he had an inkling that this act of vengeance would somehow backfire on him.

Appearing before the scheming Miyoshi who had a taunting grin drawn on his visage as the dish was planted to the table, Hatano challenged him with an equally chilling smirk; daring him to push onwards. Miyoshi raised a brow as he took a gander at the pastry and nearly snorted at the words that were written with much ‘endearment’. Baka Bishonen was still a compliment if Hatano had acknowledged his unrivaled appearance and he presented his humble grace by taking a portion of whipped cream onto his fork, smearing the former word with the topping; thus, sampling the dessert in good modesty. As a fellow artist who too appreciated such masterful craftsmanship, he’d made certain to maintain the beauty of the presentation by savouring only the important parts. It’d be downright rude not to.

Hatano merely muttered words of disdain at the motion he easily expected and huffed an agitated breath. Growing vexed as Miyoshi took a bite of the hotcakes with a teasing hum, Hatano could only roll his eyes and watch; the state of being mocked by Miyoshi that wasn't an unfamiliar notion whatsoever.

“You do realize only paying customers get treated, right?” Hatano spewed in a low utter, cautious of others overhearing only the most pleasant of phrases that would earn him a raise and forced a bitter smile at Miyoshi's spiteful laugh. “Why am I the one treating you? You’re just taking up space with that prevalent ego of yours.”

Hastily grasping the half consumed glass of tea residing on the table, Hatano then indulged in it from the opposite end and lightly grinned at the still warm fluids; the flavouring that he was more than satisfied with. He did make it himself after all.

“And here I thought, you were finally growing to respect me and were abiding to my whims. I should’ve known better than to expect so much from Hatano.” Miyoshi retorted with an air of arrogance and stole the drink from Hatano's hold when it was lowered, nearly finishing the remains in mockery.

Not that Hatano would ever admit to it, but he soon found himself in worry over his close friend who had presented himself at his workplace after classes often; creating art pieces at an unnatural rate. Miyoshi wasn’t one for corner cafés, especially ones where he tasted every dish almost and had but a contemptuous comment for each of them. He was well aware that the mediocre standard of such an establishment, evidently was not michelin starred. The staff quickly grew familiar with him and left Hatano to serve him as the younger man had to spare his co-workers from Miyoshi’s acts of ‘kindness’. Even more so when he seemed anxious rather than spiteful, and because the food offered wasn’t to his standards, Hatano almost didn’t mind cooking for him when possible. It was the least he could do without losing face and have Miyoshi coaxed in a short period of time. In disregard of the hectic work week mixed between classes, he was thankful that he could watch over the prideful Miyoshi, who more than likely would not speak his mind. He was daresay concerned for Miyoshi’s quivering wrist that was blatantly overworked and paused to unravel why. Surely it was related to Kaminaga as he was the one on his canvas for the umpteenth time, yet again. Though, that did little to explain the rush Miyoshi always appeared to be in.

“Do I need to hear that from someone who’s dating a brainless idiot?” Hatano finally questioned and took a gander at the tablet screen. There was a visual of Kaminaga with a camera in his grasp, grinning cheekily; an image of Miyoshi displayed on a polaroid that was printed from the same camera. The line art had just been perfected and colours were scarcely blended on thus far. Though Hatano found the presentation charming, he had more pressing concerns. Miyoshi for one who was juggling school, work and visiting his café often was frightening to say the least.

“Does it compare to hearing it from someone who is a brainless idiot in love?” Miyoshi answered with a teasing look and cynical grin. He left but a few drops of tea in the glass and subtly toyed with another piece of cake, before offering the glass to Hatano in mockery. Even if he were in mild agreement, it was still insulting to hear disdain in regards to the one that mattered most. It was related to himself in the end and he couldn’t take being bad mouthed by Hatano of all people. Not when Hatano was so easy to rile up. “If these are compliments from the waiter, I don’t possibly have to return the favour when there’s nothing worth complimenting about you.”

Unamused, Hatano innately scowled as he watched the remains of tea swivel in Miyoshi’s clutch and bashfully accepted it; finishing the glass with a heavy breath. Miyoshi didn’t bother to hold back his laughter this time and took another bite of cake; a bare attempt to silence himself. Hatano’s antics were always so childlike and predictable that he was daresay, tolerable. Though, Hatano’s excuse was that he was tired from running around and he wouldn’t allow for his skillful tea brewing to be put to waste. Just as Miyoshi would’ve expected, of course.

“You’re a piece of shit.” Hatano remarked in agitation and placed the empty glass onto a nearby tray, halting abruptly to register the daunting mention of what was undeniably Jitsui. He wouldn’t even be fooling himself if he were to think otherwise, considering it was Miyoshi he was dealing with. The one who had nothing less than the utter means of provoking him to hell and back. “Wait...in love...?!?!”

Miyoshi glimpsed at him in suspicions and then in complete bewilderment. If Hatano was going to be this obvious, perhaps his victory over Kaminaga would not be so thrilling after all. Subtly eyeing the phone that was vibrating in Hatano’s pocket and his curious reaction, Miyoshi heaved a sigh and dared him with a procacious raise of his brow. Jitsui didn’t like being left to wait.

“...You’re slower than the service in this café. Have you slept lately?” Miyoshi mused before gracing him with a devious thought. The sudden pause had said it all and Hatano grimaced at the words that had yet to make it to his now numbed sense of hearing. He was lucky he hadn’t gone deaf from Miyoshi’s casually unsettling and narcissistic compliments about his face alone. “ ...Or were you up doing other things?”

“W-What are you insinuating?” Hatano immediately interjected with a prevalent blush plastered on his face; his hands that fell to his pocket and averted his gaze from Miyoshi’s knowing stare. Focusing his attention to his phone, he let out a perplexed murmur at the contents and bit his lip subtly; his eyes slightly widened and mouth just scarcely agape.

“That you’re not needed here anymore with your shift ending five minutes ago.” Miyoshi continued with a playful air and haughtily snickered as Hatano grumbled, eyeing the time on his watch in surprise. Running his fingers through his hair after putting away his phone and growing vexed, he met Miyoshi’s line of sight and failed to stifle the baffled grunt that escaped him as Miyoshi spoke again. “Though, that’s not the case with me. I always find you useful.”

Hatano faltered momentarily and furrowed his brow softly at the seemingly pleasant remark that Miyoshi gifted to him. He then grimaced at the smirk that was soon encircled on the older man’s face and naturally scowled. It became quite evident that the gentle tone of voice was indicative of otherwise and he then exhaled, as only Miyoshi would have the gall to do something like this. Hatano was certain that the mere ‘excitement’ was written all over his face, at the thought of being useful to Miyoshi. Rolling his eyes at the arrogant visage before him, he roughly grasped onto the empty plate and returned it to the tray; taking note of the silent hum that was meant as an act of graciousness. It would take much more than an entitled serving of tea and cake to force a semblance of acknowledgement from Miyoshi.

“...You did well. I’m sure he’d enjoy it.” Miyoshi abruptly remarked with a softened stare, and a seemingly genuine grin.

Hatano could only stammer in response, unsure of if this was but another ploy and merely mustered a blatant denial. Miyoshi’s smirk grew cunning and before he could attempt a proper retort, he was teasingly shooed away with a forceful push. Sighing, he found himself heeding the mocking request to his dismay. There would be another time to enact his revenge and prove Miyoshi wrong.

Ambling towards the kitchen with the serving tray in hand, Hatano took a final glimpse back at Miyoshi who was putting away his tablet and laptop into his bag; gently wiping the table for the irrelevant remains of crumbs when he finished. Such a notion wasn’t necessary of course, but even so, Hatano would much rather turn a blind eye and snort than show his gratitude to Miyoshi. Nonchalantly, he bowed his head to his fellow employees and took his leave; politely thanking them and changing out of his work attire.

Sauntering towards the front of the establishment with his personal bag donned over his shoulders and jacket adorned, Hatano eyed Miyoshi who was exchanging words with his manager; the older gentleman who was treating his friend with much respect. Before he could even utter a semblance of concern, the conversation was put to an end and he found himself outside in the cold; ambling alongside Miyoshi who was acting as though nothing of the sort had occurred. Not that Hatano would’ve expected anything less, of course.

“Jitsui and Kaminaga have been spending a lot of time together lately.” Hatano began as the silence was rather deafening and he had an intent gaze plastered on Miyoshi, uncertain of how he would react. Miyoshi must have had his reasons for appearing at his workplace so often and Hatano was determined to find out his reasonings through a bit of fun.

“Is that so?” Miyoshi paused for a moment before responding, observing as Hatano reacted anxiously from the notification of his phone. He was cautious as he opened the text message and Miyoshi pursed his lip in suspicions, ignoring whatever it was that Hatano was concealing from him. The subtle pink hue alone told him what he needed to know anyways.

“Jealous?” Hatano questioned abruptly to which Miyoshi hummed and parted his lips slightly, looking away before choosing to answer him; a sense of understanding consuming the older man. He wouldn’t allow the tables to be turned against his favour and the teasing smile on Hatano’s lips was challenging him in urgency. How peculiar.

Miyoshi was already well aware that Kaminaga had been taking his time lavishly, to goad Jitsui through any means possible. Hatano, however, was a much easier target to wheedle when every notion was a dead give away and he appeared to grow in longing at every taunt. Unfortunately, it was far too unamusing to reign victory over a lawless pawn, and he needed the excitement for the sake of his sanity. It was unlike Hatano to be so pitiful and cunningly, Miyoshi eyed him with but a knowing grin; daring the younger man to do his worst. If Hatano and Jitsui’s mutual love was played tactlessly, then it was time for the refreshing tactics that Miyoshi was more than just familiar with—he insisted.

“Not entirely. Though,” Miyoshi allowed a deserving beat to pass and crudely snickered to himself, with a nearly menacing air of triumph. Hatano’s breath hitched in his throat from the impending fear that was being emitted and he nearly froze in his tracks; his lips tilting and twitching, and mild perspiration growing on his brow. He had a feeling where this conversation was headed and the daring eyes looking back only confirmed his doubts, as Miyoshi had the cruel audacity to carry on; the softened voice that was acting as though he were being kind. “I think you’re the jealous one. Why not admit to it already? This is getting old and vexing. Like watching the elderly consummate; unsettling and not in the least bit erotic.”

“Is that not how it is with Kaminaga?” Hatano blurted as tranquil as he could possibly muster, stifling back the bothered and embarrassed blush that was leaving a mark on his face. “He’s the reason we’re here, isn’t he? He was even the one you were drawing at the café earlier.”

Averting his gaze for a moment, Miyoshi faltered and met Hatano’s line of sight; the younger man that was stumbling erratically over himself, but also continuing to press at Miyoshi’s notions. He’d easily anticipated that Hatano would already be well acquainted of his supposed intentions and his being at the café; all that would surely indicate a need of assistance in regards to a little game with Kaminaga. As Miyoshi softened his stare, he took note of the perplexed expression growing on Hatano’s face and smirked ever so subtly. Miyoshi wasn’t one to ask; much less from Hatano of all people. He was only playing the role of instigating a confession after all, and Hatano was making the game far too easy on him. How boring.

“Well, it’s unrealistic to grow as an artist if I never try my hand at the most vile of creatures. Should I draw you next?” Miyoshi began with a sly grin; a slight force from the younger man’s hand that provoked him ever so softly and innately scoffed in turn. Tactlessly, he pushed onwards to reassure Hatano’s seeming theory of a distressed boyfriend in search of gifts. Truthfully, however, he was ready to thrust him into the side of the road for having the gall to hit someone of such respect. “Hatano, you should know that only the endgame matters. Kaminaga is easily pleased by me and this is where the problem ironically lies. Only a spoiled person could appreciate anything and everything and then, expect it in return.”

Hatano was looking downwards at his phone again, pausing to crinkle his brow at the words Miyoshi had uttered and exhaled sharply. Hastily typing away before attempting to respond to the troubled face that was nonchalantly stifling away his roused affections, Hatano froze again. He then eyed Miyoshi as though he’d been certain of this as he’d ever been; a scowl easily shifted on Miyoshi’s face.

“Isn’t it obvious what Kaminaga would want? A blatantly public show of affection from you. Something as unnerving as fireworks and his name written in the sky.”

“...You disgust me. Try again, Hatano.”

The evident frown residing on Miyoshi’s lips suggested of otherwise and regardless, Hatano indulged in speaking again. He rose his brows at a new notification and chuckled cunningly, pressing at Miyoshi for umpteenth time it seemed. Pursing his mouth in search of a proper reply, he sufficed with a playful sticker and glimpsed back at Miyoshi with the air of arrogance. Miyoshi was almost simple to unravel when his mind was circulating and contemplating thoughts and endeavours about his whimsical boyfriend. It was time to provoke him but a single time more.

“Miyoshi, think about it. Kaminaga unfortunately likes anything and everything—especially from you. Why anyone would add to your overblown ego is beyond me.” Grinning, Hatano then found himself smirking proudly from the bewildered look that Miyoshi would never admit to. Scarcely, it seemed that he wouldn’t be able to argue against Hatano’s reasonings and Hatano lavished in that motion. “If ‘anything’ pertains to a matter of substance—existence if you will, the idea of you professing your love to him on a public stance is unfathomable; therefore, non-existent. Even I don’t think Kaminaga would expect such a gift, and clearly, neither would you. By putting on a show of unnerving affections, you’d be making something that matters and would essentially become everything to him.

Hatano heaved a heavy breath with a knowing stare, before sheepishly stretching and resting his tired arms behind his head; sauntering aimlessly into an electronics store, as though his attention were piqued.

“It’s not like he can predict something, if he doesn’t even know that it exists. Didn’t you say so yourself? If Kaminaga is easy to please, then please him as easily as you can.” Hatano added on and laughed aloud again when Miyoshi was unable to muster the semblance of a witty remark; his eyes wavering at another text from Jitsui and softening his expression ever so subtly.

“Please apply that logic to yourself, before even suggesting something so unethical.” Miyoshi murmured at the sight of the younger man fumbling his fingers at an unnecessary addition for his phone, tugging him outwards by the back of his jacket and stifling the notion to berate him. A show of affections was rather childish and attention seeking. He already attained such desperate stares on a normal basis without lifting a finger anyways.

Whining and cursing under his breath, Hatano regretfully sauntered away from the overpriced product and caught up to Miyoshi’s curiously hastened strides.

“Is it really though? Can you honestly admit that I’m wrong?” Hatano was challenging him and Miyoshi found comfort in rolling his eyes at the obnoxious being, shaking his head with mutters of disdain when he met the menacing look.

Gently pushing at the elevator button as it made its way down and as Hatano was smiling at his phone again, Miyoshi was growing weary and agitated from this unstimulating game. Even more so when he reached for the vibrating device in his jacket, only to discover Kaminaga’s recent purchase of a new camera; the same one he’d been hesitating on for months. That idiot.

Though Jitsui was keen to torturing others, Hatano was making certain that everyone in their path would also be enduring the same amount of pain and it was nearly baffling.

“I can admit that you’re not deserving of Jitsui at all.” Miyoshi finally uttered and dared Hatano to press onwards when his victorious smirk was second to none; the bothered grunt that was not left unnoticed. Hatano was concealing something worthy of his knowledge, and Miyoshi was determined to uncover it in nothing less of a brisk fashion.

Their seemingly unresolved tension was daresay pathetic, and Miyoshi would have his entertainment through whatever means possible. Taunts and teases were just the beginning, after all—and Miyoshi would bask in it, knowingly so.

Game on, Kaminaga.

#joker game #kamimiyo #hatajitsu #it's never too late to feel like christmas okkkk

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