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I said, I would never fall (unless it's you I fall into)
Sure, maybe Kaoru and Kojiro hadn’t explicitly said that they were dating.
But they knew every detail about each other – they had a lifetime of memories together (and the photos to prove it), knew each other’s families, had keys to each other’s apartments, not to mention the fact that they bickered like an old married couple – their friends really had to be dense not to pick up on any of that.
Point was, a relationship reveal was greatly overdue.
Or,
5 times Kaoru tried to reveal that he’s dating Kojiro, and 1 time it actually works.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48537595
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I feel like Kaveh is Cyno's tomfoolery enabler (like my friend, who had this hilarious idea).
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Cyno had been knocking on the door of Alhaitham’s office for what felt like an eternity now. He knew the Scribe was in there, and Cyno’s business with him was urgent. Although it displeased him to be so reliant on Alhaitham, since the Akasha went offline, he was the only person who might still know where to find the specific files Cyno needed. That was his justification for barging into the room without permission.
To his surprise, Alhaitham was simply perusing his own personal collection of files and books, currently engrossed with the one in his hand. He didn’t even seem concerned that he had been caught ignoring another Akademiya officer. With a click of his tongue, Cyno marched towards him.
He laid a hand on Alhaitham’s shoulder. “I’ve been trying to talk to you—”
He wasn’t sure what happened, then. Later, Cyno would berate himself for being caught off guard: one moment, he had been scolding Alhaitham; the other, he was being pressed to the bookcase with a forearm levered against his throat. A few scrolls fell all around them, and onto Cyno’s head. He had to fight down his fight instincts as the severe expression in Alhaitham’s face turned to realization as he fully looked at Cyno. Alhaitham let him go all at once.
Face turned to the side, Cyno rubbed at his throat.
“What was that?” He said roughly, a cough in his voice.
There was a long, awkward beat. Then, in a clipped and measured tone, Alhaitham replied, “Could you say that while looking at me?”
Cyno snapped his head up, about to shoot down the strange order, but he was interrupted by Alhaitham gesturing to his ears. He paused. Another stretch of silence, and Cyno finally realized Alhaitham’s usual earpieces were gone.
Oh.
“I thought those were some sort of communication device,” he said dumbly. Belatedly, he signed it as well.
“In a way, they are,” Alhaitham signed back, an amused smile on his lips. Out loud, he continued, “And you don’t need to sign, I can read your lips more than well enough.”
That would make sense: for a sneaky man like Alhaitham, the ability to lipread was an indispensable skill. Cyno had the distinct feeling he picked it up more so he could spy on conversations not meant for him than to help him communicate with anyone who didn’t know sign language.
“How well?” Cyno asked, curious despite himself.
Alhaitham raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you put it to the test?”
The way he tipped his head threw his hair onto his eyes, away from his left ear. Cyno had the strange thought that Alhaitham’s head almost looked naked without his earpiece.
“Now that they’re exposed, I feel the urge to touch your ears,” he whispered on impulse. Cyno didn’t bother making it any easier for Alhaitham to understand him, bitterly wishing he *wouldn’t* for two reasons. One, to wipe that smirk off of Alhaitham’s face. Second, now that the words were out of his mouth, he realized just how embarrassing they truly were.
He fully expected to either be asked to repeat himself, or to be made fun of. Instead, Alhaitham watched him for one, two seconds; then, he bent down. He presented the top of his head to Cyno, who froze in confusion.
Alhaitham let out a little huff of air that could pass as laughter. He pressed two fingers to Cyno’s forearm and tapped rhythmically. Go ahead, it said in morse code of all things. It was infuriating that Alhaitham was using this as an opportunity to show off—but, well, this *was* the specialty of a Haravatat graduate. It was only natural.
And Cyno doubted many people had ever put in the effort to find ways to communicate with Alhaitham rather than the other way around.
The sincere, quietness of this moment lured him into a sense of comfort. Cyno reached out and laid a hand atop Alhaitham’s head. His hair was soft, though it refused to stay put as Cyno patted down the stray locks pointing everywhere. Slowly, he slid down to the ears: there was nothing much to be said, it was flesh like any other part of him—but that touch of skin to skin sparked warmth all throughout his limbs.
With his free hand, Cyno touched the underside of Alhaitham’s face, tipping his chin up. When their eyes met, Cyno smiled slightly.
“I’ve never seen you without your earpiece. Did something happen? Doesn’t it bother you for me to see you without them?”
“It’s not much different from removing your glasses for no other reason than to take them off for a bit. It can be relaxing.” Alhaitham leaned on Cyno’s hand like an oversized cat, and his eyes fluttered shut. “And I doubt you of all people would treat me any differently because of this, General Cyno.”
Cyno huffed and, overcome with a strange emotion, bumped their foreheads together.
“Yes, don’t think I’m forgiving you for finding a convenient excuse not to do your job.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
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before the scenario yjh vs before the scenario kdj
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i see tumblr has not fixed the bot problem lololol
#no joke#i have 20 followers and all except three are bots#i only remade my account a little bit ago
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