When Aki and Kirijo walk in together, the first stupid, incongruous thought Shinjiro has is to wonder if they’ve finally stopped dancing around each other. He’s aghast at himself. Their almost theatrical levels of obliviousness and his interest– and the dubious ulterior motives behind it– in their two-person soap opera could not possibly be more irrelevant at the moment.
Especially considering the serious expression on Kirijo’s face. It’s probably going to be all business today. He’d already known exactly what would be up for discussion, but he’d be lying if he said he isn’t a little nervous to talk about all of this. Somehow the idea of ‘maybe something can fix me’ moving from pipe-dream hypotheticals into the realm of actual possibility is pretty intimidating. Beyond intimidating– it’s downright terrifying, if he’s completely honest.
Yep, straight to business, just like he thought. No song and dance of social niceties to draw things out. Small mercies.
She looks guilty, like she’s asking him to be a human guinea pig just for the hell of it. As though she’s not also offering him the chance to save the life he suddenly cares about again.
Shinjiro can’t say he minds being a test subject all that much, anyway. It’d make his life worth something, at least.
Aki’s face pinches up like he’s bitten into a lemon.
Aki looks like he has a thing or three to say about that, but Kirijo cuts him off before he can start chastising him.
Shinjiro has the feeling that he’s not going to like whatever Kirijo is going to say next. He doesn’t respond– no need to let something slip trying to head her off and wind up in an even more cramped corner than the one he’s already backed into. He just stares levelly at her until she continues.
Shinjiro frowns and looks away. Figures she would pick up on that.
Shinjiro sighs. She’s still too damn perceptive for her own good. Or his. He really should know better than to think she’d ever miss a trick, especially one he really wishes she would.
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made it home. we stayed up the entire night! it didn’t even feel like it, the warm yellow replaced the deep dark of indigo in a matter of seconds. morning bled into noon and we dozed off, but eventually i knew i wanted to leave.
part of it was the physical distance was driving me crazy. i wanted to be closer to her, to cuddle and feel the pulse of internal clockwork that keeps her here with me (fuck im so thankful she’s here with me) but i get the sense we both need slow right now. i appreciate just being in the “well i have a crush on you too!” phase and i’m in no rush.
i guess i just have the certainty now that i want her to be my girlfriend and i hope she wants me to be her boyfriend.
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