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[If there was one thing Takatora was sure he should have learned by now, it would be how to keep his life in perfect running order. He had been the head of Yggdrasill's Research and Development branch from the moment he'd left high school and even before that, his father had kept him on a tight and strict schedule, never a second unaccounted for or left out of place. Unfortunately, with all of Takatora's scheduling and trying to squeeze an extra hour into every day, he still felt as though he never had time for anything, let alone everything. Even his weekends left little time for himself, though Takatora was also painfully aware of his obsession with triple-checking everything under his command and bringing such weight onto himself. He couldn't allow for errors.

His morning routine started a bit later on the weekends, if only because Takatora knew he had to catch up on sleep at some point to make up for running himself ragged. Getting sick was something he couldn't risk. The usual morning routine went by quickly: dragging himself out of bed (he'd never become a morning person, as much as he wanted to), showering, getting dressed, checking for any news or alerts while he had been sleeping. Thankfully, nothing important had happened during the night. Takatora always lived with the fear of something awful happening while he was asleep that he would be unprepared for, but every morning brought the same temporary relief. For now.

Takatora headed out of his room after an hour or so, still checking his phone as he made his way down the hall and towards the stairs. Ryouma already wanted to talk to him about something, which was mildly surprising as Ryouma rarely (never) got out of bed so early, which meant he'd been up all night again. Stepping past one of the maids, Takatora spoke a return greeting to her as he continued on, paying more attention to typing out messages than his surroundings.]

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[He nods, trying not to cry. It doesn't mean he never will, it just means he still has things to sort out. It wasn't that long ago that Yuuya disappeared, after all.]

I just... I like it when people get close to me. It's... it's not something I'm used to and I like how it feels. And it feels okay with you. But I understand that you and Yuuya are still... you still feel strongly about him. And I don't want to get in the way of your feelings.

... I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry.

[Oh no, Kouta notices that look. He squeezes Micchy tighter and pulls him in close, practically dragging the other onto his lap as he comfortingly rubs the other's back.]

No, I'm glad you told me. I want you to feel like you can tell me anything, okay? That's what friends do for each other.

... Thank you. And thank you for not thinking I was... weird, or something.

[He feels weird. It's more acceptable now to feel that sort of thing but it's still weird.]

Why would I think you're weird?

[Kouta playfully bumps their noses together.]

I just... I don't want it to bother you. My feelings. ... if they conflict with yours.

No, it's... it's okay.

[It's not okay, but whatever. He tries to smile, even though it hurts.]

You're still my friend. So it's okay.

[Kouta might be dumb, but he knows right now really isn't the best time to talk about feelings he has aside from Yuuya. ... or to talk about them ever.]

You're still my pseudo-little brother though, right? And my best friend. I care about you a lot, Micchy.

... Thanks.

[He nuzzles into Kouta's arms and tries not to think about things. If Ryouma is listening in he can just shut up.]

[Kouta laughs a little at the nuzzling, reaching up and ruffling Micchy's hair.]

I feel a lot better now...

Yeah? Good.

[alskdfsd. Noo, his hair.]

Are you heading home now?

[He's not sure he wants that, but he doesn't want Micchy to get in trouble.]

I probably should... my brother might get worried.

... is there anything else you want to talk about before you go?

... No, it's okay. I'll give you a call if I need anything, all right?

Yeah. Let me know you got home okay.

[He gives Micchy one more squeeze and a kiss to the side of his head before releasing him.]

Stay safe...

I will. You go home too, okay? Don't sleep here or your sister will probably give you a hard time.

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[Kouta pouts at that. He doesn't really want to move from the garage when the white armored rider is around, but... he wouldn't attack people outside the forest, right?]

Okay. ... I will.

[Micchy untangles himself and grabs his bag, combing down his hair with his free hand.]

I might be a little later tomorrow, by the way. I need to take care of a few things after school, and I don't know how long it'll take. I have another test later this week, so I want to make sure I'm ready.

O-okay...

[Kouta tries his best to smile at him, reaching out and giving his hand a squeeze to try and keep convincing Micchy that everything is okay.]

We'll be waiting for you. Good luck.

Thanks, Kouta.

[He nods and pulls away, heading out. He has to get home to see if Takatora is all right.]