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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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... Ryouma.

[Takatora practically scolds himself for the way his voice comes out. Far too vulnerable, as usual. He doesn't want Ryouma to leave, even though he knows that's what's best for both of them in that moment -- Takatora needs to rest and Ryouma needs to work -- but...]

[He pauses, eyebrows raised.]

Yes?

[This will be good.]

[Leave it to Ryouma to know all of his buttons, but Takatora always does his best to resist.]

Don't.

[He sighs, and drops down into the chair again. At least he scoots it a bit closer so Takatora doesn't have to turn as much.]

If you insist~.

[He had expected Ryouma to ask him for more, honestly, but Takatora's not disappointed. Begging was something he wasn't usually fond of.

Of course, now he's too embarrassed to speak, let alone think of anything to say to keep the other there for very long, so he simply turns his head away and stares at the wall. At the very least, having Ryouma present should be enough of a distraction from his uncomfortable thoughts.]

[Well. If he's not going to be interesting, Ryouma will just pull out his phone. He has a high score to beat.]

[This is Takatora not being surprised in the slightest.]

You and your games, Ryouma.

We're getting old, Takatora. I have to keep up my hand-eye coordination somehow~.

[But mostly he just likes games.]

[He makes an amused noise. If he were feeling any better, he might have laughed, but it's a bit too much to ask right now. After a few moments, he braces his good arm against the bed, attempting to sit up, but gives up partway through.

There's a rather long, awkward pause before he speaks again.]

I want to spend time with you again.

[He lowers his phone, grinning internally.]

As flattering as it is, I doubt we'll be able to do much until you can move without pain. I'll consider that a rain check, though.

[Not the response he wanted, but Takatora accepts it. Grudgingly.]

It doesn't have to be that much.

Mm. Tell me, Takatora. What exactly is it that you want me to do with you?

[This is so good. He'll have to look over the footage again later.]

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[... Takatora makes a horrible attempt at hiding his embarrassment, clenching his jaw as he always does when he's trying to keep a cool exterior. He's ignoring the question for the moment.]

-- aside from that, I'm creative enough to work around the problem with my shoulder, if necessary.

[Aw, come on.]

True.

[He leans in and draws a finger up Takatora's side carefully.]

I'm sure I can think of some way to keep it still.

[With the mood Takatora's in, even the light touch to his side is enough to make him squirm at first, gasping out a breath which he quickly quiets.]

I'm not sure I'm brave enough to ask.

[He chuckles and leans in, close enough so that his hair brushes Takatora's skin.]

Maybe I'll just have to show you.

[Takatora keeps his jaw tight for a moment before reaching up with the hand not associated with his heavily pained shoulder, grabbing for Ryouma to pull him over.]

You're usually full of surprises, but not all of them are good.

[He allows himself to be tugged over and leans against Takatora.]

It keeps things interesting. What's life without a little fun~?

Troublemaker...

[Takatora nudges Ryouma up, working the best he can from his current position to tangle his fingers in what hair isn't tied back. Usually, he'd do a bit more, but he's wary of having to make Ryouma redo his ponytail.

The look on his face shows he's thinking far too much about other things at the moment, but he's doing his best to keep distracted.]

Hm... but it keeps you on your toes.

[He nudges Takatora a little bit and leans so his mouth is near the other's ear.]

You enjoy it.

[Takatora shivers slightly, immediately clearing his throat to try and not draw attention to it.]

Sometimes I start to see the disadvantages in having known you for so long.

And yet I'm too interesting and useful to leave.

[He curls his fingers up and strokes down Takatora's throat. It would be so easy... but no.]

I would never leave you.

[The admission is a bit more revealing than he'd like, but it's nothing Takatora hasn't said before. At the touch to his throat, Takatora sighs again, tilting his head back and shifting his shoulder just enough to not pull on it more.]

Good.

[At least for now. He trails his fingers up and grips Takatora's jaw, leaning in to kiss him. He's hardly a romantic, but it gets Takatora excited, which is his goal at the moment.]

[The noise Takatora makes into the kiss is horribly embarrassing, but something he's unable to stop. He (carefully) curls his fingers more into Ryouma's hair, pulling him down further to deepen the kiss.

It's horribly well known to Ryouma, Takatora's aware, of his constant desire for attention and affection that he rarely vocalizes. Unfortunately, it always puts him in these kinds of positions, desperately pulling as soon as the opportunity arises and refusing to let go.]

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