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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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[... It's hard, very hard, not to shiver under the other's touch. He smiles a bit and shakes his head slightly, pressing his hand to cover Kouta's.]

What would make me happy isn't that important. I guess if it's anything, it's the rest of you being safe. I can fight. You shouldn't have to. Let me take things on for you. Please...

[The response makes Kouta's heart sink. He knows he's in dangerous territory, that he shouldn't be talking about these things, not when he's so scared of what he could mess up.]

Don't say that. What makes you happy is important to me.

[The pleading tone really doesn't sit well with him.]

... if you could be selfish without any consequences, what would you want?

[He doesn't know what to say. Should he be honest? But he can't be. It hurts... but he has to keep himself together. He can't tell him. He lowers his gaze, pulling his legs up into his chest.]

That's... not something I can really tell you, Kouta. I... I don't want to hurt you.

Oi, oi...

[Kouta lowers his hand, resting it on one of Micchy's knees.]

I want you to tell me. You can't hurt me. I'm... ... more worried about hurting you. But if there's anything you want, if you won't regret it or hate yourself...

[He trails off awkwardly, wondering how he could even finish that.]

Kouta, please... I can't... I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to put you in danger. Haven't you already done enough for us? For me?

You... You won't hurt me. ... please. Let me help you.

[For Kouta, there's really no such thing as too much self-sacrifice. Aside from that, he feels a fair bit selfish, pushing Micchy so hard.]

I can't.

[That's all he can say, and he presses his forehead into his knees. He can't take away Kouta's happiness. He won't.]

[Kouta hesitates for a few moments, then slides closer, moving his hand back up to thread his fingers through Micchy's hair. He tilts his head down, pressing a careful kiss to Micchy's cheek while keeping his voice quiet.]

... just don't let me hurt you.

... You couldn't. And I don't want you to regret anything. I don't... want to come between you and Yuuya.

I won't regret anything as long as I don't hurt you.

[Kouta presses his lips together, looking mildly conflicted.]

Yuuya... ... we're not... really together anymore... ... and he always really liked you. So he would want me to make sure you're happy, too.

Kouta...

[He leans against the other a bit, letting out a frustrated breath.]

It's okay. You don't have to do this for my sake.

[Kouta pouts at that, putting his hands on Micchy's shoulders and shaking him lightly.]

Micchyyyyy.

What? I just don't want you to get hurt. You're really important to me...

[Nope, still shaking.]

You're important to me too! So talk to me!

I'm trying! I just... there's things I can't talk about, Kouta.

[whine whine pout whine.

Kouta continues pouting, but he at least stops shaking Micchy. That doesn't mean he's not still staring at him intently.]

What?

[Be reasonable, Kouta.]

[whine.]

Please?

... I can't, Kouta. It'd only hurt you.

... you like me, right? And... you're really important to me. ...so...

That's true, but... ah...

[He blushes a little bit, and looks up at Kouta.]

I don't... I don't know...

Don't know what?

[... oh. That blush startles him a little. Now Kouta's blushing.]

[He leans in and presses a kiss to Kouta's cheek.]

I just don't want you to regret anything.

[There's a pouting tone to Kouta's voice as he nudges Micchy's chin again.]

That's my line.

What, so I can't use it? Mean.

[He laughs and leans in, pressing his forehead to Kouta's.]