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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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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.]

[Kouta moves his hand up, brushing his fingers over Micchy's cheek.]

I mean it. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.

... I already get most of what I want. I want to give things back.

So give me your happiness.

[smile smile.]

[He bites his lip and leans in, pressing his lips to Kouta's.]

[Winner is Kouta! His eyes widen at first, a bit caught off-guard by the action (even though he had been hoping for it.) Carefully, he tilts his head and gently pushes back into the kiss, keeping his hand on the side of Micchy's face as he does so.]

[He wraps his arms around Kouta's shoulders, and presses in a bit more, lips parting as he tries to make sense of what's happening. His skin feels too hot under Kouta's touch, and everything feels somewhat dizzying.]