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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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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.]

[At that, Kouta smiles into the kiss and moves his hand back to Micchy's chin, taking his other arm and wrapping it around the other's waist to pull him closer.]

[He pulls back a little and presses his face into Kouta's chest. That felt... nice. Too nice, but... it's okay.]

[Kouta allows him to hide, still smiling a little as he moves to pet the other's hair.]

... was that okay?

... Yeah. It was. Thank you.

[He'll just. Hide with his face burning now thanks.]

[Kouta laughs a little, continuing to pet him.]

Are you going to live?

I'll be fine. Just give me a minute.

[Jerk.]

[Kouta nudges Micchy away a little bit, lifting Micchy's head with a hand on the other's chin and gives him another kiss, a bit deeper this time. He pulls away just enough to give a teasing smile.]

... that wasn't really a minute, was it?

Not really. But that's okay.

[He nuzzles into Kouta's cheek gently.]

[He moves his arms, wrapping both of them around Micchy's waist and keeping him close.]

Do you want anything else?

... I'm okay for now. As long as you're okay. I don't want you to regret any of this.