[He hopes that somehow the force of his sigh is felt all the way over the phones to Himuro. He's suffering here.
The question makes him pause too, since he hadn't quite thought that far ahead. There's always a chance, because Murasakibara can be picky and stubborn and might have to be coaxed into things he initially rejects because of one dumb little reason, but...]
Because it's Murochin's suggestion, I'll try it at least, I guess.
[He's not the greatest with actually using words, though at least texting is easier and gives him time to gather his thoughts a little more.]
You always interest me. [Almost always, in some way or another, at least.]
[ He absolutely feels it. Mainly because he knows to expect it.
While Himuro accepts that things could get rejected, and he expects it at times, he's honestly a little surprised by the answer he gets. Maybe just because it's a straight answer that leaves nothing to really question or prod about later.
And the next text softens him, bringing a smile to his face as he enters a small grocery store. ]
Thank you, Atsushi.
[ It might sound strange to other people, but anybody who knows Murasakibara knows how much that means. ]
I'm at the store. Do you want me to get anything else?
You're probably making a dumb face at your phone right now, aren't you. [Because he can totally picture Himuro in his mind smiling down at his phone in the middle of the street or something. Nevermind that he's amused himself, but at least he's in the comfort of his own home where no one has to see it.
However, Himuro's follow-up text is a Bad Move because what follows is an fairly long list of different snacks and candies he wants to try or that he thinks he's running out of already.
You caught me. [ And the text is followed by a selfie to show just how right Murasakibara is, some aisle in the grocery store serving as the backdrop.
Himuro maybe realizes his mistake a moment too late, the list he gets proving how much of one it was. He sighs to himself as he starts into his shopping, texting left aside in favor of getting finished quickly. ]
[Murasakibara huffs in amusement and saves the picture.] Murochin's being cute.
[He'll hold off on sending more of the list--because he could definitely think up more--not even expecting to see half of that list come back with Himuro. It leaves Himuro to shop in blissful silence for all of 15 minutes before Murasakibara gets bored of lounging on the couch and picks his phone up again]
[ There's no response to that, only a shake of Himuro's head that Murasakibara obviously won't see.
He takes advantage of that silence and makes fairly quick work of the shopping, phone kept out for the sake of getting some of the things on the list and what he had on his own list. When the next text comes, he's just about finished checking out and he waits the couple of minutes it takes to finish up and leave the store before he sends a reply. ]
I'm done now. I had another stop, but I think I'll save it for tomorrow.
[He considers this a moment] If you get it done now, you won't have to leave tomorrow.
[They probably have things they have to do tomorrow anyhow--there's probably practices somewhere or other Important Things, but maybe Himuro will conveniently forget about being responsible and they can laze around all day. As impatient as he is for Himuro to just get home with everything already, he'll reluctantly give in to waiting a little longer if it meant more time having Himuro all to himself the next day.]
Or come home now and don't go at all tomorrow. [That's also an option, JUST SAYING.]
[ There's something amusing about this reversal, the logical side pointed out by the more impatient of them. But Himuro knows he's right, that getting things done now will mean more time together the following day.
So it's with a sigh that he responds, laughing at the second text he gets before he manages it. ]
I'll get it done now. You might be happy if I do.
[ Because it's something meant for Murasakibara anyway. ]
[He immediately regrets his decision to be logical. This was a terrible idea who let him do that.]
Becsuse you’ll stay in tomorrow? [This pay-off better be good!! And he assumes that’s what Himuro is getting at here, since he doesn’t know what he’s going to get.]
[ It was definitely a terrible idea, but it's too late now. ]
I'll stay in tomorrow. We'll spend the whole day together. [ The day may, of course, involve practice at some point, but they're together there, too. ]
[They don't really need to go to practice though. He can't, he's sick. Cough cough. Very convincing.]
Okay. [Good! He's pleased.
What does he want to do?] Sleep with you. [In either sense of the word. He's content with either and he won't make a final decision until he actually sees Himuro walking through the door.]
I hate when you're away. [It's not that he's possessive or anything weird like that; he's just so used to Himuro's presence that he feels it keenly when he's away too long. Murasakibara gets into the habit of turning to look for someone and it's annoying when he's not there.]
The answer he gets earns a soft, amused snort given how open it is. He knows it could be either meaning, but he has to admit that he likes when Murasakibara says it. Most people would take it pretty innocently.
Himuro doesn't send another text until he sees the last one. ]
We're going to have to deal with almost a whole year of that later. Will you spend more time texting me?
[Do you just like to see Murasakibara suffer, Himuro. Is that what this is.
He's content with lapsing into silence, but then Himuro has to go and say something like that. Irritation sparks instantly an he scowls lightly down at his phone.]
Why'd you have to remind me? [He huffs to himself] I'll just transfer somewhere close by and bother you every day.
Himuro can picture the look on Murasakibara's face as he reads the reply he gets. ]
We should both keep it in mind, shouldn't we? It'll make it easier when it comes. [ Assuming, of course, the talk of transferring to follow him is just talk. Not that he thinks it'll matter in the long run anyway, since... ] I doubt Akashi will want you to do that.
[It makes him acutely aware of the time that's slipping away, even if there's still quite a ways off.]
Don't bring Akachin into this. [He's not going to go so far as to say something like, 'I don't care what Akashi wants' because that wouldn't be true, exactly.]
I'll just go to whatever school you get into then. [He's nothing if not stubborn and selfish about not wanting to let go of 'his things'] But I don't want to think about a year without being able to see you any time I want.
[He considers possible solutions to this] You could fail a grade. [That's not how this works at all, Murasakibara.]
[ He drops the subject of Akashi, though he knows that a single command from Murasakibara's former teammate would have him remaining at Yosen even after claims that he'd transfer. It's not really worth an argument when Himuro's accepted it already. ]
I'm not going to fail a grade, Atsushi.
I do want you to come to the same school as me, though. You can move in with me.
[ He understands not wanting to think about it. It's far enough off right now that it's not such a big deal, but he knows the small gap between them will cause more irritation once he reaches his third year and there's more focus on the future. ] I won't bring it up again, I promise. Let's think about it later on.
He didn't even try to think of Murasakibara's failing option before he veto'd it, how rude.]
Moving in together wouldn't be so bad. [That thought makes him feel better, at least. He could eat Himuro's cooking whenever he wanted, they wouldn't have to worry about making sure others wouldn't overhear them in the dorms, etc etc. That's at least one of the positive things to think on about this.
Still, the thought of Himuro slipping away, even for just a short time, bothers him more than he'd admit; Himuro was a near-constant presence in his life, and him being gone would be something akin to losing a lib it feels like.
It's a strange thing to realize all of a sudden, how much someone means to you. He sighs again] Stupid Murochin. [Which might seem out of nowhere since Himuro isn't actually privvy to Murasakibara's thoughts right then.]
[ Himuro has to wonder if they would've been able to have this conversation in person. It's something he doesn't plan to bring up again for some time, but the next time will likely see them face to face with it and he can't help wondering if it'll go as well as this has.
There's silence from his end for a bit, messages checked without response. Even the question of if he's almost back goes unanswered for a bit longer.
And it's once Himuro is trudging up the stairs of the dorms that he responds, just a quick: ]
[Murasakibara isn’t concerned by the lack of response right away, not really, but he does immediately check his phone when it buzzes. He doesn’t reply either, just forces himself to get up to grab his door with a put-upon sigh.
When Himuro shows up, he grumbles something about being made to wait (never mind that he was the one who told the other to finish all her errands in the first place) and reaches for one of the bags. It isn’t solely to help, however, but because he wants to already rifle through the contents of it.] Murochin took his time.
[But Murasakibara’s pleased to see him regardless, a fact that’s shown rather easily in the hint of a smile even as his attention is focused on the bags and not Himuro]
[ He'll take the help where he can get it, his arms full with the box he picked up from the post office on his way, bags mainly hanging off of one arm save for the one Murasakibara takes. It lets Himuro step inside, barely toeing his shoes off before he's moving to put things down.
When he turns to Murasakibara again, he doesn't hold off on closing the space between them, making sure the door is pushed closed as he catches his shirt to pull him downward to press a kiss to his lips. ] I'm sorry I made you wait.
[ It's said with a smile as Himuro's grip loosens and he glances at the bag in Murasakibara's hand, eyeing the whipped cream that's inside. ]
[Murasakibara watches him, eyeing the box curiously. But there's barely time to really question it just now, because Himuro does a very effective job of distracting him immediately. It's funny to watch him have to practically drag Murasakibara down, and if he wanted to he could-- maybe not effortlessly, but pretty easily hold his ground against it. There's something cute about making Himuro work for it, when he's already pretty tall by society's standards.
He doesn't really make him work for it this time, leaning easily into the kiss and returning it with a pleased noise.] S'fine. I suppose I forgive you.
[His gaze follows Himuro's to the whipped cream and he lifts the bag to look at it better, humming thoughtfully.] We're not going to use it now? [Joking, sort...of. He looks to the box then, remembering it and abruptly changing the subject as his focus shifts] What's that?
[ The kiss, and the way Murasakibara willingly leans in for it so easily, leaves Himuro with a smile on his face even after they properly part from one another. A chuckle leaves him at the forgiveness and the thought of using the whipped cream immediately, shaking his head as he takes the bag to move to put things away into the small fridge in the room.
His attention is drawn back with the question and he looks at the box, nodding at it as he moves to get the other bags, leaving the ones with Murasakibara's snacks aside while he puts the other things away. ]
You can open it. It's from a friend in America. I asked him to send me some snacks for you to try. [ Since he doesn't know when he'll be heading back himself. And while most of the contents is a mystery to him, Himuro knows there's at least one box of Fruit by the Foot inside at his request. ]
[Oh Himuro, you know the easiest ways to manipulate him sometimes. Murasakibara might have bn annoyed by it if it didn't usually end well for him anyhow.
He glances at the bags, briefly debating the efficiency of eating and opening a box at the same time (reluctantly he has to admit it wouldn't work very well, dammit) before he grabs the box and takes a seat.
Belatedly he realizes that he probably should've grabbed a knife or the scissors but now he's already sitting down and he doesn't feel like getting up to grab one now. So he's going to sit there and pick and pull at the tape, because dammit if he won't work harder to be lazy.]
It better not be jellybeans again. [He's pretty sure he never wants to see another jellybean as long as he lives, not after the last time when there were multiple much larger, American-sized bags of jellybeans shipped over from America. He'd been eating jellybeans for weeks trying to get rid of them all.
Tearing tape off is hard work though and Murasakibara stops after a bit to rest his elbow on the box, chin in hand, and just watches Himuro put things for a moment. He really is unfairly beautiful, making it nice to watch him even if it's just him doing mundane tasks.]
[ The lack of any tool to open the box is noted, but Himuro leaves him to pick at the tape for the time being, the distraction of it allowing him time to finish what he started. It's way too easy to let himself end up beside Murasakibara and then in bed with him, the outcome of that varying depending on their moods.
That comment earns a quiet laugh as he glances over at him. ] I told him not to send any. The box seems too light for jellybeans.
[ The last box had weighed a lot more than the current one, mainly thanks to those bags of jellybeans. Himuro didn't eat any himself, but even he was sick of them by the time Murasakibara had finally finished them off.
He puts the last of his shopping away then looks over, smiling at him as he gets out a pair of scissors and moves to join him. ] Here. [ It doesn't take much to slice the tape on either end of the box, cutting a bit into it across the top so he can slide a finger under and let it easily tear along that line, careful of Murasakibara as he does it. ]
[It takes him a moment, but when he realizes he's been more or less caught staring, he turns his head away with an affected pout. Suddenly the walls are incredibly interesting.]
I had it. [He grumbles a complaint against Himuro's help, but there's no heat behind the words. Besides, it means he can get to the prizes inside faster! He eagerly digs in-- or as eagerly as Murasakibara actually shows, which means he's just being a little quicker about things.]
Ah! [A pleased noise as he begins pulling things out to see them better.] Your friend has better taste this time. [A hum.] Suppose I'll have to share. Some of it. [MAYBE. His gaze slides to Himuro, a hint of a smile. Himuro'll get like... one gusher out of the entire box or something.]
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The question makes him pause too, since he hadn't quite thought that far ahead. There's always a chance, because Murasakibara can be picky and stubborn and might have to be coaxed into things he initially rejects because of one dumb little reason, but...]
Because it's Murochin's suggestion, I'll try it at least, I guess.
[He's not the greatest with actually using words, though at least texting is easier and gives him time to gather his thoughts a little more.]
You always interest me. [Almost always, in some way or another, at least.]
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While Himuro accepts that things could get rejected, and he expects it at times, he's honestly a little surprised by the answer he gets. Maybe just because it's a straight answer that leaves nothing to really question or prod about later.
And the next text softens him, bringing a smile to his face as he enters a small grocery store. ]
Thank you, Atsushi.
[ It might sound strange to other people, but anybody who knows Murasakibara knows how much that means. ]
I'm at the store. Do you want me to get anything else?
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However, Himuro's follow-up text is a Bad Move because what follows is an fairly long list of different snacks and candies he wants to try or that he thinks he's running out of already.
RIP Himuro you brought this on yourself.]
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Himuro maybe realizes his mistake a moment too late, the list he gets proving how much of one it was. He sighs to himself as he starts into his shopping, texting left aside in favor of getting finished quickly. ]
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[He'll hold off on sending more of the list--because he could definitely think up more--not even expecting to see half of that list come back with Himuro. It leaves Himuro to shop in blissful silence for all of 15 minutes before Murasakibara gets bored of lounging on the couch and picks his phone up again]
Are you done yet?
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He takes advantage of that silence and makes fairly quick work of the shopping, phone kept out for the sake of getting some of the things on the list and what he had on his own list. When the next text comes, he's just about finished checking out and he waits the couple of minutes it takes to finish up and leave the store before he sends a reply. ]
I'm done now. I had another stop, but I think I'll save it for tomorrow.
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[They probably have things they have to do tomorrow anyhow--there's probably practices somewhere or other Important Things, but maybe Himuro will conveniently forget about being responsible and they can laze around all day. As impatient as he is for Himuro to just get home with everything already, he'll reluctantly give in to waiting a little longer if it meant more time having Himuro all to himself the next day.]
Or come home now and don't go at all tomorrow. [That's also an option, JUST SAYING.]
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So it's with a sigh that he responds, laughing at the second text he gets before he manages it. ]
I'll get it done now. You might be happy if I do.
[ Because it's something meant for Murasakibara anyway. ]
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Becsuse you’ll stay in tomorrow? [This pay-off better be good!! And he assumes that’s what Himuro is getting at here, since he doesn’t know what he’s going to get.]
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I'll stay in tomorrow. We'll spend the whole day together. [ The day may, of course, involve practice at some point, but they're together there, too. ]
What do you want to do once I get home?
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Okay. [Good! He's pleased.
What does he want to do?] Sleep with you. [In either sense of the word. He's content with either and he won't make a final decision until he actually sees Himuro walking through the door.]
I hate when you're away. [It's not that he's possessive or anything weird like that; he's just so used to Himuro's presence that he feels it keenly when he's away too long. Murasakibara gets into the habit of turning to look for someone and it's annoying when he's not there.]
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The answer he gets earns a soft, amused snort given how open it is. He knows it could be either meaning, but he has to admit that he likes when Murasakibara says it. Most people would take it pretty innocently.
Himuro doesn't send another text until he sees the last one. ]
We're going to have to deal with almost a whole year of that later. Will you spend more time texting me?
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He's content with lapsing into silence, but then Himuro has to go and say something like that. Irritation sparks instantly an he scowls lightly down at his phone.]
Why'd you have to remind me? [He huffs to himself] I'll just transfer somewhere close by and bother you every day.
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Himuro can picture the look on Murasakibara's face as he reads the reply he gets. ]
We should both keep it in mind, shouldn't we? It'll make it easier when it comes. [ Assuming, of course, the talk of transferring to follow him is just talk. Not that he thinks it'll matter in the long run anyway, since... ] I doubt Akashi will want you to do that.
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Don't bring Akachin into this. [He's not going to go so far as to say something like, 'I don't care what Akashi wants' because that wouldn't be true, exactly.]
I'll just go to whatever school you get into then. [He's nothing if not stubborn and selfish about not wanting to let go of 'his things'] But I don't want to think about a year without being able to see you any time I want.
[He considers possible solutions to this] You could fail a grade. [That's not how this works at all, Murasakibara.]
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I'm not going to fail a grade, Atsushi.
I do want you to come to the same school as me, though. You can move in with me.
[ He understands not wanting to think about it. It's far enough off right now that it's not such a big deal, but he knows the small gap between them will cause more irritation once he reaches his third year and there's more focus on the future. ] I won't bring it up again, I promise. Let's think about it later on.
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He didn't even try to think of Murasakibara's failing option before he veto'd it, how rude.]
Moving in together wouldn't be so bad. [That thought makes him feel better, at least. He could eat Himuro's cooking whenever he wanted, they wouldn't have to worry about making sure others wouldn't overhear them in the dorms, etc etc. That's at least one of the positive things to think on about this.
Still, the thought of Himuro slipping away, even for just a short time, bothers him more than he'd admit; Himuro was a near-constant presence in his life, and him being gone would be something akin to losing a lib it feels like.
It's a strange thing to realize all of a sudden, how much someone means to you. He sighs again] Stupid Murochin. [Which might seem out of nowhere since Himuro isn't actually privvy to Murasakibara's thoughts right then.]
Are you almost back?
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There's silence from his end for a bit, messages checked without response. Even the question of if he's almost back goes unanswered for a bit longer.
And it's once Himuro is trudging up the stairs of the dorms that he responds, just a quick: ]
Open your door. I'll be there in a second.
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When Himuro shows up, he grumbles something about being made to wait (never mind that he was the one who told the other to finish all her errands in the first place) and reaches for one of the bags. It isn’t solely to help, however, but because he wants to already rifle through the contents of it.] Murochin took his time.
[But Murasakibara’s pleased to see him regardless, a fact that’s shown rather easily in the hint of a smile even as his attention is focused on the bags and not Himuro]
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When he turns to Murasakibara again, he doesn't hold off on closing the space between them, making sure the door is pushed closed as he catches his shirt to pull him downward to press a kiss to his lips. ] I'm sorry I made you wait.
[ It's said with a smile as Himuro's grip loosens and he glances at the bag in Murasakibara's hand, eyeing the whipped cream that's inside. ]
I should put that in the fridge.
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He doesn't really make him work for it this time, leaning easily into the kiss and returning it with a pleased noise.] S'fine. I suppose I forgive you.
[His gaze follows Himuro's to the whipped cream and he lifts the bag to look at it better, humming thoughtfully.] We're not going to use it now? [Joking, sort...of. He looks to the box then, remembering it and abruptly changing the subject as his focus shifts] What's that?
i'm sorry this is so late!
His attention is drawn back with the question and he looks at the box, nodding at it as he moves to get the other bags, leaving the ones with Murasakibara's snacks aside while he puts the other things away. ]
You can open it. It's from a friend in America. I asked him to send me some snacks for you to try. [ Since he doesn't know when he'll be heading back himself. And while most of the contents is a mystery to him, Himuro knows there's at least one box of Fruit by the Foot inside at his request. ]
no problem!
He glances at the bags, briefly debating the efficiency of eating and opening a box at the same time (reluctantly he has to admit it wouldn't work very well, dammit) before he grabs the box and takes a seat.
Belatedly he realizes that he probably should've grabbed a knife or the scissors but now he's already sitting down and he doesn't feel like getting up to grab one now. So he's going to sit there and pick and pull at the tape, because dammit if he won't work harder to be lazy.]
It better not be jellybeans again. [He's pretty sure he never wants to see another jellybean as long as he lives, not after the last time when there were multiple much larger, American-sized bags of jellybeans shipped over from America. He'd been eating jellybeans for weeks trying to get rid of them all.
Tearing tape off is hard work though and Murasakibara stops after a bit to rest his elbow on the box, chin in hand, and just watches Himuro put things for a moment. He really is unfairly beautiful, making it nice to watch him even if it's just him doing mundane tasks.]
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That comment earns a quiet laugh as he glances over at him. ] I told him not to send any. The box seems too light for jellybeans.
[ The last box had weighed a lot more than the current one, mainly thanks to those bags of jellybeans. Himuro didn't eat any himself, but even he was sick of them by the time Murasakibara had finally finished them off.
He puts the last of his shopping away then looks over, smiling at him as he gets out a pair of scissors and moves to join him. ] Here. [ It doesn't take much to slice the tape on either end of the box, cutting a bit into it across the top so he can slide a finger under and let it easily tear along that line, careful of Murasakibara as he does it. ]
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I had it. [He grumbles a complaint against Himuro's help, but there's no heat behind the words. Besides, it means he can get to the prizes inside faster! He eagerly digs in-- or as eagerly as Murasakibara actually shows, which means he's just being a little quicker about things.]
Ah! [A pleased noise as he begins pulling things out to see them better.] Your friend has better taste this time. [A hum.] Suppose I'll have to share. Some of it. [MAYBE. His gaze slides to Himuro, a hint of a smile. Himuro'll get like... one gusher out of the entire box or something.]
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gah, sorry for the long delay!
it's no problem!
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