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[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.

[ He's just being logical, okay?

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.

[It's true, but...

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?

[ 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: ]

Open your door. I'll be there in a second.

[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. ]

I should put that in the fridge.

[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.]

I know. [ The scissors are put away again and then Himuro finally joins him, dropping down beside him as he starts to look through the box. It leaves a smile on his face as he does, always enjoying the pleasure Murasakibara gets from opening things like this. ]

I gave him more to go on this time. [ He can't say he'd mind the lack of sharing since the box is mainly meant for Murasakibara anyway. But he likes the bit of a smile he gets along with that seemingly reluctant willingness to share, something that few people are on the receiving end of. ] You don't have to share any with me, but thank you.

[ Himuro glances over what's been removed from the box before his gaze returns to him. ] I guess this means you like it, hm?

[FRUIT BY THE FOOT. Murasakibara pulls that box out immediately once he finds it, wasting no time in opening it to grab one.] I don't do anything I don't want to. [Meaning, he knows he doesn't have to share, but it's Himuro, so exceptions can be made.

And alright, so he usually ended up doing a LOT he didn't want to between Himuro and Araki (and Akashi on occasion). But that's not the point.

He unrolls the fruit candy with a hum, pulling part of it off to pop it in his mouth. At least he swallows before speaking this time.] Yeah, I like it. Murochin is pretty good to me. [He turns towards Himuro, dropping an impulsive, albeit clumsy since it was decided on a whim, kiss on the mouth.]

I know that. [ And he does, but he also knows Murasakibara would eat everything in the box himself if it were an option, which it is. But if he's handed something, he's not going to turn it away.

For now, though, Himuro is fine with watching him enjoy the snacks without passing any off to him. It earns a quiet laugh as he watches the fruit tape get unrolled, a sound that's interrupted by a kiss and has him smiling afterward. ]

I'm glad you think so. [ Himuro takes the chance to close the space between them for another kiss, pushing himself off of the bed for it while he briefly curls a hand at the side of Murasakibara's neck, drawing it out a little longer than the last. ]

[Honestly, who else could put up with Murasakibara eccentricities? He doubts anyone else would really have the patience for it, and he knows that Himuro's patience does have its limits. He's just aware that everyone else's limits are probably a lot less.

He thinks himself pretty lucky, even if he doesn't say such things out loud. It's conveyed through the little touche, the kisses, the way he gives in more easily to Himuro's suggestions and actually listens to him. Murasakibara won't go as far as thinking their relationship is very special or unique, but it's theirs'.]

Tatsuya. [A murmur of his given name, something like a warning, because if he keeps it up, Murasakibara is going to want to keep going too, his interest stirring. Not that he'd mind if it kept like this too, and he reaches up to tug at Himuro's arm, wanting to pull him from the bed and onto the floor with him--or ore specifically onto his lap.]

[ Himuro's always had a fair amount of patience with most people and things, so he's never really thought too much about the way he deals with Murasakibara versus everyone else in normal context. In the context of their relationship, he doesn't feel like he particularly needs that patience. They know one another so well and he likes Murasakibara so much that he doesn't find his patience wearing even close to thin.

But that probably does come from the way things clearly aren't one-sided between them. There's something easy about their relationship and Himuro appreciates it.

Like in these moments, when he hears his name like that. The tug to his arm has him moving from the bed with a well-practiced fluidity that lands him in Murasakibara's lap shortly after, straddling his legs so he's facing him and is free to press another kiss to his lips. ] Atsushi.

S'not fair... [The murmur is out before he can think to stop it, the corner of his mouth curved in a barely concealed smile. His kiss is lazy and sure, like he has all the time in the world to dedicate just to the act of kissing Himuro.

But he also figures he needs to elaborate a little on what he means as his arms settle around the other's waist, hands laying against Himuro's back. Murasakibara can feel the heat of his skin through his shirt and sighs a little in a way that suggests he's just so put upon, having to explain himself. When would Himuro learn to read minds already?]

Murochin is really beautiful. [An observation--not quite meant as flattery or a compliment so much as just a stated fact. The sun is hot, the sky is blue, and Tatsuya Himuro is unfairly pretty.] But you play dirty. [Like climbing into his lap like this, even if this is what Murasakibara wanted him to do in the first place.]

[ He doesn't even need to ask for the elaboration and there's something Himuro enjoys about that. It makes the sigh amusing, something he lets out a soft chuckle about as he hooks his arms around Murasakibara's shoulders.

The actual explanation and the follow up to that earn more of a laugh, one that he quiets by pressing a kiss to his jaw, muffling the sound just enough as he slowly trails kisses against skin. ]

You're the only one I can play dirty with. [ Not that Himuro thinks he does at all, but it's a funny thing to consider as he nips under Murasakibara's ear, a gentle, teasing sort of move. ] You're handsome, I can't help it.

[Murasakibara makes a grumbly, huffy sort of noise as the tips of his ears burn red, fingers curling a little into the back of his shirt.]

See what I mean? [But it's not like he dislikes it at all, a shiver going down his spine. He doesn't particulalrly think about his looks too much or put much care into himself beyond the basics. Girls--and most other people, if they're being honest--found him too big and too intimidating to really look at him beyond that. Himuro was one of the few--if only--people to compliment him on these attributes and mean it in a way beyond what it means for playing basketball.

So if Himuro says he's handsome, then maybe he is. But it doesn't matter who else thinks so, so long as <he does. Still--] Only you think things like that. [He mumbles, pressing his mouth to Himuro's throat, licking a stripe up his neck before latching onto his pulse.] But it'd be annoying if others did too... [So, it's fine, he supposes, even if he'd like to pretend he totally doesn't care about it all.]

[ He likes the reaction, that he can manage to make Murasakibara get a bit flustered.

So maybe he does play dirty. Just a little bit. But he's really just voicing the way he feels, feeling little need to mask that or give any sort of cold shoulder to the single person he wants to be so close to. If that honesty is playing dirty, then he'll continue it for as long as they're together because he's too fond of Murasakibara to stop now.

He tilts his head back with a soft sigh as he feels the tongue against his skin, one hand sliding up into long hair to slide his fingers through it. ] I'd get jealous if you started getting confessions. [ Himuro's fingers curl in purple hair, gently gripping it. ] I'm sure some people have thought about it, though. I'm not the only one.

[There's another shiver that sends his large frame shuddering as Himuro's fingers curl into his hair, the slight pull as much of a tease as anything Himuro says. There's a slight tilt to his head then in the direction of the other boy's hand, his interest piqued a little more]

Haa...? [He can't imagine anyone would, but then, Himuro sometimes sees things Murasakibara misses.] I'm pretty sure most people are more scared. [He's practically a 'monster' after all, given his size. Or maybe it's something about Himuro's near-constant presence at his side that sends people second guessing and scattering away.]

But a jealous Murochin could be fun to see. [He lazily grazes his teeth against Himuro's throat, debating internally on how much of a bruise he wants to leave behind.

And then, curiously, because something he's implied suddenly sticks out to Murasakibara:] Do you have something to confess?

[ Feeling that shudder against him only makes Himuro curl his fingers a little tighter when Murasakibara tilts his head toward his hand. He doesn't plan to pull much, but he knows the grip alone will be enough for the moment. ]

Not everyone. [ Himuro doesn't remark on how stupid it is that anyone might be scared of Murasakibara at all. If his height is all they see, they deserve to keep their distance anyway. But he knows, without question, that not everyone feels that way about him. ]

I wonder. Do you think it's jealousy to throw away a confession letter someone gave me to give to you? [ Maybe it sounds hypothetical, but it's far from it. And maybe asking while Murasakibara's teeth are at his throat isn't the best time.

But he's curious, much like the question that follows. ] Do I need to confess my feelings? I never did it properly, did I?

[Murasakibara pauses in surprise, considering that a moment] Did someone? That's stupid. [He tries to decide if he cares that the letter was thrown away or not. On one hand, it's a little bothersome if Himuro ever does something like that to someone who might later confront Murasakibara about his lack of reply. On the other hand, it saves Murasakibara from having to reply in the first place.]

Hmm. If there were sweets and you threw them away too, then I'd be annoyed. [It's true enough, and he goes back to lazily planting kisses against Himuro's neck, pulling at his shirt to expose his shoulder too.

In reality, Himuro doesn't need to confess anything. It was something they just sort of...fell into. A comfortable shift and transition that seemed natural enough that Murasakibara hadn't thought of any 'proper' way to go about acknowledging it.]

You didn't. [That's all he says on it though, pulling away to look down at him, curious if he was going to actually do something with that now]

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i'm sorry this is so late!

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gah, sorry for the long delay!

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