[Does it matter how old Hifumi is, when he acts like a total goofball made of pure sunshine off the clock? He doesn't think so. He's dead set on staying young at heart in a lot of ways, considering how hard life is for him when he's not... When he lets the part of him that's bruised and afraid show through. Nobody likes that Hifumi, or so he thinks. So that Hifumi stays relegated to the darkness and hidden well and truly behind the biggest, brightest smile and loudest voice in Tokyo.
His hair is still full of product and he probably at this point smells too strongly of alcohol and cigarettes to be at this close distance, but he nudges Gentaro one last time before somewhat politely righting himself at the question.]
Oh! Thanks! Doppochin's gonna be worried if I don't text him good morning. I bet he's already working hard, too! Ahhh... [His face falls for a moment.] I hope he remembered his lunch... [Nope, back to smiling, even if it's a little uneasy... because suddenly Hifumi feels guilty for being anywhere but where he should be.] I'll text him real fast! And... maybe a blanket'd be good? Gosh, you're super nice...
He feels that he's slowly uncovering yet another side of Hifumi Izanami. Gentaro's picked up on a few things--little slivers of information that he tucks away. Not to use against him, but they form a picture that Gentaro wants to see become more and more clear.
... Where did that come from? Gentaro stands and starts heading to the closet where he keeps the blankets. He pulls out a couple, just in case, and a spare pillow. ]
It's really no trouble. [ He sets the pillow down against the arm of the couch, and the blankets next to Hifumi. And he gives Hifumi one more thing: a teasing smile. ] You merely caught me on a particularly good day. How fortunate for you~
[A nice change from overnight. He's secretly uneasy about sleeping, especially in a strange place, for fear of having one of those lovely night terrors he's prone to. That wouldn't be okay to just go off about, though, so he simply smiles and finishes the tea like a good houseguest.
Looking up just in time to catch that smile, words of gratitude halt on Hifumi's tongue.]
...You really are good looking. Huh! How about that! What a smile! [He puts the tea mug down and pushes it away from the edge of the coffee table carefully, so he won't smack it with the blanket or something in his haste to get comfortable.] Maybe if you ever stop writing, you can get a job like mine! Don't you think you'd make all the ladies swoon? Probably some of the guys, too!
[ Gentaro is extremely grateful he's not holding anything, because he definitely would have dropped it. He's not unused to compliments; the countless fan letters he's saved are filled with them. But this is entirely different. This is something he's never encountered.
The fact that Hifumi, of all people, thinks he's good-looking, thinks he's got an apparently very nice smile, completely renders him speechless. His cheeks feel hot all over again, and he coughs as he looks away. Being complimented on his appearance by someone as pretty as Hifumi--
.........
Where did that come from? ]
Ah. ... While I have never considered it, I am not certain I would excel in such a profession.
[Ask Hifumi. Just ask him what he was like before he became a host.
Or don't, because he's fluffing the pillow up and patting it into place near the arm of the couch, then unfolding the blanket to draw it over himself as he turns to lay on the couch like that little exchange wasn't completely loaded.]
If you're good with words, that's part of being a host, isn't it? Haha, do you think everybody who raps could do it, then? Maybe when I put it that way, it's like... less of a good idea. [He yawns again, but it doesn't stop him.] You got a whole gimmick going on already, too. Maybe you'd like a cafe better, so you don't have to be in people's faces as much? I bet you've never fallen all over yourself telling someone how pretty they are in your life. You don't seem like the type, that's all. Even though you'd be good at it... [A grin, increasingly sleepy.] You can practice on me.
[ How is it that he's so incredibly flustered, all because of Hifumi's unexpected honesty? He clearly has no filter, too, which only makes Gentaro feel even more flustered. Gentaro decides then that this is all exhaustion-induced delirium, because the alternative is way too much for him to handle right now.
Probably ever, too.
What he's never going to be able to forget is that offer.
You'd be good at it.
Gentaro's not sure about that, and he isn't sure he wants to follow that. It's likely he won't give himself the chance. That's what he tells himself, anyway.
It's probably painfully clear that Gentaro has no idea what to do with all of that--painfully clear, and painfully awkward. ]
... Offer aside, you really should sleep. If you're still asleep in a few hours, I'll wake you.
[Hifumi's sounding very sleepy now, and his smile looks a little softer around the edges. He's trying to think of what he can do to pay Gentaro back already, though idly and slowly as his adrenaline crash settles over him. He does try to keep his eyes open long enough to get the blanket settled, even though his feet peek out at the other end. Ultimately, he drifts off with a lingering smile, hands folded on his stomach.
And then he's quiet. He's quiet for a long time, not a peep, no snoring, no labored breathing, just absolute silence that's the opposite of the racket he's been causing in Gentaro's apartment for the last hour or so.
The sun rises higher in the sky, and Hifumi's phone ever so quietly vibrates a couple of times with new messages, but he doesn't budge.
Until.
He does.
And when he does so, it's sudden, almost violent, curling to one side with a sharp intake of breath, a hand flailing out in front of him, followed by a whimper and, distinctly, the word "stop". After a few moments, he flops back onto his back just as suddenly, but his hands are restless, pulling at his hair, half clawing his face, pushing away something he must be seeing in a dream. And the protests happen again, "no" and "stop" and "why"...]
[ Hifumi sleeps so quietly that, every so often, Gentaro looks over to make sure he's doing alright. There's something peaceful about watching him, and somehow, he manages to start chipping away at that writer's block. Gentaro writes in silence, and he's making decent headway, considering how little progress he's made as of late--
And then that silence, absolute and serene, shatters like someone's taking a sledgehammer to brittle glass. Gentaro startles, alarmed, as he hears Hifumi, as he watches him in complete shock. But Gentaro can't bear to see someone in distress, so he nearly trips over his own feet in his rush to get to Hifumi. Undignified, but the situation demands decisiveness.
He doesn't want to startle or scare him, but he isn't sure-- would his words even reach him? Gentaro's hands sort of hover in the space between them as he kneels down, and he calls out firmly, ]
[He hears his name and his eyes blink rapidly open, but for a moment he isn't really seeing anything. Whatever he was dreaming about seems to sink in slowly, and he goes from confusion to something that resembles despair, curling back onto his side and reaching for Gentaro. Of course, usually it's Doppo bringing him out of this, if anyone at all, but more often than not he's left to his own devices. Having someone there, physically there, warm, concerned, close... Hifumi practically latches on to Gentaro's arms with a faltering grip, trying to pull him closer so he has something to hold on to.]
Sorry. [Why is he crying... He didn't think he'd cry in someone else's home. This, he miserably thinks, is why he doesn't have friends. This and so much more.] Sorry.
[ Gentaro is so startled that when Hifumi grips him to pull him closer, he all but falls against him. He hesitates only a moment before he loosely wraps his arms around him. This is-- this is not what he expected, but he supposes he should have.
I got stabbed at my apartment once!
Just slightly, his arms tighten around him. ]
... There's no need to apologize. [ Again, he hesitates, then brings a hand up to the back of his head. ] Not for your pain.
[If only Gentaro knew that the stabbing was the least traumatic trauma in Hifumi's life.
Still, the arms around him make Hifumi slowly lose some of the tension that's gripping him, making his body shake as he presses his face to this near-stranger's shoulder and chest. He's safe. He's not there. It's not that. It's not last night, either. It's a new day, and he's going to be okay.
And then that hand sinks into his hair, and Hifumi can't hold back a sob. It's ugly, he knows, not befitting a host, or the sunshine sort of guy he tries to be when he's comfortable. But it's the one thing he can't manage to hold back when someone's treating him kindly at times like these.
He settles down over the next minute or three, the shaking subsiding until all that really remains to show his distress is the way he's clinging to Gentaro and the unfortunate damp spot on Gentaro's clothes, near his heart.]
...No. I'm really sorry. I should've known better.
[ Gentaro doesn't mind the spot. It's only water, after all. Besides--he can't bring himself to make a fuss or criticize Hifumi in any way. He's so heartbreakingly vulnerable right now, and all Gentaro knows to do is hold him, gently card his fingers through his hair. ]
It doesn't bother me. [ His voice is quiet, little more than a murmur. ] Therefore, if it doesn't bother me, then there truly is no reason to apologize.
[He wants to look up, to try to see if Gentaro's face can betray any hint of a lie here--not that he believes the guy to be a liar, mind, just... he can't imagine someone being this kind when he's just disrupted their day. Again.
But the fingers in his hair are too soft, too gentle, too soothing. They're so kind that Hifumi believes beyond a shadow of a doubt that the man behind the gesture is unfailingly good, too. To think they were at odds in the past... it's sad, really. And Hifumi knows it was just ridiculous rivalry and his own big mouth at fault.]
Do you... [A sniff, and he tries to stop clinging so tightly.] ...do you like listening to people?
[ There's no hint of a lie in his expression. Just concern, open and honest. For a self-proclaimed liar, Gentaro isn't lying this time.
So he lets him lead. His arms are still around Hifumi, of course. He's not about to pull away when he's so affected. Gentaro's seen so many sides of Hifumi today, but he's glad for it. He's glad he's able to see a glimpse of the real Hifumi.
Granted, he's not pleased that Hifumi is so upset, so devastated. ]
I do. [ There's a small smile, pulling at the corners of his lips. ] If you would like to talk about anything, I am more than happy to listen.
[He finally looks up, just in time to catch that smile. It seems gentle. Genuine. It says he cares, somehow, maybe even has his own fears and nightmares. It reminds Hifumi that everyone who represents their Division has something or someone to fight for.
Pulling back a bit and finally letting Gentaro go, he wipes at his eyes.
This time when he talks it isn't the bright, boisterous Hifumi, nor is it the refined, extravagant host persona. He sounds... normal. Subdued. Maybe a little beat down by life. He tries to smile, but it's faint, and it doesn't reach his eyes entirely.
The fact that he wants to confide in Gentaro strikes him as strange, but also entirely logical. If anything comes of this, at worst it'll be Fling Posse using it against Matenrou at some point, and Hifumi thinks he can stomach that. He just... also doesn't think that's going to happen. He thinks this is a legitimate offer. It makes sense because in that regard, it's safe. And it avoids Hifumi telling Doppo, when Doppo is under so much stress, when Doppo is the only person who'll give him the time of day other than Sensei. And god forbid he tell Sensei about this, because he's a man of action. Hifumi doesn't want anything to come of this. He just wants it out of his head.]
Um. [He starts, stops, then he reaches to hold one of Gentaro's hands in both of his. It grounds him a bit, and though he closes his eyes for the first few words, he tries again.] So... I guess earlier it was kinda obvious that I have some problems with women? If I have my jacket on, I'm fine, but without it I get scared out of my mind when I'm around them.
[ It doesn't occur to him to reassure Hifumi that he won't use whatever he says against him, because the thought doesn't cross his mind. He's here to listen. Gentaro knows what it's like to keep secrets; he wouldn't use those against anyone.
He draws in a breath when Hifumi takes his hand. His touch may as well be made of pure electricity, the way it sparks across his skin. Gentaro swallows, hesitates for a moment, then brings his other hand over Hifumi's. He gives a gentle squeeze--easy encouragement, silent reassurance. ]
Mm. [ It's just the briefest confirmation. Another squeeze. ] Not unlike your own suit of armor, hm?
[Hifumi nods. That hand is so warm. Comforting. He instinctively pulls both their hands toward him, turning onto his back and settling them all on his chest.]
Yeah. [A pause.] I don't know where to start with that. [He laughs, hollow and faint.] How do I explain it? It's like... I became a host because I couldn't do anything else? You can't just go out in the world and expect women to not be there... So. I did the opposite, I guess? I went to them. Sort of.
[ He gives his hands a squeeze. It's... strangely intimate, but Gentaro shoves those thoughts away. He listens to Hifumi, to how he'd tackled his problem. He can't help but think they're somewhat similar.
But Hifumi, when he sheds his jacket, is unfailingly honest. Gentaro is still a liar, even when he's alone in his apartment. ]
You had very little choice. [ A pause. Another squeeze to his hands. There's something almost unreadable in Gentaro's expression. ] ... You're very brave, Hifumi. It may not seem that way, but you found a way to conquer your fears, even for a brief time.
[Hifumi's used to being close to people, in a way, so he's not thinking that much of it, other than that the sensation of hands in and on his is warm and pleasant. It makes him feel human, like the dream will fade, and so will the memories.]
No way! [This laugh is self-deprecating.] No way. Not even a little brave. Like... if I was, I wouldn't feel like running out of here right now, top speed.
His eyes widen, and he stares down at him. Hifumi's gone and said another one of those things that makes Gentaro's head spin. Did he cross a line and not realize it? He knows he does that sometimes, but-- ]
... I beg your pardon?
[ It's all he can think to say, and behind the surprise, intertwined in his voice, there's that gentle, genuine concern. ]
I'm embarrassed. [The smile he offers is honest, apologetic.] I actually want to feel bad about interrupting your day again with all this, but... [He raises their hands just a bit, and lowers them again. Emphasis.] It's kinda nice...
[Hifumi wants to say more about that, but he just smiles and leaves it, adjusting the position of his head and shoulders a bit before continuing.]
Something weird happened at the club last night, so I didn't want to go home. If Doppo saw me upset before he went to work, he'd worry. [A sigh.] And... lately, I don't want to tell him anything bad at all. He'll seriously worry. I don't want to make him feel like that.
[ Gentaro's expression softens even more, and he squeezes his hands. ]
... You're very kind. [ Hifumi had called him that earlier, too. ] You care very deeply for him.
[ A pause. Gentaro wonders how it came to this point, but when he speaks again, it's firm, resolute. ]
Should you need to talk about anything, about your past or difficult nights at work, then my door is open for you. That goes for now, until you have to leave, and the future, when you don't want to worry him.
[His smile warms a bit, less uncertain, less apologetic.]
You're... really not what I thought you were. [He pulls one of his hands out of the hold to wave it a bit defensively.] Sorry! I like guys like you, so I guess it's a darn good thing you're saying this... For me, anyway.
[Closing his eyes for another moment, as his hand ends up brushing the back of his fingers over Gentaro's cheek, he thinks about what to say next. It's pretty simple.]
Thanks. I mean it. Maybe I oughta... think about making friends sometimes, huh?
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His hair is still full of product and he probably at this point smells too strongly of alcohol and cigarettes to be at this close distance, but he nudges Gentaro one last time before somewhat politely righting himself at the question.]
Oh! Thanks! Doppochin's gonna be worried if I don't text him good morning. I bet he's already working hard, too! Ahhh... [His face falls for a moment.] I hope he remembered his lunch... [Nope, back to smiling, even if it's a little uneasy... because suddenly Hifumi feels guilty for being anywhere but where he should be.] I'll text him real fast! And... maybe a blanket'd be good? Gosh, you're super nice...
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He feels that he's slowly uncovering yet another side of Hifumi Izanami. Gentaro's picked up on a few things--little slivers of information that he tucks away. Not to use against him, but they form a picture that Gentaro wants to see become more and more clear.
... Where did that come from? Gentaro stands and starts heading to the closet where he keeps the blankets. He pulls out a couple, just in case, and a spare pillow. ]
It's really no trouble. [ He sets the pillow down against the arm of the couch, and the blankets next to Hifumi. And he gives Hifumi one more thing: a teasing smile. ] You merely caught me on a particularly good day. How fortunate for you~
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[A nice change from overnight. He's secretly uneasy about sleeping, especially in a strange place, for fear of having one of those lovely night terrors he's prone to. That wouldn't be okay to just go off about, though, so he simply smiles and finishes the tea like a good houseguest.
Looking up just in time to catch that smile, words of gratitude halt on Hifumi's tongue.]
...You really are good looking. Huh! How about that! What a smile! [He puts the tea mug down and pushes it away from the edge of the coffee table carefully, so he won't smack it with the blanket or something in his haste to get comfortable.] Maybe if you ever stop writing, you can get a job like mine! Don't you think you'd make all the ladies swoon? Probably some of the guys, too!
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The fact that Hifumi, of all people, thinks he's good-looking, thinks he's got an apparently very nice smile, completely renders him speechless. His cheeks feel hot all over again, and he coughs as he looks away. Being complimented on his appearance by someone as pretty as Hifumi--
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Where did that come from? ]
Ah. ... While I have never considered it, I am not certain I would excel in such a profession.
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[Ask Hifumi. Just ask him what he was like before he became a host.
Or don't, because he's fluffing the pillow up and patting it into place near the arm of the couch, then unfolding the blanket to draw it over himself as he turns to lay on the couch like that little exchange wasn't completely loaded.]
If you're good with words, that's part of being a host, isn't it? Haha, do you think everybody who raps could do it, then? Maybe when I put it that way, it's like... less of a good idea. [He yawns again, but it doesn't stop him.] You got a whole gimmick going on already, too. Maybe you'd like a cafe better, so you don't have to be in people's faces as much? I bet you've never fallen all over yourself telling someone how pretty they are in your life. You don't seem like the type, that's all. Even though you'd be good at it... [A grin, increasingly sleepy.] You can practice on me.
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Probably ever, too.
What he's never going to be able to forget is that offer.
You'd be good at it.
Gentaro's not sure about that, and he isn't sure he wants to follow that. It's likely he won't give himself the chance. That's what he tells himself, anyway.
It's probably painfully clear that Gentaro has no idea what to do with all of that--painfully clear, and painfully awkward. ]
... Offer aside, you really should sleep. If you're still asleep in a few hours, I'll wake you.
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[Hifumi's sounding very sleepy now, and his smile looks a little softer around the edges. He's trying to think of what he can do to pay Gentaro back already, though idly and slowly as his adrenaline crash settles over him. He does try to keep his eyes open long enough to get the blanket settled, even though his feet peek out at the other end. Ultimately, he drifts off with a lingering smile, hands folded on his stomach.
And then he's quiet. He's quiet for a long time, not a peep, no snoring, no labored breathing, just absolute silence that's the opposite of the racket he's been causing in Gentaro's apartment for the last hour or so.
The sun rises higher in the sky, and Hifumi's phone ever so quietly vibrates a couple of times with new messages, but he doesn't budge.
Until.
He does.
And when he does so, it's sudden, almost violent, curling to one side with a sharp intake of breath, a hand flailing out in front of him, followed by a whimper and, distinctly, the word "stop". After a few moments, he flops back onto his back just as suddenly, but his hands are restless, pulling at his hair, half clawing his face, pushing away something he must be seeing in a dream. And the protests happen again, "no" and "stop" and "why"...]
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And then that silence, absolute and serene, shatters like someone's taking a sledgehammer to brittle glass. Gentaro startles, alarmed, as he hears Hifumi, as he watches him in complete shock. But Gentaro can't bear to see someone in distress, so he nearly trips over his own feet in his rush to get to Hifumi. Undignified, but the situation demands decisiveness.
He doesn't want to startle or scare him, but he isn't sure-- would his words even reach him? Gentaro's hands sort of hover in the space between them as he kneels down, and he calls out firmly, ]
Hifumi-- Hifumi!
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Sorry. [Why is he crying... He didn't think he'd cry in someone else's home. This, he miserably thinks, is why he doesn't have friends. This and so much more.] Sorry.
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I got stabbed at my apartment once!
Just slightly, his arms tighten around him. ]
... There's no need to apologize. [ Again, he hesitates, then brings a hand up to the back of his head. ] Not for your pain.
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Still, the arms around him make Hifumi slowly lose some of the tension that's gripping him, making his body shake as he presses his face to this near-stranger's shoulder and chest. He's safe. He's not there. It's not that. It's not last night, either. It's a new day, and he's going to be okay.
And then that hand sinks into his hair, and Hifumi can't hold back a sob. It's ugly, he knows, not befitting a host, or the sunshine sort of guy he tries to be when he's comfortable. But it's the one thing he can't manage to hold back when someone's treating him kindly at times like these.
He settles down over the next minute or three, the shaking subsiding until all that really remains to show his distress is the way he's clinging to Gentaro and the unfortunate damp spot on Gentaro's clothes, near his heart.]
...No. I'm really sorry. I should've known better.
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It doesn't bother me. [ His voice is quiet, little more than a murmur. ] Therefore, if it doesn't bother me, then there truly is no reason to apologize.
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But the fingers in his hair are too soft, too gentle, too soothing. They're so kind that Hifumi believes beyond a shadow of a doubt that the man behind the gesture is unfailingly good, too. To think they were at odds in the past... it's sad, really. And Hifumi knows it was just ridiculous rivalry and his own big mouth at fault.]
Do you... [A sniff, and he tries to stop clinging so tightly.] ...do you like listening to people?
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So he lets him lead. His arms are still around Hifumi, of course. He's not about to pull away when he's so affected. Gentaro's seen so many sides of Hifumi today, but he's glad for it. He's glad he's able to see a glimpse of the real Hifumi.
Granted, he's not pleased that Hifumi is so upset, so devastated. ]
I do. [ There's a small smile, pulling at the corners of his lips. ] If you would like to talk about anything, I am more than happy to listen.
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Pulling back a bit and finally letting Gentaro go, he wipes at his eyes.
This time when he talks it isn't the bright, boisterous Hifumi, nor is it the refined, extravagant host persona. He sounds... normal. Subdued. Maybe a little beat down by life. He tries to smile, but it's faint, and it doesn't reach his eyes entirely.
The fact that he wants to confide in Gentaro strikes him as strange, but also entirely logical. If anything comes of this, at worst it'll be Fling Posse using it against Matenrou at some point, and Hifumi thinks he can stomach that. He just... also doesn't think that's going to happen. He thinks this is a legitimate offer. It makes sense because in that regard, it's safe. And it avoids Hifumi telling Doppo, when Doppo is under so much stress, when Doppo is the only person who'll give him the time of day other than Sensei. And god forbid he tell Sensei about this, because he's a man of action. Hifumi doesn't want anything to come of this. He just wants it out of his head.]
Um. [He starts, stops, then he reaches to hold one of Gentaro's hands in both of his. It grounds him a bit, and though he closes his eyes for the first few words, he tries again.] So... I guess earlier it was kinda obvious that I have some problems with women? If I have my jacket on, I'm fine, but without it I get scared out of my mind when I'm around them.
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He draws in a breath when Hifumi takes his hand. His touch may as well be made of pure electricity, the way it sparks across his skin. Gentaro swallows, hesitates for a moment, then brings his other hand over Hifumi's. He gives a gentle squeeze--easy encouragement, silent reassurance. ]
Mm. [ It's just the briefest confirmation. Another squeeze. ] Not unlike your own suit of armor, hm?
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Yeah. [A pause.] I don't know where to start with that. [He laughs, hollow and faint.] How do I explain it? It's like... I became a host because I couldn't do anything else? You can't just go out in the world and expect women to not be there... So. I did the opposite, I guess? I went to them. Sort of.
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But Hifumi, when he sheds his jacket, is unfailingly honest. Gentaro is still a liar, even when he's alone in his apartment. ]
You had very little choice. [ A pause. Another squeeze to his hands. There's something almost unreadable in Gentaro's expression. ] ... You're very brave, Hifumi. It may not seem that way, but you found a way to conquer your fears, even for a brief time.
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No way! [This laugh is self-deprecating.] No way. Not even a little brave. Like... if I was, I wouldn't feel like running out of here right now, top speed.
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His eyes widen, and he stares down at him. Hifumi's gone and said another one of those things that makes Gentaro's head spin. Did he cross a line and not realize it? He knows he does that sometimes, but-- ]
... I beg your pardon?
[ It's all he can think to say, and behind the surprise, intertwined in his voice, there's that gentle, genuine concern. ]
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I'm embarrassed. [The smile he offers is honest, apologetic.] I actually want to feel bad about interrupting your day again with all this, but... [He raises their hands just a bit, and lowers them again. Emphasis.] It's kinda nice...
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[ ...
Gentaro's cheeks flood with heat and color again. He finds he likes best when Hifumi smiles, when he touches him. He's not desperate. It's just--
He hadn't realized how deeply he'd be affected by simple touch. Hifumi's smile coaxes one out of Gentaro, a gentle and quiet one. ]
... Well. If I've helped ease your hurt in any way, that-- It is more than enough for me.
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Something weird happened at the club last night, so I didn't want to go home. If Doppo saw me upset before he went to work, he'd worry. [A sigh.] And... lately, I don't want to tell him anything bad at all. He'll seriously worry. I don't want to make him feel like that.
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... You're very kind. [ Hifumi had called him that earlier, too. ] You care very deeply for him.
[ A pause. Gentaro wonders how it came to this point, but when he speaks again, it's firm, resolute. ]
Should you need to talk about anything, about your past or difficult nights at work, then my door is open for you. That goes for now, until you have to leave, and the future, when you don't want to worry him.
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You're... really not what I thought you were. [He pulls one of his hands out of the hold to wave it a bit defensively.] Sorry! I like guys like you, so I guess it's a darn good thing you're saying this... For me, anyway.
[Closing his eyes for another moment, as his hand ends up brushing the back of his fingers over Gentaro's cheek, he thinks about what to say next. It's pretty simple.]
Thanks. I mean it. Maybe I oughta... think about making friends sometimes, huh?
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