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"Hello, this is Sougo Ousaka. Please leave a message
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"Hello, this is Sougo Ousaka. Please leave a message
and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
"Hello, this is Sougo Ousaka. Please leave a message
and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
backdated 17/09
Not that it was a surprise to Tamaki-- taking history into account, sharing a space with him had always been somewhat of a struggle, and despite his best efforts to grow up and improve some of his messier lifestyle choices, there was always something to bicker about. Whether it was a single food wrapper laid around, dirty clothes on the couch, his diet that consisted of nothing but pudding for a while now, or not making his bed... Sougo was on top of it all and ready to give him a
gentlescolding.If only that were the hard part, though. Sure, Tamaki could appreciate it if Sougo would get off his back every so often, but at the end of the day, he'd take all of that over not being with him another minute-- The issue was something far worse, something that could disrupt their sense of normalcy (as normal as things could be in Lunatia, to begin with), something that if Tamaki were to bring to the surface... it might change their promise to always be MEZZO" no matter what for good.
In the time he had spent by himself, Tamaki had a lot of time to think. About home, about Sougo, about family, about Sougo, about being an idol, about Sougo... needless to say, Sougo came up a lot in his mind. Thoughts about him just snuck their way into his mind in the most sudden of ways: if he wasn't overdoing it with work, if he ate properly, if he missed him, if he still had that gentle smile, the same crinkle in his eye when he'd smile at him, the same change of pitch in his voice when he'd call his name-- you know, just the normal things you'd think about when someone you've been with it pretty much every day for a while is suddenly gone. However, there would be times where it would be unbearable, and Tamaki always found himself at a loss on how to deal with them properly.
Until now, his mooncycle had been manageable. All he needed to do was hole up in his room for a few days, deal with it, and when it passed, then he was good to go. With Sougo around it was a whole other game. Tamaki might not be the brightest candle, but he grasps the concepts of mooncycles enough to know that Sougo has one too, just like does everyone else does in this place. As for which one it was and how that affected him in return, well... that was uncharted territory. They've been lucky until now, just seeking privacy in those moments and trying to ride it out without bumping into each other (that was the magic of MEZZO", complementing each other so well), but the same couldn't be said in present time. There was... a certain sense of dread lingering-- danger, even, an inexplicab-- okay, alright, Tamaki was horny and it was far too risky to feel air become so thick with each one of his senses detecting that Sougo, wherever he may be in the house, was dealing with the same type of problem.
There were two solutions to this problem:
- Approach Sougo (no)
-Go for a run and hope it'll cool him off ( Still sucks, but the better option here )
And with that, Tamaki runs. He's been running, metaphorically and physically for hours now to no end in the hope of clearing his mind, but as sunrise came, he has no choice but to come to terms with his frustrations and turn on his heel to head back home. If he can make a quick run for the shower and then lock himself up in his room away from Sougo, all that would be left was to play the waiting game until it was safe to face him again.
Or so he had hoped.
Upon opening the door, the object of his-- dreams? nightmares? dreams? fantasies? desires? was laying right on their couch, most likely passed out from overworking. In a way, it'd be endearing to think that Sougo was also riddled with what to do with his own thoughts of Tamaki (wishful thinking), but all of that is nothing but a light whisper in the back of Tamaki's mind, while the thumping in his heart hammered through his entire body. This was bad, the last thing he wanted was to run into Sougo sleeping like some ethereal beauty, and while he could just sneak past and just make a beeline for his room, his feet led him to his partner.
Cute. Pretty. Handsome. Unfair. It is, so unfair how much Sougo drove him insane right now. Extremely unfortunate how he can't help himself from hovering over him and staring intently at his face, the shadow cast by lashes, the curve of his nose, his lips, his lips, his lips, his lips, his lips.... hm. Well, there should be no harm to try and kiss him if he's sleeping, right? For one, he wouldn't know, and second point... they must both be low on Chroma, given the circumstances, so technically, this is a favor he's doing to the both of them.
Definitely.
All he has to do is lean in. Aaaany time now. ]
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It's for all the same reasons, really - their rooms in the dorm back home had been beside each other since the day they moved in, and they've shared enough hotel rooms by now to know how they fare in the same room as well. If Sougo hadn't been offered his own room with a door he can shut and lock, he would have needed more time to consider taking up Tamaki's offer to move in together. But the choice was only natural, and in no time at all, every day felt so much brighter. In so many ways, Tamaki was like a light that always seemed to appear when things were at their most bleak.
Some things he'd expected, like Tamaki consistently leaving his belongings around and forgetting to turn off the lights when he left the room. Sougo has just come to accept that those are integral parts of Tamaki's personality, and as long as he's putting effort in to be considerate, he doesn't need to be scolded every time he leaves his dirty socks crumpled by the front door. But at the same time, the unexpected creeps in far too often - this world is vastly different from home, and that's never more clear than when the moon cycles come into play.
The full Iris cycle isn't that difficult to navigate around, given that he and Tamaki understand their respective circumstances and just stay in their rooms as much as possible. But right now, with the slim crescent of Iris in the sky more than enough to keep him cautiously closed away in his room until the moon has passed, it's nothing short of maddening to know that Tamaki is undoubtedly experiencing his own effects in the next room over.
The more there is on Sougo's mind, the easier it is to fall deeply into work. It's almost laughably easy to waste away the hours of Iris' hold through music, carefully crafted melodies and arpeggios drowning out the sense of want thrumming steadily in the back of his mind. The hours pass quickly as his focus becomes more intense, and before long, the morning light filtering in through his window snaps Sougo out of his stupor. Ah... What time is it? When was the last time he stood up, much less actually ate something? How does he keep doing this?!
Well, there's no time like the present, is there? Forcing down a yawn, Sougo saves his work before blearily dragging himself to the kitchen, stretching as he walks to turn on the coffee pot. Tamaki is never awake this early, so it's the most opportune time to make a cup of coffee and get something to eat. The room really does feel so empty without Tamaki here... but rather than dwell on the person he's been trying so hard to get his mind off of, Sougo reclines on the couch, briefly closing his eyes. The beeping of the coffee pot will surely wake him up when it's finished, so resting here for a few minutes won't hurt...
Really, he should have known better.
Even from behind closed eyelids, the room seems slightly darker than expected when Sougo comes to, like clouds have moved in... But blearily opening his eyes makes it abundantly clear that the shadow cast over him is quite literal. The colour of the hair that falls around his face and brushes his cheeks makes it clear that the person hovering over him is Tamaki, eyes closed and leaning in almost uncomfortably close, and--
...Leaning in? Over him? Tamaki? The last dregs of sleep instantly dissipate into nothing, and unable to process exactly what's happening, all Sougo can do is look up at him with wide eyes as his breath is swiftly stolen from his lungs.
Tamaki Yotsuba, age 18, is unmistakably leaning in to kiss him, and as much as this spells danger, it's honestly one of the sweetest things that Sougo's ever seen.]
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Would that price be worth it? Absolutely. This was a once in a lifetime chance handed to him upon the gods of the moon or whatever they are and he was not about to waste it. His body was NOT receiving the messages his brain tried to send him, though, and it reduced Tamaki's entire being into this pathetic, frozen lump of meat with dramatically puckered lips and eyes sealed shut, merely inches away from Sougo.
This was impossible. Or-- maybe it wasn't? No, it definitely was. Unless...
Alright, time to run the math in his head. Sougo was sleeping anyway, so there was no need to rush into this like some mindless teenager. He is an adult that makes adult decisions now, and he is going to treat this in an adult-like way. As adults do. Just an adult hovering over his friend-partner-cru--no--roomate that he is very much trying to kiss. ]
Mmnngh...
[ The honest, morally correct thing would be not to do it. It removes the embarrassment of having to explain why he would kiss Sougo in the first place, and it's also polite not to do things to those who are sleeping. Or at least that's what Sougo would tell him: Something something, "Tamaki-kun, you have to ask for people's permission before invading their personal space!" yadda yadda... On the other hand, the moons are overlapping and there are thousands of other ways he could justify himself if he were to do it. All the right loopholes are laid before him-- So why won't his body move!? ]
Uugh... forget it...
[ Not even daring to open his eyes once, Tamaki finally gives in to the little angel on his shoulder and leans away from Sougo's face, resting his forehead on the curve of the smaller man's shoulder. ]
You're no fair, Sou-chan...
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It's hopelessly easy to justify leaning in, reservations dampened by the excitement thrumming dully through his veins... But just as his eyes flutter closed and he angles his chin up the slightest bit, the lips he'd anticipated to close over his own begin to mumble, and it takes everything in him to not heave an audible sigh.
Tamaki Yotsuba, age 18, officially has far more restraint than he does, and Sougo isn't entirely sure how to cope with that knowledge.
He doesn't have long to think about it, however, as Tamaki leans into the crook of his neck just as he opens his eyes.]
Tamaki-kun...?
[He starts gently, almost sleepily, voice just above a whisper given that he has an idea of how Tamaki will likely react if startled. Raising thin fingers, he gingerly touches the back of his partner's head, affectionately carding his fingertips through soft hair before resting his palm against Tamaki's scalp.]
How am I unfair?
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That time extends with each passing second gone without a reaction from his partner-- there's no harm in lingering a while more if Sougo just kept sleeping, is there? By that logic, of course, a kiss shouldn't have been a problem either, but Tamaki promptly tucks that thought into the back of his mind, and just as he is ready to talk himself into moving away from that comfortable, welcoming, warm, perfect sensation...
...Sougo "wakes up", and it's enough to send Tamaki's alarms blaring with the realization that he might have bitten off way, way more than he could chew. A shame, really. If it were any other type of situation, he would take advantage of Sougo's half-asleep moment of weakness and make sure that he wouldn't let this moment of affection go unnoticed. Tamaki's simply not that lucky, though. Destiny always has a way of punishing him for his stupid, stupid decisions, but this? this was just too cruel.
Still, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do to cover his ass: drop his weight on Sougo nonchalantly, and pretend that he too, was asleep on the couch. ]
Mmmngh, lemme sleep...
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...You're heavy.
[Or so he says, but even as his eyes narrow, Sougo makes no move to change their position or push Tamaki off of him. Instead, he only sighs and allows his free arm to circle around Tamaki's back, the familiar warmth of chroma beginning to make itself known.]
What are you doing out here?
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[ As long as Sougo wasn't insisting on finding out what Tamaki meant... he'll deem this a nice save. The possibility of running back to his room and hoping it'll just fade from Sougo's memory did run through his head, and frankly, it would've been the better option here for him, but his urges kept him glued to him more and more as Sougo holds him further, pliant to each gesture of affection presented to him. Echoing Sougo's sigh, he just nestles further, stirring a little into that hold, and throwing in a yawn just for the sake of maintaining his act. ]
I ran all night, too tired to go to my room...
[ Would that even be convincing? Tamaki really digs through his brain for any other white lies he could use, but maybe throwing in a little bit of truth could sell his argument better. ]
...And I needed chroma, so I fell asleep on you.
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...Is that all?
[The moment the words leave his mouth, Sougo swallows thickly, fingers curling into Tamaki's shirt. It's not like he's never kissed anyone before - far from it, but the problem here is wholly Tamaki, innocently encroaching on that last boundary keeping them from completely falling into each other.]
Tamaki-kun.
[Even shifting to bring Tamaki's face out of his shoulder as he speaks takes too long, and while he's positive that his cheeks have begun to flush faintly with colour, it's all Sougo can do to desperately hope that he's able to maintain some semblance of a composed expression. Now that they're face to face, there's no turning back.]
Your eyes may have been closed, but mine were open.
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[ His voice may have cracked, and his palms may be sweaty, but god if Tamaki wasn't fully set on seeing this act to the end, already almost savouring the sweet sweet taste of victory. He absolutely has this in the bag! Lucky for him, he's even hidden away from Sougo, so he can proudly sport a smug look...
...that is swiftly wiped away from his face the moment Sougo worms away from him, confessing that he had consciously witnessed everything up until this moment. ]
Ah.
[ Oh no. ]
Ah!!!
[ Oh. No. In a matter of seconds, all the blood in Tamaki's body rushes over to his head and anything thought that could be considered even remotely coherent vanishes from his mind to make room for nothing but utter horror. There is no turning back now that they're face to face, that much is true, but god if Tamaki wasn't going to die trying.
Wriggling his shoulders, he does his best to try and escape the couch, grasping at straws to save himself. ]
T-- I don't know what you're talking about!! I wasn't trying to do anything to you!! Anyway!! I-!!
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Tamaki-kun!
[This sort of reaction wasn't difficult to see coming, and without thinking twice, Sougo shifts both of his arms to hold Tamaki more firmly. The way he's wriggling makes it evident that he isn't actually making much of an effort to escape, but it's just as clear that Sougo isn't buying his flimsy excuse to get up.]
Calm down! I'm not upset with you.
[If anything good has come from their history of countless disagreements and stupid misunderstandings, it's that Sougo has a decent idea of what Tamaki needs to hear in order to stop flailing - a direct, concise confirmation that he isn't going to be scolded. But seriously, does he really think trying to deny it now is going to get him anywhere? The triple moon cycle spells danger for both of them, and Sougo's positive that they can both feel the imminent threat looming over their heads.]
...Tamaki-kun. Look at me. [He breaks their silence almost hesitantly, struggling to maintain what's left of his composure in spite of the faint redness on his cheeks.] Can you look me in the eye and say you're being honest?