Birds of a Feather
See you later, Ryoji-san. [Ryoji had already been told that he could stay longer as long as he went home at night, and they'd capitalized on that to talk about everything underneath the sun: Girls, school and so on were the main topics although they'd also shared a joke here and there. Minato was supposed to see him off, but it was his turn to shower and he'd left to take a quick bath-
Only to return in his bedclothes with his hair a little damp and feeling sleepy, stifling a yawn as he opens the door and blinking in surprise when he sees Ryoji lying on his bed. He walks over to the railing to place his towel before kneeling down to look at his friend and shake him gently.] ...are you alright?
Only to return in his bedclothes with his hair a little damp and feeling sleepy, stifling a yawn as he opens the door and blinking in surprise when he sees Ryoji lying on his bed. He walks over to the railing to place his towel before kneeling down to look at his friend and shake him gently.] ...are you alright?
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A-Ah, nope. I think I fell asleep just when I was about to leave... I guess I was more tired than I thought. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to m-make everything weird!
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No, it's alright...no one seems to be awake yet either. [A sudden sound makes him sit upright in alarm, half-expecting Mitsuru to come knocking on the door next before he takes a few deep breaths and calms down.]
I think they'll understand if they knew what happened. How did you end up like that, anyway? You seemed alright last time.
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He shakes his head.]
Y-Yeah, that’s good. We wouldn’t want to shock them all awake… A-And there’s probably rules against this isn’t there?
[He laughs sheepishly.]
W-Well, I kind of have trouble sleeping most nights. I’m a bit of an insomniac… but that means that whenever I’m tired, I can’t really control where I end up crashing.
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It's a bit too late for that. Are you feeling better now? [And with that Minato's scrutinizing his friend to make sure he's okay- he knows how problematic it can be to fall asleep everywhere!]
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I-I’m just fine! I got a good sleep, even if it was a little weird, so I’ll be able to make it through the day.
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[Ryoji would be happy to, but he’s still pretty embarrassed…]
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[He nods at Minato’s suggestion.]
Sure… should we tell them, or should I just say I got here this morning?
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I think it'd be better to say that you got here this morning. I'll get changed too so it looks like you came here to ask me out.
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[He smirks, but in all honesty, Ryoji just wants whatever will make Minato happiest, so he’s worried hanging out with him may not be the right choice.]
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Of course. We haven't been able to spend much time together, and I'd like to talk more to you.
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[He’s smiling widely, and he can feel a bit of a blush creeping onto his cheeks, but he dismisses it as simple happiness.]
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I'm glad that you like talking to me too [But they still have other matters to settle, so he gets up from the bed.] Let's wait for them downstairs and get breakfast first, I think it'd be nice if we ate together.
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[He stretches his arms, yawning, and then pushes himself off the bed, following Minato downstairs to the kitchen area. He’s never been back here before… he kind of assumed that it was off limits.]
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[He takes the kettle from Minato with a grin and starts filling it with water. After getting it ready, he starts rummaging through the cupboards.]
Where do you keep your tea?
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[And indeed he does, after a few minutes of searching. He takes out two of the packets and starts getting the mugs ready for when the water is finished boiling.]
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[He takes the sugar to the table, and after sitting down, adds a generous spoonful to the liquid. No wonder he hardly sleeps, with how much he likes sweet things…]
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Do you usually take that much sugar at home too?
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[He blows on the tea and then takes a long sip, sighing happily. Deep down, he knows it’s unhealthy, but it just tastes too good this way to give up.]
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[He’s still smiling, but it’s a little strained. He sets his cup down and stirs the liquid thoughtfully.]
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