[ Like Takumi, Eito has no idea what to expect at the end of this war. He still hates humanity, but he's come to realize that perhaps, with time, he can come to love Futurans. Right now, that idealistic wish, along with his beloved, ugly friends, is what's keeping him going. ]
Good evening, Takumi-kun.
[ Eito's sterile, stark white room is not the most welcoming place, but he tried to make it nice for Takumi, ensuring that the lamp is on to cast a warm, dim glow over the vicinity. The bed is made neatly, of course. Everything is in perfect order. And perhaps most importantly, the... 'items' are in the nightstand drawer.
By now, he's gotten a little more used to his lack of vision, so navigating his room isn't as difficult as it was on the first day of being blind. However, to him, his cage had always felt homier than this. Eito enjoyed being in the courtyard, fake scenery and all. The bubble of the nearby fountain was soothing.
He smiles pleasantly, sunglasses perched on his nose. ]
Come in?
[ Eito steps aside, making space for Takumi to enter the room. ]
[ dipping his head a little, takumi passes eito and wanders further into his bedroom. he's been in here a few times by now, but it's still as clean and perfectly put together as always. nothing is out of place, and it almost looks as though no one lives here. eito's scent is hard to pick up, too... not like takumi was trying to search for it or anything.
he turns around after giving the sofa and bed a once-over. while not unusual, both of takumi's hands are buried in his pockets. ]
I brought you something.
[ the keenest of ears would pick up the tiny note of hesitance there. ]
[ Eito does have the keenest of ears, so naturally, he can sense that bit of hesitation in Takumi's voice. Once the door is shut behind them, Eito locks it with a quiet but audible click before turning toward Takumi and tilting his head to the side curiously.
It feels important to him to ensure that Takumi is comfortable and settled, but he's not sure how to make that happen... yet, at least. For now, he's patient. ]
[ takumi reveals a flat, nine inch-ish rectangle from his hoodie. obviously, eito can't determine what it is once it's been pressed into his gloves, so takumi shyly elaborates. ]
It's an e-reader. I know you really like reading. [ liked is more accurate, but that's a touch painful. ] I made it for you.
[ he rocks onto the balls of his feet, lowering his chin. ]
There's a text-to-speech function.
[ therefore allowing eito to actually indulge in his interest again. ]
For a few seconds, Eito's brain is buffering. But then, gently, carefully, his fingers run alongside the device, feeling out the shape of it, the size of the screen and buttons. He takes his time with it, expression totally unreadable behind his glasses. The room is so silent you could hear a pin drop.
And then, a moment later, Eito's body moves on its own, before his mind can even fully catch up. After setting the e-reader into a jacket pocket, where it's secure, he reaches out toward Takumi and wraps his arms around him in a tight hug, tucking his chin against the crown of Takumi's head. ]
Takumi-kun...!
[ He's able to reign in his emotions before he actually becomes tearful, but the weight of his feelings is palpable in his voice. It's the most thoughtful gift Takumi or anyone else could have possibly made him. It's perfect. ]
Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.
[ Eito murmurs his thanks into Takumi's hair and squeezes him a little tighter. The angle is a little awkward due to their heights, but that's nothing compared to how warm and fuzzy he feels on the inside.
Is someone like him even allowed to be this happy? ]
You're so nice... too nice. I can't wait to try it out.
[ the silence and lack of response has takumi's stomach twisting in knots, but he wills himself to stand still and wait for eito to reply. he just hopes that he didn't misstep, that this wasn't a gift that was cruel to eito after having lost his sight. yes, it'd give him the opportunity to read again, but it might just remind eito that he lives in darkness, left to his imagination and nothing but.
however, much to takumi's surprise, eito suddenly tucks the e-reader into his pocket, reaches out, and—
[ if, say, takumi had been searching for eito's scent before, he no longer has to look for it. he breathes it in the instant he's pressed into that big fluffy jacket, eito's warmth, too, enveloping him. both parts are familiar and nice and something that takumi wishes remained with him all the time... but as comforting as they are, takumi still has no idea what's going on. he visibly flusters in eito's grip until eito speaks up.
...his voice is thick with emotion, like he could almost cry. that instantly soothes the embarrassment having flooded takumi's body, and he untenses, lashes lowering as he reaches up. his arms circle around eito, small fingers peeking out of his hoodie sleeves as they curl into eito's back. takumi then buries his face in. he sounds muffled when he speaks, but there's distinct sincerity in his tone. ]
Mm. You're welcome, Aotsuki.
[ takumi doesn't even realize he's leaning up on the tips of his toes. ]
I'm glad you like it. I can set it up for you tonight.
[ Eito nods against Takumi's head, cheek pressed into his hair. When he responds, his voice is little more than a murmur, tone matching Takumi's.]
I'll take good care of you, so don't worry about a thing.
[ Finally, he draws back with a quiet sigh, looking thoughtful. ]
If only I had thought to make you something, too... besides, well. The items.
[ Takumi has made it no secret that he has no idea what kinds of items Eito is talking about, which makes it all the more fun to be vague about it. He'll find out, eventually. ]
Would you like to sit together? I want you to be comfortable.
Oh, I know you can. It's not that I'm doubting that. I just meant—
[ Eito adjusts his glasses, looking down as though he's meeting Takumi's eyes. ]
All the novels I've read make occasions such as this one out to be special. And so I had the thought that I want to make it special for you, too. After everything you've done for me, you deserve that much, I think.
[ That admission, so painfully honest, makes his ears turn pink. But with that, he reaches down, finding Takumi's hand and lacing their fingers together. Then, he takes a step forward, toward the bed. ]
'Good'? [ Not quite. ] That's... up for debate. At the time, I couldn't relate to the characters at all, which was frustrating. And the writing style was... hm... the prose tends to be too flowery for my tastes.
[ Instead of taking another step, he pauses and turns toward Takumi again. ]
They were enlightening, though, I'll say that much. I learned a lot. Why, are you interested? The library is surprisingly well-stocked.
[ he isn't the most horny guy around, so he can't imagine himself reading flowery smut novels. takumi will take eito's word for it. ]
I wonder why they're in the library, though.
[ pursing his lip, he shrugs off his jacket and tosses it—sorry, eito—aside before stepping past eito and plopping onto the mattress. naturally, this nudges eito along to follow after. ]
The only stuff I read like that were eroge... But I was forced to and they were kind of weird.
That's true. And they did teach you... I'll have be grateful for that.
[ for takumi, his memories of darumi's eroge are saturated in embarrassment. he'd just about been peeking through his fingers at the screen, too unsure what he was looking at to decide it was actually attractive or not. there were definitely naked bodies, but... lots of strange situations, too. her tastes were really out there.
but there is something novel about eito reading romance novels...
takumi makes a small hrm of acknowledgement and tightens his grip on eito's hand. ]
How do you want me?
[ probably takumi's most unintentionally erotic line ever. ]
[ Oh! Just like that, splotchy pink blooms on his cheeks and forehead, all the blood in his body rushing to his face. That was... a lot more straightforward than he expected from Takumi. ]
I—
[ Eito sort of flounders for a few seconds, his brain taking its sweet time to finish assessing the situation, stuck buffering for the second time since Takumi entered the room. How is he even supposed to answer that question? About a thousand different mental images flash through his mind in rapid succession, every single one of them too obscene and salacious to describe. ]
L-Lie on your back. Wait, here—
[ He unlaces their fingers and shifts, reaching over Takumi to grab a pillow from the head of the bed. There are still pillows for him to lie on, but this one should be used for— ]
Tuck this underneath your thighs.
[ A pause. Then, he rakes a hand through his hair, lips curved into a thoughtful frown. ]
Or, on second thought, maybe, ah... Maybe we should undress first.
[ truthfully, takumi hadn't expected eito to fluster. he tilts his head a little, curiously eying the flush in eito's face—even his forehead, too, takumi notes—and listening to him struggle to piece together his thoughts. when eito settles on their clothes needing to be removed, takumi blinks once before nodding. ]
Oh. Okay, I can do that.
[ he isn't fussed about stripping despite the fact their last two sexual encounters occurred nearly clothed. takumi has seen eito's chest already from prior exploration, and the same can be said for eito with takumi's, too. as for what's beyond that, lower... no, takumi hasn't taken it into consideration yet.
with a horrid amount of nonchalance, he reaches for his hoodie and tugs his over his head to reveal pale, soft skin and little angularity. the influence of artificial light for a majority of his life and small stints of training have left takumi not overly masculine. cute, if anything. he then undoes his belt, fiddling with it for a second or two, and pulls it free. takumi's jeans come next, and now—huh. does he take off his boxers? ]
Aotsuki, these, too?
[ takumi has tiny hips and a small ass, so his boxers are just as petite. the fabric is interwoven with navy plaid. ]
[ Uselessly, Eito doesn't budge an inch as Takumi undresses as though they've done this plenty of times. He can't see, of course, but he can hear the rustle of fabric, followed by the sound of a belt unbuckling and then a zipper. The flush on his face doesn't go anywhere.
It's only fair that he undresses, too, but Eito feels frozen, helpless to do anything but imagine what Takumi might look like right now.
The worst part about all of this is how casual Takumi sounds. Is this really not such a big deal for him? Is he crazy? He feels crazy. ]
The pillow is so you're comfortable while I'm—[ He swallows thickly. ]—while I'm inside.
[ It's a small miracle that his voice doesn't crack on that last part. Thank God. He's so fixated on the damn pillow that Eito neglects to answer Takumi's first question. ]
It should help with achieving the proper angle, too. Supposedly.
[ whatever carefree attitude takumi had before evaporates, and he balls his hands into fists and covers his chest a little. the gesture isn't because he's hiding—not strictly—but more in line with self-defense. ]
I thought you were—uh, no, I was going to be the one...
[ that's the only reason he wasn't freaking out!
being told to lie down seemed normal, and, yeah, the pillow confused him, but takumi really did assume eito was just going to maybe s-sit on him or something...
no one laugh; takumi isn't that imaginative and he's stupid. ]
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Good evening, Takumi-kun.
[ Eito's sterile, stark white room is not the most welcoming place, but he tried to make it nice for Takumi, ensuring that the lamp is on to cast a warm, dim glow over the vicinity. The bed is made neatly, of course. Everything is in perfect order. And perhaps most importantly, the... 'items' are in the nightstand drawer.
By now, he's gotten a little more used to his lack of vision, so navigating his room isn't as difficult as it was on the first day of being blind. However, to him, his cage had always felt homier than this. Eito enjoyed being in the courtyard, fake scenery and all. The bubble of the nearby fountain was soothing.
He smiles pleasantly, sunglasses perched on his nose. ]
Come in?
[ Eito steps aside, making space for Takumi to enter the room. ]
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he turns around after giving the sofa and bed a once-over. while not unusual, both of takumi's hands are buried in his pockets. ]
I brought you something.
[ the keenest of ears would pick up the tiny note of hesitance there. ]
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[ Eito does have the keenest of ears, so naturally, he can sense that bit of hesitation in Takumi's voice. Once the door is shut behind them, Eito locks it with a quiet but audible click before turning toward Takumi and tilting his head to the side curiously.
It feels important to him to ensure that Takumi is comfortable and settled, but he's not sure how to make that happen... yet, at least. For now, he's patient. ]
What is it? Don't keep me in suspense, now.
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[ takumi reveals a flat, nine inch-ish rectangle from his hoodie. obviously, eito can't determine what it is once it's been pressed into his gloves, so takumi shyly elaborates. ]
It's an e-reader. I know you really like reading. [ liked is more accurate, but that's a touch painful. ] I made it for you.
[ he rocks onto the balls of his feet, lowering his chin. ]
There's a text-to-speech function.
[ therefore allowing eito to actually indulge in his interest again. ]
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For a few seconds, Eito's brain is buffering. But then, gently, carefully, his fingers run alongside the device, feeling out the shape of it, the size of the screen and buttons. He takes his time with it, expression totally unreadable behind his glasses. The room is so silent you could hear a pin drop.
And then, a moment later, Eito's body moves on its own, before his mind can even fully catch up. After setting the e-reader into a jacket pocket, where it's secure, he reaches out toward Takumi and wraps his arms around him in a tight hug, tucking his chin against the crown of Takumi's head. ]
Takumi-kun...!
[ He's able to reign in his emotions before he actually becomes tearful, but the weight of his feelings is palpable in his voice. It's the most thoughtful gift Takumi or anyone else could have possibly made him. It's perfect. ]
Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.
[ Eito murmurs his thanks into Takumi's hair and squeezes him a little tighter. The angle is a little awkward due to their heights, but that's nothing compared to how warm and fuzzy he feels on the inside.
Is someone like him even allowed to be this happy? ]
You're so nice... too nice. I can't wait to try it out.
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however, much to takumi's surprise, eito suddenly tucks the e-reader into his pocket, reaches out, and—
tugs takumi into a hug. ]
...!
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...his voice is thick with emotion, like he could almost cry. that instantly soothes the embarrassment having flooded takumi's body, and he untenses, lashes lowering as he reaches up. his arms circle around eito, small fingers peeking out of his hoodie sleeves as they curl into eito's back. takumi then buries his face in. he sounds muffled when he speaks, but there's distinct sincerity in his tone. ]
Mm. You're welcome, Aotsuki.
[ takumi doesn't even realize he's leaning up on the tips of his toes. ]
I'm glad you like it. I can set it up for you tonight.
[ his volume lowers, a little demure. ]
Please look after me today.
(staggers backward) OUGH
I'll take good care of you, so don't worry about a thing.
[ Finally, he draws back with a quiet sigh, looking thoughtful. ]
If only I had thought to make you something, too... besides, well. The items.
[ Takumi has made it no secret that he has no idea what kinds of items Eito is talking about, which makes it all the more fun to be vague about it. He'll find out, eventually. ]
Would you like to sit together? I want you to be comfortable.
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hrm.
takumi pokes his head out of eito's jacket to peer up into his face. ]
You don't have to do all the work. I can do stuff, too.
[ stuff. whatever that means. ]
So, you don't have to be careful with me. I'm already comfortable.
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[ Eito adjusts his glasses, looking down as though he's meeting Takumi's eyes. ]
All the novels I've read make occasions such as this one out to be special. And so I had the thought that I want to make it special for you, too. After everything you've done for me, you deserve that much, I think.
[ That admission, so painfully honest, makes his ears turn pink. But with that, he reaches down, finding Takumi's hand and lacing their fingers together. Then, he takes a step forward, toward the bed. ]
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[ said confidently. ]
But thanks. I'm letting you do some of the legwork, but like I said, you can trust me, too.
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[ somewhere beyond the stars, darumi is shouting, 'Takumi! Don't you wanna know about the wild world of boy's love?!' ]
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[ Instead of taking another step, he pauses and turns toward Takumi again. ]
They were enlightening, though, I'll say that much. I learned a lot. Why, are you interested? The library is surprisingly well-stocked.
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[ he isn't the most horny guy around, so he can't imagine himself reading flowery smut novels. takumi will take eito's word for it. ]
I wonder why they're in the library, though.
[ pursing his lip, he shrugs off his jacket and tosses it—sorry, eito—aside before stepping past eito and plopping onto the mattress. naturally, this nudges eito along to follow after. ]
The only stuff I read like that were eroge... But I was forced to and they were kind of weird.
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I would imagine so. But unlike eroge, I believe the novels were meant to be romantic.
[ As opposed to mindless horny slop. ]
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[ for takumi, his memories of darumi's eroge are saturated in embarrassment. he'd just about been peeking through his fingers at the screen, too unsure what he was looking at to decide it was actually attractive or not. there were definitely naked bodies, but... lots of strange situations, too. her tastes were really out there.
but there is something novel about eito reading romance novels...
takumi makes a small hrm of acknowledgement and tightens his grip on eito's hand. ]
How do you want me?
[ probably takumi's most unintentionally erotic line ever. ]
eito moe nuke
I—
[ Eito sort of flounders for a few seconds, his brain taking its sweet time to finish assessing the situation, stuck buffering for the second time since Takumi entered the room. How is he even supposed to answer that question? About a thousand different mental images flash through his mind in rapid succession, every single one of them too obscene and salacious to describe. ]
L-Lie on your back. Wait, here—
[ He unlaces their fingers and shifts, reaching over Takumi to grab a pillow from the head of the bed. There are still pillows for him to lie on, but this one should be used for— ]
Tuck this underneath your thighs.
[ A pause. Then, he rakes a hand through his hair, lips curved into a thoughtful frown. ]
Or, on second thought, maybe, ah... Maybe we should undress first.
OOGH
Oh. Okay, I can do that.
[ he isn't fussed about stripping despite the fact their last two sexual encounters occurred nearly clothed. takumi has seen eito's chest already from prior exploration, and the same can be said for eito with takumi's, too. as for what's beyond that, lower... no, takumi hasn't taken it into consideration yet.
with a horrid amount of nonchalance, he reaches for his hoodie and tugs his over his head to reveal pale, soft skin and little angularity. the influence of artificial light for a majority of his life and small stints of training have left takumi not overly masculine. cute, if anything. he then undoes his belt, fiddling with it for a second or two, and pulls it free. takumi's jeans come next, and now—huh. does he take off his boxers? ]
Aotsuki, these, too?
[ takumi has tiny hips and a small ass, so his boxers are just as petite. the fabric is interwoven with navy plaid. ]
And do I still need the pillow...?
[ why though. ]
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It's only fair that he undresses, too, but Eito feels frozen, helpless to do anything but imagine what Takumi might look like right now.
The worst part about all of this is how casual Takumi sounds. Is this really not such a big deal for him? Is he crazy? He feels crazy. ]
The pillow is so you're comfortable while I'm—[ He swallows thickly. ]—while I'm inside.
[ It's a small miracle that his voice doesn't crack on that last part. Thank God. He's so fixated on the damn pillow that Eito neglects to answer Takumi's first question. ]
It should help with achieving the proper angle, too. Supposedly.
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[ whatever carefree attitude takumi had before evaporates, and he balls his hands into fists and covers his chest a little. the gesture isn't because he's hiding—not strictly—but more in line with self-defense. ]
I thought you were—uh, no, I was going to be the one...
[ that's the only reason he wasn't freaking out!
being told to lie down seemed normal, and, yeah, the pillow confused him, but takumi really did assume eito was just going to maybe s-sit on him or something...
no one laugh; takumi isn't that imaginative and he's stupid. ]
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Are you serious, Takumi-kun? I genuinely can't tell whether or not you're joking.
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[ is it really that surprising??? ]
It's still possible, right? I mean, I—I can do it...!
[ sure. ]
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guy who says 'tch...' in bed
MOE......
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