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They're no strangers to shared space. Ever since living together in a one bedroom and one bathroom apartment, they've adapted to one another. This isn't the first time Kazutora's been in Chifuyu's bedroom or even on his bed, but this is certainly different. Just friends, Chifuyu recalls muttering the phrase. He's not convincing anyone, and the mantra hasn't concealed his own prodding desires despite how hard he tries. Sometimes, it's better to choose one's battles; this isn't one he can win.

Golden hair shrouds Kazutora's face, draped around it as if Kazutora's been framed into view beneath Chifuyu. Green eyes fixed to Kazutora, and gold reflects them back. Cheeks flushed in full, Chifuyu's nerves scream at him. Undoubtedly, Kazutora's noticed by now. The subtle shake of his arms or sporadic hitching of his breathing should make it obvious, but they've come this far. Turning back now would be a waste...

“ Ah... ” It's unclear what exactly Chifuyu's trying to say, and truthfully there's nothing on his mind. Maybe it's his attempt at quieting the nervous tension that threatens him. Evidently, Kazutora's taken it into his own hands to quiet the nerves. His fingers snake their way under the hem of Chifuyu's shirt and trail their way to Chifuyu's chest. Initially, the touch leads Chifuyu to stiffen and flex. The sensation might've tickled had Kazutora's hands not been so calloused. Instead, Chifuyu only smiles and exhales a subtle snicker. “ Your hands are kind of rough. ” Chifuyu notes with a soft chuckle. The acknowledgement is his way of indicating he doesn't mind. As Kazutora's hands explore, they shift to pulling away at Chifuyu's shirt. Compliantly, Chifuyu assists in discarding it to the floor in haste and unceremoniously. When Chifuyu's focus returns, there's something very fervent to his eyes.

In an instant, the distance between them closes with a kiss. Firm but delicate, surprising Chifuyu himself at how dexterous the action feels. And it leads to another. Then another, and his chin breaks away to start to tail along Kazutora's jawline. To his neck. To his clavicle. And eventually to the tattoo that reflects Kazutora's name. A part of Chifuyu feels almost guilty for rushing to his goal. So he savors each draw of breath between them as his lips graze and peck along tora.

“ Kazu...tora-kun. ” Chifuyu whispers, tone hushed with slight uncertainty.

And Kazutora echoes, “ Chifuyu. ”

“ Chifuyu - ”

“ Oi, Chifuyu... ”

“ Oi, Chifuyu... ” Kazutora calls, head canted to Chifuyu as he flicks Chifuyu's forehead from across the counter.

Pulled from his reverie, Chifuyu blinks suddenly. Lowering his hand from his chin, he rights his posture and lifts from his place at the cash register. Immediately wide-eyed, one hand rushes to the back of his neck sheepishly. “ Eh - o-oh... ” Turning away from Kazutora, he clears his throat. Chifuyu's almost certain his face must be beet red right now.

There's a friendly smile etched with concern along Kazutora's lips. “ You were totally spaced out for like ten minutes. ”

Lowering his hand from his neck, Chifuyu faces Kazutora properly then. There's something awkward and tense about the way he stands, but it's not exactly unusual for him. “ Right... Slow night and all... Maybe I'll close early. Don't feel like you need to stay. ”