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[With a reaction like that, Accelerator is kind of wishing he had kept his mouth shut. Endo laughs, in a more controlled manner in the hospital but it nonetheless reminds him of that, and it wouldn't be too bad if he wasn't following it up with that comment and that look, and his phone. Even an idiot could put two and two together, and Accelerator drops his hand so he can curl his nails into his palm.]
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[It's more teasing. That's all it is. It's not as if he regrets buying the new phone (it isn't a big deal, really), he just should have chosen his words more carefully given that he went for the most expensive model. At least it isn't as overt as I've just fallen for you which, even though it was a text, is still stuck in the back of his mind like an irritating fly buzzing around. Obviously, obviously this is just a continuation of that. Endo is the type of jerk that likes to tease people, something that is especially aggravating when he's so good at reading them, too. He's probably doing it because dismissing a text is easy enough, and doing the same in person is a bit harder. Especially when he's getting stared at.
Especially when he's noticing that Endo's eyes are very striking.
Why that realization is hitting him right now is beyond him but it's there, settling in next to the memory of reading that text. Accelerator fidgets in his seat, glaring with an overly harsh expression back at Endo. That only lasts a few seconds before he's glancing away, antsy for the waitress to return with his coffee so he has something else to focus on. Casual conversation isn't his forte, but he tries his best in coming up with a topic that will steer things away from Endo looking at him like that.]
How's your arm feeling?
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[It's more teasing. That's all it is. It's not as if he regrets buying the new phone (it isn't a big deal, really), he just should have chosen his words more carefully given that he went for the most expensive model. At least it isn't as overt as I've just fallen for you which, even though it was a text, is still stuck in the back of his mind like an irritating fly buzzing around. Obviously, obviously this is just a continuation of that. Endo is the type of jerk that likes to tease people, something that is especially aggravating when he's so good at reading them, too. He's probably doing it because dismissing a text is easy enough, and doing the same in person is a bit harder. Especially when he's getting stared at.
Especially when he's noticing that Endo's eyes are very striking.
Why that realization is hitting him right now is beyond him but it's there, settling in next to the memory of reading that text. Accelerator fidgets in his seat, glaring with an overly harsh expression back at Endo. That only lasts a few seconds before he's glancing away, antsy for the waitress to return with his coffee so he has something else to focus on. Casual conversation isn't his forte, but he tries his best in coming up with a topic that will steer things away from Endo looking at him like that.]
How's your arm feeling?
[ Endo goes to his bathroom and takes his time cleaning himself up. He changes back into his old pjs, as Umemiya said he was going to instruct him to do, and then walks back into the room.
In a quiet tone: ]
Are you staying?
[ That was the original plan — at least for a while longer — but Takiishi is now present in the room, despite the fact that he won't be home for hours yet. ]
In a quiet tone: ]
Are you staying?
[ That was the original plan — at least for a while longer — but Takiishi is now present in the room, despite the fact that he won't be home for hours yet. ]
Yeah, I'm staying. I'm going to cuddle you. We can keep bickering about who gets to be big spoon, or you can come here and be held for a while.
[It's much less fraught than the idea of Takiishi coming home to them having sex. Honestly, the idea of cuddling with both of them is a fantasy that Umemiya won't admit even under threat of death.]
[It's much less fraught than the idea of Takiishi coming home to them having sex. Honestly, the idea of cuddling with both of them is a fantasy that Umemiya won't admit even under threat of death.]
Alright.
[ His tone isn't combative; it's still quiet, but Endo gets into bed nonetheless and lies on his side, facing the wall. He doesn't say anything else for the moment, just waits for Umemiya to get in place. ]
[ His tone isn't combative; it's still quiet, but Endo gets into bed nonetheless and lies on his side, facing the wall. He doesn't say anything else for the moment, just waits for Umemiya to get in place. ]
[Umemiya slowly curls in around him, slotting himself in like a matching puzzle piece. Arm over Endo's waist, ankles tangling with his. Close, pressed close. Nosing at the back of his neck through Endo's hair.]
Comfy?
Comfy?
[ Though he doesn't think that he'll be able to relax so easily, all the tension within Endo begins to drain once Umemiya's curled around him. Takiishi is still in the back of his mind, as he always is, but Endo closes his eyes to enjoy this. ]
Mmm.
[ Then, after a moment: ]
You're warm.
[ Umemiya usually is, but Endo is more aware of it now. ]
Mmm.
[ Then, after a moment: ]
You're warm.
[ Umemiya usually is, but Endo is more aware of it now. ]
And you're soft.
[And in this moment, he's at peace, too, more than he usually allows himself to be. He's not a compass attuned to Takiishi; he can let the other boy slip from his mind and just hold Endo.]
[And in this moment, he's at peace, too, more than he usually allows himself to be. He's not a compass attuned to Takiishi; he can let the other boy slip from his mind and just hold Endo.]
[ Endo huffs at that, though it isn't a real protest. He still doesn't think of himself as all those adjectives Umemiya once wrote upon his skin — not when he isn't fully under — but he's it's true that he's lost some edge when it comes to Umemiya.
When it comes to this.
He doesn't overthink it. He allows himself to be lulled — not toward sleep, but not toward staying awake. Somewhere in between, fully at ease. ]
When it comes to this.
He doesn't overthink it. He allows himself to be lulled — not toward sleep, but not toward staying awake. Somewhere in between, fully at ease. ]
[Umemiya's in a similar sort of lull, a hand gently stroking along Endo's side without demanding a response, his breaths low and soft and even.
It's not more than an hour of silent drifting before the front door of the house opens and then footsteps can be heard in the kitchen.]
It's not more than an hour of silent drifting before the front door of the house opens and then footsteps can be heard in the kitchen.]
[ Endo hears his entrance immediately. He's attuned to it, and has been throughout all the time he's lived with Takiishi — especially after that incident with the door. As soon as Takiishi is walking inside, Endo breaks away from Umemiya and hisses: ]
Shit —
[ He realizes he hadn't checked in with Takiishi at all, which is unlike him, regardless of the likelihood of Takiishi not answering. He's painfully aware that he's dressed like crap and can't change, because his clothes are all in their walk-in closed.
And Umemiya is in his fucking bed. ]
Shit.
[ Rare for him, his tone takes on an emotional edge, though he's still quiet.
It's not a matter of whether Takiishi will care or not. Endo cares. He cares so fucking much that he digs the heels of his hands into his eyes to attempt to think through some stupid plan before he takes any action at all. ]
Shit —
[ He realizes he hadn't checked in with Takiishi at all, which is unlike him, regardless of the likelihood of Takiishi not answering. He's painfully aware that he's dressed like crap and can't change, because his clothes are all in their walk-in closed.
And Umemiya is in his fucking bed. ]
Shit.
[ Rare for him, his tone takes on an emotional edge, though he's still quiet.
It's not a matter of whether Takiishi will care or not. Endo cares. He cares so fucking much that he digs the heels of his hands into his eyes to attempt to think through some stupid plan before he takes any action at all. ]
[Umemiya stays still, watching Endo's back. Yeah, this isn't an idea situation, but he knew it was a risk of everything they were doing. Still, this isn't his home, and he's not sure what to do, so he's going to defer to Endo on this one.
From what both of them can hear, though, Takiishi's come home in a mood that's not immediately explosive. Nothing's being thrown across the kitchen and living room; there's no yelling.]
From what both of them can hear, though, Takiishi's come home in a mood that's not immediately explosive. Nothing's being thrown across the kitchen and living room; there's no yelling.]
Don't —
[ Endo begins in a whisper, a clear threat in his tone — one that he has never used with Umemiya before. But as soon as he says that first word, he cuts himself off, because nothing warrants any statement that would follow. Umemiya isn't doing anything at all. There's nothing to warn him off of.
And he has no plan. Sure, he could probably come up with something, but anything he thinks of would be insulting to Takiishi or offensive to Umemiya. And Endo doesn't want either of those things.
It's no big deal, on paper. Takiishi doesn't have expectations for Endo. He does like Umemiya, and that's a little fucked up on Endo's part, but that's not the part that's really messed up.
Endo had his own rules about this kind of thing. Respecting their space. Respecting Takiishi. Keeping people away, and always putting him first.
He made a stupid, selfish decision, all because he didn't want to be alone.
It's too late to take it back, so Endo opens the door and while he keeps his body language loose and easy enough, there's a subdued quality to it all the same. ]
Hey.
[ He says this to Takiishi. He hasn't given Umemiya instructions at all. In fact, he hasn't even looked at him. ]
You're home early.
[ Endo begins in a whisper, a clear threat in his tone — one that he has never used with Umemiya before. But as soon as he says that first word, he cuts himself off, because nothing warrants any statement that would follow. Umemiya isn't doing anything at all. There's nothing to warn him off of.
And he has no plan. Sure, he could probably come up with something, but anything he thinks of would be insulting to Takiishi or offensive to Umemiya. And Endo doesn't want either of those things.
It's no big deal, on paper. Takiishi doesn't have expectations for Endo. He does like Umemiya, and that's a little fucked up on Endo's part, but that's not the part that's really messed up.
Endo had his own rules about this kind of thing. Respecting their space. Respecting Takiishi. Keeping people away, and always putting him first.
He made a stupid, selfish decision, all because he didn't want to be alone.
It's too late to take it back, so Endo opens the door and while he keeps his body language loose and easy enough, there's a subdued quality to it all the same. ]
Hey.
[ He says this to Takiishi. He hasn't given Umemiya instructions at all. In fact, he hasn't even looked at him. ]
You're home early.
[ As always, Endo gets plenty of enjoyment out of watching Accelerator process his words. He's patient as he does so, continuing to exhibit bad manners with his elbow on the table, smiling without saying anything more. He doesn't want to push too hard, especially now that he has a better idea of Accelerator's thresholds. No need for him to go storming away this time. Plus, he likes Accelerator's glares almost as much as he likes making him flush. That's one of the consequences of falling for a person (or a person's god-side) — everything they do is suddenly interesting, worth observing and digging into.
But Accelerator changes the subject and Endo finally shifts, dropping his arm on the table with a loud thunk. ]
Itchy. Annoying.
[ He says this dismissively, like it isn't a big deal, but the itching is what really gets on Endo's nerves. If his arm weren't so important for fighting, he'd probably have gotten someone to take the cast off by now, the rest of his healing be damned.
(Though, technically, that is the plan — just with a little help in the form of a something not quite legal.)
He could say more, maybe even generously elaborate, but unfortunately for Accelerator, he doesn't feel like talking about his arm, nor does he feel like letting the previous subject go entirely. Without missing a beat, he transitions again. ]
You don't like women, do you?
[ Just something he's been mulling over now that he's seen Accelerator judge their waitress based on her assets (money) rather than her assets (body). In contrast, a small insinuation from Endo always elicits a nice reaction, in one form or another.
He remembers Accelerator looking at his hands — a fond memory. ]
But Accelerator changes the subject and Endo finally shifts, dropping his arm on the table with a loud thunk. ]
Itchy. Annoying.
[ He says this dismissively, like it isn't a big deal, but the itching is what really gets on Endo's nerves. If his arm weren't so important for fighting, he'd probably have gotten someone to take the cast off by now, the rest of his healing be damned.
(Though, technically, that is the plan — just with a little help in the form of a something not quite legal.)
He could say more, maybe even generously elaborate, but unfortunately for Accelerator, he doesn't feel like talking about his arm, nor does he feel like letting the previous subject go entirely. Without missing a beat, he transitions again. ]
You don't like women, do you?
[ Just something he's been mulling over now that he's seen Accelerator judge their waitress based on her assets (money) rather than her assets (body). In contrast, a small insinuation from Endo always elicits a nice reaction, in one form or another.
He remembers Accelerator looking at his hands — a fond memory. ]
It got too hot for this outfit. I was sweating.
[So, like, he could change and go back out. Or he could lounge on the couch in the nice air conditioned house. Either way, he needs a moment. Ugh, hot.
Umemiya stays in the bedroom, pretending not to be listening to everything.]
[So, like, he could change and go back out. Or he could lounge on the couch in the nice air conditioned house. Either way, he needs a moment. Ugh, hot.
Umemiya stays in the bedroom, pretending not to be listening to everything.]
[ Walking over to the thermostat to bump it down so Takiishi can cool off a little quicker, Endo asks: ]
Want me to pick something else out for you?
[ Something lighter and more comfortable. Then Endo can change, too.
When he turns back around, he glances at the door. He'll tell Takiishi, but only after he finishes taking care of him as best he can, considering. ]
Want me to pick something else out for you?
[ Something lighter and more comfortable. Then Endo can change, too.
When he turns back around, he glances at the door. He'll tell Takiishi, but only after he finishes taking care of him as best he can, considering. ]
[ Endo heads to their shared closet, carefully picks out better, looser clothes for Takiishi and quickly changes into a nicer pair of pajamas for himself — again. He also attempts to quickly tame his hair, since it's mussed from lying in bed.
When he emerges, he sets the clothes on the counter for Takiishi to grab whenever he's ready. ]
Umemiya's here, by the way.
[ He says it casually, but he doesn't feel casual about it at all. ]
When he emerges, he sets the clothes on the counter for Takiishi to grab whenever he's ready. ]
Umemiya's here, by the way.
[ He says it casually, but he doesn't feel casual about it at all. ]
[He would have loved to stay on the topic of broken arms, and not simply because it offers more chances for self-flagellation. Human anatomy is a breeze for Accelerator, he can run through all the gory details that occur when a person breaks their arm, the different kinds of bone fractures, typical medical aid in such cases, and the biology behind the healing process. It's all just science, and science is easy.
What isn't easy is that damn question. His glare deepens as Endo smoothly shifts the conversation backwards, and he has to work to come with an answer that isn't going to result in more teasing.]
.... I don't like most people.
[Which is technically true. Most people are annoying, aggravating, and he dislikes them in any kind of platonic sense. Of course, he's guessing Endo doesn't just mean platonic, though in the romantic sense it's the same. He's read plenty of novels and manga over the years that happened to include some romantic subplot or another (since he's never had friends to discuss dating and such that kind of situation isn't occurring to him), and he can safely say he never felt like what he read towards another person. Has he had complicated feelings towards another person that weren't easily categorized? Yes, he supposes, once. But that's —
That's something else. He's sure of it. And Endo is... barely tolerable? Or something else as well. He isn't really sure.
So what's left is his answer. It should be simple, but his ears are turning red and he has to fight the urge to fidget again. To compensate for his growing embarrassment, his expression turns combative.]
Is that a problem?
What isn't easy is that damn question. His glare deepens as Endo smoothly shifts the conversation backwards, and he has to work to come with an answer that isn't going to result in more teasing.]
.... I don't like most people.
[Which is technically true. Most people are annoying, aggravating, and he dislikes them in any kind of platonic sense. Of course, he's guessing Endo doesn't just mean platonic, though in the romantic sense it's the same. He's read plenty of novels and manga over the years that happened to include some romantic subplot or another (since he's never had friends to discuss dating and such that kind of situation isn't occurring to him), and he can safely say he never felt like what he read towards another person. Has he had complicated feelings towards another person that weren't easily categorized? Yes, he supposes, once. But that's —
That's something else. He's sure of it. And Endo is... barely tolerable? Or something else as well. He isn't really sure.
So what's left is his answer. It should be simple, but his ears are turning red and he has to fight the urge to fidget again. To compensate for his growing embarrassment, his expression turns combative.]
Is that a problem?
[ Truthfully, Endo has no idea how to explain how a simple, singular session spiraled into what it is today. He doesn't think Takiishi has ever really thought about his needs. In fact, Endo isn't sure if Takiishi's aware that he's a submissive at all. On paper, it's probably obvious that Endo has always desired to serve him — but that doesn't mean that Takiishi has ever cared to think about it.
Endo doesn't think he has.
And that's perfectly fine — he doesn't need him to know — but it makes this situation more awkward.
It would be even harder to explain the cascading effect of Takiishi's decision to go out, but that's because it would lead to confessions that Endo doesn't foist upon him. So all he says is: ]
I invited him.
Endo doesn't think he has.
And that's perfectly fine — he doesn't need him to know — but it makes this situation more awkward.
It would be even harder to explain the cascading effect of Takiishi's decision to go out, but that's because it would lead to confessions that Endo doesn't foist upon him. So all he says is: ]
I invited him.
[ He used to hate Umemiya. For a while, Endo felt like he'd never stop hating him, despite the developing dynamic between them. But he's admitted to himself that he doesn't, not anymore — even if he isn't always the best at conveying it.
He doesn't say this, though it's not because he's trying to be difficult or keep secrets. It's just hard to face it himself sometimes, with how everything still tangles up within him. ]
In my bedroom.
[ He isn't embarrassed — just guilty, frustrated with himself, and apologetic. ]
He doesn't say this, though it's not because he's trying to be difficult or keep secrets. It's just hard to face it himself sometimes, with how everything still tangles up within him. ]
In my bedroom.
[ He isn't embarrassed — just guilty, frustrated with himself, and apologetic. ]
[ That stretched out moment of silence is excruciating — as is Takiishi's expression. He may not be upset, but the surprise and ultimate dismissal of the topic — from Endo's perspective — only fuels Endo's mixed emotions. He wasn't trying to surprise him. Aside from the occasional treat or small gifts, Endo doesn't tend to spring the unexpected on him. But since he did — and since this is big — there's a part of him that wishes Takiishi would have more of a reaction.
That's a thought he immediately shoves down, because it's irrational. He doesn't want to make Takiishi angry or unhappy, no matter what, so it doesn't make sense that he'd want more from him.
He smiles for the first time since Takiishi's arrival. ]
Yeah, okay.
[ He wants Takiishi to be comfortable.
But as soon as Takiishi goes to do that, Endo returns to his bedroom, running a hand through his hair as he looks at Umemiya. ]
You should go.
[ This is all he says, immediately turning to go back to the kitchen to wait for Takiishi. It is not the way a submissive should be treating a Dominant. It's not the way someone should treat the person who just held him, making him feel secure and cared for in the ways he's wanted — but it feels like this is over.
He warned Umemiya. But Endo still feels like shit about it, just like he feels like shit for doing this in the first place. ]
That's a thought he immediately shoves down, because it's irrational. He doesn't want to make Takiishi angry or unhappy, no matter what, so it doesn't make sense that he'd want more from him.
He smiles for the first time since Takiishi's arrival. ]
Yeah, okay.
[ He wants Takiishi to be comfortable.
But as soon as Takiishi goes to do that, Endo returns to his bedroom, running a hand through his hair as he looks at Umemiya. ]
You should go.
[ This is all he says, immediately turning to go back to the kitchen to wait for Takiishi. It is not the way a submissive should be treating a Dominant. It's not the way someone should treat the person who just held him, making him feel secure and cared for in the ways he's wanted — but it feels like this is over.
He warned Umemiya. But Endo still feels like shit about it, just like he feels like shit for doing this in the first place. ]
I know. I didn't mean...
[To come between them. To be a point of tension. To surprise Takiishi. To make things so complicated.]
...I'm sorry.
[He stands, grabs his bag. Gives Endo a lingering look of uncertainty.]
Are you two going to be okay?
[To come between them. To be a point of tension. To surprise Takiishi. To make things so complicated.]
...I'm sorry.
[He stands, grabs his bag. Gives Endo a lingering look of uncertainty.]
Are you two going to be okay?
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