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[ When Endo answers the door, he doesn't offer a greeting. He simply steps aside so Umemiya can enter.
The house is clean. Very clean. Up until he texted Umemiya, he distracted himself by tidying everything, top to bottom. The place smells faintly of clean laundry and citrus. Endo himself, while clean, isn't necessarily as tidy. He's wearing clothes that are likely surprising: old, worn pajamas that have seen much better days, which is unusual for someone whose outfits usually look new. His hair is a little more wild than usual, as though he skipped a step in taming it. Endo himself appears calm, however — borderline disinterested as he closes the door. ]
Do whatever you want. Go wherever you want.
[ That way Umemiya doesn't have to ask. ]
Just stay out of Takiishi's room. It's the one with the shut door.
[ Endo made sure the rest were open to make it easy on him. ]
The house is clean. Very clean. Up until he texted Umemiya, he distracted himself by tidying everything, top to bottom. The place smells faintly of clean laundry and citrus. Endo himself, while clean, isn't necessarily as tidy. He's wearing clothes that are likely surprising: old, worn pajamas that have seen much better days, which is unusual for someone whose outfits usually look new. His hair is a little more wild than usual, as though he skipped a step in taming it. Endo himself appears calm, however — borderline disinterested as he closes the door. ]
Do whatever you want. Go wherever you want.
[ That way Umemiya doesn't have to ask. ]
Just stay out of Takiishi's room. It's the one with the shut door.
[ Endo made sure the rest were open to make it easy on him. ]
[Umemiya looks Endo over with open confusion and concern. This is not the way he's used to seeing him, and while part of him wonders if this is a deliberate display of not giving a fuck, it's also genuinely a little worrying.]
You look like shit. Go get me a comb or hairbrush, whatever you prefer to use.
[And in the meantime, he'll take his shoes off and move to the couch, sitting on it with all the dignity of a king on his throne.]
You look like shit. Go get me a comb or hairbrush, whatever you prefer to use.
[And in the meantime, he'll take his shoes off and move to the couch, sitting on it with all the dignity of a king on his throne.]
[Well, it wasn't like he had many personal effects within Blue Lock. At least there's a bed and a little bit of space. Everything else will be a luxury.
But. Playing along will be better for now. Right? So he reaches out and touches Endo's hand lightly, as if that can be a casual gesture at this point.]
Thank you, for giving me my own personal space. That's really thoughtful and generous.
[He had expected to be sleeping at the foot of Endo's bed or something.]
But. Playing along will be better for now. Right? So he reaches out and touches Endo's hand lightly, as if that can be a casual gesture at this point.]
Thank you, for giving me my own personal space. That's really thoughtful and generous.
[He had expected to be sleeping at the foot of Endo's bed or something.]
[ Endo gives him a flat, unimpressed look, but he makes no comment because he's getting better at mitigating his bratty commentary — and also because he really just wants to be told what to do. Having his Umemiya brush his hair wasn't on the list of what he hoped to get out of this visit, but he's going to keep it simple for them both and obey.
Except, before that: ]
You want me to wet my hair first?
[ That's how he usually does it — to avoid breakage. ]
Except, before that: ]
You want me to wet my hair first?
[ That's how he usually does it — to avoid breakage. ]
Yes. And pick out some fresh clothes.
[He'll save the deeper commentary on Endo and how he chooses to display his body for later, when they're both more firmly in the right mindset.
He'll save questions for then, too.]
[He'll save the deeper commentary on Endo and how he chooses to display his body for later, when they're both more firmly in the right mindset.
He'll save questions for then, too.]
[ Oh, the day will come when he sleeps near or on Endo's bed. But Endo believes in slow and steady. Baby steps that lead to full integration, where everything becomes natural before Yukimiya knows it's happening. It's all about the long game.
That said, he's very impressed with Yukimiya's initiative. Similar to him, he had his own expectations, and one of them was that Yukimiya would be slow to adapt to these new expectations.
He grins. ]
Good work. Keep it up and I'll let you pick dinner tonight.
[ Because Takiishi will be home late. Otherwise it would be his call. ]
Get settled, take a shower, and don't try to leave. I'll give you an hour.
[ And he will time him.
But he'll also put fresh clothes near the bathroom door. There's no need for him to carry around the grime of that place. ]
That said, he's very impressed with Yukimiya's initiative. Similar to him, he had his own expectations, and one of them was that Yukimiya would be slow to adapt to these new expectations.
He grins. ]
Good work. Keep it up and I'll let you pick dinner tonight.
[ Because Takiishi will be home late. Otherwise it would be his call. ]
Get settled, take a shower, and don't try to leave. I'll give you an hour.
[ And he will time him.
But he'll also put fresh clothes near the bathroom door. There's no need for him to carry around the grime of that place. ]
[Most of that hour is spent in the shower, and at least some of that time goes into crying. But he is good enough with timing to emerge from the bathroom and dress before the hour passes completely.
And there is no immediate attempt to flee. There wouldn't have been, even without Endo saying anything.]
And there is no immediate attempt to flee. There wouldn't have been, even without Endo saying anything.]
Depends on what I'm looking for.
[ From food, from company, from business. Every audience requires their own setting — and their own approach. In the end, it's less about the food and more about the impression — or creating a little discomfort, depending on his angle. Though, if he were to get too into the topic, he'd admit that he, too, eats a lot of fast food. It's what Takiishi prefers.
He gives the host his name. She confirms their reservation, then leads them to a booth in the back, even more private than all the others. It's the only seat completely hidden from the door, which gives the sense that aside from the comings and goings of a waiter, they'll be completely alone.
Sliding into the u-shaped booth, Endo says: ]
Don't worry, this place is good.
[ According to critics and those with sensitive palates, though the menus the host hands to them might suggest otherwise to someone unaccustomed to eating in such places — especially because the listed meals are a mix of American and French, rather than the high-end cuisine associated with Japan. But Accelerator can worry about that once he's nice and cozy in their shared booth.
Endo pats the space beside him. ]
Don't be shy.
[ From food, from company, from business. Every audience requires their own setting — and their own approach. In the end, it's less about the food and more about the impression — or creating a little discomfort, depending on his angle. Though, if he were to get too into the topic, he'd admit that he, too, eats a lot of fast food. It's what Takiishi prefers.
He gives the host his name. She confirms their reservation, then leads them to a booth in the back, even more private than all the others. It's the only seat completely hidden from the door, which gives the sense that aside from the comings and goings of a waiter, they'll be completely alone.
Sliding into the u-shaped booth, Endo says: ]
Don't worry, this place is good.
[ According to critics and those with sensitive palates, though the menus the host hands to them might suggest otherwise to someone unaccustomed to eating in such places — especially because the listed meals are a mix of American and French, rather than the high-end cuisine associated with Japan. But Accelerator can worry about that once he's nice and cozy in their shared booth.
Endo pats the space beside him. ]
Don't be shy.
[ Without saying anything more, Endo goes off to his bathroom to wet his hair, giving it only a brief toweling off to keep it from dripping. Then he heads into his bedroom to change into what he assumes Umemiya expects: something newer and, while plain in color, higher-end.
When he's back in his living room, Endo holds out a wide tooth comb. ]
Better? Or do you want me to wear something more suggestive?
When he's back in his living room, Endo holds out a wide tooth comb. ]
Better? Or do you want me to wear something more suggestive?
[He accepts the comb, spreading his legs wider to make room for Endo to sit.]
This is fine. I just wanted some effort, rather than feeling like you rolled out of bed and ordered a Dom the same way you would a pizza.
It lets me pretend you might give a fuck about me or something. Stupid thought, I know.
This is fine. I just wanted some effort, rather than feeling like you rolled out of bed and ordered a Dom the same way you would a pizza.
It lets me pretend you might give a fuck about me or something. Stupid thought, I know.
You got it wrong.
[ Endo sits on the floor in the space that Umemiya makes for him. He sounds a little huffy, and there's a somewhat loaded pause, after which he says: ]
No one sees me like that.
[ Not even Takiishi — unless Endo is sick enough to have no clue what he's doing. ]
And I like those pjs.
[ He rotates out clothes, pajamas, shoes, all of it — save for that set, which has yet to be thrown away even though it's seen much better days.
In essence, it was less about not making an effort and more about being comfortable — maybe even vulnerable — in front of one person only. ]
[ Endo sits on the floor in the space that Umemiya makes for him. He sounds a little huffy, and there's a somewhat loaded pause, after which he says: ]
No one sees me like that.
[ Not even Takiishi — unless Endo is sick enough to have no clue what he's doing. ]
And I like those pjs.
[ He rotates out clothes, pajamas, shoes, all of it — save for that set, which has yet to be thrown away even though it's seen much better days.
In essence, it was less about not making an effort and more about being comfortable — maybe even vulnerable — in front of one person only. ]
...huh.
[Umemiya doesn't have an immediate response to that, so instead he turns to the task of taking care of Endo's hair. There's a pause after a few strokes with the comb, where Umemiya leans down to kiss the top of Endo's head.]
I understand now. I'm sorry. It really was a shock, considering how much you go out of your way to appear put-together.
[Umemiya doesn't have an immediate response to that, so instead he turns to the task of taking care of Endo's hair. There's a pause after a few strokes with the comb, where Umemiya leans down to kiss the top of Endo's head.]
I understand now. I'm sorry. It really was a shock, considering how much you go out of your way to appear put-together.
[ No one's ever combed Endo's hair like this before. It's strangely soothing. He feels calm and — cared for. Like he's being lulled into a submissive headspace even though this is such a simple act, and Umemiya is doing all the work. ]
Nah, I shouldn't've done it. Not like that.
[ His tone is quiet, more self-reflective than usual.
But it's true: he could've warned Umemiya, or said something when he arrived. ]
I was still being a brat about it.
[ Maybe even subconsciously testing Umemiya? Or daring him to turn away? Endo doesn't know. He gets a little fucked up when Takiishi goes off like this. ]
Nah, I shouldn't've done it. Not like that.
[ His tone is quiet, more self-reflective than usual.
But it's true: he could've warned Umemiya, or said something when he arrived. ]
I was still being a brat about it.
[ Maybe even subconsciously testing Umemiya? Or daring him to turn away? Endo doesn't know. He gets a little fucked up when Takiishi goes off like this. ]
You're a brat about most things. Luckily, I think it's kind of cute.
[He keeps working on the hair, going slower and taking longer than he needs to. It's the intricate rituals of it all.]
[He keeps working on the hair, going slower and taking longer than he needs to. It's the intricate rituals of it all.]
Cute.
[ He scoffs, but only lightly, after which he falls silent. For a long while, he says nothing, enjoying the sensation and letting it clear his mind of everything. Once Umemiya stops, Endo twists to look at him and asks: ]
You wanna chill in bed?
[ He had grand ideas for how this evening would go, but right now, he just — wants to be close to someone.
To Umemiya. ]
[ He scoffs, but only lightly, after which he falls silent. For a long while, he says nothing, enjoying the sensation and letting it clear his mind of everything. Once Umemiya stops, Endo twists to look at him and asks: ]
You wanna chill in bed?
[ He had grand ideas for how this evening would go, but right now, he just — wants to be close to someone.
To Umemiya. ]
Sure.
[He has his bag of tricks, but he might not need it, if Endo's mind is someplace else. Instead, he's just content to 'chill'.]
I'm big spoon, just so we're clear.
[He has his bag of tricks, but he might not need it, if Endo's mind is someplace else. Instead, he's just content to 'chill'.]
I'm big spoon, just so we're clear.
Yeah? What would you do if I tried to spoon you?
[ He's just being a brat again — because he is Umemiya's submissive. And even so, that's what Endo wants right now. To be held.
Maybe they'll play later tonight. Maybe before Umemiya leaves tomorrow, if Takiishi isn't home by then. Maybe they'll simply fall asleep.
He thought he wanted to kneel, but maybe he just wanted Umemiya.
Not point in overthinking it — not now that he's so relaxed. Endo leads the way to the bedroom. It's a little plain compared to the rest of the house, not devoid of personal effects, but not filled with them, either. His bed is big, though, and his sheets are very comfortable. ]
[ He's just being a brat again — because he is Umemiya's submissive. And even so, that's what Endo wants right now. To be held.
Maybe they'll play later tonight. Maybe before Umemiya leaves tomorrow, if Takiishi isn't home by then. Maybe they'll simply fall asleep.
He thought he wanted to kneel, but maybe he just wanted Umemiya.
Not point in overthinking it — not now that he's so relaxed. Endo leads the way to the bedroom. It's a little plain compared to the rest of the house, not devoid of personal effects, but not filled with them, either. His bed is big, though, and his sheets are very comfortable. ]
Probably wrestle you, until you calmed down and let me hold you.
[Whether or not this is a serious suggestion is pretty hard to tell.]
Or maybe I'd let you, but demand a forfeit, like blindfolding you or gagging you while you spooned me.
[Whether or not this is a serious suggestion is pretty hard to tell.]
Or maybe I'd let you, but demand a forfeit, like blindfolding you or gagging you while you spooned me.
[ It could be a serious suggestion...on another night. If Umemiya hadn't combed his hair, easing all of Endo out of his restless thoughts and allowing him to calm his mind.
But that doesn't stop Endo from turning around right before he reaches the bed to say: ]
You're giving me reasons to rebel.
[ With a little smirk. ]
I might have to now.
But that doesn't stop Endo from turning around right before he reaches the bed to say: ]
You're giving me reasons to rebel.
[ With a little smirk. ]
I might have to now.
[Umemiya lets out a fond laugh, reaching out to put his hand in the center of Endo's chest and shove him back onto the bed, to be clear he's absolutely not against using physical force to make him behave.]
So long as you understand the consequences, brat.
So long as you understand the consequences, brat.
[It's a perfectly normal, fancy restaurant, but as they follow the host further inside Accelerator starts to feel a mild, stifling feeling. It isn't as if the place is outright suffocating him, but the walls feel too close and he's getting the distinct sensation of standing out rather than blending in. He chalks it up to his own tastes not being anything close to this. If they were back in Academy City he wouldn't be caught dead in a restaurant this upscale. It's only a restaurant, though. He can tolerate it, especially since Endo appears perfectly comfortable.
.... Still. When they reach their booth, Accelerator squints and looks around, appraising their surroundings. The sheer amount of privacy they have doesn't escape his notice.]
...........
[He stares down at the spot Endo patted, his gaze so intense it's almost boring a hole into the seat. Then he moves to slide into the booth across from Endo, going through the whole process of retracting his crutch, then removing the arm cuff and setting is down next to himself so he can give his arm a break.
After taking the menu that's handed to him, he skims it over, and as he does his expression gradually drops. Parmesan lavash? Romesco glazed orzo? He doesn't know what half of this stuff is.]
Fuck, this is actually food?
.... Still. When they reach their booth, Accelerator squints and looks around, appraising their surroundings. The sheer amount of privacy they have doesn't escape his notice.]
...........
[He stares down at the spot Endo patted, his gaze so intense it's almost boring a hole into the seat. Then he moves to slide into the booth across from Endo, going through the whole process of retracting his crutch, then removing the arm cuff and setting is down next to himself so he can give his arm a break.
After taking the menu that's handed to him, he skims it over, and as he does his expression gradually drops. Parmesan lavash? Romesco glazed orzo? He doesn't know what half of this stuff is.]
Fuck, this is actually food?
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[ Endo allows himself to fall with the shove, hitting the bed and exhaling a slight oof sound, though he's quick to look up at Umemiya with challenge in his eyes. ]
What consequence? This is perfectly comfortable.
[ He says this as he splays out on the bed, taking up as much space as possible with his limbs, claiming it all before Umemiya tries taking his big spoon privileges. ]
What consequence? This is perfectly comfortable.
[ He says this as he splays out on the bed, taking up as much space as possible with his limbs, claiming it all before Umemiya tries taking his big spoon privileges. ]
[Umemiya slowly stalks forward, leaning in over Endo, a knee coming to rest between his legs and a hand grabbing each of his wrists. And then he kisses him. Slow and warm and hungry, staking a claim on Endo, if not on the bed.]
[ As soon as Umemiya is kissing him like he means it — like Endo is his — Endo relaxes in his hold. He hadn't been planning on putting up a real struggle, but he had thought about playing around a little longer. But why would he do that, when the needs he has tonight are being fulfilled by the way Umemiya reigns over him, the way his knee nudges against him — the way Umemiya acknowledges him every time they touch.
He surrenders.
He therefore doesn't fight the hold, but he does arch his back a little — just enough to communicate that he's seeking more as he returns the kiss, slow but passionate. ]
He surrenders.
He therefore doesn't fight the hold, but he does arch his back a little — just enough to communicate that he's seeking more as he returns the kiss, slow but passionate. ]
[ The worst of Endo's pain may be in the past, and he may no longer be on medication that lowers his inhibitions and affects his finesse, but that doesn't stop him from enjoying the way Accelerator reacts to the slightest provocations. Endo pokes, prods, and even pushes at times — because those are a few of the many tools at his disposal, and he uses them to shape a desired result. If he erodes Accelerator's defenses, if he offers all the gestures Accelerator finds disagreeable or embarrassing, and if he keeps paving the way for future conversation, then one day Accelerator will wake up and think of them as friends. He may not even want to kill him anymore, though Endo takes no issue with the potential for the sentiment to remain.
But whereas Accelerator glares at the seat and then defies Endo's suggestion, Endo himself remains completely calm and in control. Only the slightest smile touches his lips — a far cry from his near-uncontrollable laughter at the hospital — though this is subject to change. He does shrug, though, a lazy suit yourself roll of his shoulders as he opens his own menu. ]
I picked right when I reserved these seats, huh?
[ Given the commentary. Accelerator is free to criticize as much as his heart desires, because no one's going to give him dirty looks over it — since they're all alone.
He glances up from his menu to say: ]
Just watch what you say in front of the waiter. They might throw you out of here.
[ He's kidding! They wouldn't, even if Accelerator were outright rude.
Endo already warned them. ]
But whereas Accelerator glares at the seat and then defies Endo's suggestion, Endo himself remains completely calm and in control. Only the slightest smile touches his lips — a far cry from his near-uncontrollable laughter at the hospital — though this is subject to change. He does shrug, though, a lazy suit yourself roll of his shoulders as he opens his own menu. ]
I picked right when I reserved these seats, huh?
[ Given the commentary. Accelerator is free to criticize as much as his heart desires, because no one's going to give him dirty looks over it — since they're all alone.
He glances up from his menu to say: ]
Just watch what you say in front of the waiter. They might throw you out of here.
[ He's kidding! They wouldn't, even if Accelerator were outright rude.
Endo already warned them. ]
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