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"Yutarou-san, you okay?" Snapping out of his impressed reverie, Yutarou grinned up at Hiruka and nodded, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand and successfully smudging the blood across his face. There was a chance his nose was broken, but it didn't hurt too bad, so he doubted it. Hiruka didn't seem convinced by his reassuring grin, so to prove his point, Yuta stood and gave his friend a thumbs-up. "Yeah, I'm fine-" XX
Just as quickly as he'd gotten on his feet, Yutarou was falling again - luckily, Hiruka was there to catch him and keep him upright. "Let's go, my apartment is just a few block away from here." Sure enough, five minutes later, Yuta was sitting on the toilet in Hiruka's bathroom, having his wounds tended to by the man he'd been pining after for a month. This definitely isn't how I imagined seeing his apartment for the first time... XXX
Yutarou put all his energy into not flushing red at the close proximity between him and Hiruka - of course, he failed miserably, but at least he could say he tried his best. It didn't take long for the blood to be cleaned off his face and the scratches to be bandaged up. "That's should do it." Apparently Yuta was still in awe about the whole situation, since Hiruka burst out laughing - and by God, Hiruka's laugh made Yutarou feel giddy. XX
"You must be wondering why someone who looked like a twig like me could pulled that off, huh?" Nah, I'm just increasingly impressed and quite possibly in love with you. "It's fine, since I did get that a lot. I may not look like it, but got black belts in karate and judo, and I'm once the vice president of the acrobatic club back in high school. Wanna see my muscles?" Actually, yes. Very much. Yuta giggled a bit at how disturbingly cliche his thoughts were. As Hiruka stretched his arm out, Yutarou was thoroughly impressed by how well-toned he was, though the action didn't at all help his progressively more inappropriate inner dialogue. "I really appreciate your heroic deeds, Yutarou-san, but next time, please make sure that you're not overpowered first." "Well, its not often that I make rash decisions, but when I do, they usually have horrible consequences, if that isn't obvious enough considering the state I'm in." "But still, thanks. That was a nice punch. I never thought there would still be someone who would throw themselves in for me like that." Yuta flushed harder at the praise, and grinned a bit wider. "Don't worry, I'll always be here~" XX
As much as he wanted to stay and further explore Hiruka's apartment, Yutarou knew it was late, and Yuki was probably waiting for him. Sure enough, when he checked his phone, he found at least twenty messages from Yui demanding to know why his daughter had managed to get to the studio before him. It was also noted in one of the texts that Yuki had actually gone to Hiruka's work to see him, though obviously the man hadn't been there. "Yui says that Yu-chan visited your salon on her way home from school. She was probably disappointed to find you weren't there." Suddenly, an idea popped into his head - one that easily served as an excuse to hang out with Hiruka longer. "Hey, why don't you come over to our place for dinner? Yuki would love to see you, and I'll admit that I would like to get to know you a bit better. What do you think?" XXXX