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NANASE YUTAROU
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When Yutarou awoke the next morning, his first thought was that they'd never actually finished washing the dishes. Although they were distracted by a rather acceptable happenstance, so he couldn't bring himself to feel bad about it. He had no doubts that Hiruka wouldn't mind either. I'm still mad at my brain for not recognizing Hiruka. I have a photograph of us in my hallway, for Christ's sake! XX
Sitting up, Yuta was still groggy and half-asleep, but he was awake enough to tell that Hiruka was no longer cuddled up next to him. And it was Makoto's voice who spoke to him when he finally rubbed the sleep-gunk out of his eyes and was able to see properly. "Morninโ, Nanase-san." "...good morning, Sorayuki-kun." He said, yawning and standing up from the couch, groaning when his back creaked loudly in protest. "Nii-chanโs probably left for his work already. Want some breakfast?" XX
Since it was still only late morning, Yutarou accepted Makoto's proposal, and offered to help cook in exchange for the blanket that definitely hadn't been there when they'd fallen asleep. Yuta also knew that it had to have been a little bit weird or uncomfortable to come home late at night to find a stranger cuddling your brother on your couch. He knew he'd have been uncomfortable if it was his own brother (not that he had to worry much, since his brother was way too antisocial). XX
Unfortunately, having only met someone twice and never actually talked to them either of those two times makes for a very awkward meal, and Yutarou found himself way too nervous for someone who was just trying to eat breakfast. Why am I so nervous? Is it because this is Sora's brother? It's not like Sora's my lover or anything! I mean, I kinda want him to be, but that's beside the point... His thoughts continued on in an endlessly chaotic cycle. "So, um...oh! You made me that blue cocktail when I first came to your bar, and I forgot to compliment you..." XX
Sitting up, Yuta was still groggy and half-asleep, but he was awake enough to tell that Hiruka was no longer cuddled up next to him. And it was Makoto's voice who spoke to him when he finally rubbed the sleep-gunk out of his eyes and was able to see properly. "Morninโ, Nanase-san." "...good morning, Sorayuki-kun." He said, yawning and standing up from the couch, groaning when his back creaked loudly in protest. "Nii-chanโs probably left for his work already. Want some breakfast?" XX
Since it was still only late morning, Yutarou accepted Makoto's proposal, and offered to help cook in exchange for the blanket that definitely hadn't been there when they'd fallen asleep. Yuta also knew that it had to have been a little bit weird or uncomfortable to come home late at night to find a stranger cuddling your brother on your couch. He knew he'd have been uncomfortable if it was his own brother (not that he had to worry much, since his brother was way too antisocial). XX
Unfortunately, having only met someone twice and never actually talked to them either of those two times makes for a very awkward meal, and Yutarou found himself way too nervous for someone who was just trying to eat breakfast. Why am I so nervous? Is it because this is Sora's brother? It's not like Sora's my lover or anything! I mean, I kinda want him to be, but that's beside the point... His thoughts continued on in an endlessly chaotic cycle. "So, um...oh! You made me that blue cocktail when I first came to your bar, and I forgot to compliment you..." XX