“Haha! Isn’t this fun? It’s just like we’re kids again~”
“I can’t believe this is what you wanted to do for your birthday.” Yumi glares ahead, scowl on his face and hands shoved deep in his pockets. Buying porn like they were fifteen year olds, sneaking out of class -- it’s not exactly an ‘adult’ birthday adventure, but at the same time, it suits Tsurugi just fine.
It’s been worse lately, the way Tsurugi flits back and forth between finally growing up and desperately wanting to relive his youth. It’s hard to say if humoring him helps or hurts, but at the same time, this is his first birthday without Touma. As stupid as the idea is, Yumi can’t bring himself to say no to him.
“Do you think they’d still think you were my older brother?” Tsurugi’s smirk is devious. “Or my older sister?”
Yumi shoves him hard enough that Tsurugi stumbles in his step, laughing all the while. “Who the hell goes and buys porn with their sister?”
“You’re right, you’re right~ ❤ Maybe they’ll think you’re my girlfriend instead. It’s too bad you’re not wearing the heels today.”
“Shut up!” This time, he’s punched in the back of the shoulder. “Don’t talk about that out here.”
Tsurugi grins, turning around on his heels to walk backwards. “Uwah---- Yumi-chan is so mean. It’s my birthday and everything~” He knows just where to pick, what buttons to push to get Yumi to respond, and he can’t resist. “You look so cute in them, too. Cute, cute…”
“I look hot,” Yumi retorts.
“Eh~? That’s a little vain, isn’t it, Yumi-chan? ❤” There’s a warmth to Tsurugi’s smile now as he cocks his head to the side, and for a minute, it looks like he’s considering staying silent. It’s better, probably, to keep things as they’ve always been, comfortably unsaid between them. Neither of them has ever been particularly adept at handling emotions. “... Thank you, Yumi-chan. For doing all of this.”
“I’m not doing anything, idiot.” When Yumi steps forward, he bumps into Tsurugi, who’s stopped in front of him.
“I mean it--”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” Yumi grabs Tsurugi’s sweater, yanking him forwards. Tsurugi’s eyes go wide with surprise when their lips meet. It’s not as if they’ve never kissed before. They’ve walked the line between friends and something else for over a decade now, but normally, this is cleverly hidden behind closed doors (and worked up to after several drinks). The closest they manage in public are the times Yumi put his arm around Tsurugi’s waist when no one else is looking. This is…
Different. Exhilarating? Terrifying?
Tsurugi finds his hand settling on the side of Yumi’s face, fingers stroking the smooth skin of his cheek. His lips part, though the kiss stays softer than what he’s used to it. It isn’t a bad thing. Whatever this is, it has always been complicated -- just like everything else in Tsurugi’s life. They both preferred to run whenever things got hard, but honestly, lately, Tsurugi has started to feel like he wants to stop running.
He can finally picture a world where that’s possible.
When the kiss ends, Tsurugi can’t help but want more of it. He’s not yet willing to pull back himself. “You know, Yumi-chan, I really…”
“If you say it, I’ll punch you.” Yumi is smiling back at him, and he kisses his forehead, just below his bangs. “Happy birthday, dumb forehead. Now, let’s go buy that stupid magazine...”