Midousuji's eyes narrow as he lets out a grating, low hiss of exasperation at Ishigaki's response, though it's a perfectly reasonable one.
He squeezes his eyes shut with frustration, circling his hips against a lump made from his bunched up duvet, then types up his response.
gross k whatever
Midousuji shoves his phone out of sight, rolls onto his back, and rests his arm over his eyes. He lays like that for a long time, and similar to the days following his Interhigh win, he doesn't have an easy time falling asleep for much the time after.
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Midousuji hadn't been looking forward to this get together, which is why, increasingly, he wonders why the hell he agreed to go. He's been debating back and forth just ghosting the endeavor entirely, which is why he eventually ends up a little later than originally intended. If it's a ruse he needs to spend time with Ishigaki, there's others to be had—but it wasn't like Ishigaki had reached out to him at any point before then, busy with his own life. One of Ishigaki's many good qualities was that he wasn't the clingy type.
Increasingly, Midousuji's beginning to worry that in certain circumstances, he might be.
In fact, it's that maddening desire for nearness that finally makes Midousuji lug his overgrown body up to his bike, groaning almost the entire duration from his bedroom to his bike's room, eyes rolled and neck deflated with his tongue lolled. He didn't want to go. Fukutomi was like if a rock were a person, and Shinkai is—something. One of he last times they'd really interacted was when Midousuji had taunted him for his trauma, so that could be a little awkward. Not that Midousuji felt a lick of remorse, or anything... but it was odd facing your enemies out of context. There's a chance they may encounter each other in a race before Shinkai graduates, too. So it might be a good opportunity to refresh his dossiers, Midousuji tells himself...
When he finally arrives, it's as if he appears suddenly; Midousuji is by no means a graceful person, but he can startle people with his presence if they're preoccupied at times. So he stands in the hall, at the sill of the entryway of the room that Ishigaki, Shinkai and Fukutomi have taken up for the night—and he stands there, frozen, hand lifted, the rattling of the beads at the entry parted by Midousuji's thin, gloved hand being the sound alerting to his entry.
It's what he sees that has him stopped in his tracks, awkwardly hovering there like a vampire awaiting invitation to be let in. Fukutomi and Shinkai appeared to be...cuddling? Is that normal? Are they always like that? Midousuji's eyes are stuck on them for a moment, his brain struggling to parse that (not even so much because they're two guys, though Midousuji is surprised that of all people, those two specifically swing that way), then fall on the handfuls of empty sake glasses.
Oh. Right. College. Of age. Are they like that right now because they're intoxicated? Or is it always like that? Ishigaki must be aware. Are they like that just with the other?? Is anyone a potential victim of necking once intoxicated???
"Grooooossss," Midousuji announces in a low, slow drawl, tilting his head and rolling his eyes away. "Drinking is one of the worst things you can do to your body as a road racer."
no subject
He squeezes his eyes shut with frustration, circling his hips against a lump made from his bunched up duvet, then types up his response.
gross k whatever
Midousuji shoves his phone out of sight, rolls onto his back, and rests his arm over his eyes. He lays like that for a long time, and similar to the days following his Interhigh win, he doesn't have an easy time falling asleep for much the time after.
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Midousuji hadn't been looking forward to this get together, which is why, increasingly, he wonders why the hell he agreed to go. He's been debating back and forth just ghosting the endeavor entirely, which is why he eventually ends up a little later than originally intended. If it's a ruse he needs to spend time with Ishigaki, there's others to be had—but it wasn't like Ishigaki had reached out to him at any point before then, busy with his own life. One of Ishigaki's many good qualities was that he wasn't the clingy type.
Increasingly, Midousuji's beginning to worry that in certain circumstances, he might be.
In fact, it's that maddening desire for nearness that finally makes Midousuji lug his overgrown body up to his bike, groaning almost the entire duration from his bedroom to his bike's room, eyes rolled and neck deflated with his tongue lolled. He didn't want to go. Fukutomi was like if a rock were a person, and Shinkai is—something. One of he last times they'd really interacted was when Midousuji had taunted him for his trauma, so that could be a little awkward. Not that Midousuji felt a lick of remorse, or anything... but it was odd facing your enemies out of context. There's a chance they may encounter each other in a race before Shinkai graduates, too. So it might be a good opportunity to refresh his dossiers, Midousuji tells himself...
When he finally arrives, it's as if he appears suddenly; Midousuji is by no means a graceful person, but he can startle people with his presence if they're preoccupied at times. So he stands in the hall, at the sill of the entryway of the room that Ishigaki, Shinkai and Fukutomi have taken up for the night—and he stands there, frozen, hand lifted, the rattling of the beads at the entry parted by Midousuji's thin, gloved hand being the sound alerting to his entry.
It's what he sees that has him stopped in his tracks, awkwardly hovering there like a vampire awaiting invitation to be let in. Fukutomi and Shinkai appeared to be...cuddling? Is that normal? Are they always like that? Midousuji's eyes are stuck on them for a moment, his brain struggling to parse that (not even so much because they're two guys, though Midousuji is surprised that of all people, those two specifically swing that way), then fall on the handfuls of empty sake glasses.
Oh. Right. College. Of age. Are they like that right now because they're intoxicated? Or is it always like that? Ishigaki must be aware. Are they like that just with the other?? Is anyone a potential victim of necking once intoxicated???
"Grooooossss," Midousuji announces in a low, slow drawl, tilting his head and rolling his eyes away. "Drinking is one of the worst things you can do to your body as a road racer."