[With the closeness, Shigeo felt so, so much better. He was safe. He wasn't alone. Reigen wanted him, was gentle with him.
Whatever self interest the man had in being with Shigeo, it didn't matter. Arataka made him happy. Maybe he was an easily manipulated fool, like Mogami said. But he'd rather be that.
Scooting a bit, Shigeo gently moved Reigen's face so that he could finally properly kiss the man.]
it’s a little like a dam bursting in reigen’s chest, flooding him with liquid longing. he makes a small urgent sound against mob’s mouth, the fingers of one hand reaching around to thread into the silky blackness of mob’s hair and kiss him back. ]
[ reigen sways towards him when he pulls back before he can think to stop himself. luckily he doesn’t have far to go, and even in the throes of this sudden painful yearning he knows better than to push.
he has a false start or two before he stammers out, voice thin, ]
Y-yeah. Just, um.
[ ... he has to be the one to get the pajamas. that requires moving, when most of him feels frozen stiff, anchored in place by the weight of mob’s gaze.
with effort he pulls back, hands sliding down to mob’s shoulders--broad shoulders, he’d noticed them on day one--before he uses them as leverage to stand up. he barely manages to disguise his slight unsteadiness as he makes his way over to his closet again, making absentminded gestures with one hand as he rummages through his sweats with the other. ]
The toothbrush you left last time is still here. It should be OK to use. [ a pause. ] You can even shower, if you want. I know you had a long day.
A shower sounds nice... thank you. I think I might.
[He's usually too tall to fit in a bath anymore. He misses baths.
Shigeo's a little slow to move, himself - he's still worn out emotionally and physically, and he's not even aware that his aura was seeping out of him so freely at the moment. The plants in the apartment were perking up and growing, just a little bit, feeding on the energy until Shigeo gently closes the bathroom door and turns on the shower.]
... you should’ve let me give you the clothes first.
[ just a small utterance to himself, though halfhearted. he stands there uselessly with a set of folded sweatpants in his arms. glances to the side at the near-silent shiver of one of his houseplants, stretching up taller than usual, like a kid on their tiptoes.
what a day, he thinks, dazed. and still--unhappy, frustratingly unhappy, that they’d gone to help the asagiris to begin with. that it came to all this. he bites his lower lip, warm from the memory of mob’s mouth, and then he shakes himself and steps to the bathroom door, lifting his hand to knock. ]
Mob, babe. Get these pants before you get undressed.
[Don't want to waste water - let alone that if he doesn't try to be prompt, he might zone out and be there for hours. ...Time has been a little weird.
After a soothing shower, and getting the chance to just breathe, Shigeo toweled off and put his borrowed pajama pants on, leaving the bathroom to go see if Reigen needed any help with setting anything up.]
[ after the door shuts, reigen pulls down the extra pillow again and considers the possibility that he might shower too. doesn’t seem right to make a freshly clean mob share a bed with someone who’s been put through his own paces, though differently.
and if he’s gonna do that, then he might as well push open the small porch door and light a cigarette. yeah, mob will have to sleep with him afterwards, but it’s fine if he showers and brushes his teeth. then they won’t go to bed smelling like--
halfway through his cigarette reigen leans back in halfway to stare at his bed. it’s fine for one person. not great for two. also mob is a big lunk of a man. who will be shirtless.
god. dimple’s never gonna let him hear the end of this when he finds out.
when the bathroom door opens again the cigarette has been ashed, the glass door shut, and reigen has gathered some sleepwear for himself. he looks up from his phone readily and stands. ]
Hey, Mob. I’m gonna take a quick shower myself, okay?
[Still a bit distant and dreamy, Shigeo nodded, leaning over to touch foreheads with Reigen again. Just a brief touch, where words were failing him.
The bed was a bit small... he sat at the foot of it, waiting before laying down to make sure Reigen was still okay with sleeping arrangements. He could probably move the sofa in there, or do a makeshift futon... hmm.]
[ when mob leans down towards him he swallows, that heat ready to rise again in his face, but for some reason the forehead touch doesn’t surprise or disappoint him at all; he just reaches up reflexively to drift an answering touch over mob’s cheek before stepping past him.
is this what relationships are like for all men like them? he can’t help but wonder. he doesn’t have much experience as a basis for comparison, no friends to use as handy reference points. are they moving slowly? is this glacial pace really okay? and isn’t that a question for people who’re in a real relationship, who aren’t just ... engaged first, yes, but business partners foremost, friends a distant third--
how can it not be real? under the hot water reigen finishes rinsing his hair, watches the drain for a minute longer than necessary. it can’t be true that mob escaped one illusion only to return to another. he deserves better than that. better than reigen.
he brushes his teeth thoroughly, exits the bathroom still toweling his hair. unlike mob, some of us can fit into medium shirts. ]
Is it too small? [ he’s smiling slightly in spite of himself. ] Last chance to back out. I’d be fine on the couch, yanno.
Yeah, I think I’ll be alright. Outside of wondering whose virtue I ought to be worrying about.
[ he drapes the towel over the back of a chair, tugs the cord on the one lit lamp, then steps closer. in one of his spontaneous fits of boldness he nudges mob’s knees apart and stands between them, reaching a hand down to mob’s hair. in the stillness of the late hour, in the aftermath of all that horror, everything feels just this side of surreal. ]
[Shigeo's eyes flutter shut, and he lets out a soft, relaxed breath as Reigen touched him.]
No... but I am feeling a lot safer right now.
[Even if a part of him somehow expected those fingers to twist and pull his hair. Or for the man to shove him back, and strike him, or hurt him, somehow. Or to say something unfathomably cruel.
Even if his mind was intrusively anticipating that, he decided to trust Reigen entirely with himself.]
[ safer. how on earth could someone like him keep mob safe?
he leans down further so he can wrap both arms around mob’s shoulders. just gonna hold him like this for a minute, breathing in mob’s hair, scented for the first time like the shampoo in his bathroom. ]
[He'll scoot himself up against the wall, and carefully lay both of them down. He could keep Reigen from rolling out of bed if he held him close, and for tonight, that was everything he could ask for.]
Is this comfortable? I can move however you need, Arataka.
[ cool cool cool in bed with handsome shirtless fiance wrapping slowly around him like a burrito. reigen just got out of the shower and he’s already gonna overheat.
luckily, he’s also tired. he grumbles as he shifts to get comfortable, reaching up to wrap his arms around mob’s neck. he’s flushed, but god dammit, this is his bed and he absolutely will not freak himself out of a halfway decent sleep. ]
This ... it’s good. [ it’s torture. it’s fine. ] Gah, you’re huge. Maybe we all should be drinking milk into our twenties.
[It doesn't pull a full laugh out of him, but his lips twitch in a slight smile. Gently kissing Arataka's head, Shigeo relaxed himself, hoping sleep would come easily enough. This was definitely already better than being in his own empty, quiet bedroom.]
[ world hard and cold, fiance chest hard and warm. reigen gives up all pretenses of giving a shit and burrows, pressing a lazy, graceless kiss to mob’s stupid collarbone. ]
[Soothing... Shigeo put a few sleepy kisses into Reigen's hair, until he started to drift off. Warm... it was warm, and comforting...
His sleep wouldn't stay terribly peaceful. A few hours into the night, his dreams were being plagued - a bit of crying in his sleep was all that preceded the sudden panic attack.]
No, no, no...!
[He started to sit up, clutching at his chest and then at his gut, clawing at it frantically as his brain lagged trying to pull itself out of REM.]
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Yeah. I missed it a lot.
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... not kissing him. just resting his forehead against mob’s for now, nose smushed against a cheekbone. ]
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Whatever self interest the man had in being with Shigeo, it didn't matter. Arataka made him happy. Maybe he was an easily manipulated fool, like Mogami said. But he'd rather be that.
Scooting a bit, Shigeo gently moved Reigen's face so that he could finally properly kiss the man.]
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it’s a little like a dam bursting in reigen’s chest, flooding him with liquid longing. he makes a small urgent sound against mob’s mouth, the fingers of one hand reaching around to thread into the silky blackness of mob’s hair and kiss him back. ]
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When Shigeo broke off the kiss and rested his forehead against Arataka's, he stared into the man's deep dark eyes, drinking in the sight of them.]
...I'll brush my teeth... and may I borrow some pajama pants again?
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he has a false start or two before he stammers out, voice thin, ]
Y-yeah. Just, um.
[ ... he has to be the one to get the pajamas. that requires moving, when most of him feels frozen stiff, anchored in place by the weight of mob’s gaze.
with effort he pulls back, hands sliding down to mob’s shoulders--broad shoulders, he’d noticed them on day one--before he uses them as leverage to stand up. he barely manages to disguise his slight unsteadiness as he makes his way over to his closet again, making absentminded gestures with one hand as he rummages through his sweats with the other. ]
The toothbrush you left last time is still here. It should be OK to use. [ a pause. ] You can even shower, if you want. I know you had a long day.
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[He's usually too tall to fit in a bath anymore. He misses baths.
Shigeo's a little slow to move, himself - he's still worn out emotionally and physically, and he's not even aware that his aura was seeping out of him so freely at the moment. The plants in the apartment were perking up and growing, just a little bit, feeding on the energy until Shigeo gently closes the bathroom door and turns on the shower.]
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[ just a small utterance to himself, though halfhearted. he stands there uselessly with a set of folded sweatpants in his arms. glances to the side at the near-silent shiver of one of his houseplants, stretching up taller than usual, like a kid on their tiptoes.
what a day, he thinks, dazed. and still--unhappy, frustratingly unhappy, that they’d gone to help the asagiris to begin with. that it came to all this. he bites his lower lip, warm from the memory of mob’s mouth, and then he shakes himself and steps to the bathroom door, lifting his hand to knock. ]
Mob, babe. Get these pants before you get undressed.
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I forgot, sorry.
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[ REIGEN ARATAKA YOU GAY PIECE OF SHIT THIS IS NOTHING YOU HAVEN’T SEEN BEFORE
valiantly still looking at his face the ENTIRE TIME as he hands over the pants ]
Alright, see ya.
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[Don't want to waste water - let alone that if he doesn't try to be prompt, he might zone out and be there for hours. ...Time has been a little weird.
After a soothing shower, and getting the chance to just breathe, Shigeo toweled off and put his borrowed pajama pants on, leaving the bathroom to go see if Reigen needed any help with setting anything up.]
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and if he’s gonna do that, then he might as well push open the small porch door and light a cigarette. yeah, mob will have to sleep with him afterwards, but it’s fine if he showers and brushes his teeth. then they won’t go to bed smelling like--
halfway through his cigarette reigen leans back in halfway to stare at his bed. it’s fine for one person. not great for two. also mob is a big lunk of a man. who will be shirtless.
god. dimple’s never gonna let him hear the end of this when he finds out.
when the bathroom door opens again the cigarette has been ashed, the glass door shut, and reigen has gathered some sleepwear for himself. he looks up from his phone readily and stands. ]
Hey, Mob. I’m gonna take a quick shower myself, okay?
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The bed was a bit small... he sat at the foot of it, waiting before laying down to make sure Reigen was still okay with sleeping arrangements. He could probably move the sofa in there, or do a makeshift futon... hmm.]
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is this what relationships are like for all men like them? he can’t help but wonder. he doesn’t have much experience as a basis for comparison, no friends to use as handy reference points. are they moving slowly? is this glacial pace really okay? and isn’t that a question for people who’re in a real relationship, who aren’t just ... engaged first, yes, but business partners foremost, friends a distant third--
how can it not be real? under the hot water reigen finishes rinsing his hair, watches the drain for a minute longer than necessary. it can’t be true that mob escaped one illusion only to return to another. he deserves better than that. better than reigen.
he brushes his teeth thoroughly, exits the bathroom still toweling his hair. unlike mob, some of us can fit into medium shirts. ]
Is it too small? [ he’s smiling slightly in spite of himself. ] Last chance to back out. I’d be fine on the couch, yanno.
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[At least, he certainly didn't before now.]
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[ he drapes the towel over the back of a chair, tugs the cord on the one lit lamp, then steps closer. in one of his spontaneous fits of boldness he nudges mob’s knees apart and stands between them, reaching a hand down to mob’s hair. in the stillness of the late hour, in the aftermath of all that horror, everything feels just this side of surreal. ]
You good?
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No... but I am feeling a lot safer right now.
[Even if a part of him somehow expected those fingers to twist and pull his hair. Or for the man to shove him back, and strike him, or hurt him, somehow. Or to say something unfathomably cruel.
Even if his mind was intrusively anticipating that, he decided to trust Reigen entirely with himself.]
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he leans down further so he can wrap both arms around mob’s shoulders. just gonna hold him like this for a minute, breathing in mob’s hair, scented for the first time like the shampoo in his bathroom. ]
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Shigeo hugged around his waist, resting his head against Reigen's chest, listening fondly to the man's heartbeat.]
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eventually he brushes a kiss over the top of mob’s head, and then slides his hands back to mob’s shoulders. ]
Come on. Lie down.
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[He'll scoot himself up against the wall, and carefully lay both of them down. He could keep Reigen from rolling out of bed if he held him close, and for tonight, that was everything he could ask for.]
Is this comfortable? I can move however you need, Arataka.
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luckily, he’s also tired. he grumbles as he shifts to get comfortable, reaching up to wrap his arms around mob’s neck. he’s flushed, but god dammit, this is his bed and he absolutely will not freak himself out of a halfway decent sleep. ]
This ... it’s good. [ it’s torture. it’s fine. ] Gah, you’re huge. Maybe we all should be drinking milk into our twenties.
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Good night, Arataka.
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Night.
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His sleep wouldn't stay terribly peaceful. A few hours into the night, his dreams were being plagued - a bit of crying in his sleep was all that preceded the sudden panic attack.]
No, no, no...!
[He started to sit up, clutching at his chest and then at his gut, clawing at it frantically as his brain lagged trying to pull itself out of REM.]
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