#shout out to my aunt making me peel vegetables for giving me a reason for them to *argue* over just. homoerotic fighting.

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46 with Sonotaro because it fits their dynamic

we've got this thing and it's untouchable (It's So Dirty, Pretty, Beautiful)

“So? Anything interesting happen?” Saruhara asked, helping himself to some popcorn out of Haruka’s bucket.

“Not yet, the same as usual,” Haruka replied. “It’s kinda boring, to be honest. Don’t they have better things to do?”

“And now, a haiku:

Snow on the mountain

melts into a balmy spring

friendship starts anew.”

“...also kinda boring,” Haruka said under her breath, snatching the popcorn bucket back as Saruhara took more.

They were currently at an empty stadium, which could cause problems if someone came to yell at them, but Haruka wasn’t too worried. What could they do, arrest her? If anything, Tarou and Sonoi were the problems here. They were the ones fighting; Haruka was just watching.

On the field, Sonoi feinted, then went for the legs, which Tarou easily avoided.

“You seem more distracted than usual, Sonoi.”

“WASTE HIM, TAROU!” Haruka yelled from the bleachers, which the two of them ignored.

“I have been talking with Sononi.”

“Oh?”

“She is...under the impression that…”

“That?”

Tarou sent Sonoi’s weapon flying, causing Haruka to cheer, popcorn flying on top of Saruhara.

Sonoi glanced at the two in the bleachers, who were now having a popcorn fight, before opening a Door and leaving, Tarou of course following.

They continued their fight, now on a rooftop of a building fairly close to Donbura.

“What was Sononi under the impression of?” Tarou asked, panting as he rushed Sonoi. “And why did you change our location?”

“I don’t wish to be seen by your teammates right now.”

Tarou nodded, accepting that answer, before turning away to avoid Sonoi’s attack.

“And Sononi?”

Sonoi attacked more fiercely, not answering.

They fought until they couldn’t anymore, Tarou a red, sweaty mess, while Sonoi just had mussed hair, the two of them catching their breath under a setting sun.

“Shall we get oden?” Sonoi asked.

“I would like to know what Sononi said, if it’s bothering you that much.”

Sonoi hesitated. “Can I tell you in a few days?”

Tarou nodded, then held out his hand. “Would you like to come help me make stew? I bought ingredients and would rather use those ingredients while they’re fresh over getting oden today.”

Sonoi took it. “I would like that.”

By unspoken agreement, they walked to Tarou’s apartment over taking a Door.

“You can peel these, please,” Tarou said, handing Sonoi carrots and a peeler, not the Y-shaped kind Sonoi was used to using, but a straighter one. Still, it only took a few seconds to figure out how to use it, peeling towards himself like he was used to.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Tarou announced. “You peel away from yourself, to keep yourself safe.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m being careful.”

“...you peel away from yourself, it also gives yourself a better grip.”

“My grip is fine, Tarou.”

“Please peel away from yourself.”

“It doesn’t matter, the peel will come off either way.”

“You have to peel away from yourself.”

Sonoi was getting annoyed, for the oden cart master had taught him the opposite.

“Tarou, you’re making it hard for me to want to admit that I like you,” he said in exasperation.

Tarou, who was in the middle of reaching out his hands like he was going to physically stop Sonoi, or maybe take away the carrot, paused.

“What?”

Sonoi replayed his last sentence, dropping the carrot when he realized what he had said.

#shout out to my aunt making me peel vegetables for giving me a reason for them to *argue* over just. homoerotic fighting.