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a kiss out of jealousy

for @redhydro | prompt: mikototsu + a kiss out of jealousy

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“King, is that girl your friend?” Tatara asked one day, as they were walking home from school.

Tatara had been waiting at the gate of Mikoto and Kusanagi’s high school, and when he’d spotted Mikoto, there had been a girl walking beside him, smiling up at him, chattering on. Mikoto’s face had been characteristically blank, which meant that he wasn’t actually listening to her. Typical, Tatara thought.

“Totsuka,” Mikoto had greeted him.

Tatara had been about to introduce himself to the girl, smiling brightly, but she glowered at him, a look so cold that it stole the words right out of Tatara’s mouth.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Suoh-kun,” the girl said, and Tatara had watched her face fall in disappointment when Mikoto merely nodded, already walking away. He’d watched the girl huff and spin on her heels, heading back towards the school, before he jogged a little to catch up to Mikoto and his long strides.

“Huh?” Mikoto asked.

“That girl, is she your friend?”

Mikoto tsked. “She’s just some girl from my class who’s been following me around.”

Tatara hummed. “If she wants to be your friend, shouldn’t you be nicer to her?”

“No,” Mikoto said flatly.

They arrived at bar HOMRA, where Kusanagi had already changed out of his school uniform. Tatara recounted him the story, and Kusanagi laughed wickedly. “Right,” he said. “She wants to be Mikoto’s friend.”

“Shut up,” Mikoto said, and Tatara hadn’t quite understood what the big deal was.

Until two days later, when the girl was waiting for Tatara at the gate of his school. “Totsuka-kun, right?” she asked as he approached.

“Just Totsuka is fine,” he replied hesitantly.

“I’m Takashima Satsuki,” she said, playing nervously with one of her long black braids. “Can I talk to you?”

Tatara blinked. “To me?” If she’d come all the way to his school, it must have been important. “Okay,” he said.

They walked to a park close to Tatara’s school and sat down on a bench. Tatara pulled a pack of candy from his backpack and offered one to Takashima, but she shook her head.

“It’s about Suoh-kun,” she said, getting right down to business.

“Eh? What about him?” he asked, chewing on his candy.

She twirled the end of her braid around her finger. “I guess I was wondering… What kind of girl does Suoh-kun like?”

Tatara tilted his head. “What kind of girl?” he repeated.

“I want him to like me,” she continued. “Because I… I want to confess, and I want him to accept my feelings.”

“Oh.” The candy suddenly tasted sour on Tatara’s tongue, and his stomach churned unpleasantly. He frowned.

“So?” she pressed. “What kind of girl does he like?”

Tatara thought for a moment. They’d never really talked about girls; sometimes Kusanagi did, about who he thought was the cutest girl in his grade, or about pretty women who came into his uncle’s bar, but Mikoto never really said much. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. “Why don’t you ask Kusanagi-san? He goes to your school.”

“He’s older than me, so...” she trailed off, chewing on her lip. Being intimidated by Kusanagi seemed kind of strange when she was planning on confessing to Mikoto, of all people, but he nodded his head in faux understanding. “So do you think I should confess?” she asked. “Do you think he’ll accept my feelings?”

No, was Tatara’s immediate thought, suddenly cranky. Part of him wanted to say that to her face, but that would be mean, so Tatara swallowed down his irritation and said, “Well, he’s not the type to make friends very easily.”

Takashima frowned at him. “You’re his friend, aren’t you?”

There was something in her voice, maybe it was envy, that made Tatara want to preen a bit. “Well, maybe wait a bit, until you get to know him better,” was all he could think to say. It sounded logical enough.

She looked at him skeptically. “Okay,” she said. She thanked him curtly and walked away, leaving Tatara alone on the park bench, belly still twisting unpleasantly.

What if she confessed to Mikoto and he did say yes? It would happen eventually, wouldn’t it? He walked sullenly towards HOMRA, trying to push Takashima Satsuki and her long, pretty hair out of his mind.

He was able to, mostly, until a few days later, when he met up with Mikoto and a laughing Kusanagi. “What’s so funny, Kusanagi-san?” Tatara asked.

Kusanagi threw an arm around his shoulder. “You’ll never guess. Mikoto was confessed to!”

“Eh?” Tatara said, looking at Mikoto, who was frowning even more deeply than usual. “What happened?”

Kusanagi cackled. “He rejected her, of course. Mikoto, you heartbreaker!”

Tatara felt a pang of sympathy for Takashima, because it must have been hard, confessing to the person you like. But mostly he felt a bizarre sense of relief.

“You okay?” Kusanagi asked, poking at Tatara’s cheek.

“Yes, yes,” Tatara replied quickly. They changed the subject, and Takashima Satsuki never came up again. She must have become some kind of cautionary tale at Mikoto and Kusanagi’s school, because no one else confessed to Mikoto for the rest of his time in high school.

Now, years later, Tatara thought back to that incident and knew it was the first time he’d ever been truly jealous. He’d never felt so strongly about someone before he met Mikoto, never been so attached to someone as he was to Mikoto. Tatara didn’t consider himself a particularly jealous person by nature, but he wasn’t perfect, so it still happened every now and then.

Like tonight.

He was waiting tables at HOMRA, running between the bar, the kitchen, and the customers. A woman had attached herself at Mikoto’s side, becoming more flirtatious with every drink she ordered, completely oblivious to Mikoto’s absolute disinterest. She’d grown bold enough to rest a manicured hand on Mikoto’s forearm.

Stupid stuff like this didn’t usually bother Tatara, but it had been a long night and he was tired, and not in the mood to watch Mikoto be flirted with. He wiped vigorously at a dirty table.

“What are you pouting about?” Kusanagi asked as he passed by.

“Nothing,” Tatara said petulantly.

After last call, the woman finally settled her tab. Tatara thanked her with a sunny smile, but then watched as she had the audacity to slide Mikoto a napkin with her phone number scrawled on it. She winked at him and left the bar with a sway of her hips.

Normally, Tatara would probably have chuckled, with the way Mikoto barely even glanced at the thing before balling it up and tossing it in the trash. But his mood had soured this evening, so his lips quirked into a pout. Irked, he worked somewhat solemnly until the last customer was gone and he could lock the door with glee.

If one thing had changed since he was in middle school, it was that now he could do this:

He stomped up to Mikoto, who was still sitting in his usual seat at the bar, and fisted a hand in the soft material of his white T-shirt. Pushing up to the tips of his toes, he kissed Mikoto fiercely, letting his tongue brush the seam of Mikoto’s lips.

“Oi,” Kusanagi scolded. “At least wait till I’ve gone home.”

“Sorry, Kusanagi-san!” Tatara chirped, pulling back slightly.

“What was that for?” Mikoto asked, almost breathless, which Tatara noted smugly.

“I’ll show you later,” he whispered, the heat in his eyes a certain promise.

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