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Hug Meme

HUG MEME

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- Put up a thread with your character, fandom, and any prefs (if applicable) and wait for someone to tag in with hugs!

- Go to other threads, either pick the number you want or go to RNG.

1. Friendly hug - this person is your good pal, and you just wanna give them a fond squeeze to let them know.

2. Romantic hug - you just want to be closer, so wrap your arms around them, maybe rub their back some...

3. Bear hug - maybe you haven't seen them in a while, so how about a giant hug that lifts them off their feet

4. Hug from behind - surprise them, guess who?! or maybe they're having a bad day, cheer them up.

5. Awkward hug - maybe it's on accident, but whatever the case is, you can't help but feel a little nervous about hugging them.

6. Reluctant hug - whoever this person is, you have to hug them, better make it quick!

7. "I'm sorry!" hug - actions speak louder than words, will this person get the message?

8. Give a little extra hug - give them a kiss with it, cheek, shoulder nuzzle, whatever - but let the hug linger a little!

9. Don't WANT a hug - make them see sense! Cling, and don't let go for anything oohcookiegimme! - if you're the hugged, try to get loose. Or maybe you'll give in!

10. Random or other kind of hug - pick the choice you like best, or make up your own

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"Mmm." Makoto lifted a large helping of noodles to his mouth, both because they were delicious and to keep his mouth shut for a few minutes. Nagisa had never been very good at studying; he was right, it wasn't that he was lazy, he simply wasn't interested and didn't enjoy it. Not that Makoto particularly liked studying either, but he was naturally better at most subjects.

"Well, you've got plenty of time, and there are so many great schools in Japan."

Makoto wasn't sure why, but thinking of Nagisa following Rei sort of gave him a lump in his stomach. He tried to convince himself it was just the salt from the udon.

Nagisa was a bit torn between focusing on his food and wanting to watch Mako's face closely, to see if there's a hint there. Of what, he wasn't sure. A hint of anything, maybe -- whether Mako is judging him. Whether Mako believed he could do it.

"If it was just my history scores, I could go anywhere. But I'm gonna..." Nagisa let out a little huff of laughter to diffuse the tension in his chest. "I'll work hard, though. Even in math."

"I believe in you! I know you can do it, Nagisa! Just remember how hard you worked to stay on the swim team. I know this will be easy compared to that." Makoto did believe it, too. Nagisa could do it, if he put his mind to it. "I think if you put your mind to it, you could do anything."

He considered and then laughed. "You can always Skype me or something, if you need help."

That though. That just reminded him of their snapchat session, and his ears burned all over again. It was hard to see Nagisa like this, so sweet and innocent, when he'd seen him so much more devious.

Nagisa relaxed under the encouragement. It was true that university applications wouldn't be Nagisa's first go at kicking studying into high gear, and having people who believed in him is what got him through last time. Somehow, he felt more confident than he had in a long time.

He caught something in Mako's demeanor that distracted him, though -- some tone of voice or flicker of expression or something that he couldn't quite put his finger on at Mako's suggestion to Skype with him. Experimentally, Nagisa leaned in a little over his bowl.

"Just if I need help?"

If Nagisa wanted to see Makoto's face go pink, then he'd certainly said the right thing. The color blossomed quickly, spreading from ears to cheeks and across his nose. He nudged his glasses up anxiously.

"You can always call me for anything, Nagisa," he said, but he couldn't look up and meet Nagisa's knowing gaze.

Nagisa smiled, ever so sweetly, pleased at having been right. And at having the upper hand. He ate quietly for almost a full minute before locking his gaze on Mako and speaking in a low voice,

"Anything, huh."

It was almost too mean to tease someone as genuinely sweet as Mako like this, especially in public. But only almost. Besides, Mako could just pretend it was the steam from the udon making his face so red.

"N-Nagisa," Makoto scolded. He knew that tone of voice. He knew it very, very well. It was the tone Nagisa used when he wanted something; it sounded very sweet, sure, but it was laced with honey, sticky and impossible to escape. Not that Makoto particularly wanted to escape, but maybe not like this in public...

He gestured. "Finish your udon. You don't want it to go cold."

"Mmhmm." Nagisa cocked his head to the side and maintained that same steady contact for just a moment. "I like it when Mako-chan gives orders."

But teasing aside, Mako was right -- there was no use in letting good food go to waste, and no use taking forever to eat when Nagisa still remembered Mako's insinuation that they would end up at his apartment later. He'd said it like it was a given, like it was obvious. Nagisa lifted the bowl to his lips to drink some of the soup directly, and to provide an excuse for his own flushed cheeks.

Makoto's face was hurting at this point it was so warm. He hurriedly lifted his bowl to drink the rest of his broth too, successfully hiding his expression. Nagisa had always been like this, not easily flustered and very forward, but after what they'd done, Makoto wasn't quite sure what they were supposed to do now.

And when he chanced a quick glance up, he saw Nagisa's blush, and that too heated him up.

"Um, was that dessert enough, or can I get you another?"

Nagisa blinked. Now that was a good question. More sweets, or the nebulous whatever-happens-next that was making Nagisa's stomach do excited little flip-turns? Nagisa largely wanted to grab Mako's hand and drag him out of here as soon as possible, but also desserts and Mako was offering, which set off Nagisa's deep need to be pampered and doted on.

Both, then. Definitely both.

"Something for the road, okay?"

"I'll get something too, in that case," Makoto said, standing up to clean their table off before he approached the cashier again to order two strawberry mochi bears to go. They were very small, so he and Nagisa couldn't get sick off them, and they were really cute, the mochi balled into the shape of a bear with little chocolate eyes, so he knew Nagisa would appreciate it.

Once he had them paper-wrapped in hand, he offered one to Nagisa and held the door open for him.

If Nagisa was a girl, this would definitely be a date.

Nagisa half-skipped outside, feeling so light and floaty it almost seemed like it would be hard to keep his feet on the ground much longer. He honestly wasn't sure which was cuter: the little sugary bear in his hand, or Mako holding the door open like a perfect gentleman. Mako was actually winning, because Nagisa couldn't stop staring, which was going to become pretty apparent in short order if he didn't find something to babble about soon.

"I was gonna pay for the sweets," he blurted out. "But Mako-chan beat me to it."

"It's fine," Makoto said, smiling at Nagisa's reaction to the little sweet. It really did suit Nagisa, though. "You came all the way to Tokyo. The least I could do is buy you a few little things." He hand-waived any other complaints and steered Nagisa down the streets.

"Did you want to do anything else while we're out? I'd offer to swim with you, but I think the swim team practices for the next few hours in the gym."

"I'll treat you when you come home to visit, then," Nagisa declared. Hell, he would throw a whole party for him. Streamers and balloons and everything, probably.

He gazed at the storefronts as they passed by, imagining what it must be like to actually live here full-time. There was so much to the city. There would definitely have to be more excuses to come back in the future. Nagisa would find them, no matter what. But for now...

"What do you want to show me? I'm the one imposing on you."

"You're definitely not imposing."

Makoto nudged Nagisa's arm with his own, smiling down at him. So cute. There had never been a time when Nagisa had been anything else.

"Mmm. There's a couple museums in the area. We could see what kind of exhibits they're featuring. This time of year, it probably isn't anything too exciting, but you like history, ne? We could go look at some of the ocean views. Or my apartment's not far if you want to see it, though it's not exciting either."

The museum thing is tempting, but Nagisa considered that it might take too long. He knew all too well his own tendency to get entirely too caught up in historical exhibits and lose track of time entirely, and he didn't want to waste this rare occasion paying too much attention to anything besides Mako.

"I wanna see where Mako-chan lives." But then again, ocean... "Is there a scenic route?"

"A scenic route..." Makoto considered. His place wasn't very upscale, so there was no view of the ocean or bay from it. Tokyo was too big to walk from ocean to his place without tiring the both of them out, so he came up with a quick plan. If they took the train a couple stops, they could get out at the bay and then hop back on if they needed to.

"I can't take you to the ocean, I guess, but Tokyo Bay is close enough, ne?" It led into the ocean, after all! Makoto led them to the train station platform, and then boarded the next train. "Only two stops from here. Look." Makoto pointed out some monuments as they passed, and when they neared the Bay, the city sprawled with a beautiful bridge and glistening blue waters.

Nagisa pressed his fingers (and occasionally his nose) against the window, gazing excitedly at each point on the impromptu tour. When the view opened out onto the Bay, Nagisa drew in a long gasp. The way the sun glittered on the water was all the more brilliant for the magnificence of the surrounding city.

"Pretty..." He pushed back from the window to give Mako a grateful smile. "I should come and see you more often."

"You should!" Makoto agreed. He nudged Nagisa's shoulder, then reached for his hand. "Come on. We'll get off here and walk around a bit. The views are really amazing near the bay."

The train came to a stop, and Makoto led Nagisa off the platform. To any passersby, it probably just looked like a guy and his little brother sightseeing. In reality, Makoto hadn't really realized he was holding Nagisa's hand - he was used to dragging Haru around like that.

Makoto walked them to a viewing spot, the breeze rustling his hair, the city of Tokyo sprawling on both sides of the bay, with the enormous bridge between. "It's a really neat city. Very busy and loud sometimes, so very different from Iwatobi, but it's fun."

Nagisa was perfectly aware of their joined hands, and blissfully so, in the way that he was when someone else initiated physical contact first.

The busy spread of the city was a lot to take in. Nagisa couldn't help being fired up about it all. It wasn't that he disliked smaller town life, but a big city seemed so foreign and thrilling, almost forbidden. He tried to see if he could picture himself living in a place like this, being a city person, knowing how to get around the densely packed streets. The prospect was certainly alluring. He could understand why Mako found this fun, despite being somewhat less inclined towards crowds and noise than Nagisa himself.

"I'm happy," he said simply, because it was true. "Thank you for saving me today."

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