[Who could forget Mic's birthday raps. He endured it every year himself, then had to endure it another time. It was almost enough to forsake the free drinks of post-work day teacher drinking parties. Almost.]
[It's a little strange for Toshinori to have told him he was going to die but still so casually talk about his future birthday. Better to plan for the future than just press on pointlessly, he supposed. It's not like he wanted the other to die, either... Well, if Toshinori makes it that far, Shouta will gladly indulge him. Or at least with minimal complaining. That year and the year after that.]
[Then they're back at Toshinori's home (not quite his, yet, that was too presumptuous), where he doesn't have to feel as spied-upon by the world, and before he can say anything-]
[... tea, huh. That wasn't the first thing on his mind. Still, that stupid smile makes him a bit more inclined. He's such a softie.]
Ah, sure. One thing first, though. [There's a quick wave of his finger, motioning for Toshinori to lean down a little. The height gap between them made it a little irritating for things like this. It was hard enough to be spontaneously affectionate.]
[He gets the feeling that Toshinori would just overthink the importance of "firsts," if he approached romance with any fraction of the seriousness he took heroism. While he didn't really think anything of them, he can compromise and get what he wants while preserving some sense of specialness for "firsts." The compromise, if Toshinori will let him, is a quick kiss on the cheek. It's a little scratchy, not perfect, and technically not their first kiss by romantic standards. Still, it satisfies him enough to patient. It will last him through tea, at least.]
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[It's a little strange for Toshinori to have told him he was going to die but still so casually talk about his future birthday. Better to plan for the future than just press on pointlessly, he supposed. It's not like he wanted the other to die, either... Well, if Toshinori makes it that far, Shouta will gladly indulge him. Or at least with minimal complaining. That year and the year after that.]
[Then they're back at Toshinori's home (not quite his, yet, that was too presumptuous), where he doesn't have to feel as spied-upon by the world, and before he can say anything-]
[... tea, huh. That wasn't the first thing on his mind. Still, that stupid smile makes him a bit more inclined. He's such a softie.]
Ah, sure. One thing first, though. [There's a quick wave of his finger, motioning for Toshinori to lean down a little. The height gap between them made it a little irritating for things like this. It was hard enough to be spontaneously affectionate.]
[He gets the feeling that Toshinori would just overthink the importance of "firsts," if he approached romance with any fraction of the seriousness he took heroism. While he didn't really think anything of them, he can compromise and get what he wants while preserving some sense of specialness for "firsts." The compromise, if Toshinori will let him, is a quick kiss on the cheek. It's a little scratchy, not perfect, and technically not their first kiss by romantic standards. Still, it satisfies him enough to patient. It will last him through tea, at least.]