December 2024 Drabble #1

Eraserhead/Present Mic – lingerie; no previous relationship – Hizashi invites himself into Shota's flat. Again. But things don't go like they usually do when a little... wardrobe malfunction happens.

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Present Mic’s voice is a background drop that Eraserhead has zoned out as soon as he came to school this morning. It’s not that he’s angry or annoyed; he’s just figured out in the few years they’ve spent in school together that it would do his migraines wonders if he simply not… engaged.

Hizashi seemed happy enough with it. He rarely needed input from Shota; just talking until even he started to become hoarse, following him from the school grounds to the supermarket, picking out stuff that he could make at home – without stopping his tongue for a moment – and then following him prompt to his apartment.

It only occurs to Shota as he fishes out his keys, back bent and shoulders hanging with exhaustion, what is happening. Again.

He lifts his head and musters a half-earnest stare at Hizashi. The other has taken his hair down from its high-rise do sometime during Shota’s last teaching period, so it is now wrapped up in a messy bun behind his head, making him look much more… normal.

“Why are you here again,” he asks, voice flat. Hizashi blinks profusely, stopping mid-sentence and stares at him with those intense, green eyes like he has no idea what he just said. Eventually he lifts his own grocery bag filled with stuff, looks from it to Shota and back again a few times until Shota sighs deeply and gives up on the fight before it can really start.

He doesn’t care enough, to be honest.

So he lets the both of them into his apartment.

.o.

It’s all Hizashi’s fault. He had been the one deciding they should watch TV, and he had been the one getting bored of whatever quizshows he had found. He had told Shota to get up and look through his meager movie collection for something to watch, and he was the one going dead silent as Shota crouched in front of his TV stand, idly reading out the names on the backs of the old DVD cases.

In the middle of reading out ‘Beauty and the Beast’ in a flat voice, Hizashi suddenly screeches: “What is that?!”

Shota pauses and turns his head, peering over his shoulder at his old school friend. He stares at him and his outstretched hand pointing at him. Or his ass to be more precise. He cranes his neck to follow his point and… sure enough, his loose sweats had ridden down low enough to show the delicate deep red edging of the panties he’s pulled on this morning.

Shota can feel himself growing warm despite telling himself not to react one way or the other. His mind draws a blank as to what to say to it. The silence stretching out is so loud in the absence of Hizashi’s incessant babbling that it has goosebumps rising all over his arms.

Slowly he looks back up to his friend without having found a single explanation that wasn’t ‘I think I look pretty in them and that makes me feel good’.

Hizashi’s look is… intense.