Surprised, Shou fingered one end of the soft fabric. “Won’t you get cold?” His intention of giving Saga back his scarf was short-lived because Saga forcefully removed his hands away from it.
“’Course not. I’m a super human.”
Shou laughed. “Saga, only a few days ago you fainted from high fever. You call that super?” He followed as the blonde man started walking again.
“Well, I’m super because I’m sexy?” he tried again, his scrunched up expression making Shou burst into chuckles.'
Hiroto suddenly jumped up, pointing a finger accusingly at the dark-haired man. “Hah! I knew you’re a yakuza!” Without waiting for a response, he promptly spun around and hurried to the door, not wanting to be in the scary guy’s presence any longer. But before he managed to reach the door, he felt an arm grab him around his waist, lifting him up onto a strong shoulder and carried out of the room like a sack of potatoes.
“Ahh! Let me go! Put me down! I’m warning you; I know karate!” Hiroto kicked his legs and thumped his fists onto the man’s back. He wondered why there wasn’t anyone around to see him being kidnapped before remembering that it was lunch hour and many of the staff were out. “I’ll chop off your head, you evil, kidnapping, yakuza, you!”
They passed through a doorway and the door clicked shut behind them. Then Hiroto was set back on his feet, the small brunette immediately scampering away, vaulting over a couch without a second thought.
He peeked over the top of the couch just in time to see the taller man roll his eyes. The latter stepped forward towards the couch and—ignoring Hiroto who backed away so that his head collided with the wall—plopped down on it. He twisted his body to see the shorter man holding a broom in defence. Again, he rolled his eyes.
Hiroto paled. “What do you want from me?” he nearly shouted, waving about the broom, trying to look menacing.
Saga came back into the living room shortly afterwards. He stopped in his tracks halfway to the couch when a pillow from the couch slammed his squarely in his face. The pillow fell, revealing SagaÂ’s shocked face.
“What the—”
“You ate all my Pocky, asshole!”
Shou gasped. Tora—the guy he first thought to be scary but cool at the same time—had thrown a pillow at Saga because the man had eaten his Pocky. Shou could feel his jaw dropping lower when Tora began to chase Saga around the living room, another pillow clutched readily in his hand.
It was likeÂ…watching a cartoon.
“Tora, chill man! They’re just snacks!”
“They’re my snacks. My last stock too! Stay still, you pathetic excuse of a stick!”
“Hey—” Thump; Tora managed a hit to Saga’s head. “Oww! Tora!”
This continued for a while until the black-haired man tackled Saga to the floor, pummelling the blonde with the pillow until he was apparently satisfied.
“Stop looking and acting like a prisoner,” Saga replied casually, glancing over one shoulder to see him. “Oh, and stop making that face too; I won’t be held responsible if I lose all self-control and common sense and start pinching your cheeks while squealing like a hyperactive girl on crack.”