[ right, whew, saving madara's gift for last... izumi's already texted him that he's coming to pick him up instead since they're practically neighbors in this building anyway, and that they'll be going to check out various bike shops to find that Sweet Ride that they've been deprived of for so long. like what izumi had told leo during their date, he'd want madara's opinion on this and that and some other things.
actually, getting motorcycles is not izumi's gift for him at all. when madara finally opens his door he'll find izumi, all bundled up and ready to go but not without giving him something that's wrapped in plain red paper, which will be thrust right on his chest hastily. ]
Here. Don't even think of opening it up later. [ izumi crosses his arms, taps his feet. ] Just wear it now and let's go.
[With a light "oof" as he felt something getting shoved into his chest, Madara had nearly thought that Izumi was diving into his pecs yet Again, but looking down quickly dashes that guess. And honestly, despite all his ramblings about surprises and loving them, Madara does seem genuinely taken aback at a random parcel being given to him. A present? For him? From Izumi, of all people?
Ah, it could just be some generic obligation thing. Though they've been talking to each other quite a bit compared to when they were in school, it's fairly evident that Izumi wasn't all that receptive to his company. Then again, not many were to begin with. Surely, it's not anything special. He'll just be polite and obediently undo the wrapping---
Oh. Madara takes a moment to stare down at the scarf in his hands, actually speechless for once. This is... actually kind of nice? And handmade too, it seems.
[And with that, Madara abruptly dives in to pull Izumi into the bear hug of his life, nuzzling his classmate's seaweed-like hair with overbearing affection. cronch]
IZUMI-SAAAAAANNNNNNNN...! You shouldn't haaaave~! Mama adoooooores it! MAMA CAN FEEL YOUR LOVE RADIATING FROM THIS GIIIIIIFT....!
[He's. Totally really not trying to hide how genuinely confused-yet-a-little-bit-happy he is about the unexpectedly kind gesture by increasing his obnoxiousness tenfold. He's totally not suddenly self-conscious either. Please be distracted by this marshmallow hell.]
[ nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn this is a Mistake, yet izumi's not pulling away; he hasn't realized that he's been super touch-starved till now, and thus he's thoroughly distracted by large marshmallow purgatory that consisted of this guy's... pecs... oh god.
he still has to keep up the tsun pretense though, so he's going to do his best in trying to push this hulking guy off of him. ]
Sh-Shut up! There's no love in that gift at all! [ wait no - ] I just made that 'cause we're classmates, is all. I had to give one to Tenshouin too, unfortunately.
[Ah, yes. He gets it. Izumi's always been unexpectedly kind and sentimental. That's part of his tsundere charm, after all~
Still, finally pulling away according to Izumi's demands, Madara can't help but make a face like this: (´・ω・｀)
But in an instant, it's gone and replaced with his usual boisterous laughing.]
Haha, of course~! Taking the time, thoughtfulness, and effort to hand-knit gifts is just an obligatory gesture for your classmates devoid of any warm fuzzy feeeeeelings! [Somehow he can make even sarcasm sound cheerful.] Really though, you should be moooore honest, Izumi-saaaan~ But I guess that's what makes you you, hm~?✩
[He'll ruffle Izumi's hair as if he's a child before finally wrapping the scarf around his neck like a good boy, then shuts and locks the door behind him.]
Well then, well then! Onward! TO ADVENTURE!!! HAHAHAHAHA✩ [Yes he is grabbing Izumi by the arm and dragging him down the hall. Resistance is futile.]
[ TSUNTSUNTSUN. but before he can complain about the annoying hair-ruffling, he's being dragged away excitedly and his twink ass is just no match for his strength???
as par for the course, izumi's already regretting this. too bad he badly needs the other guy's opinion, since madara's more in the know about vehicles than anyone else he knows. ]
Mikejima, let go of me!! We haven't even decided on where we should be going, you oaf!
[ calm down, calm down... the sooner they can get their sweet rides, the better. ]
It's fine, it's fine! You don't need to worry about thiiing, Izumi-san~! Mama's got it aaaaall handled!☆ Hahaha!
[There is no sign that Madara is planning on releasing Izumi's twink ass anytime soon, even when shoving him into the elevator. Even as the doors close and they begin to descend, Madara's got an arm around Izumi's shoulders, roughly yanking him in close as if they were the bestest of buddies.
He's just!! Excited!! That someone wants to actually hang out with him out of their own volition, even if they're obviously going to regret it. Company is still company, after all!]
I did a bit of research!! On the most reliable dealers in the city while I was waiting for you!! And I called a cab to pick us up, so you could say it's all prepared for us! [He puffs up proudly, as if ignorant to the fact that sort of action just makes him even more annoying.] Weeeell~? You can praaaiiiise Mama all you want!☆
[ as with everyone else out there, madara's going to milk this bonding time with izumi for all its worth. not that he'd blame the guy for wanting to hang out with him, but aren't they usually loners?
mm, no. izumi's usually surrounded by his peers who somehow tolerates him, while madara, inhumanly talented as he is, doesn't belong to anybody and anyone. misery loves company, or so they say.
izumi groans, crossing his arms together in a huff as he starts radiating big tsun energy in hopes that madara would get the fuckign hint. ]
Yeah, yeah. You're as reliable as ever, Mikejima. Way to go. [ complete deadpan. ] The sooner we can stop using public transportation, the better. God, why didn't they let us bring our rides instead of making us buy new ones? It's not like our bikes would violate anything in this shitty city.
[Bold of you to assume Madara Mikejima gets hints or even cares enough to pick up on them on a regular day.
Just like how the deadpan delivery of praise bounces off of him and there is absolutely no change to his mood nor his invasion of Izumi's personal space. The elevator finally reaches the ground floor, and the doors barely open with a "ding!" as Madara is already nudging Izumi out and towards the main door, as if herding a sheep.]
Mmm... Maybe they were just too biiiig~? It looks like whatever we had on us is what got sent here. As much as I'd love to cruise around with Baby-chan here, it can't be helped, so there's no point in getting annoyed about it! Luckily, we have tons of disposable income here! Fortune with one grasp! Hahahaha!☆
It'd make sense for me to have money since I'd actually sought for a job, but what the hell do you even do anyway...
[ aside from annoying people, that is. honestly, izumi's not going to be surprised if they'd pay him like a hundred bucks just to shut the fuck up and go on his merry way.
the doors slide open as they come out, the cab already waiting for them. he'll go ahead and slide into the backseat, thank you. ]
Just so we're clear, the motorcycles we're about to buy isn't part of my Christmas gift to you. I'm only bringing you along since you know more about taking care of your... Baby-chan... than I do. [ winces at the stupidass name. every minute with him is unbearable but! soon he'll be Free. ]
[Ah, thank goodness the cab was here, that made it convenient for Madara to dodge the question about what had been doing for a living here (there really isn't one answer). Not wasting this chance, he bounds past Izumi and opens the car's backseat door, holding it open like an unexpected ~gentleman~ as he patiently waits for Izumi to get himself settled. Of course, he follows suit, they drive off.
A good time to continue conversation in the meanwhile, as Madara replies without missing a beat:]
Haha, dooon't worry, I know!☆ Even then, Izumi-san, I'm still soooo excited that we're going to have babies togetherrr!!
[JFC phrasing??? It's ambiguous whether the astounding choice of words were intentional or not.]
[ there's a pause as the cab pulls away from the curb, before izumi's hand reaches over for the edges of madara's scarf and tugs tight - but not too much as to constrict breathing even though it's so fuckign tempting to end this guy's life right here right now and blame the drive if asked - ]
You can keep your fucking babies. I'm not going to name my bike after whatever you named yours, and if you ever say anything like that again, I am going to take this gift back and never do it with you again. Are we clear, Mikejima?
[ his voice is low and dark, and he's pretty sure he's cutting airflow at this point but maybe madara's into that too, ugh. ]
[On one hand, hawt. And it's not like Madara's particularly threatened, since he could probably reverse this and snap Izumi in half like a twig if he wanted to.
Hm, but... breaking Izumi and their... whatever it is they should quantify their connection as... in half was definitely something Madara does not want to do. So, he'll feign an exaggerated expression of fear and----
Play dead.
Congratulations, you killed him before a magical hitman could.]
[ finally, the evil has been defeated. way too easily, in fact. izumi keeps his eyes narrowed at him, letting go of his scarf and - hm, is he actually dead. madara looks convincing enough, but izumi doubts that anyone would really die from that, the fuck.
so. rolling his eyes, he checks his heartbeat by pressing his ears onto the guy's broad chest. is he doing this as an excuse to touch his pecs again? probably. he doesn't say. he can never. ]
...Stop fooling around for once.
[ voice soft and a little huffy. if his tsundere powers won't bring madara back to life, nothing will. ]
[AND THE FOOL IS REVIVED by Izumi's sudden lapse of adorableness. Hnnng, not good. Madara buries the tugging feeling in his chest by burying Izumi's face further into it. That is, he suddenly pulls the hapless classmate into a bear hug without warning. Again.]
Hahaha!☆ You're wiiiide open! I really got you, huh!? Izumi-san can be sooo cute~
[The cab driver sighs heavily and makes a point to roll up the privacy screen between them. In summary, no. Madara Mikejima will never stop messing around, even if he dies. Maybe even after he dies.]
Anyway, Izumi-saaaan~ I know you had one back home, but I never really pegged you for a motorcycle type. How are you going to maintain it? You're preeetty delicate, so I can't really imagine you covered in sweat and griiiime...? Your hands are pretty too, it'd be sad if they got roughed up from mechanic work☆
[ aaaaaa this is marshmallow hell at its finest. why can't madara leave izumi alone with his chest, huh? not that izumi would blame him for reacting like that - they've been so weird towards each other since that orientation, since that talk they had about leo over DMs.
he's strangely wordless at the comment about being cute, but he wriggles out of madara's grasp again, leaning back on his seat with a huff and a hand on his hair to fix it. ugh. ]
I'd wear gloves, stupid. Besides, I can just hire someone to tune it up for me every once in a while. [ ... ] Or you can just teach me how.
[Madara only chuckles in response as he lets Izumi go free from his grasp, having successfully covered up The Feels. Honestly, what could they quantify what their relation is now? Is this what they mean by "friends with benefits"? Does Izumi even consider them friends to begin with? "Acquaintances with benefits"...?
Well, whatever. He's a bit glad that he's established himself as clingy to begin with. He leeeaaans to the side, resting his head on Izumi's shoulder, cheek comically smooshed as he puts all his beefy weight into it.]
Hahaha, more like Mama would do it for yooou~? But actually, I don't mind. I really looove tinkering and doing maintenance on motorcycles.
[His smiles gets a bit more cat-like, as he admits:]
It would certainly give me more excuses to see Izumi-san more☆
[ nnnnnnnn it's like dealing with a cat who'd stop at nothing to get your attention...! stupid miike. izumi can only stare outside the window with grit teeth, letting madara do more annoying skinship with him because why the fuck not, it's not as if izumi doesn't get enough from leo as it is, that fucker.
speaking of leo... mm. well, they are both boys with undying loyalty towards him, so they should be considered as friends, yet at the same time they're a mystery towards each other so they'd acquaintances at most... "classmates with benefits", then? but that'd make hasumi and tenshouin one as well and izumi's not comfortable with giving that title to eichi of all people, so.
yeah, if madara thinks that izumi can put a name to what they are right now when it took him an eternity and a half to tell leo some shit about their own thing - think again. ]
As if you'd make any excuse to see me anyway when you usually just barge in without warning. What a pain in the ass.
[ doesn't stop him from flushing a little, though. haha, why else would madara meet him? ]
I'll let you know when it breaks down, yeah. I don't want to get all dirty, like you said.
[Haha, nice double entendre there. That arrangement settled quickly, his smile softens a bit to something unreadable, as he can't help but comment, unusually quiet:]
Hahaha. If it's really such a pain in the ass, you could always just say "no," Izumi-san. But you never do~
[Before Izumi can get any time to snap back, the cab slows, pulling into a surprisingly modest-looking dealership, despite how ritzy the Up tends to be. Humming cheerfully, he'll lift himself off Izumi and exit the car, holding the door open for his classmate like a good boy☆]
We're here, we're heeeere~!! Mama can feel it; this is where Izumi-san will find the ride of his dreeeaaaams~ Or at least close to it! Hahahahahahaha!☆
[ don't think he didn't catch that uncharacteristic change of tone, madara. Izumi will remember that.
he steps out, stares at the place they're supposed to do business in, and tilts his head. ]
Huh, I thought you're going to get use more expensive rides. You should flaunt your newfound wealth as a Dominant more, Mikejima. [ then he adds under his breath: ] You should save it more for your future Sub, though.
[WHAT... SUDDENLY HE CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING??? WHAT'S WHAT ABOUT SUBS??? LA LA, HE CAN'T HEAR IT. HE DOESN'T WANT TOOOO~
That is to say, he completely glosses over the prospect of having a Submissive of his own, smile a bit more frozen that earlier, but he does maintain his cheerful self. He's already pulling Izumi by the hand into the shop.]
Pitching wine, selling vinegar! Don't just a book by it's cover, Izumi-saaaan~ The more ritzy places usually spend more time and money making the place look pretty, than actually having good knowledge and care for their products! If all you care about is a price tag and looks, then you'll be scammed lickety-split!☆ Listen to the common wisdom of housewives, okaaaaay~?
[Indeed, despite the mediocre and middle-class-ish style of the building itself, once they're inside, the bikes on display were another story. From more sleek designs familiar to Japanese brands to burly-looking Harley-types, there's certainly something for anyone. There's even a section for gear and accessories, should one be looking for a proper helmet and beyond.]
[ ah, they're holding hands... no, it doesn't mean anything. madara does whatever he wants and izumi's not too thrilled about taking this - whatever they have to the next level, yet he lets himself be tugged inside anyway.
huh, he's right. they really have arrived at the right place. a salesman approaches them to ask what they need, and izumi's led to a display of their more recent releases. he's looking for a ride that's sleeker, that doesn't make a lot of noise, and would at least accommodate two people. ]
What do you think of this one, Mikejima? [ this ride, he means. hold on, he'll ask permission if he could sit on it before he swings his leg over and hops on the bike, looking back at the taller boy. ] Here, test it with me.
[Well, looks like Izumi won't be needing that much of Madara's help for this; rather, it looks like Izumi has most of it under control. Which means... more time to mess around. His face has that cat-like smile that he's known to have when he's up to know good, as he obediently plops himself on the backseat of the bike, slipping his arms around Izumi's waist and resting his chin on the other third-year's shoulder from behind.
He's totally helping you get a feel for the specs, Izumi. This isn't some thinly-veiled attempt at cuddling, nor is he totally really not nuzzling. That's just weird.]
Hahaha~! It backseat is pretty roomy! The balance feels pretty great too, despite being lightweight~ It might be good for hauling around Leo-san or your favorite Yuu-kun-saaaaan☆
[ fuck, god, more cuddling. but izumi kinda-sorta asked for it this time, so he's not going to be too pissed this time. heck, he'll even manage a soft smile. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I think Leo-kun or Yuu-kun would like this ride too.
[ AH... THE VERY THOUGHT OF HAVING BOTH HIS MANS RIDE HIS RIDE... it's an privilege like no other. but what if izumi wants to go fast? because he wiggles himself out of madara's grip and bends forward as if pretending to pick up speed on the bike, just to see how it'd seem like.
more like how he'd look like. he's enticing madara, of course. can't resist this curve now that he's heard all about it during orientation, fufu. ☆ ]
[Oh, we doing this? Are we really gonna play that game? All right then, dude, you're on.
In response to Izumi wriggling out of his grasp to re-position himself, Madara responds by manhandling the guy once more, this time planting his hands on the very enticing hips in front of him. He leans forward, as if mimicking bracing himself for the change in speed. Totally not to press his pecs against Izumi's back; that's just a pleasant side effect.]
Trying to get an idea for how top speed would be like, hmm~? Izumi-san always did like it fast and furious......☆
[ ah, this is probably not good, they really shouldn't be acting like total thots on merchandise; there's likely a rule that'd say "YOU FUCK ON IT, YOU BUY IT" in such a depraved city because even horniness should have its limits.
he's got madara hook, line, and sinker though, and izumi can't help but grin as he scoots his hips back as he shifts in his seat. yeah, those pecs of his are sooooo~o annoying, all right. he's suuuuper irritated. ]
We can always take it slow, though. ♪
[ for a nice change of pace. izumi will have to learn reverse psychology effectively so that madara would do anything he asks while being subtle about it. whatever relationship they have now, he's... really all for it, but he's not sure if the other man would feel the same way. ]
[Ah, this is bad. Honestly, ever since that time in orientation, the way they've interacted has never been quite the same below the surface. Madara knows that maybe it's a bad idea to continue being like this, especially since they were pretty much using each other to fill their small Leo-shaped voids, but... mind doesn't always beat matter.
Especially when Izumi's pushing that damn ballerina butt towards him. Hnng.]
Eeeeh~? But you know there's noooothing slow about meee?
[He's the track team captain at their school, after all. If you ask him not to approach everything like a runaway train, you might as well ask him to not breathe. Plus, with how this is going, Madara would very much like to make a beeline back to the suites and to Izumi's place.
So, he's going to start weighing Izumi down with all he's got. All 64kg of Mama.]
Hey, Izumi-saaaan~? Did you settle on this oooone? If you did, let's zoom zoom and sign the paperwork~
[ haha, it's working ♪ way more than izumi had intended, actually. ]
Hm~? You want to go home that badly now? ♪
[ the way madara's pressing himself on izumi's back is too much, though. izumi's prided himself with his endurance but his lithe arms are still no match against all 64kg of him, but he stubbornly presses up anyway, back arching a little. ]
Does that mean you don't want to buy your bike now? And get yourself behind the wheel?
[ that'll just involve izumi taking him from behind, won't it? madara just doesn't want him to take charge this entire time... such a fragile ego. ♪ ]
[Wow, what a damn tease. Though Madara admits he kind of enjoys this too... Even if the forgotten NPC dealers are starting to give glances. Gosh, is this a subtle progress towards a masochistic awakening?]
I can just drop by another daaaay~
[Fine, take this, his secret weapon. He shifts his weight so his face is juuust hovering next to Izumi's ear, speaking in an unusually hushed volume:]
I want us to be alone as soon as possible, pleeeease♪
[ oh wow, he's whispering and saying "please". he must really want to get off, and izumi's not going to lie, he's not going to last much longer if they keep up this masochism tango any longer. ]
All right, all right.
[ just. going to urge madara to lay off his back and stare back at the npc dealers nochalantly, as if they weren't just about to fuck on the merchandise they're sitting on right now. ]
This one, please. It's perfect.
[ the sooner they get the paperwork done, the faster they can get back to the suits and finish what they've started. whether madara would let izumi ride him like a motorcycle though is another story altogether. ]
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actually, getting motorcycles is not izumi's gift for him at all. when madara finally opens his door he'll find izumi, all bundled up and ready to go but not without giving him something that's wrapped in plain red paper, which will be thrust right on his chest hastily. ]
Here. Don't even think of opening it up later. [ izumi crosses his arms, taps his feet. ] Just wear it now and let's go.
[ happy holidays, ho. ]
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Ah, it could just be some generic obligation thing. Though they've been talking to each other quite a bit compared to when they were in school, it's fairly evident that Izumi wasn't all that receptive to his company. Then again, not many were to begin with. Surely, it's not anything special. He'll just be polite and obediently undo the wrapping---
Oh. Madara takes a moment to stare down at the scarf in his hands, actually speechless for once. This is... actually kind of nice? And handmade too, it seems.
U----]
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Madara doesn't actually make that noise, but that melodramatically moved expression he gives Izumi very much implies it.]
done
cronch]IZUMI-SAAAAAANNNNNNNN...! You shouldn't haaaave~! Mama adoooooores it! MAMA CAN FEEL YOUR LOVE RADIATING FROM THIS GIIIIIIFT....!
[He's. Totally really not trying to hide how genuinely confused-yet-a-little-bit-happy he is about the unexpectedly kind gesture by increasing his obnoxiousness tenfold. He's totally not suddenly self-conscious either. Please be distracted by this marshmallow hell.]
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he still has to keep up the tsun pretense though, so he's going to do his best in trying to push this hulking guy off of him. ]
Sh-Shut up! There's no love in that gift at all! [ wait no - ] I just made that 'cause we're classmates, is all. I had to give one to Tenshouin too, unfortunately.
[ huffs. yet another thing they can bond over. ]
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Still, finally pulling away according to Izumi's demands, Madara can't help but make a face like this: (´・ω・｀)
But in an instant, it's gone and replaced with his usual boisterous laughing.]
Haha, of course~! Taking the time, thoughtfulness, and effort to hand-knit gifts is just an obligatory gesture for your classmates devoid of any warm fuzzy feeeeeelings! [Somehow he can make even sarcasm sound cheerful.] Really though, you should be moooore honest, Izumi-saaaan~ But I guess that's what makes you you, hm~?✩
[He'll ruffle Izumi's hair as if he's a child before finally wrapping the scarf around his neck like a good boy, then shuts and locks the door behind him.]
Well then, well then! Onward! TO ADVENTURE!!! HAHAHAHAHA✩ [Yes he is grabbing Izumi by the arm and dragging him down the hall. Resistance is futile.]
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[ TSUNTSUNTSUN. but before he can complain about the annoying hair-ruffling, he's being dragged away excitedly and his twink ass is just no match for his strength???
as par for the course, izumi's already regretting this. too bad he badly needs the other guy's opinion, since madara's more in the know about vehicles than anyone else he knows. ]
Mikejima, let go of me!! We haven't even decided on where we should be going, you oaf!
[ calm down, calm down... the sooner they can get their sweet rides, the better. ]
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[There is no sign that Madara is planning on releasing Izumi's twink ass anytime soon, even when shoving him into the elevator. Even as the doors close and they begin to descend, Madara's got an arm around Izumi's shoulders, roughly yanking him in close as if they were the bestest of buddies.
He's just!! Excited!! That someone wants to actually hang out with him out of their own volition, even if they're obviously going to regret it. Company is still company, after all!]
I did a bit of research!! On the most reliable dealers in the city while I was waiting for you!! And I called a cab to pick us up, so you could say it's all prepared for us! [He puffs up proudly, as if ignorant to the fact that sort of action just makes him even more annoying.] Weeeell~? You can praaaiiiise Mama all you want!☆
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mm, no. izumi's usually surrounded by his peers who somehow tolerates him, while madara, inhumanly talented as he is, doesn't belong to anybody and anyone. misery loves company, or so they say.
izumi groans, crossing his arms together in a huff as he starts radiating big tsun energy in hopes that madara would get the fuckign hint. ]
Yeah, yeah. You're as reliable as ever, Mikejima. Way to go. [ complete deadpan. ] The sooner we can stop using public transportation, the better. God, why didn't they let us bring our rides instead of making us buy new ones? It's not like our bikes would violate anything in this shitty city.
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Just like how the deadpan delivery of praise bounces off of him and there is absolutely no change to his mood nor his invasion of Izumi's personal space. The elevator finally reaches the ground floor, and the doors barely open with a "ding!" as Madara is already nudging Izumi out and towards the main door, as if herding a sheep.]
Mmm... Maybe they were just too biiiig~? It looks like whatever we had on us is what got sent here. As much as I'd love to cruise around with Baby-chan here, it can't be helped, so there's no point in getting annoyed about it! Luckily, we have tons of disposable income here! Fortune with one grasp! Hahahaha!☆
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[ aside from annoying people, that is. honestly, izumi's not going to be surprised if they'd pay him like a hundred bucks just to shut the fuck up and go on his merry way.
the doors slide open as they come out, the cab already waiting for them. he'll go ahead and slide into the backseat, thank you. ]
Just so we're clear, the motorcycles we're about to buy isn't part of my Christmas gift to you. I'm only bringing you along since you know more about taking care of your... Baby-chan... than I do. [ winces at the stupidass name. every minute with him is unbearable but! soon he'll be Free. ]
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A good time to continue conversation in the meanwhile, as Madara replies without missing a beat:]
Haha, dooon't worry, I know!☆ Even then, Izumi-san, I'm still soooo excited that we're going to have babies togetherrr!!
[JFC phrasing??? It's ambiguous whether the astounding choice of words were intentional or not.]
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You can keep your fucking babies. I'm not going to name my bike after whatever you named yours, and if you ever say anything like that again, I am going to take this gift back and never do it with you again. Are we clear, Mikejima?
[ his voice is low and dark, and he's pretty sure he's cutting airflow at this point but maybe madara's into that too, ugh. ]
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Hm, but... breaking Izumi and their... whatever it is they should quantify their connection as... in half was definitely something Madara does not want to do. So, he'll feign an exaggerated expression of fear and----
Play dead.
Congratulations, you killed him before a magical hitman could.]
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so. rolling his eyes, he checks his heartbeat by pressing his ears onto the guy's broad chest. is he doing this as an excuse to touch his pecs again? probably. he doesn't say. he can never. ]
...Stop fooling around for once.
[ voice soft and a little huffy. if his tsundere powers won't bring madara back to life, nothing will. ]
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Hahaha!☆ You're wiiiide open! I really got you, huh!? Izumi-san can be sooo cute~
[The cab driver sighs heavily and makes a point to roll up the privacy screen between them. In summary, no. Madara Mikejima will never stop messing around, even if he dies. Maybe even after he dies.]
Anyway, Izumi-saaaan~ I know you had one back home, but I never really pegged you for a motorcycle type. How are you going to maintain it? You're preeetty delicate, so I can't really imagine you covered in sweat and griiiime...? Your hands are pretty too, it'd be sad if they got roughed up from mechanic work☆
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he's strangely wordless at the comment about being cute, but he wriggles out of madara's grasp again, leaning back on his seat with a huff and a hand on his hair to fix it. ugh. ]
I'd wear gloves, stupid. Besides, I can just hire someone to tune it up for me every once in a while. [ ... ] Or you can just teach me how.
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Well, whatever. He's a bit glad that he's established himself as clingy to begin with. He leeeaaans to the side, resting his head on Izumi's shoulder, cheek comically smooshed as he puts all his beefy weight into it.]
Hahaha, more like Mama would do it for yooou~? But actually, I don't mind. I really looove tinkering and doing maintenance on motorcycles.
[His smiles gets a bit more cat-like, as he admits:]
It would certainly give me more excuses to see Izumi-san more☆
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speaking of leo... mm. well, they are both boys with undying loyalty towards him, so they should be considered as friends, yet at the same time they're a mystery towards each other so they'd acquaintances at most... "classmates with benefits", then? but that'd make hasumi and tenshouin one as well and izumi's not comfortable with giving that title to eichi of all people, so.
yeah, if madara thinks that izumi can put a name to what they are right now when it took him an eternity and a half to tell leo some shit about their own thing - think again. ]
As if you'd make any excuse to see me anyway when you usually just barge in without warning. What a pain in the ass.
[ doesn't stop him from flushing a little, though. haha, why else would madara meet him? ]
I'll let you know when it breaks down, yeah. I don't want to get all dirty, like you said.
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Hahaha. If it's really such a pain in the ass, you could always just say "no," Izumi-san. But you never do~
[Before Izumi can get any time to snap back, the cab slows, pulling into a surprisingly modest-looking dealership, despite how ritzy the Up tends to be. Humming cheerfully, he'll lift himself off Izumi and exit the car, holding the door open for his classmate like a good boy☆]
We're here, we're heeeere~!! Mama can feel it; this is where Izumi-san will find the ride of his dreeeaaaams~ Or at least close to it! Hahahahahahaha!☆
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he steps out, stares at the place they're supposed to do business in, and tilts his head. ]
Huh, I thought you're going to get use more expensive rides. You should flaunt your newfound wealth as a Dominant more, Mikejima. [ then he adds under his breath: ] You should save it more for your future Sub, though.
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That is to say, he completely glosses over the prospect of having a Submissive of his own, smile a bit more frozen that earlier, but he does maintain his cheerful self. He's already pulling Izumi by the hand into the shop.]
Pitching wine, selling vinegar! Don't just a book by it's cover, Izumi-saaaan~ The more ritzy places usually spend more time and money making the place look pretty, than actually having good knowledge and care for their products! If all you care about is a price tag and looks, then you'll be scammed lickety-split!☆ Listen to the common wisdom of housewives, okaaaaay~?
[Indeed, despite the mediocre and middle-class-ish style of the building itself, once they're inside, the bikes on display were another story. From more sleek designs familiar to Japanese brands to burly-looking Harley-types, there's certainly something for anyone. There's even a section for gear and accessories, should one be looking for a proper helmet and beyond.]
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huh, he's right. they really have arrived at the right place. a salesman approaches them to ask what they need, and izumi's led to a display of their more recent releases. he's looking for a ride that's sleeker, that doesn't make a lot of noise, and would at least accommodate two people. ]
What do you think of this one, Mikejima? [ this ride, he means. hold on, he'll ask permission if he could sit on it before he swings his leg over and hops on the bike, looking back at the taller boy. ] Here, test it with me.
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He's totally helping you get a feel for the specs, Izumi. This isn't some thinly-veiled attempt at cuddling, nor is he totally really not nuzzling. That's just weird.]
Hahaha~! It backseat is pretty roomy! The balance feels pretty great too, despite being lightweight~ It might be good for hauling around Leo-san or your favorite Yuu-kun-saaaaan☆
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Yeah. Yeah, I think Leo-kun or Yuu-kun would like this ride too.
[ AH... THE VERY THOUGHT OF HAVING BOTH HIS MANS RIDE HIS RIDE... it's an privilege like no other. but what if izumi wants to go fast? because he wiggles himself out of madara's grip and bends forward as if pretending to pick up speed on the bike, just to see how it'd seem like.
more like how he'd look like. he's enticing madara, of course. can't resist this curve now that he's heard all about it during orientation, fufu. ☆ ]
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In response to Izumi wriggling out of his grasp to re-position himself, Madara responds by manhandling the guy once more, this time planting his hands on the very enticing hips in front of him. He leans forward, as if mimicking bracing himself for the change in speed. Totally not to press his pecs against Izumi's back; that's just a pleasant side effect.]
Trying to get an idea for how top speed would be like, hmm~? Izumi-san always did like it fast and furious......☆
[Yeah, how's that, fucker?]
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he's got madara hook, line, and sinker though, and izumi can't help but grin as he scoots his hips back as he shifts in his seat. yeah, those pecs of his are sooooo~o annoying, all right. he's suuuuper irritated. ]
We can always take it slow, though. ♪
[ for a nice change of pace. izumi will have to learn reverse psychology effectively so that madara would do anything he asks while being subtle about it. whatever relationship they have now, he's... really all for it, but he's not sure if the other man would feel the same way. ]
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Especially when Izumi's pushing that damn ballerina butt towards him. Hnng.]
Eeeeh~? But you know there's noooothing slow about meee?
[He's the track team captain at their school, after all. If you ask him not to approach everything like a runaway train, you might as well ask him to not breathe. Plus, with how this is going, Madara would very much like to make a beeline back to the suites and to Izumi's place.
So, he's going to start weighing Izumi down with all he's got. All 64kg of Mama.]
Hey, Izumi-saaaan~? Did you settle on this oooone? If you did, let's zoom zoom and sign the paperwork~
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Hm~? You want to go home that badly now? ♪
[ the way madara's pressing himself on izumi's back is too much, though. izumi's prided himself with his endurance but his lithe arms are still no match against all 64kg of him, but he stubbornly presses up anyway, back arching a little. ]
Does that mean you don't want to buy your bike now? And get yourself behind the wheel?
[ that'll just involve izumi taking him from behind, won't it? madara just doesn't want him to take charge this entire time... such a fragile ego. ♪ ]
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I can just drop by another daaaay~
[Fine, take this, his secret weapon. He shifts his weight so his face is juuust hovering next to Izumi's ear, speaking in an unusually hushed volume:]
I want us to be alone as soon as possible, pleeeease♪
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All right, all right.
[ just. going to urge madara to lay off his back and stare back at the npc dealers nochalantly, as if they weren't just about to fuck on the merchandise they're sitting on right now. ]
This one, please. It's perfect.
[ the sooner they get the paperwork done, the faster they can get back to the suits and finish what they've started. whether madara would let izumi ride him like a motorcycle though is another story altogether. ]