(The answer is in an office somewhere on base with computers for personnel to use, printers, fax machines, and other equipment that need to be kept cool lest they overheat and the entire bureaucratic system comes undone or something. It's one of the few rooms with good, strong, and reliable airconditioning and it's one of the best places for relief. He's so pleased he found it.
But when he gets this message, he reads it over and replies,)
(He's a spoiled treasured sword that needs to be kept in a climate controlled case.
He looks around the office... where people come and actually do work and are probably wondering why this weirdo is hanging around. And he thinks if Aki is messaging him suddenly like this... it reminds him of another time so he should choose carefully,)
I'll come to your room. Wait for me. I'll get us snacks. ⭐
(HE ARRIVES WITH GIFTS... in his arms, there are bottles of tea he got from a vending machine and some... rice crackers. There is not enough food to really get real snacks.
But he sets everything down on the nightstand next to the bed and immediately goes him.)
Instinctively, he leans into the touch, tilting his face so he feel more of his touch. Looking up through white lashes, eyes bright with excitement and surprise,)
Really?!
(He's more excited about this than most people would be, even given their relationship. But he won't get too caught up in this. It's so clear that Aki wanted to talk about something and--)
You didn't want to talk about dinner.
(He wanted to talk about something else, didn't he? And he straightens himself a little more to give Aki his attention. 100%. Undivided.)
[ It's endearing, and Aki can't resist the urge to lean close, seeking, wanting, yearning. It anchors him, and he sighs softly before he shakes his head.
"Us." He says and a thought immediately flashes through his mind. What about us? What are we? And his heart twists. It's slight, but Aki may feel the way Tsurumaru's own grip seems to tighten almost by reflex.
Sitting on the bed, he leaves a space for Aki to sit next to him and turns to face him, to give him his full attention.
[ The hand tightens, and Aki realises the misstep.
'Us'. Is there even an 'Us' to talk about? He might have confessed to Tsurumaru, but they never agreed to anything. They're just... Together. Enjoying one another's company. He shifts awkwardly, looking away, unable to meet Tsurumaru's eyes.
He's messed it up, and he doesn't want to admit the guilt of it. ]
He said he was happy for me. That's not the important point here.
[ Aki's eyes blink rapidly, as if he's fighting tears. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
But when he gets this message, he reads it over and replies,)
Do you want to meet?
no subject
Aki is quick, at least, in his response. ]
Yes. Where?
no subject
He looks around the office... where people come and actually do work and are probably wondering why this weirdo is hanging around. And he thinks if Aki is messaging him suddenly like this... it reminds him of another time so he should choose carefully,)
I'll come to your room.
Wait for me.
I'll get us snacks. ⭐
(The cafeteria is on the way.)
no subject
I'll be waiting. The door will be open.
no subject
But he sets everything down on the nightstand next to the bed and immediately goes him.)
no subject
It's clear something has hit him, emotionally, but... ]
You're warm.
no subject
It's hot! It's so hot here! I don't remember summer ever being this hot!
(Is someone going to tell him about global warming or,,,,,,)
no subject
You can have a cool shower later.
[ Aki is still gazing at him, as if some burden has been lifted, and his fingers stroke Tsuru’s cheek gently. ]
I’ll make you dinner.
no subject
Instinctively, he leans into the touch, tilting his face so he feel more of his touch. Looking up through white lashes, eyes bright with excitement and surprise,)
Really?!
(He's more excited about this than most people would be, even given their relationship. But he won't get too caught up in this. It's so clear that Aki wanted to talk about something and--)
You didn't want to talk about dinner.
(He wanted to talk about something else, didn't he? And he straightens himself a little more to give Aki his attention. 100%. Undivided.)
no subject
[ It's endearing, and Aki can't resist the urge to lean close, seeking, wanting, yearning. It anchors him, and he sighs softly before he shakes his head.
No, this isn't why he called for Tsurumaru. ]
I spoke to Denji.
no subject
(Ah, he looks surprised and then... guilty? He looks guilty.
Of course, it makes sense to him. The sudden message, the serious air in the room, the way he wanted to talk to him specifically, and about Denji? )
Oh, no.
(Oh, no????)
I didn't know.
(Didn't know what???)
Times have changed!
no subject
[ Aki leans back, looking at him for a moment, completely confused. ]
What are you talking about?
1/2
no subject
(Nothing at all! He takes it all back!)
no subject
Did you do something with Denji?
no subject
Nothing wrong.
(... Okay, maybe it was wrong.)
Well, nothing bad.
no subject
[ Aki strokes his cheek with deceptively soft fingers. ]
What did Denji do?
no subject
Nothing! He didn't do anything!
(It was him!!! HE DID IT!!)
You know Denji-kun is a good boy.
no subject
A good boy who did something you're not going to tell me?
[ Eyebrow. ]
no subject
Mumbling,)
... It was just alittlebittodrink I didn't know therewerenewrules.
no subject
[ Aki frowns, shifting. ]
Normally he wouldn't have bothered, since it was illegal... But he's a lot older now. Older than I remember.
[ An uncomfortable knot twists inside of him. ]
It's fine, Tsuru.
no subject
(That's all he did. That's all they did!!! But more importantly, now that he knows that wasn't the whole point of this meeting...
He leans in and looks up at Aki, studying him,)
What did you talk about instead?
(And he slips his hand into Aki's and guides him over to sit down.)
no subject
Aki lets himself be tugged along, moving and settling down, tugging Tsurumaru close and sighing softly. ]
I told him about the two of us.
no subject
"Us." He says and a thought immediately flashes through his mind. What about us? What are we? And his heart twists. It's slight, but Aki may feel the way Tsurumaru's own grip seems to tighten almost by reflex.
Sitting on the bed, he leaves a space for Aki to sit next to him and turns to face him, to give him his full attention.
He's anxious. He's still anxious when he asks,)
What did he say?
no subject
'Us'. Is there even an 'Us' to talk about? He might have confessed to Tsurumaru, but they never agreed to anything. They're just... Together. Enjoying one another's company. He shifts awkwardly, looking away, unable to meet Tsurumaru's eyes.
He's messed it up, and he doesn't want to admit the guilt of it. ]
He said he was happy for me. That's not the important point here.
[ Aki's eyes blink rapidly, as if he's fighting tears. ]
He told me... His name is Hayakawa Denji.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)