[ He's stuck in a loop. He keeps thinking about how Noiz, locked in his room, neglected by his parents and used by nearly everyone he ever knew... and Karamatsu who basically was so desperate for affection and then there's him, being a hot mess all over again.
Aoba cries all over him, feeling ashamed but also guilty about his part and he doesn't know what he's supposed to do with how he feels about him and how he's failing Karamatsu. ]
Because you deserve a lot better and...!
[ It's too late, he's gone all emotional on him and now he's being a big crybaby right against his chest. Speaking of which, Aoba pulls back and tearfully points this out. ]
Why are you shirtless in April, anyway? A-aren't you freezing? [ Why is he upset about this... ]
[ Karamatsu would argue— Aoba is as about as good as it gets for him. He still cannot believe Aoba is interested in him to begin with— a part of him doesn't believe it, truthfully. He parts his lips to speak but then Aoba brings up his attire and his eyebrows raise slightly. ]
Well, you see... it's my wooing outfit. I got it for White Day! To return gifts to all of my adoring kittens who gave me chocolate on Valentine's.
[ a beat. ]
Heh. They must have been too embarrassed to give me chocolates that day considering I did not get any, but I like the purpose of the outfit now even more so. [ There's another steady pause before he takes a step back to give Aoba space if he wants it. ]
Hm. You shouldn't worry.. about me, or any of this. I can wait patiently for your answer if you are not ready. [ That's what Aoba said through those sobs, right? That he wasn't ready? ]
[ Aoba drops his eyes, feeling stupid and emotional. He needs to take responsibility for his part in all of this mess. Confessing and kissing him, that might've been in line with the festival, but it probably didn't help Karamatsu at all. Like he went and dangled a carrot in front of his face only to keep it just out of reach. Wiping his eyes, he huffs a laugh through tears when he mentions White Day and how ridiculous it is. Ridiculous, but very like him. He doesn't do anything half-assed, not when it comes to fashion or romance, two things he idolizes.
The smile has no staying power and it drops off as he recalls the gifts, the flowers, the way he's dressed. All his (overbearing) efforts to win his heart. He feels like a jerk. ]
I'm disappointing the most important person to me. So it's impossible for me not to worry.
[ Aoba reaches out to grip his sleeve, even though Karamatsu just stepped back to give him space. ]
...I want to be alone, but I don't want to be lonely. I like you, but I don't want to be anyone's boyfriend.
[ Karamatsu is disappointed, but that is what he always gets for being too optimistic. It doesn't show on his face. He feels like maybe he isn't good enough and Aoba is just trying to let him down easily. The idea of liking some one and then not accepting them once feelings have been confessed is so foreign to him, but he's trying to place himself in Aoba's shoes. ]
—Whenever your heart heals and your mind is made up, I will be here. But even so, I will not abandon you as a friend. You are too valuable to me for that.. and nobody deserves loneliness.
[ A beat. It's kind of awkward, now, but he doesn't want to leave Aoba especially if he just said he doesn't want to be alone. ]
Shall I take you for ice cream, then? [ Huh. So natural. ]
[ The hand holding the edge of his sleeve tightens, squeezing the white fabric in his fingers. He's worried that doing what he thinks is ultimately the right thing to do -- wait -- is going to dismantle whatever rickety bridge they have right now in this complicated relationship. Karamatsu's fragile despite his Hollywood facade... or at least Aoba thinks so. So he worries that he'll throw his hand away and huff angrily and leave, or worse -- accept it and suffer in silence.
But then he says something Aoba doesn't expect.
Ice cream...?
It's like something they would normally do. Instantly he remembers snapshots, memories flashing before his eyes in rapid fire. Him reaching over the table to pull Karamatsu away from singing some ballad to their friendship on open mic night, the bouquet of roses meant for someone else tapping his shoulder, his arms draped over Karamatsu's shoulders in a dance intended for a date he didn't have while his friend fumed, the warming glow of the bonfire during their belated birthday as he drops a gift into his hands, the dampness in his hair when he heads into Karamatsu's house before that moment when he kissed him and everything changed.
There's so much that's happened and those memories are so precious to him. What Karamatsu suggests sounds like one of them and he's so startled by his complete turn-around that Aoba's chin snaps up -- so quickly that the tears that were brimming in his eyes fall right out in his wide-eyed surprise. ]
[ Aoba stares at him, then his head bobs in silence. Y-yeah, that's okay. More than okay. He feels a rush of heat that seems to explode from the uncomfortable stone that settled in his stomach, swelling up through his heart and into the far corners of his extremities. It's not like that heat that makes him blush but it's comfort. Relief?
But what comes riding hot on it's heels is another feeling. ]
But it's not really the kind you can put a distinct label on. They were friends and soulmates first, and a romantic love came later, and it kind of snuck up on them. So really when Aoba throws his arms around Karamatsu's shoulders this time, it's more of an expression of gratitude and surprise. But there's so much affection poured into it that he literally bumps his head with his, laughing through eyes prickling with tears. But he keeps it short, because he is too keenly aware of how he needs to hold Karamatsu's brave heart gently. ]
Are you trying to act all cool? You nerd!
[ That doesn't mean he's going to refrain from teasing him. ]
Aa, act all cool? I do not need to act cool, I am already cool! I am.. the definition of cool! What I am trying to do with all of this is... not abandon you. [ He thinks it's a decent compromise. Aoba doesn't want to be official with him— Karamatsu still can't quite understand, but he can't force someone into a relationship with him, but he also cannot leave someone cause he isn't getting his way.
At least now there is nothing to hide. Aoba knows he likes him and vice versa, he will just have to be patient. ]
[ Aoba pulls away and smiles at him, wiping at the corners of his eyes. He's still feeling a little vulnerable, but Karamatsu is trying to put him at ease and it's kind of working? Not that it's a magic spell to banish away the stress he's been feeling but... he wants him to feel like his efforts aren't wasted.
It's going to take time, and effort on his part too. ]
Non-dairy!
[ He answers that very quickly, faster than he usually does. Aoba usually hedges around a topic before giving a pointed answer like this, especially if it's almost like he's looking a gift horse in the mouth. ]
I'm not lactose intolerant or anything. It's just that...
[ He can digest it just fine, but it's more of a texture and taste thing. For some reason, milk is something he just cannot stand. Some cheeses are fine, and sometimes a light cream is good. But he's very fickle about it. ]
The taste of milk is something I can't stand for some reason. Even in school I got in trouble for not drinking my milk. And one time I was fired from my job at an ice cream parlor because of it.
Anyway... don't let that stop you! I still like tofu or soy-based stuff! Sorbets and popsicles are good too!
[ These are good things to know when you're trying to woo a person, yes. Karamatsu will make sure to never surprise him with anything that has milk in it, then. ]
Ah.. it occurred to me.. that I do not know of other things that you do not like. What is something else you do not like?
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[ Aoba blinks at him. It's odd, but even as friends they just kinda fumbled their way through being around one another, bumping into each other's likes and dislikes without even really talking about them much. ]
Maybe... having my hair touched. The nerves in them are pretty sensitive, so on windy days it can be a little painful.
[ Aoba picks up a lock of hair from his shoulders and frowns at it. He's holding it extremely gently. ]
I've learned how to wash it carefully, but when it gets too long I usually just end up cutting it where it hurts less.
[ Which explains why he has the worst mullet ever. ]
[ Oh, there Aoba goes again, talking about his hair. Karamatsu doesn't understand he never will.. sensitive hair? Just by touching it? It's so pretty though.. Karamatsu wants to touch it, he wants to--
Oh, shit, motherfucker. He's going for it. He's not even asking!
He holds a lock of hair, but he is being very careful. Just as careful as Aoba! ]
I think it is beautiful. ♡ What cool shades of blue it is! It is my favorite color, remember.. it's my color!
[ Aoba was distracted so he doesn't realize what he's doing until he's already there, getting all up close and personal and speaking affectionately while he's this close...?! Aoba instinctively releases his hair in favor of closing around Karamatsu's wrist. He's touching his hair! Like he didn't even hear him that he didn't like it at all! ]
I-it's always been blue. It's not like I dyed it or anything. [ So it's his color too! ] And! Wh-what's the point of asking if you're just going to do it anyway?
[ And yet his response isn't angry, it's flustered with a slight trace of annoyance. ]
Although, if you're careful, I guess it's fine... [ Aoba holds his breath, glancing away for a moment as he mutters. ] A-anyway...
I already knew you liked blue, it doesn't take a genius. So... what else... do you like?
[ He lets Aoba's hair go, carefully, and then places his hands in both of his back pockets of his white slacks. Seriously, was he going to go back outside with just a blazer and pants on? ]
A-ah.. I do like barley tea a good bit. There is nothing more satisfying than that! Especially if the meal is meat wrapped in meat.. I like.. perfect fashion! Fashion magazines and cologne... I also enjoy playing the guitar and singing to everyone!
[ But it's really not a big deal, is it? It's nothing to get worked up over, after all...they've done a lot more than just said those three words. Right. This is just two bros hanging out talking about stuff and things and it's been practically a month since all that wild stuff went down at the club.
Aoba folds his arms and leans his head to the side. He already knew about that meat-wrapped-in-meat and fashion and honestly he had to talk to him more about his love of cologne. But anyway. ]
Didn't you tell me all this the first time we met? [ Or close enough. He remembers there was an open mic night and the rest is a blur of embarrassment. ] Tell me something I don't know.
[ Tell Aoba something he doesn't know? That's really personal! He doesn't like to dwell on the things he hates-- it kind of shows what an awful person he is. ]
Uh, well.. why would we want to talk about something so negative?
...That's really a good point. And here I was starting off with that.
Still, you'll tell me if I do something you hate, right? I don't want to make some blunder that causes you to regret getting -- [ close to me, he wants to say. ] Uh. Honest.
[ It's a clumsy save, but whatever. ]
Anyway, I'm ready, so... won't you put on a shirt so we can head out?
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Aoba cries all over him, feeling ashamed but also guilty about his part and he doesn't know what he's supposed to do with how he feels about him and how he's failing Karamatsu. ]
Because you deserve a lot better and...!
[ It's too late, he's gone all emotional on him and now he's being a big crybaby right against his chest. Speaking of which, Aoba pulls back and tearfully points this out. ]
Why are you shirtless in April, anyway? A-aren't you freezing? [ Why is he upset about this... ]
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Well, you see... it's my wooing outfit. I got it for White Day! To return gifts to all of my adoring kittens who gave me chocolate on Valentine's.
[ a beat. ]
Heh. They must have been too embarrassed to give me chocolates that day considering I did not get any, but I like the purpose of the outfit now even more so.
[ There's another steady pause before he takes a step back to give Aoba space if he wants it. ]
Hm. You shouldn't worry.. about me, or any of this. I can wait patiently for your answer if you are not ready.
[ That's what Aoba said through those sobs, right? That he wasn't ready? ]
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The smile has no staying power and it drops off as he recalls the gifts, the flowers, the way he's dressed. All his (overbearing) efforts to win his heart. He feels like a jerk. ]
I'm disappointing the most important person to me. So it's impossible for me not to worry.
[ Aoba reaches out to grip his sleeve, even though Karamatsu just stepped back to give him space. ]
...I want to be alone, but I don't want to be lonely. I like you, but I don't want to be anyone's boyfriend.
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—Whenever your heart heals and your mind is made up, I will be here. But even so, I will not abandon you as a friend. You are too valuable to me for that.. and nobody deserves loneliness.
[ A beat. It's kind of awkward, now, but he doesn't want to leave Aoba especially if he just said he doesn't want to be alone. ]
Shall I take you for ice cream, then?
[ Huh. So natural. ]
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But then he says something Aoba doesn't expect.
Ice cream...?
It's like something they would normally do. Instantly he remembers snapshots, memories flashing before his eyes in rapid fire. Him reaching over the table to pull Karamatsu away from singing some ballad to their friendship on open mic night, the bouquet of roses meant for someone else tapping his shoulder, his arms draped over Karamatsu's shoulders in a dance intended for a date he didn't have while his friend fumed, the warming glow of the bonfire during their belated birthday as he drops a gift into his hands, the dampness in his hair when he heads into Karamatsu's house before that moment when he kissed him and everything changed.
There's so much that's happened and those memories are so precious to him. What Karamatsu suggests sounds like one of them and he's so startled by his complete turn-around that Aoba's chin snaps up -- so quickly that the tears that were brimming in his eyes fall right out in his wide-eyed surprise. ]
...Eh?
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I can still get you ice cream, right?
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[ Aoba stares at him, then his head bobs in silence. Y-yeah, that's okay. More than okay. He feels a rush of heat that seems to explode from the uncomfortable stone that settled in his stomach, swelling up through his heart and into the far corners of his extremities. It's not like that heat that makes him blush but it's comfort. Relief?
But what comes riding hot on it's heels is another feeling. ]
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Love.
But it's not really the kind you can put a distinct label on. They were friends and soulmates first, and a romantic love came later, and it kind of snuck up on them. So really when Aoba throws his arms around Karamatsu's shoulders this time, it's more of an expression of gratitude and surprise. But there's so much affection poured into it that he literally bumps his head with his, laughing through eyes prickling with tears. But he keeps it short, because he is too keenly aware of how he needs to hold Karamatsu's brave heart gently. ]
Are you trying to act all cool? You nerd!
[ That doesn't mean he's going to refrain from teasing him. ]
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[ He thinks it's a decent compromise. Aoba doesn't want to be official with him— Karamatsu still can't quite understand, but he can't force someone into a relationship with him, but he also cannot leave someone cause he isn't getting his way.
At least now there is nothing to hide. Aoba knows he likes him and vice versa, he will just have to be patient. ]
Heh.. which is your favorite kind?
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It's going to take time, and effort on his part too. ]
Non-dairy!
[ He answers that very quickly, faster than he usually does. Aoba usually hedges around a topic before giving a pointed answer like this, especially if it's almost like he's looking a gift horse in the mouth. ]
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[ He can digest it just fine, but it's more of a texture and taste thing. For some reason, milk is something he just cannot stand. Some cheeses are fine, and sometimes a light cream is good. But he's very fickle about it. ]
The taste of milk is something I can't stand for some reason. Even in school I got in trouble for not drinking my milk. And one time I was fired from my job at an ice cream parlor because of it.
Anyway... don't let that stop you! I still like tofu or soy-based stuff! Sorbets and popsicles are good too!
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Ah.. it occurred to me.. that I do not know of other things that you do not like.
What is something else you do not like?
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[ Aoba blinks at him. It's odd, but even as friends they just kinda fumbled their way through being around one another, bumping into each other's likes and dislikes without even really talking about them much. ]
Maybe... having my hair touched. The nerves in them are pretty sensitive, so on windy days it can be a little painful.
[ Aoba picks up a lock of hair from his shoulders and frowns at it. He's holding it extremely gently. ]
I've learned how to wash it carefully, but when it gets too long I usually just end up cutting it where it hurts less.
[ Which explains why he has the worst mullet ever. ]
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Oh, shit, motherfucker. He's going for it. He's not even asking!
He holds a lock of hair, but he is being very careful. Just as careful as Aoba! ]
I think it is beautiful. ♡ What cool shades of blue it is! It is my favorite color, remember.. it's my color!
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I-it's always been blue. It's not like I dyed it or anything. [ So it's his color too! ] And! Wh-what's the point of asking if you're just going to do it anyway?
[ And yet his response isn't angry, it's flustered with a slight trace of annoyance. ]
Although, if you're careful, I guess it's fine... [ Aoba holds his breath, glancing away for a moment as he mutters. ] A-anyway...
I already knew you liked blue, it doesn't take a genius. So... what else... do you like?
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A-ah.. I do like barley tea a good bit. There is nothing more satisfying than that! Especially if the meal is meat wrapped in meat.. I like.. perfect fashion! Fashion magazines and cologne... I also enjoy playing the guitar and singing to everyone!
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Aoba folds his arms and leans his head to the side. He already knew about that meat-wrapped-in-meat and fashion and honestly he had to talk to him more about his love of cologne. But anyway. ]
Didn't you tell me all this the first time we met? [ Or close enough. He remembers there was an open mic night and the rest is a blur of embarrassment. ] Tell me something I don't know.
What about things you hate?
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Uh, well.. why would we want to talk about something so negative?
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...That's really a good point. And here I was starting off with that.
Still, you'll tell me if I do something you hate, right? I don't want to make some blunder that causes you to regret getting -- [ close to me, he wants to say. ] Uh. Honest.
[ It's a clumsy save, but whatever. ]
Anyway, I'm ready, so... won't you put on a shirt so we can head out?
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[ that's .. really all he says in regards to all of this. How stubborn. ]
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[ Aoba turns to a set of drawers and starts to pick through it, then pulls out a few. Black, white or light blue. None have decals or patterns. ]
Besides, I think some places will turn us away because you're not wearing a shirt.
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Not if I charm my way in! Aoba, I'm sorry to say, bu the clothes you are offering to me aren't quite my taste.
[ not flashy enough.. ]
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