“Hey Yanagi, did you see the new episode of that show Ayasaki’s been going on about last night?”

Yanagi raised his head where he stood to look at Iura as he stepped back out into the hallway, having accompanied him after Iura was asked to leave some things in storage.

“No?” He had a vague idea about what TV show he was talking about, but he had yet to watch it himself. “Why?”

 

Iura grinned ear to ear before schooling his expression to try and look serious as he looked Yanagi in the eye where he stood, leaning back against the wall.

His eyes sparkled and his hands darted out, slamming into the wall next to Yanagi.

As Iura’s hands met the wall, they slipped down, and before he could stop himself, his forehead slammed into Yanagi’s. As both of them yelped in pain, the door to a nearby classroom opened, a teacher sticking out his head, finding both of them collapsed on the floor, hands to their foreheads.

“What are you doing out there? Not fighting, are you?”

Iura sprawled on the floor, raising a hand to wave at the teacher. “No, sorry, just uh, accident. We’ll be fine!”

The teacher’s long stare was suspicious, but after looking between them for another minute he finally slid the door shut. “I don’t want to see any trouble from you later, okay.”

“Got it, teach!”

 

As the door finally shut all the way, Iura rolled into a ball, hands covering his hands. “Awwww man, I blew it!”

Yanagi sat on his knees, fingers gently rubbing at his forehead. “Um… what did you try to do, exactly?”

Iura peeked at him through his fingers. “...Kabedon.”

“Huh?”

“The male lead did a kabedon last night and he looked really cool so I wanted to try it.” Yanagi could see the way Iura’s ears burned.

“Oh.”

He fidgeted with his fingers for a moment, before lowering them to his lap. “I already think you’re cool, Iura-kun.”

 

Iura lowered his hands down below his eyes, staring up at Yanagi. “...Seriously? After all that?”

Yanagi’s smile was soft. “Yes, seriously.”

With newfound energy, Iura rolled over, standing on his knees in front of Yanagi, eyes alight. “Does that mean I can try the kabedon again?!”

“I’d be okay with that. Maybe not at school though. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Iura whooped, getting back on his feet. He offered a hand to Yanagi. “I’ll surprise you with it later. It’s cooler that way.”

Yanagi took his hand with a laugh, letting him pull him to his feet. Maybe he should finally watch that show. If only to know what had brought Iura such inspiration.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

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