Kyouhei was really, really tempted to accept. Who knew when he’d get another chance to hold Yuuto’s hand? Nervously, he held out his own hand, palm towards the sky, trying not to shake but failing.
Realizing that the thought process was pretty self-centered (and it almost felt like he was using the idol, and he pulled back, cheeks puffed out slightly.
“Buh-what?” Kyouhei squinted at Yuuto over his clipboard before moving slightly so he could see his clock, ticking away steadily on the wall. “Why are you even here at… at three in the morning?”
He couldn’t remember giving the idol a key. Oh well. His head ducked down and he started to reread the report he had pinned to his- wait.
“Wait, you wanted to sing to me…? At three in the morning? Should you really be offering to sing to just anyone, at three in the morning? I mean I want you to sing to me but are you sure you thought this through?”
And it was nearly three in the morning, wouldn’t the neighbors be annoyed? Kyouhei had no clue.
Kyouhei pouted, his ears red, as he smoothed over the food-stuffed pockets of his Pansage onesie. It was fitting, considering the base abilities and lore - but that wasn’t the point!
“If you drop by unannounced, I’m not going to have the time to look respectable!” He protested, inwardly lamenting the loss of any cool image he had in Yuuto’s eyes.
He heard the voice talking to him and turned his head slightly towards Kyouhei’s side, eyes still closed and totally unaware of the other’s expression. What was it nice about it? A part of him didn’t felt the need to answer, but another part felt like it wouldn’t change a thing to actually do it.
“It’s warm. It feels kinda soft” he started to describe what he felt “and you smell nice”
“Gah!” Kyouhei gasped, the palms of his hands digging into his eyes because he could look at anything right now or he would d i e.
Was that true?!?! It wasn’t like he could test it out for himself. He wasn’t a contortionist, and he was scent-blind to himself by this point… briefly, he wondered if the same could be said of Yuuto’s lap.
Unaware of the nervousness he had caused in the other, Yuuto simply closed his eyes and made himself comfortable by crossing his arms over his chest and fixing the position of his legs. Being tall was sometimes inconvenient.
“Kinda” he replied, not much more elaboration on his reply “Your lap feels nice, i like it”
If it was physically possible to steam out of one’s ears, Kyouhei was absolutely sure he was beyond the required temperature to achieve the feat. His hands even felt a bit sweaty, now crossed over his chest and clenched in his sleeves.
Yuuto’s comments were not helping.
What the brunet wouldn’t give for someone to rescue him from his own life, from the embarrassment glowing like a beacon on his face and in his chest. How awkward.
“Thanks? What even qualifies it as nice…?” The last part was more a question towards himself since he’d always just assumed his thighs and hips (that was what the lap consisted of, right?) to be average, just like the rest of him.
To be true, the reason behind his headache was probably lack of sleep. Like always, he was up until early morning working in a new song, and today, unlike most days, he was woken up almost forcefully by his unit mate -they had things to do so it wasn’t his fault but Yuuto’s.
In any case, he was a bit sleepy, and the idea of laying down sounded rather appealing.
“I’ll take your offer on that, Kyouhei” Yuuto said, voice as rough as usual. Before the other could say anything, Yuuto had already laid down in the bench, resting his head on the other’s lap.
While Kyouhei had only been half-serious when he’d said he was joking, it still shocked the soul out of him when Yuuto adjusted on the bench and placed his head in his lap.
Something that sounded a lot like a malfunctioning dishwasher escaped from deep in his throat and his hands immediately went up in a defensive position, parallel to his body and in front of his beet-red face.
“D-do you… is your headache really that bad?” At least, that’s what the brunet assumed it was since Yuuto wasn’t pale or sweating, and he didn’t sound congested… Kyouhei let him be, for that reason, instead of flipping him out of his lap.
Instantaneously flustered by the sound of Yuuto’s voice, Kyouhei, looked way up at the idol with a wobbly smile, eyes searching for any signs of what was said.
“Well, I mean, you should probably lie down?” The aspiring biochemist suggested, looking around for a suitable place to do it, determined to do well by Yuuto, his mouth still running nervously.
“You can even use my lap if you want! Just kidding. Of course.”