( gentaro isn’t foolish enough to wander outside the apartment complex without his mic. this place has burned him enough to know better. this time it’s a blessing because he doesn’t need to waste those extra moments going back to his own place across the hall and grabbing his.
even so, the fruit is annoying as hell. he steps inside and sets it down on dice’s counter, because it’s good fruit and maybe he’ll try and make a god damn pie out of it later he doesn’t know he’s trying to learn to cook because the more time spent inside the more time with dice and —
fuck he has it so bad.
he’s calm as he steps away from the counter. so calm for a man that just raced from a market because of a terribly reckless idea for sex.
he pivots to dice finally and drags a thin finger under his chin to tip his gaze just enough to meet his. )
action forever
even so, the fruit is annoying as hell. he steps inside and sets it down on dice’s counter, because it’s good fruit and maybe he’ll try and make a god damn pie out of it later he doesn’t know he’s trying to learn to cook because the more time spent inside the more time with dice and —
fuck he has it so bad.
he’s calm as he steps away from the counter. so calm for a man that just raced from a market because of a terribly reckless idea for sex.
he pivots to dice finally and drags a thin finger under his chin to tip his gaze just enough to meet his. )
Don’t hold back... ousama.