Kevin watched the way Andrew’s lips curled up in a drug induced mania.
“Oh, Kevin, please, do tell.” The smile seemed more like a crack on his face than anything resembling happiness. “What the fuck you think you know about me.”
“I know you’re a good player.” Andrew’s smile got wider if it was possible.
“Glad someone thinks I’m good at something.” Kevin hadn’t been expecting that. So left with his mouth hanging open, Andrew took it as an excuse to leave.
“Wait,” Kevin reached out his fingers barely brushing Andrew’s bicep. Andrew spun so fast that Kevin could keep his balance when he shoulder checked him right in the solar plexus. Using the fact that Kevin was hunched over, Andrew yanked Kevin’s hair and forced him to look him in the eye. Kevin could see the muscles in Andrew’s cheeks twitching at the effort it took to hold his smile in place, but his eyes looked dead.
“What are you going to do to me now?” Kevin prodded, his voice surprisingly even or the compromising position he was in.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Andrew tilted Kevin’s head to the side. “Maybe I’ll just shatter your other hand.” As much as Kevin didn’t want to believe Andrew’s threat he could feel his right hand clenching.
“I’d kill you.”
“Good, because at least then I wouldn’t have to hear you talk about a fucking game all the time.”
“You really want to die that bad, huh?” Kevin felt like his hair was going to be ripped out. Andrew’s smile hadn’t changed, but he didn’t released Kevin’s hair, throwing him backwards.
“Can you give me a reason to want to live?” Kevin could have sworn there was something besides emptiness or murder in Andrew’s eyes.
Choromatsu looked at the limited edition Nyaa-chan figure in his hands and felt his soul leave his body. He still couldn’t believe you paid 20,000 yen for this thing, and just for him no less.
“Y-Yeah.” he stuttered once he got his voice back, but his face remained flushed.
You clapped your hands together, “Yay! I’m so glad!” you said before pulling him into a hug.
Choromatsu immediately stiffened at the contact, his breath hitching in his throat before hesitantly wrapping his arms around you. As he relaxed into the hug he exhaled the breath he was holding and closed his eyes, he’d stay like this forever if he had it his way. Soon enough, too soon for his liking, you pulled away, and he missed the warmth you provided.
“Ah, I should get going,” you said, “but I’m glad you like my gift. Talk to you later.” you smiled at him before taking off.
Choromatsu just watched you go, blush still evident on his face, then looked the boxed figure in his hands. Pulling the box to his chest, he sighed dreamily, he was truly blessed to have met you.