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[wavesoakedlegs]

More familiar names belonging to unfamiliar people, from worlds both extremely close and very far in nature from the one I know. I do not think it is something one could ever get completely used to.

Sometimes I wonder if-

[And at that point Mitsuhide trails off, leaving little dots of ink after his last words, because without really thinking about it he has pulled a certain sweet from the bowl that has appeared in the Koumyou's island camp. Distraction makes the magical urge to do so very hard to resist; it makes the urge to obey the heart-shaped sweet's message even harder to ignore.]

[So a few moments later, Mitsuhide adds, in a slightly less neat kind of script:]

Lord Motochika, I love you.

[...yeah, he's just going to leave it there. Whatever he was going to say beforehand has been unsurprisingly washed from his mind by sheer embarrassment.]

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[wavesoakedlegs]

[Straightening up and trying to shift aside the embarrassment, Mitsuhide is quite glad to go with Aiichiro's conversation change. For a moment, he forgets that it's highly likely those sweets are enchanted...]

No, not really.

[He chuckles, and shakes his head.]

They are almost chalk-like.

[aidreamofsenpai]

They are.

[He doesn't even quite realize what he's doing, when he pushes himself back up to his feet suddenly. His arms go around the older man in a sudden hug.]

I really think you're great, Mitsuhide-san.

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide is startled by that sudden embrace, and it's obvious that this is so when he tenses up. It almost came out of nowhere.]

Oh, I...

[Physical contact is always something he has a little trouble with, even when it's affectionate, but he makes the effort at relaxing. This is hardly something to get awkward about, after all.]

I am undeserving of such kind words, Master Aiichiro. You humble me deeply.

[aidreamofsenpai]

[Aiichiro doesn't say anything else, because that's really all he has to say. He doesn't think Mitsuhide is undeserving at all, but that's obvious, and arguing with him just seems wrong.

Instead, he gives in to the urge that the candy left him with, and presses his lips against Mitsuhide's cheek, softly.]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[That startles Mitsuhide even more; mortification rises quickly in his chest as his cheeks flush. That has to be those sweets. They have to be cursed, because this is unexplainable otherwise.]

[That doesn't make him feel any less embarrassed, though.]

Master Nitori?

[This is turning out to be a very strange day...]

[aidreamofsenpai]

Hmm?

[Aiichiro draws back from the kiss, smiling serenely at Mitsuhide.]

It just happened.

[Yet he doesn't feel weird about it at all. He pats gently at Mitsuhide's shoulder.]

Good luck with the captain. I'm going to go swim, okay?

[wavesoakedlegs]

['Just happened.' Goodness. Mitsuhide bows his head and is quiet for a moment, before offering Aiichiro an awkward smile.]

Of course.

[That really would be for the best, wouldn't it? Mitsuhide really does need to push this awkwardness aside and deal with the original issue, which is talking to Motochika about this.]

Enjoy yourself.

[aidreamofsenpai]

I will!

[Aiichiro bounces off, completely oblivious to any awkwardness.]