For ninjou.

[tenimuho]

[There are a lot of reasons why a person would want to humor an up-and-coming mafioso, likely to be one of the youngest executives if not the youngest executive in Port Mafia history.

But Odasaku doesn't really think of what he's doing right now, sitting down and playing video games with Dazai, as 'humoring' him. Even if he's not all that great at fighting games compared to Dazai, and even if it might be considered a little weird, a 20-year-old playing games with a 15-year-old...]

Oh, I lost again.

[...it's fun even when he loses, so he's playing.]

Good game. Want another round?

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[tenimuho]

I can't really offer to come over more often. [He's pretty much booked, and he needs some time to himself too.] I'm sorry.

[ninjou]

[Dazai looks at him strangely for a moment, then shrugs.] You're always busy. I know.

[tenimuho]

They keep me busy.

[His hours are not great.]

[ninjou]

I know. But do you spend a lot of time with people other than me?

[tenimuho]

No one comes to mind.

[It's pre-kids adoption, so.]

[ninjou]

[Oh this is very good news, and Dazai laughs a little. Odasaku must think something specific about him, then.]

So why me?

[tenimuho]

No particular reason. I like spending time with you, and you tolerate me.

[It's hard for him to make positive acquaintances in his line of work and position.]

[ninjou]

I more than tolerate you.

[What does that mean...]

[tenimuho]

...Thanks.

[It means they're positive acquaintances. Clearly.]

[ninjou]

Do you like me?

[Prodding...]

[tenimuho]

Yes...?

[What's that question about.]

[ninjou]

[He smirks, and the controller is set aside. He has a hand on Odasaku's chest pretty quickly, and he leans in to try for a kiss.]

[tenimuho]

[Sorry, but what the fuck.

Odasaku reacts without thinking of things like Dazai being a future executive or probably able to kill him if he tried - he shoves Dazai away, not gently.

And then just stares at him for a few seconds.]

...What.

[ninjou]

[He falls back, looking shocked as he hits his head on the TV cabinet. There's going to be blood, so he thinks. But he's to busy curling forward wordlessly and laughing to himself.]

[tenimuho]

[Oh, that - that was a bit harder than he intended. Uh. He doesn't know whether he's allowed to come closer or not.]

Are you okay?

[...if you're being controlled somehow now would be the time to let him know. Because why else would Dazai do that? It must be the work of an enemy Ability.]

[ninjou]

[He sits there, digging fingers against his head and drawing the hand back with blood on it. Not a lot, just enough to laugh at again. He rubs it between his fingers, then wipes it on his pants.]

Wow...

[tenimuho]

You should probably bandage that up.

[Still not sure if he can come closer, and very concerned about all this laughing.]

[ninjou]

[He looks up at him with wild, dark eyes.]

I thought you liked me.

[tenimuho]

You're fifteen. That's not what it means when a twenty-year-old likes a fifteen-year-old.

[ninjou]

So? Do you think I act like a kid?

[tenimuho]

No, but that doesn't make it alright.

[There's a gap in between 'kid' and 'adult' and Dazai is squarely in the middle of that gap.]

[ninjou]

It's fine.

[Another little laugh.]

If I was your age, would you kiss me?

[tenimuho]

I - I don't know, because you're not.

[So he can't even begin to figure it out.]

[ninjou]

[Sigh. Dazai stands and moves closer.]

You're kidding. Just kiss me. One.

[tenimuho]

No, Dazai. It's wrong and I'm not going to.

[...he is arguing about not doing things that are 'wrong' to the wrong person, isn't he.]