[Takiji knows that someone has embarrassed Akutagawa. Truthfully, it isn't that hard, and he knows his friends.
That said, it doesn't help him at all when they get outside and Akutagawa tells him what's happened. Musha's face goes red and he trips over his tongue for a moment.]
...They're. They're being supportive, I think. Musha?
[Truthfully he stopped being able to pay attention after the condoms were handed over. His ears rang with embarrassment. He hates the idea of other people thinking about the two of them together, hates the thought of someone buying these with them in mind, hates that at least one person has thought about what Takiji would need during sex, and has for the last twenty minutes or so been increasingly distracted by thoughts of same.]
[He scowls at the ground, loosening his grip on Takiji's arm and then sliding his hand down until their fingers link together.]
. . . He was laughing at me. It felt like he was. And at you. Did you--talk to him about . . . ?
[This very crossly. Akutagawa still doesn't quite understand that he doesn't have to be on guard with Takiji's friends. It doesn't make sense to him, honestly; he has to be on guard with everyone but Takiji, so why wouldn't these people count in the same way?]
[Still . . . it's something worth considering. "He's very . . ." Takiji says, and trails off. Akutagawa thinks about this, swinging their hands a little between him. Eventually, he concludes:]
He's better at this. At people. At sex. At not being embarrassed. He didn't realize because he wouldn't be embarrassed. Is that right?
...I don't want them to talk about it in any detail. It isn't their business. But... I don't mind my friends knowing that we're in a relationship to start with. Because I'm tired of keeping secrets.
[Of not being able to trust people, even the ones he wants to trust, the ones he thinks he knows. That period of his life is over and he's glad for that.]
I don't like you being upset either. Is there a middle ground...?
I'm not--it's fine that they know. It's embarrassing, but it's fine. Because they're your friends, and you . . . you talk to friends about things like that. [This trails off sort of uncertainly, because he just doesn't have any practical experience at all. He's pretty sure that's how it goes, though.]
I just don't want them to talk about the--the phys-- The sex part. I want that to just be with you. Is that--isn't that right?
[Hm. Akutagawa considers this and weighs his options. It's not a hard decision in the end. On the one hand, Musha might realize that Akutagawa was upset. On the other hand, if this happens again, he and Takiji will be upset, which is infinitely worse.]
[He's about to say that Takiji doesn't have to, but then--he gets a kiss. It's very distracting and makes him feel much better immediately. Flushing a little, he works hard to conceal a smile.]
. . . I didn't have a bad time. Your friends aren't scary.
[Maybe one day he'll even like them. Except Musha, maybe.]
Naoya is someone who will make it very obvious if he doesn't like you. If he thought you were bad for me he would probably have threatened you - he's protective even when being protective is putting himself in harm's way. ...He's kind of an idiot that way, but I'm grateful to him.
[Takiji sounds fond. He is fond of his mentor, even if Naoya could absolutely have been in danger just for publishing a eulogy for him.]
[Akutagawa doesn't sound scared or even annoyed. No, he sounds approving. To him, that's appropriate behavior regarding someone you care about. No issues there.]
I wouldn't hurt him. He's your friend. He seems very sensible.
bless you
That said, it doesn't help him at all when they get outside and Akutagawa tells him what's happened. Musha's face goes red and he trips over his tongue for a moment.]
...They're. They're being supportive, I think. Musha?
[It was absolutely Musha.]
no subject
[Truthfully he stopped being able to pay attention after the condoms were handed over. His ears rang with embarrassment. He hates the idea of other people thinking about the two of them together, hates the thought of someone buying these with them in mind, hates that at least one person has thought about what Takiji would need during sex, and has for the last twenty minutes or so been increasingly distracted by thoughts of same.]
[He scowls at the ground, loosening his grip on Takiji's arm and then sliding his hand down until their fingers link together.]
. . . He was laughing at me. It felt like he was. And at you. Did you--talk to him about . . . ?
no subject
[With his free hand, Takiji tugs his hood down, further over his face. It doesn't do anything to help his embarrassment.]
He doesn't mean to laugh at you.
no subject
[It's dubious, but he does trust Takiji, and Takiji knows these people. It has to be true.]
[After a moment's thought, Akutagawa lets Rashomon out to wrap itself around Takiji over his hoodie. A second layer of protection.]
Is that something friends do? Buy . . . prophylactics for each other? Is that why it's not the same as laughing at me?
no subject
It depends on the friends and the circumstances. But, I think... he probably thought we would be too embarrassed to buy them for ourselves.
[He's not wrong there.]
no subject
[A beat. He walks, warmed and soothed by the faint sense of Takiji's phantom touch.]
I hadn't thought about it.
[Another beat. He stares at his feet as they walk, feeling slightly off-kilter.]
I wish I hadn't started thinking about it with all of your friends around. It was . . . It was very distracting, to be honest, Takiji.
no subject
I'll tell him not to do things like that. He means well, but he's very...
[Takiji's struggling for the word here, and eventually gives up.]
He probably didn't realize how embarrassed it would make us.
no subject
No, don't. Then he'll know he upset me.
[This very crossly. Akutagawa still doesn't quite understand that he doesn't have to be on guard with Takiji's friends. It doesn't make sense to him, honestly; he has to be on guard with everyone but Takiji, so why wouldn't these people count in the same way?]
[Still . . . it's something worth considering. "He's very . . ." Takiji says, and trails off. Akutagawa thinks about this, swinging their hands a little between him. Eventually, he concludes:]
He's better at this. At people. At sex. At not being embarrassed. He didn't realize because he wouldn't be embarrassed. Is that right?
no subject
[It's not a question of being better at people - Musha might be worse, in his own way.]
...I don't know if he's better at sex. He had a wife, so probably...?
no subject
[Ugh. This is so confusing and difficult to navigate. Honestly Akutagawa's a little sulky about it, and he can't even entirely pinpoint why.]
You're not my wife. So he has no knowledge about this situation that would lead him to be a helpful source of information or resources.
no subject
[As sheltered as Musha is and was, he has picked up a few things.]
Naoya's going to tell him off for that even if I don't say anything about it.
no subject
[Akutagawa looks like he might pass out.]
Why does everyone know!
no subject
[And this was definitely a mistake.]
no subject
I don't want other people talking about what you and I do. Like that. I only want us to talk about it. It's not for anyone else.
[As insistent as he is about this, he still glances at Takiji for confirmation. It's not as though he knows.]
no subject
[Of not being able to trust people, even the ones he wants to trust, the ones he thinks he knows. That period of his life is over and he's glad for that.]
I don't like you being upset either. Is there a middle ground...?
no subject
[He puffs up a bit, embarrassed and flustered.]
I'm not--it's fine that they know. It's embarrassing, but it's fine. Because they're your friends, and you . . . you talk to friends about things like that. [This trails off sort of uncertainly, because he just doesn't have any practical experience at all. He's pretty sure that's how it goes, though.]
I just don't want them to talk about the--the phys-- The sex part. I want that to just be with you. Is that--isn't that right?
no subject
[Because that's embarrassing, and not in the same way that them talking about Takiji dating is embarrassing.]
But I don't know how to get them to stop, if just telling them to stop will let them know that they upset you.
no subject
[Hm. Akutagawa considers this and weighs his options. It's not a hard decision in the end. On the one hand, Musha might realize that Akutagawa was upset. On the other hand, if this happens again, he and Takiji will be upset, which is infinitely worse.]
Okay. You can tell them.
no subject
[It wouldn't be a lie. He's not happy about Musha sticking his nose into their business.
...After a moment, Takiji leans up a little and kisses Akutagawa's cheek.]
no subject
. . . I didn't have a bad time. Your friends aren't scary.
[Maybe one day he'll even like them. Except Musha, maybe.]
no subject
They're not scary. And they liked you.
no subject
[He . . . isn't good at being able to tell if someone likes him. He thought Dazai liked him, or could.]
no subject
Naoya is someone who will make it very obvious if he doesn't like you. If he thought you were bad for me he would probably have threatened you - he's protective even when being protective is putting himself in harm's way. ...He's kind of an idiot that way, but I'm grateful to him.
[Takiji sounds fond. He is fond of his mentor, even if Naoya could absolutely have been in danger just for publishing a eulogy for him.]
no subject
[Akutagawa doesn't sound scared or even annoyed. No, he sounds approving. To him, that's appropriate behavior regarding someone you care about. No issues there.]
I wouldn't hurt him. He's your friend. He seems very sensible.
no subject
[Takiji's calling Naoya an idiot is less because of that and because he said that he didn't do anything special.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)