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“Do you like him?”
Miwa gave Kai a questioning look, tilting his head as he assessed Kai’s features.
Having gone out of his way to get a clear view of the brunet’s face for reactions, Miwa was now walking backwards while facing Kai. Though perhaps not the safest thing to do, the blond was more than used to it.
Kai, meanwhile, kept an unreadable facade. He had his eyes shut, as if resting, and arms slung up against the back of his head to support his school bag.
Still, Miwa wouldn’t have survived being Kai’s best friend without picking up on a few things.
Per say, the way Kai’s eyebrow twitched ever so slightly in bewilderment.
“What are you talking about?” Kai non-replied. He peered over at Miwa with one open eye in that particular way Miwa found far too cool, all things considered.
Miwa sighed. “The kid? Sendou.. Aichi?— Stop giving me that look!”
Kai did not, in fact, stop giving Miwa that look. Since coming back, Kai was different— more unreadable, infinitely more reserved— but sometimes, just sometimes, Miwa could see the glimpses of old Kai creeping out.
His eyebrow was quirked upwards, accompanied by a twitch of his lips in a half-formed smirk with mirth and some form of morbid amusement.
“You know, if you did..” Miwa continued, grinning. “You’d have to wait a few years. The kid’s too innocent for big, scary Kai.”
Kai didn’t laugh but he huffed. It was close enough to a chuckle that Miwa found himself grinning wider.
“Right.” Kai looked at Miwa, really stared at Miwa with his emerald-shaded orbs. “You really are an idiot.”
“Hey!” Miwa shot back, more out of habit than real hurt. He really couldn’t stop smiling.
“I’m just being supportive! I could feel the tension between you two even from a mile away!”
Kai closed his eyes, lips twitching upwards despite his best efforts.
He let his hand guide Miwa back to his side— before the blond ran into traffic, of all things, while walking backwards to talk to him.
“Don’t walk backwards without knowing where you’re going, Miwa.”
The blond sighed with an exaggerated sense of melodrama. “You didn’t answer my question, Kai."
Kai gave Miwa an assessing side glance (Miwa had always found his eyes really beautiful).
“Do I look disloyal to you?” He merely asked, before looking away again. If Miwa didn’t know any better, he’d almost say Kai was embarrassed— but how could that be?
“What? Disloyal? What are you—”
Kai turned a corner, in the direction of his new house. He lifted a hand in goodbye before walking off. Miwa was left at the intersection where his path and Kai’s split.
Seriously. Ever since Kai got back. Miwa didn’t really know what to make of him. The guy could be really confusing, sometimes.