The creature is quiet now, curled up peacefully in the shelter of the dark cave. Yahaba shines his torch on the dragon, giving it one last scan—its breathing is calm as he watches its chest rise and fall. He leans in, pressing a finger on it to check its pulse, listening to the dragon’s heartbeat. All good. Yahaba turns towards Kyoutani with a small smile.
“I think she’ll do just fine,” he says, taking a step away from the dragon. “Thank you for trusting me with this secret. We should probably go home and get some sleep.”
Kyoutani’s eyes narrow for a moment and he squints at the creature, watching it as it continues to sleep. He doesn’t need to say anything for Yahaba to know that he is worried, and Yahaba places a hand on his shoulder. Kyoutani has always been better with animals than he has with people; Yahaba supposes that dragons are probably no exception to the rule. Still, he admires the sort of kinship that Kyoutani and different critters have.
Yahaba begins to walk away, beckoning for Kyoutani to follow. Kyoutani nods, casting the dragon a final glance before trailing after Yahaba, strolling towards the cave’s entrance. The two of them are way past curfew at this stage and there’s a good chance they’ll get caught by the town-watch. Yahaba narrows his eyes.
“If anyone asks us why we’re still out,” he says in a quiet voice, “We’ve got to come up with a reason. It’s not like we can tell them that we helped rescue a dragon—“
“That’s stupid,” Kyoutani mutters, but he heaves a sigh, and Yahaba knows Kyoutani knows he is right. “So what are you planning to say, huh?”
Yahaba shrugs. “I’m not entirely sure, to be honest.” Possibilities begin to race through his mind: what would two shopkeeper boys be doing out at this hour? They couldn’t have been gathering materials, or going to shops. The dragon plague has gotten too bad at this point for that. He frowns, considering the possibilities, before Kyoutani gives him a light nudge.
“Romantic stroll. Tell them we needed to be alone. Because,” Kyoutani blushes. “Yeah. You know.”
Yahaba’s eyes widen and his pulse begins to race. If Kyoutani is suggesting… If Kyoutani is suggesting what he is suggesting—no, no. He swallows the lump in his throat. It’s just a ruse, right? Kyoutani is only saying this to protect the two of them. He squeezes out a smile.
“Yes. Romantic stroll.” Yahaba slings an arm around Kyoutani’s shoulder. “We should at least have the decency to act the part.”
FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G
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The creature is quiet now, curled up peacefully in the shelter of the dark cave. Yahaba shines his torch on the dragon, giving it one last scan—its breathing is calm as he watches its chest rise and fall. He leans in, pressing a finger on it to check its pulse, listening to the dragon’s heartbeat. All good. Yahaba turns towards Kyoutani with a small smile.
“I think she’ll do just fine,” he says, taking a step away from the dragon. “Thank you for trusting me with this secret. We should probably go home and get some sleep.”
Kyoutani’s eyes narrow for a moment and he squints at the creature, watching it as it continues to sleep. He doesn’t need to say anything for Yahaba to know that he is worried, and Yahaba places a hand on his shoulder. Kyoutani has always been better with animals than he has with people; Yahaba supposes that dragons are probably no exception to the rule. Still, he admires the sort of kinship that Kyoutani and different critters have.
Yahaba begins to walk away, beckoning for Kyoutani to follow. Kyoutani nods, casting the dragon a final glance before trailing after Yahaba, strolling towards the cave’s entrance. The two of them are way past curfew at this stage and there’s a good chance they’ll get caught by the town-watch. Yahaba narrows his eyes.
“If anyone asks us why we’re still out,” he says in a quiet voice, “We’ve got to come up with a reason. It’s not like we can tell them that we helped rescue a dragon—“
“That’s stupid,” Kyoutani mutters, but he heaves a sigh, and Yahaba knows Kyoutani knows he is right. “So what are you planning to say, huh?”
Yahaba shrugs. “I’m not entirely sure, to be honest.” Possibilities begin to race through his mind: what would two shopkeeper boys be doing out at this hour? They couldn’t have been gathering materials, or going to shops. The dragon plague has gotten too bad at this point for that. He frowns, considering the possibilities, before Kyoutani gives him a light nudge.
“Romantic stroll. Tell them we needed to be alone. Because,” Kyoutani blushes. “Yeah. You know.”
Yahaba’s eyes widen and his pulse begins to race. If Kyoutani is suggesting… If Kyoutani is suggesting what he is suggesting—no, no. He swallows the lump in his throat. It’s just a ruse, right? Kyoutani is only saying this to protect the two of them. He squeezes out a smile.
“Yes. Romantic stroll.” Yahaba slings an arm around Kyoutani’s shoulder. “We should at least have the decency to act the part.”