—— ( they both spend nights, thinking and hoping to never drag the other into their lives — it hurts when neither know they’re already neck deep in it ) There is a look of being absolutely insulted, which doesn’t mean anything since it was true anyways. “Mikadooooo-! I do my work! I’m just like a wizard! Never arrives late or early, just at the precise correct time!” Keep trying, Kida.

( they both have empires, and every empire has a hole in it that causes the whole foundation to fall. theirs are their secrets, and the friendship teetering on the edge of being destroyed because of all that they hide. )
Mikado laughs, quiet but delighted in the face of Masaomi’s theatrics, and he says, “Is your version of on time being extremely late, Kida-kun?” And he moves to bump his shoulder against the other’s, grinning up at him in a way that he hadn’t done before he had moved to Ikebukuro. “Because that’s what it seems like to everyone else.”
—- ( they both spend nights, thinking and hoping to never drag the other into their lives – it hurts when neither know...