[ Tomura isn't exactly the most perceptive person by any means. He's observant when he wants to be, has to be, but those inclinations are usually outdone by a total lack of interest in the complexities and interiorities of the faceless masses he's written off. Outside of his cage of All For One, his enemies, and his handpicked allies, that used to be everyone, hero and villain alike. It leaves Tomura with bad habits, with a tendency to skip over the big and small tells of even his own allies if they catch him in the wrong moment, like a machine with a broken processor.
This time, it's by chance more than anything that he notices Kajiyama's fidgeting, the way he rubs his arms and tugs the T-shirt away from his skin. The moment Tomura catches on is one he has to just... sort of stare blankly. If anything, this little act of generosity seems to have caused more trouble for both of them. Tomura would've been fine walking around shirtless or covered in pollen (grinding levels in a mountain against a miniboss that barely slept? not a whole lot of time to worry about laundry), and instead of doing what's most comfortable for both of them, they're like this: him in this stuffy sweatshirt in a greenhouse too hot for him, Kajiyama either some flavor of cold or uncomfortable.
This is going so well..? ]
Would you prefer something else? Like "young master"?
[ "Mister" is just easier, shorter, but really it's spoiled lordling the energy Kajiyama's giving: fussy, demanding, indignant. The impropriety of smoking and walking around with some flower dust, good heavens! Whatever. Tomura intends on mostly ignoring Kajiyama's friendly advice, as he has been doing, evidently marked in the way he turns on his heels and starts following the path out of the orchard. He's so ready to let it drop, write this petty bickering off as hopeless, a lost cause, like a heavy stone released four stories up. So it's unexpected, a little, when the guy walks it back slightly.
Tomura stops in his tracks just for a second to stare back at Kajiyama. ]
Why say it in the first place if it makes you feel like you owe someone?
[ Hell, he's not sure if that's better or worse. Not like it doesn't give him a little flash in the pan feeling of victory to have Kajiyama sort of, begrudgingly and indirectly, concede that his opinion wasn't needed; at the same time he doesn't get it, how someone would boldly open his mouth only to falter in conviction. He's not surprised, but he doesn't get it; at least when he gives some canned bullshit response he didn't believe in, he does so unapologetically. He's unapologetic about the truthful responses too.
In the end, the first reaction seems to win out, even if just by a bit, because if Kajiyama doesn't follow, he calls back a curt "Oi, come here." He's headed toward the Conservatory exit so he can get back down to his room and change. Maybe shower. Probably give back the hoodie, because he's bulky enough this doesn't exactly fit him as loose as he prefers. Anything, really. If he noticed Kajiyama's restlessness earlier, it's like it hits him tenfold all of a sudden now that he's started moving. That unsettling feeling crawling up his legs, down his chest, toward his center. Fuck. It's too hot. ]
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This time, it's by chance more than anything that he notices Kajiyama's fidgeting, the way he rubs his arms and tugs the T-shirt away from his skin. The moment Tomura catches on is one he has to just... sort of stare blankly. If anything, this little act of generosity seems to have caused more trouble for both of them. Tomura would've been fine walking around shirtless or covered in pollen (grinding levels in a mountain against a miniboss that barely slept? not a whole lot of time to worry about laundry), and instead of doing what's most comfortable for both of them, they're like this: him in this stuffy sweatshirt in a greenhouse too hot for him, Kajiyama either some flavor of cold or uncomfortable.
This is going so well..? ]
Would you prefer something else? Like "young master"?
[ "Mister" is just easier, shorter, but really it's spoiled lordling the energy Kajiyama's giving: fussy, demanding, indignant. The impropriety of smoking and walking around with some flower dust, good heavens! Whatever. Tomura intends on mostly ignoring Kajiyama's friendly advice, as he has been doing, evidently marked in the way he turns on his heels and starts following the path out of the orchard. He's so ready to let it drop, write this petty bickering off as hopeless, a lost cause, like a heavy stone released four stories up. So it's unexpected, a little, when the guy walks it back slightly.
Tomura stops in his tracks just for a second to stare back at Kajiyama. ]
Why say it in the first place if it makes you feel like you owe someone?
[ Hell, he's not sure if that's better or worse. Not like it doesn't give him a little flash in the pan feeling of victory to have Kajiyama sort of, begrudgingly and indirectly, concede that his opinion wasn't needed; at the same time he doesn't get it, how someone would boldly open his mouth only to falter in conviction. He's not surprised, but he doesn't get it; at least when he gives some canned bullshit response he didn't believe in, he does so unapologetically. He's unapologetic about the truthful responses too.
In the end, the first reaction seems to win out, even if just by a bit, because if Kajiyama doesn't follow, he calls back a curt "Oi, come here." He's headed toward the Conservatory exit so he can get back down to his room and change. Maybe shower. Probably give back the hoodie, because he's bulky enough this doesn't exactly fit him as loose as he prefers. Anything, really. If he noticed Kajiyama's restlessness earlier, it's like it hits him tenfold all of a sudden now that he's started moving. That unsettling feeling crawling up his legs, down his chest, toward his center. Fuck. It's too hot. ]