Our muses are destined to fall in love on their daily commute

The most that Kasuka could guess was that he’s a doctor.

Of course, the fact that he wore a white coat and suit underneath practically gave that away, though for all the talent knew, it could just be that he enjoyed wearing clothes like that, for whatever reason. Maybe he actually just liked dressing up, rather than actually being the profession he looked like. It wouldn’t be the first time someone did that.

But he doubted that was true. He was a doctor, and that was all Kasuka would believe.

Every day when he got on the train to travel to the agency, the man would be there, sat in the same place and dressed in the same coat, doing various different tasks or just staring out at nothing. Every day Kasuka would notice him and end up watching him, even when he tried not to.

At first he didn’t really see the man, instead keeping his head ducked as a way to keep himself unrecognisable. Then he would look up once he felt it safe, and eventually his gaze would always be dragged back to the other and he was helpless against himself. No matter if he tried to look away, always he would find himself looking back once more.

Without realising it, Kasuka had developed a crush.

It wasn’t as though he knew anything about the man, minus his looks and perhaps the type of book that he read or the newspaper he would bring on board. But he couldn’t help it. A strange, fluttering feeling would attack his chest whenever he saw the man again, and it was embarrassing to think that he had developed what felt like a childish feeling on someone he didn’t even know.

But then he would look up and that thought would be brushed away and it wouldn’t matter anymore, and he’d fall into that crush all over again.

Kasuka’s stop was one after his, and usually he would watch him leave and then turn back in his seat and slump over at his cowardice. Once more he hadn’t tried to talk to him, practically nailing himself to his seat again and carrying on the same routine.

Today was different, though. It wasn’t as if he was leaving soon or there was something pushing him towards the man as though it was his last chance. All that it was, was that he had finally plucked up whatever courage he had.

Before they reached the other’s stop, Kasuka pushed himself up from his seat, taking careful, short steps over to where he sat and standing in front of him, careful not to trip up at the careful rocking of the train. When he stopped in front of him, he looked up and smiled, and Kasuka couldn’t tell if it was happy or confused or anything else, too caught up in his nerves.

After breathing in carefully, he blurted out, “Would you like to go for a drink or something to eat or.. anything with me some time?”

The reply was prompt, and decidedly less nervous than his question and infinitely more cheerful, “Do you mean on a date?”

Kasuka nodded, then felt like that wasn’t enough and verbalised it with, “Yes.”

A wave of relief crashed over him at the following reply, and his shoulder relaxed and he felt like he could smile again.

“I’d love to!”

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[Obtained number; 5] - Our muses are destined to only fall in love with each other when they are drunk

          _{Months had passed quickly, and Shizuo found himself in front of his brother’s apartment. How did he get there was long forgotten as a single digit pressed a button, the very well known sound of a bell ringing echoing through the quiet halls.}

          _{He could say that he missed his brother, but recently life has been Hell for him; Recently? No. It has always been Hell since the day he had met the flea, but said day was different. Life seemed to be a bitch, and Karma was probably punishing him for all the pain he had caused to other people.}

          _{He missed the affection he had gotten from the youth. The moments that had been spent together. The brute had to learn that he can’t always bother Kasuka.}

              _{“Nii-san?” came the quieter voice of the other, the elder snapping back to reality. He was lost in his own thoughts—- Again. A smile decorated his visage; A smile he’d only share with his brother. Its softness reflected the pain he went through, and he felt safe knowing that his younger brother would accept him as he is. Messed up.}

          _{A hand has been waved in his direction, the youth moving out of the door frame so the brute would step into his home. Shoes was removed, a pair of inside slippers being what he had quickly put on. He made his way towards what it seemed to be a living room, his body falling onto the plush couch. He slumped back into the softness, the smile that had once decorated his features being replaced with blankness. The face that would always lit up when seeing the face of the person he cared for the most was now like a white sheet of paper. Monotone eyes stared into the vivid nothingness, only moving when he felt a hand rest upon his shoulder. Although not showing it, Kasuka was worried. They were brothers, and Shizuo had understood that.}

          _{With a shake of his head, he forced a smile but it broke, too quickly, as he felt the corner of his lips tremble.}

          _{“Kasuka… why am I a monster?”}

                  _{No one cared for him.}

          _{After words were spoken, he saw Kasuka moving to walk towards the kitchen and moments later coming back with what seemed to be… sake? They both detested the taste of it, so why did he have any? A questioning brow rose, yet the younger had opened the bottle, the liquid being poured in two separate glasses.}

          _{“Drink.” was the command he had gotten. With no questions, he had picked up the glass, nose scrunching before he’d gulp down the liquor. He felt his stomach tighten at the strange liquid, facial twisting in disgust. How could the younger of the Heiwajima’s keep a straight face when drinking such was a wonder to him.}

           _{And another glass was poured.}

                _{And he obediently drank it.}

       _{He didn’t know for sure how much he ended up drinking, nor did he know the exact time. He lost count after the 5th glass. Both of the males’ faces were of a deep scarlet, a drunk grin stretching upon the elder’s visage, a small, rare smile on the younger’s. The blond definitely couldn’t hold his liquor.}

          _{“Ka~suuu” hic “~kaaa.” the once full glass was now being moved around, if not almost cracked to pieces. His body would wobble when he tried standing on his own feet, immediately falling back, his hind meeting the ground. Blessed with the fact that he could feel no pain, loud laughter had echoed through the room.}

          _{“You know… I hate booze.” but the idiotic grin on his face would only say otherwise. If Kasuka didn’t know him, he’d think he was lying.}

          _{“I’m glad, that you’re better… aniki.” Although the blush that was dusted over his cheeks would make anyone think that he was drunk, Kasuka seemed to hold his alcohol better than the elder.}

            _{The drunken had yet made a move. Arms would circle around his brother’s waist, bodies being pulled closer. His head would nuzzle in the crook of the youth’s neck, feeling a hand stroke at his back. The gentleness Kasuka was treating him with was something he appreciated.}

                                   _{He felt loved.}

          _{Head would pull back to gaze up at the other, twin hues meeting before the beast would lean in, pecking at the male’s lips. He didn’t miss the surprised look on his face.}

          _{“I love you.” if he weren’t drunk, the elder would’ve never confessed such thing. Indeed he loved his brother, but the alcohol didn’t help at all in said situation. Lids slowly started getting heavier, sight blurring ever so slowly. Forehead would rest against the other’s clothed chest, sleep dusting over him. Before he’d fall into slumber he had heard Kasuka mumbled something back, but he missed what that was.}

                          _{“I love you too.”}