[hara]
LONELY ROLLING STAR
by zoesque
"Shindou, why do you want me to come over? Is it about Sa-"
"I have to show you something important," Hikaru interrupts, because not letting Touya get two words in edgewise is one of only two productive ways in which to deal with Touya when he is in Tell Me About Sai mode, and Hikaru's in too much of a good mood to get upset and throw a goke at his rival's head - which is not to say that the lack of available gokes in the lobby of Hikaru's apartment building isn't a factor.
Still, the look on Touya's face is very hopeful, and Hikaru really isn't a vindictive four-year-old at heart, regardless of what Waya might say. Although how his rival interpreted 'let's hang out at my place later today' as 'let's divulge deep personal secret like you've always dreamed we would' is beyond Hikaru, so he figures it's Touya's own issues at work here for once, rather than his.
"It's not about Sai," Hikaru admits, as they step into the elevator. He watches out of the corner of his eye as Touya visibly collects himself, and makes what Hikaru thinks is a very pointed show of not responding. For about ten seconds, anyway.
"So then what, exactly, do you have planned for the afternoon?" Touya inquires in what is most likely supposed to pass for a polite tone, but Hikaru knows passive-aggressive when he hears it.
"Psh, you had free time, I had free time," he says loftily, gesturing vaguely in the air in front of Touya's face, just inside his personal space, "and people tell me we're supposedly friends, so I thought we could hang out."
Touya's expression tightens fractionally, obviously having a mental debate over which part of Hikaru's statement he should attack first.
"My having free time is not permission for you to occupy it with - with -" and here is Hikaru's favourite part, where Touya's normally eloquent language takes a nosedive, "stupid, pointless things!"
"You say stupid pointless things now," Hikaru says, stepping out of the elevator and putting as much insouciance into his stride as he possibly can in the short distance to his door. "How soon you will regret those cruel words!"
"I highly doubt it, Shindou," Touya answers drily, leaning against the white door frame while Hikaru fights to untangle his keys from his headphone wires, the result of shoving both of them in the same outside pocket of his messenger bag. "You know, if you didn't have so many key chains, you wouldn't have that problem."
"Oh, shove it, Touya," cheerfully replies Hikaru, finally succeeding in liberating his keys. Then it's the usual affair of jiggling and cajoling and twisting at odd angles until they turn the lock - the one bad lock in the entire damn building that his landlord has tried to fix about six times, Hikaru mentally tells his rival.
Touya, though, has come to understand the correlation between pissing Hikaru off and getting thrown out of Hikaru's apartment on his ass, so he's quiet. For the moment.
"Do you have any real food in your fridge? Because I will not eat ramen for dinner, Shindou, you know I won't."
Hikaru wonders when the hell Touya became such a bitch, and more importantly, when the hell he started to lose his sanity and find it endearing.
Probably around the same time he started getting laid on a regular basis, and considering it in that light, it really isn't much of a raw deal at all.
"Yes, I have real food in my fridge, you giant wuss!" Touya, the distrustful jerk, actually heads towards the kitchen to check, but Hikaru manages to intercept him with a well-placed shoulder and elbow. "Really!"
He gets a skeptical eyebrow in response, but pretends not to see it out of charity. Touya huffs, and moves on into the living room when Hikaru makes it clear that he's not about to break his defensive position in the kitchen entrance.
This is just fine with Hikaru, who rather likes the sight of Touya sprawled on his lime-green couch. Touya sprawled anywhere, really. It's a good look for him, and one that took Hikaru literally months to get him to adopt.
Hikaru doesn't immediately join him there, although the temptation is strong, but turns on his TV and reaches for his Playstation 2, shoved lovingly into the corner between the TV stand and the leather recliner.
He checks to see if the proper game is already in, and then boots it up, practically listening to Touya's curiosity reach boiling point.
"Shindou, what -"
"You're going to love this," Hikaru informs him, plugging in his second controller and handing it to Touya, who takes it like it could potentially explode at any given moment. He stands up, satisfied with the sight of the loading screen on the TV screen, and nudges Touya's shin with his foot until the former scrunches up to make room on the couch. "This is the best ever, I swear to god."
"In case it's escaped your notice, Shindou, I'm not exactly addicted to video games," says Touya, fingers hesitantly exploring the controller in a way Hikaru finds a little pornographic. He kisses Touya quickly, just to get it out of his system. Touya apparently has a lot more to get out of his system, though, and Hikaru while can't say he disapproves of the direction Touya is heading in, there are other things he'd wanted to accomplish this afternoon.
"Okay," he says, moving a little bit away from Touya, "Okay, this game is the best ever."
"You said that already."
"What? Oh. Well, it's true!" Hikaru pulls his and Touya's controllers up from the floor and selects Memory Card 1. He heads to the tutorial level before Touya can much figure out what's going on, which is playing with fire in itself. "Okay, you can do the tutorial. Don't worry about sucking, everyone does at first."
Touya stares at the screen, then at his controller, and then at Hikaru. He does not look pleased.
"What the hell is this, Shindou."
"It's - it's Katamari Damacy," Hikaru sighs, giving up. He's only ever managed to keep one thing from Touya in the near-decade they've known each other, and god only knew how well that was going for them. "You go around and you roll up stuff for the katamari - that's the ball-thing you push around - and the goal is to roll up enough stuff to rebuild the stars and whatever."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Sure it does, the King of All Cosmos got drunk and - well, whatever! It doesn't have to make sense! Look, just start rolling -"
"This is stupid."
"Oh my god, stop being four years old and play the damn game, already!"
"Why should I?"
"Well, you don't have to," Hikaru concedes, slowly, "I won't tell anyone you were afraid to lose to me at a silly little video game."
"Shindou, are you actually retarded? That's not going to work."
"Okay, whatever, I understand."
"No, you don't! You -"
"Really, Touya, you don't want to be humiliated, and that's cool."
"I'M NOT GOING TO BE HUMILIATED!"
"So bring it on, then!"
"FINE."
And then there's a pause, throughout which the only sound is the Katamari Damacy soundtrack. Then there is Touya's deathly quiet and oh-so-clearly enunciated, "Fuck you, Shindou."
"Later!" Hikaru beams, watching as The Prince, under Touya's woefully-uncoordinated control, goes through the tutorial level. "Really, this game is so awesome once you get the hang of it."
"Really," Touya replies through gritted teeth, about to start the first challenge and looking as dangerously concentrated as Hikaru has ever seen him. "Somehow I think you are a filthy liar."
Hikaru doesn't answer, wanting Touya to have no distractions while playing so he can't pull the 'I would've done better if you hadn't been distracting me with you loud, obnoxious voice!' card later.
The King of All Cosmos isn't at all pleased with Touya's initial effort, and Touya has a moment where it looks like he's trying to send laser eyes of his own right back at the screen, but manages to compose himself, selecting 'Try Again' with great determination.
Hikaru slinks off to get a drink, knowing that this could take a while. He hides out in his kitchen for a bit, drinking a Poccari Sweat and poking about his fridge, which, irritatingly true to Touya's prediction, contains a few cans of pop and a half-rotted head of lettuce. The cupboards, by contrast, are filled with all manner of non-perishables, just-add-hot-water and microwaveable food.
He is pulling down a package of wonton soup when he hears Touya's shriek of frustration.
"Something the matter, Touya," Hikaru calls, hesitantly. There is an inarticulate sound of rage, and then stompy footsteps which herald Touya's explosive entrance into the kitchen.
"THIS GAME IS IMPOSSIBLE," he yells, hair in disarray and fists clenched. The look on his rival's face would probably cause most people to shrivel up and die, but Hikaru has seen it so many times over the years, both in front of the goban and not, that he's essentially grown immune. It's a neat party trick, or would be if Touya ever deigned to go to parties with Hikaru. "THERE IS NO ONE IN THE WORLD WHO CAN PLAY IT."
"God, you get so dramatic," complains Hikaru, finishing off the last bit of his Poccari Sweat and herding Touya out of the kitchen. "Here, I'll play for a bit."
"Be my guest," Touya snarls, stalking back to the couch and throwing himself onto it. Hikaru picks up his controller and sets to work on the level Touya has just failed, humming along to the addictive nah-nah-nah's of "Katamari on the Rocks".
He doesn't mean to thoroughly trounce Touya, really, but there is something deeply engaging about chasing after screaming people in the hopes of picking them up with a giant ball of stuff. He ends up beating his fastest time with a 98% completion rate. Touya is silent the whole time Hikaru is scrolling through the King of All Cosmos' praise, and Hikaru really doesn't want to see the look on his face.
"Obviously," says Touya, very tightly, "You and the game have some sort of bond based on the fact that you are both utterly retarded."
Then he hits Hikaru in the head with his controller and screams, "I WILL EVISCERATE YOU, SHINDOU!" and Hikaru only just manages to scramble off the couch with his life before Touya really gets going.
Hikaru hobbles back into the kitchen, limping a bit as a result of Touya's parting kick to his kneecap, and puts away the wonton soup package he'd taken out earlier, replacing it with ramen. Touya clearly doesn't deserve his wonton soup after destroying half his brain cells and nearly taking out his leg. The worst part of it all is that Hikaru only has himself to blame, not only for enraging Touya in the first place, but also for encouraging his rival's violent tendencies, which at some point he thought were 'a better alternative to bottling it up until your head explodes'.
So much for that theory, he thinks, flexing his knee with a wince.
"YOU'VE JUST HAD MORE PRACTICE THAN ME, THAT'S ALL!" This is Touya, and Hikaru can just hear the sound of the King of All Cosmos's thunder-and-lightning effects, meaning that Touya has just failed again.
"PRACTICE ALL YOU WANT, I'VE GOT ALL DAY," Hikaru yells back, feeling safer now that he's in the kitchen with things like knives and heavy pots to protect him. Touya's only answer is a guttural sound of pure rage, accompanied by the happily demented background music of the level he's starting again for the fourth time.
* * *
The afternoon has shifted into a crisp spring evening, and Touya, as far as Hikaru can tell, has not improved. At all.
It is sort of impressive, really.
"Touya," Hikaru says wonderingly, tapping the side of his empty bowl of ramen with his finger in time to "Que Sera Sera", "You fricken suck at this game!"
"I am on a learning curve," is the grim reply. Hikaru leans forwards from his position sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch and twists around to look at Touya incredulously.
"You've been on a learning curve for five hours, then."
"It's a really, really sharp learning curve." Hikaru sighs, and reaches up the grab Touya's wrist, running his thumb over the delicate skin in a back-and-forth motion. This seems to have some sort of gentling effect, because Touya sort of collapses a bit, closing his eyes and sinking into the cushions of the couch. "God, I do suck at this game."
"I guess that's why you're a go pro and not a video game pro, huh." Touya is in the process of sliding off the couch, tangling his limbs with Hikaru's, but he opens one eye at that.
"People actually make a living off this sort of insanity?" he asks, and he looks so horrified Hikaru has to laugh, all the while hooking a leg over Touya's, an arm around his waist.
They lie there in a crumpled heap for a few warm minutes, listening to the traffic whisper far below the apartment window and the turned-down Katamari Damacy soundtrack. And then Hikaru starts to giggle, a thought suddenly occurring to him.
"What," Touya says drowsily, again his collarbone.
"Well, for someone so bad at the game version, you're not bad at the real-life equivalent," explains Hikaru between giggles, gesturing vaguely at the tangled lump that is their bodies. Touya snorts, shaking his head, and Hikaru shakes with laughter for a few more seconds until something else occurs to him. "Hey, Touya."
"What."
"I'd let you roll me up, any day," Hikaru purrs, managing a seductive tone until he erupts into full-scale laughter. Touya bolts upright, his welcome weight leaving Hikaru, who would ordinarily be very much bothered by this, except for the fact that he's too busy dying from laughter.
"Oh my god, I can't believe you just said that to me!"
"We'd make such a lovely katamari -" Hikaru chokes out, yelping when Touya whaps him in the stomach. "Argh, more violence!"
"You deserve it," Touya says firmly, standing up and leaving Hikaru prone on the floor. "This is the last time I waste my free time with you and your bizarre seduction attempts."
"Bizarre - what attempts?!"
"Shindou, if you wanted an afternoon of debauchery, you could've just gone about it like a normal person." The way Touya says this is so prim and matter-of-fact that it sets Hikaru off again. "Stop laughing!"
Hikaru just flails in response, shaking with silent laughter.
Touya sighs, and disappears from Hikaru's line of sight.
A few minutes later, when Hikaru can actually breath again, the smell of wonton soup comes wafting in from the kitchen.
"Hey, who said you could have my wonton soup! I was saving that," he cries, heaving himself upright with as little use of his much-abused stomach muscles as he can manage. "Touya!"
"Are you quite done having a fit?" Touya asks, poking his head from the kitchen to peer at him. "Good. By the way, don't think I didn't see the abysmal contents - or lack thereof - in your fridge, Shindou."
"You -" Hikaru tries to drag Touya out of his kitchen, to safer, less criticism-prone rooms, but Touya still has at least an inch of height on him and knows how to use it when necessary, pushing him up against the fridge. "Oi!"
"Shut up and think of katamari, Shindou," growls Touya, before practically assaulting him with his lips and finding just the right juncture for their bodies to meet.
The wonton soup is stone cold by the time they remember its existence; Touya throws it out with a laugh before he follows Hikaru out of the kitchen. The forgotten game plays the same song the whole night through, and Hikaru can't think of a reason to turn it off until they wake in the morning, just in time to catch the train to the Go Institute.
You're lonely rolling star
I can't wait for you, you know?
You're lonely rolling star
Now, let's face forward and go.
by zoesque
"Shindou, why do you want me to come over? Is it about Sa-"
"I have to show you something important," Hikaru interrupts, because not letting Touya get two words in edgewise is one of only two productive ways in which to deal with Touya when he is in Tell Me About Sai mode, and Hikaru's in too much of a good mood to get upset and throw a goke at his rival's head - which is not to say that the lack of available gokes in the lobby of Hikaru's apartment building isn't a factor.
Still, the look on Touya's face is very hopeful, and Hikaru really isn't a vindictive four-year-old at heart, regardless of what Waya might say. Although how his rival interpreted 'let's hang out at my place later today' as 'let's divulge deep personal secret like you've always dreamed we would' is beyond Hikaru, so he figures it's Touya's own issues at work here for once, rather than his.
"It's not about Sai," Hikaru admits, as they step into the elevator. He watches out of the corner of his eye as Touya visibly collects himself, and makes what Hikaru thinks is a very pointed show of not responding. For about ten seconds, anyway.
"So then what, exactly, do you have planned for the afternoon?" Touya inquires in what is most likely supposed to pass for a polite tone, but Hikaru knows passive-aggressive when he hears it.
"Psh, you had free time, I had free time," he says loftily, gesturing vaguely in the air in front of Touya's face, just inside his personal space, "and people tell me we're supposedly friends, so I thought we could hang out."
Touya's expression tightens fractionally, obviously having a mental debate over which part of Hikaru's statement he should attack first.
"My having free time is not permission for you to occupy it with - with -" and here is Hikaru's favourite part, where Touya's normally eloquent language takes a nosedive, "stupid, pointless things!"
"You say stupid pointless things now," Hikaru says, stepping out of the elevator and putting as much insouciance into his stride as he possibly can in the short distance to his door. "How soon you will regret those cruel words!"
"I highly doubt it, Shindou," Touya answers drily, leaning against the white door frame while Hikaru fights to untangle his keys from his headphone wires, the result of shoving both of them in the same outside pocket of his messenger bag. "You know, if you didn't have so many key chains, you wouldn't have that problem."
"Oh, shove it, Touya," cheerfully replies Hikaru, finally succeeding in liberating his keys. Then it's the usual affair of jiggling and cajoling and twisting at odd angles until they turn the lock - the one bad lock in the entire damn building that his landlord has tried to fix about six times, Hikaru mentally tells his rival.
Touya, though, has come to understand the correlation between pissing Hikaru off and getting thrown out of Hikaru's apartment on his ass, so he's quiet. For the moment.
"Do you have any real food in your fridge? Because I will not eat ramen for dinner, Shindou, you know I won't."
Hikaru wonders when the hell Touya became such a bitch, and more importantly, when the hell he started to lose his sanity and find it endearing.
Probably around the same time he started getting laid on a regular basis, and considering it in that light, it really isn't much of a raw deal at all.
"Yes, I have real food in my fridge, you giant wuss!" Touya, the distrustful jerk, actually heads towards the kitchen to check, but Hikaru manages to intercept him with a well-placed shoulder and elbow. "Really!"
He gets a skeptical eyebrow in response, but pretends not to see it out of charity. Touya huffs, and moves on into the living room when Hikaru makes it clear that he's not about to break his defensive position in the kitchen entrance.
This is just fine with Hikaru, who rather likes the sight of Touya sprawled on his lime-green couch. Touya sprawled anywhere, really. It's a good look for him, and one that took Hikaru literally months to get him to adopt.
Hikaru doesn't immediately join him there, although the temptation is strong, but turns on his TV and reaches for his Playstation 2, shoved lovingly into the corner between the TV stand and the leather recliner.
He checks to see if the proper game is already in, and then boots it up, practically listening to Touya's curiosity reach boiling point.
"Shindou, what -"
"You're going to love this," Hikaru informs him, plugging in his second controller and handing it to Touya, who takes it like it could potentially explode at any given moment. He stands up, satisfied with the sight of the loading screen on the TV screen, and nudges Touya's shin with his foot until the former scrunches up to make room on the couch. "This is the best ever, I swear to god."
"In case it's escaped your notice, Shindou, I'm not exactly addicted to video games," says Touya, fingers hesitantly exploring the controller in a way Hikaru finds a little pornographic. He kisses Touya quickly, just to get it out of his system. Touya apparently has a lot more to get out of his system, though, and Hikaru while can't say he disapproves of the direction Touya is heading in, there are other things he'd wanted to accomplish this afternoon.
"Okay," he says, moving a little bit away from Touya, "Okay, this game is the best ever."
"You said that already."
"What? Oh. Well, it's true!" Hikaru pulls his and Touya's controllers up from the floor and selects Memory Card 1. He heads to the tutorial level before Touya can much figure out what's going on, which is playing with fire in itself. "Okay, you can do the tutorial. Don't worry about sucking, everyone does at first."
Touya stares at the screen, then at his controller, and then at Hikaru. He does not look pleased.
"What the hell is this, Shindou."
"It's - it's Katamari Damacy," Hikaru sighs, giving up. He's only ever managed to keep one thing from Touya in the near-decade they've known each other, and god only knew how well that was going for them. "You go around and you roll up stuff for the katamari - that's the ball-thing you push around - and the goal is to roll up enough stuff to rebuild the stars and whatever."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Sure it does, the King of All Cosmos got drunk and - well, whatever! It doesn't have to make sense! Look, just start rolling -"
"This is stupid."
"Oh my god, stop being four years old and play the damn game, already!"
"Why should I?"
"Well, you don't have to," Hikaru concedes, slowly, "I won't tell anyone you were afraid to lose to me at a silly little video game."
"Shindou, are you actually retarded? That's not going to work."
"Okay, whatever, I understand."
"No, you don't! You -"
"Really, Touya, you don't want to be humiliated, and that's cool."
"I'M NOT GOING TO BE HUMILIATED!"
"So bring it on, then!"
"FINE."
And then there's a pause, throughout which the only sound is the Katamari Damacy soundtrack. Then there is Touya's deathly quiet and oh-so-clearly enunciated, "Fuck you, Shindou."
"Later!" Hikaru beams, watching as The Prince, under Touya's woefully-uncoordinated control, goes through the tutorial level. "Really, this game is so awesome once you get the hang of it."
"Really," Touya replies through gritted teeth, about to start the first challenge and looking as dangerously concentrated as Hikaru has ever seen him. "Somehow I think you are a filthy liar."
Hikaru doesn't answer, wanting Touya to have no distractions while playing so he can't pull the 'I would've done better if you hadn't been distracting me with you loud, obnoxious voice!' card later.
The King of All Cosmos isn't at all pleased with Touya's initial effort, and Touya has a moment where it looks like he's trying to send laser eyes of his own right back at the screen, but manages to compose himself, selecting 'Try Again' with great determination.
Hikaru slinks off to get a drink, knowing that this could take a while. He hides out in his kitchen for a bit, drinking a Poccari Sweat and poking about his fridge, which, irritatingly true to Touya's prediction, contains a few cans of pop and a half-rotted head of lettuce. The cupboards, by contrast, are filled with all manner of non-perishables, just-add-hot-water and microwaveable food.
He is pulling down a package of wonton soup when he hears Touya's shriek of frustration.
"Something the matter, Touya," Hikaru calls, hesitantly. There is an inarticulate sound of rage, and then stompy footsteps which herald Touya's explosive entrance into the kitchen.
"THIS GAME IS IMPOSSIBLE," he yells, hair in disarray and fists clenched. The look on his rival's face would probably cause most people to shrivel up and die, but Hikaru has seen it so many times over the years, both in front of the goban and not, that he's essentially grown immune. It's a neat party trick, or would be if Touya ever deigned to go to parties with Hikaru. "THERE IS NO ONE IN THE WORLD WHO CAN PLAY IT."
"God, you get so dramatic," complains Hikaru, finishing off the last bit of his Poccari Sweat and herding Touya out of the kitchen. "Here, I'll play for a bit."
"Be my guest," Touya snarls, stalking back to the couch and throwing himself onto it. Hikaru picks up his controller and sets to work on the level Touya has just failed, humming along to the addictive nah-nah-nah's of "Katamari on the Rocks".
He doesn't mean to thoroughly trounce Touya, really, but there is something deeply engaging about chasing after screaming people in the hopes of picking them up with a giant ball of stuff. He ends up beating his fastest time with a 98% completion rate. Touya is silent the whole time Hikaru is scrolling through the King of All Cosmos' praise, and Hikaru really doesn't want to see the look on his face.
"Obviously," says Touya, very tightly, "You and the game have some sort of bond based on the fact that you are both utterly retarded."
Then he hits Hikaru in the head with his controller and screams, "I WILL EVISCERATE YOU, SHINDOU!" and Hikaru only just manages to scramble off the couch with his life before Touya really gets going.
Hikaru hobbles back into the kitchen, limping a bit as a result of Touya's parting kick to his kneecap, and puts away the wonton soup package he'd taken out earlier, replacing it with ramen. Touya clearly doesn't deserve his wonton soup after destroying half his brain cells and nearly taking out his leg. The worst part of it all is that Hikaru only has himself to blame, not only for enraging Touya in the first place, but also for encouraging his rival's violent tendencies, which at some point he thought were 'a better alternative to bottling it up until your head explodes'.
So much for that theory, he thinks, flexing his knee with a wince.
"YOU'VE JUST HAD MORE PRACTICE THAN ME, THAT'S ALL!" This is Touya, and Hikaru can just hear the sound of the King of All Cosmos's thunder-and-lightning effects, meaning that Touya has just failed again.
"PRACTICE ALL YOU WANT, I'VE GOT ALL DAY," Hikaru yells back, feeling safer now that he's in the kitchen with things like knives and heavy pots to protect him. Touya's only answer is a guttural sound of pure rage, accompanied by the happily demented background music of the level he's starting again for the fourth time.
* * *
The afternoon has shifted into a crisp spring evening, and Touya, as far as Hikaru can tell, has not improved. At all.
It is sort of impressive, really.
"Touya," Hikaru says wonderingly, tapping the side of his empty bowl of ramen with his finger in time to "Que Sera Sera", "You fricken suck at this game!"
"I am on a learning curve," is the grim reply. Hikaru leans forwards from his position sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch and twists around to look at Touya incredulously.
"You've been on a learning curve for five hours, then."
"It's a really, really sharp learning curve." Hikaru sighs, and reaches up the grab Touya's wrist, running his thumb over the delicate skin in a back-and-forth motion. This seems to have some sort of gentling effect, because Touya sort of collapses a bit, closing his eyes and sinking into the cushions of the couch. "God, I do suck at this game."
"I guess that's why you're a go pro and not a video game pro, huh." Touya is in the process of sliding off the couch, tangling his limbs with Hikaru's, but he opens one eye at that.
"People actually make a living off this sort of insanity?" he asks, and he looks so horrified Hikaru has to laugh, all the while hooking a leg over Touya's, an arm around his waist.
They lie there in a crumpled heap for a few warm minutes, listening to the traffic whisper far below the apartment window and the turned-down Katamari Damacy soundtrack. And then Hikaru starts to giggle, a thought suddenly occurring to him.
"What," Touya says drowsily, again his collarbone.
"Well, for someone so bad at the game version, you're not bad at the real-life equivalent," explains Hikaru between giggles, gesturing vaguely at the tangled lump that is their bodies. Touya snorts, shaking his head, and Hikaru shakes with laughter for a few more seconds until something else occurs to him. "Hey, Touya."
"What."
"I'd let you roll me up, any day," Hikaru purrs, managing a seductive tone until he erupts into full-scale laughter. Touya bolts upright, his welcome weight leaving Hikaru, who would ordinarily be very much bothered by this, except for the fact that he's too busy dying from laughter.
"Oh my god, I can't believe you just said that to me!"
"We'd make such a lovely katamari -" Hikaru chokes out, yelping when Touya whaps him in the stomach. "Argh, more violence!"
"You deserve it," Touya says firmly, standing up and leaving Hikaru prone on the floor. "This is the last time I waste my free time with you and your bizarre seduction attempts."
"Bizarre - what attempts?!"
"Shindou, if you wanted an afternoon of debauchery, you could've just gone about it like a normal person." The way Touya says this is so prim and matter-of-fact that it sets Hikaru off again. "Stop laughing!"
Hikaru just flails in response, shaking with silent laughter.
Touya sighs, and disappears from Hikaru's line of sight.
A few minutes later, when Hikaru can actually breath again, the smell of wonton soup comes wafting in from the kitchen.
"Hey, who said you could have my wonton soup! I was saving that," he cries, heaving himself upright with as little use of his much-abused stomach muscles as he can manage. "Touya!"
"Are you quite done having a fit?" Touya asks, poking his head from the kitchen to peer at him. "Good. By the way, don't think I didn't see the abysmal contents - or lack thereof - in your fridge, Shindou."
"You -" Hikaru tries to drag Touya out of his kitchen, to safer, less criticism-prone rooms, but Touya still has at least an inch of height on him and knows how to use it when necessary, pushing him up against the fridge. "Oi!"
"Shut up and think of katamari, Shindou," growls Touya, before practically assaulting him with his lips and finding just the right juncture for their bodies to meet.
The wonton soup is stone cold by the time they remember its existence; Touya throws it out with a laugh before he follows Hikaru out of the kitchen. The forgotten game plays the same song the whole night through, and Hikaru can't think of a reason to turn it off until they wake in the morning, just in time to catch the train to the Go Institute.
You're lonely rolling star
I can't wait for you, you know?
You're lonely rolling star
Now, let's face forward and go.