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The day was horrid. Losing the final game of the title series by half a stone, trudging home to an empty apartment. Slowly he slides the key into the door and wanders into the living room. Sitting down in the one comfy chair that had passed muster when he had finally gotten his roommate to move in with him. Life is more interesting at least with two instead of one in the space. Of course now his manga is alphabetized, in the kitchen is a matched set of dishes. The whisper of his presence though comforts, even when he is not.
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Touya rolled his eyes. "Ten dollars!" Shindou.
They'd run across the game show on TV as they were about to go to sleep, so Shindou was on the end of Touya's bed. Stupid American tournaments and having to share rooms.
So, Shindou was now attempting to guess how much a vacuum was... not knowing English, or the conversion rate. On his bed. Touya sighed and slid under the covers and shoved Shindou to the floor using his feet.
Or, at least, that's how it was supposed to work. Instead, his toes were under Shindou's butt. At least it was warm.
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Shindo’s face showed a focus rarely seen away from a goban as he brought the feather closer and closer to Touya’s nose, holding his hand as steady as he could when perched on the edge of Touya’s bed.
Touya snored. Loudly.
Shindo froze, feather just inches from Touya’s nose and wobbling slightly. Touya twitched, hand batting absently at the disturbance as he rolled over slightly.
Undeterred, Shindo tried again.
More conscious now, Touya’s fingers curled around the feather and pulled it from Shindo’s hand. Eyes still closed, he grasped Shindo’s t-shirt and tugged.
“Go back to sleep, Shindo,” he mumbled.
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"It could be… interesting, Isumi-kun," Ogata said when he listed Isumi as chaperone for the North Star Cup in Korea. Isumi nodded, but privately smelled trouble on the horizon. He dragged Ogata along rather than protest.
The first morning, when Shindou sat at breakfast and snickered to himself, Isumi braced himself.
"SHINDOU!" came the shout not ten minutes later as Touya Akira, sporting a remarkably blonde page-boy haircut appeared in the doorway. Shindou squeaked, and ran.
Ogata would never properly appreciate the restraint Isumi showed in not shouting "I TOLD YOU SO" until after he stopped Touya from killing Shindou.
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"You want me to climb a mountain."
"Touya, winning that title match was climbing a mountain. This is walking up a trail until we get to the top of a big hill."
A groan. "I don't have the shoes for it."
"I have a pair you can borrow."
"My jacket..."
"Can hang in the Go Association closet until we get back."
"But it's lunch time soon-"
"And I have two bento."
"Fine. I'll climb your mountain."
Hikaru slung his backpack over his shoulder. "It's a nice view. I think you'll like it."
"The bento better be good."
"The view's better."
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