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#rinne probably: you gotta give me some WARNING (<- guy who's been dating niki for a few years now)
inkstaindusk · 1 year
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*knock knock* es laying on the floor
Kohaku nearly trips when he enters the practice room and stumbles over Rinne’s prone body on the floor. He stares down at him for a second, stunned, before looking back up. Himeru is here, casual as can be, but Niki is nowhere to be seen. He looks back down at Rinne, who didn’t even twitch at his arrival, though he seems to be awake, if breathing shallowly.
“Rinne-han?” Kohaku says, lightly nudging him with his toe. No response. He glances at Himeru. “What’s up with him?”
Himeru looks up from his phone with an amused smile. “Shiina kissed him,” he says airily. “Then Amagi broke. He’s been like this for the past ten minutes.”
“Seriously?” That’s pathetic. “Where’s Niki-han then?”
“He went to get food, since our practice has been delayed. He said he’ll get up soon though.”
Kohaku nudges Rinne with his toes again, a bit rougher. “Hey, get up. We can’t practice without our center, idiot.” Rinne still doesn’t move. “Are you kidding me? It was just a kiss.” Rinne mumbles something into the floor. “What?”
He lifts his head, squinting up at him, and repeats weakly, “Kissing should be reserved for marriage.”
Kohaku stares at him. In the corner of his eye, he sees Himeru’s shoulders start shaking. “You’re kidding me.” Rinne plops his head back down with a groan. “Oh my god.”
Rinne and Niki are together. Everyone knows they are together. They share an apartment that they use more than the dorms, Rinne declares his love for Niki on a daily basis, and the only reason they’re not actually married is because, as Niki always says, it’s currently illegal for two men to get married in Japan.
“Have you never kissed Niki-han before?” Kohaku asks, genuinely confused.
The door opens and Niki walks in, arms full of bags. “He has,” Niki speaks through the bread in his mouth. He sets down the bags and takes out the bread. “He gets like this every time,” he explains with a put-upon sigh, then kneels down to poke at Rinne's shoulder. “Oiii, Rinne. If we’re not going to practice anymore, I’m just gonna head back alone.”
Kohaku hates them, but especially Rinne. He really does. “Not even Hiiro was like this the first time Aira kissed him,” he mutters as he drags his feet closer to where Himeru is.
Rinne jerks his head up. “Aira-chan did what?”
Ah, shit.
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