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- Date's hand barely brushed his face as he moved hair out of Toyama's face, yet it was enough to make him grip his book tighter and stop breathing for the second he felt it.
"Your hair is getting long," Date said as Toyama's hair fell back into place, "Can you really read like that?"
He kept his eyes on the book at all times, god forbid he looked at Date while his face was red.
He wouldn't let Date see his red face.
"You're one to talk," He replied in a breath.
That sent Date to fidget with his red bangs, flattening them against his face and edging away from Toyama ever so slightly.
A shame.
"I need it long, Toya."
Toyama almost didn't pick that up, Date spoke too soft and his ears felt so full of fuzz. The heavy beats from his heart echoing in his ears didn't help either.
If it stayed too quiet, Date probably could hear them too.
"C'mon, it's covering your eyes completely."
"It has to," He didn't give Toya time to answer, "Yours are covered too."
"Not completely-"
"Because they aren't weird."
If Date wasn't glaring at him by then, he surely would soon.
"Weird isn't bad."
The bell rang much louder than Date's response, not as ear-shattering as it would be inside the building. The roof really was a better place to hang out.
"Toya, class," Date got up, "Take your lunch and book, c'mon."
Was he sad? Angry or disappointed?
Toyama couldn't see Date eye to eye to find out and it was driving him mad.
"Toyama?"
His words got caught on his throat and he brought the his face close to the book.
"Go away, you're late."
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- After skipping the rest of classes, Toyama was surprised to find Date waiting for him out of school.
He did not need that.
There was no greetings or words spoken as they started walking together. Usual routine for them, just two friendly neighbors going home from a day of school.
For Date, it was becoming painful. Lately Toyama had been much quieter around him, as if he didn't want to talk. And cold too, whenever Date complained about his weird eyes.
"Are you sick, Toya?" Date looked at him yearning for any reply, but Toyama stayed quiet, "Does your throat hurt? Did something happen with your ma?"
Toyama shook his head, but Date still had no explanation to their situation.
The air was awkward and unfinished, they needed to talk about something, and it kept escaping from Date's mind.
Because if he knew, he would already would've talked Toya's ear off about it.
Anything to make him act like the Toyama he liked.
"Are you looking at me?" Toyama asked, his own eyes not on Date.
More like staring.
"Yes."
"I can't tell, too much hair on your face."
Date hit Toyama with his bag, muttering while the other laughed. And he loved that second of normalcy between them.
"Come on, your eyes are so nice," Toyama tried to keep up his voice upbeat but Date picked up some sort of hesitation.
And he too hesitated before replying, "Not as nice as yours."
"Shut up, they're not a big deal."
It came out somewhat cold, and he hoped he wasn't ruining anything.
"They're kinda pretty, Toya."
Silence fell again, quiet enough that Date heard as Toya took a sharp breath.
"Well," Toya's voice cracked a bit, and his words left his mouth slower than usual, yet almost confidently, "-yours are unique, Date."
Or maybe it was Date's imagination, his mind was going haywire as his hands shook slightly.
"You just really like them, huh?"
Toyama reached out and moved Date's hair out of his face, catching a glimpse of black crosses on red before quickly moving his hand away.
"Yes."
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