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[ nisaka thinks of the apron rolled up and stuffed into his backpack, its normally pristine black stained with old milk and cream and crumbs. hardly attractive, hardly appealing. he can only just imagine all the teasing kuroo would give him for it, and he resolves right then and there to avoid telling kuroo his schedule if he can help it.

they aren't much farther from his house after they cross a fairly empty street. it's the middle of the day, so most everyone in their quiet little town is busy at work or enjoying their last bits of freedom at the malls or arcades. walking with kuroo like this, even though they aren't touching any more, it almost feels like it's just the two of them left in the world.

but it's a thought nisaka is careful not to get too drunk on. ]

Hm. I'm going to need some sources for that.

[ the door is open when they reach his home, like it always is whenever his father is home. and his father is almost always home. being a writer has its perks, after all, even if the occasional writer's block makes him damn near unbearable to live with.

moreso than usual, anyway. ]

Ahhh, Yuusuke? Is that Kuroo? Did he make it back home in one piece~?

[ the eldest nisaka's voice filters in from the office, and the fact the man hasn't already flounced towards the front door is proof that he's in the middle of some kind of groove and can't afford to waste it. the frenzied typing that accompanies his words is another evidence of that. frankly, nisaka is relieved. ]

Yeah. We're going up to my room now.

[ nisaka, as usual, is all too eager to dip into the safety of his room, where most of his family's eccentricities can't reach. he moves up the stairs quickly but quietly, knowing kuroo won't be too far behind. ]

[ Kuroo calls a greeting to Nisaka's father and leaves it at that. Normally he'd respond with something delicately humorous, sometimes at his son's expense, and enjoy having someone in on his teasing of his best friend, but he can hear the sound of keyboard keys too, so he resists... just this once.

Once in Nisaka's room, Kuroo dumps the messenger bag and backpack in the corner of the room like he always has when he comes over, takes off the jacket emblazoned kind of garishly with the camp's logo and then reaches down to take off his socks. It's clear that he's more than comfortable being here despite how long it's been, and is already flopping backwards on Nisaka's bed before the other has really had time to think. They weren't kidding at camp when they said Kuroo was like a pesky cat, claiming everything in one room as his and making sure everyone knew about it. The trail of jacket and socks that leads to his form is the last thing on his mind as he stretches his arms out, closes his eyes and wiggles his bare toes on Nisaka's carpet.

This is better. Everything smells right and familiar; the one thing he'd missed while he'd been away. ]

So.... about this dinner you promised. [ He reaches down to scratch at the bare portion of his stomach on show where his shirt has ridden up. ] Are you ordering takeout? Where from?

[ when nisaka turns from settling his own backpack into the chair by his desk, he isn't at all surprised to find that trail of clothes leading to the overgrown lazy cat lounging on his suddenly too-small bed. his lips wrinkle, knowing the mess will be something his mother will click her tongue at later, but all he does is nudge the items aside with his foot. he never picked up after kuroo before, he sure as hell isn't about to start now.

especially not when he's presenting himself like that on his bed, like some kind of forbidden buffet. nisaka has to willfully tear his eyes away from that strip of skin (tanned too?? was he going around shirtless in that camp or something...) to pretend to be busy with unpacking his bag. the rolled up apron and uniform shirt is quickly tossed into his laundry hamper. ]

Is that what you want? I didn't realize you'd be so easy.

[ he takes a little longer with the backpack than necessary. for a couple of minutes he's just ruffling around inside it, despite it being nearly empty. but he doesn't turn back around until he's sure his eyes won't wander, until all he can focus on is kuroo's face, though even that can be too tempting to be truly safe. ]

Sadly I don't really know of a lot of places that would deliver grilled salted mackerel pikes...

You know I'm easy. You could bring me a burger right here, and serve it to me like I'm a Greek god getting fat on wine and grapes, and I'd be totally satisfied.

[ Is he scratching further up his tummy on purpose? Maybe. We'll never know. Nisaka is rummaging for whatever he's rummaging for in his bag and not paying attention to him, so Kuroo can't be blamed for putting himself a bit extra on show. He's just showing him what he's missing, that's all. He does stop, however, when Nisaka mentions his favourite food, and his ears prick up as he sits so he can fix Nisaka with a wide-eyed, excited look. ]

You're taking me out for dinner? [ He gasps. Nisaka could have bought the food and brought it home, he supposes, but without his mother around currently there'd be no-one to cook it for them, so clearly this is the only conclusion. ] Do I need to get dressed up?

[ one, two, four. nisaka counts exactly four abs before his stupid comment has kuroo sitting up and gravity betrays him by drawing down the hem of that shirt. his lips purse in mild annoyance, even though, logically, he knows he should be relieved he doesn't have to spend the next few minutes tracing every contour of his best friend's newly-defined summer abs with his eyes. ]

God no. [ his expression grows sour at the thought. he's not a terribly fancy person, despite what his fashion and appearance might otherwise imply. going to lengths like that... he'd just get embarrassed.

well. more embarrassed than usual. ]

It's just Iwata's. [ a nearby family-owned restaurant that their families have been going to for years. though this would mark the first it would just be the two of them... nisaka tries not to think too much about that. ]

[ Were... Were Nisaka's eyes just on his chest? Kuroo could have sworn as he sat up that those large sea-storm eyes were focused down, at the stretch of stomach he'd been scratching at, and while he'd been angling for exactly this eventuality he'd never thought it would actually happen. Kuroo has been playing a one-sided (to his knowledge) game of gay chicken with Nisaka for years wherein he's never really managed to catch Nisaka out with any kind of reaction, but now there's even a flush and a sulk to his best friends face that makes his guilt all the more unavoidable. Perhaps he's just jealous of the work out and the improvements to Kuroo's body.. Yeah, that's got to be it. He's annoyed that Kuroo is showing off when Nisaka is still soft and slender and-- And he stops himself there. Best not to think about that right now. ]

Alright, nice. Let me freshen up.

[ Freshen up to most guys would mean taking a quick shower, maybe washing your face after you've been sat on a stinky bus for over an hour, but to Kuroo... freshen up means going over to his sports bag, dragging out a spray deodorant and a clean shirt and stripping his old one off right there in the middle of his room. Freshen up also apparently seems to mean torture your best friend who may or may not have been checking you out, or might just be really jealous of how toned you've gotten. Either way, he counts it as a win.

He tosses his old shirt at his bag, sprays himself all over, and turns to Nisaka before he puts on the new one. To talk to him, of course, not check his reaction. ]

I had a dream about Iwata's yakiniku while I was away, you know. A sentient piece of meat came to me in a dream and I spent the next two days craving it.

[ TOO BAD KUROO WON'T BE ABLE TO SEE NISAKA'S REACTION because he's totally turned around. the second he realized what his best friend had been about to do, nisaka's panicky little gay heart had kicked into overdrive, forcing his feet into action and spinning himself around to do the first thing he can think of to appear busy — which just so happens to be drawing open his closet and rifling through his own hanging shirts. he makes a face he knows kuroo can't see, hoping his longer hair hides how the tips of his ears feel so suddenly hot. he hadn't meant to do any of this, but now that he's done it, he has to commit, and he just pulls down the first shirt his hand lands on — a black long-sleeve cotton top that's way too warm for the weather as it is right now, but HERE HE IS about to put it on anyway. kill him. ]

Have you been snacking before bed again? I told you it'll only give you weird dreams.

[ hah hah hah hah, thank god for the small miracles. like how he manages to keep his voice steady when he's suddenly made to think about his ridiculously hot best friend craving meat — craving! meat! — and how he himself has been """""craving meat"""""" since that time in middle school when kibayashi ayame wrote him a love confession letter and he felt like throwing up.

foolishly, he chances a glance over his shoulder — and very immediately regrets it. caught face-first to the image of kuroo standing there in the middle of his bedroom in all his half-naked glory, just shamelessly and rudely broad and toned and tanned and glistening faintly from that stupid spray deodorant that's probably going to seep into his sheets and

he's turning back around again, just barely suppressing a scream in his throat. ]

Anyway, you're getting fish. So don't get any funny ideas. I work at a cafe not a restaurant.

[ alright time to tug his t-shirt off and put on this stupid long-sleeve. maybe if he's lucky, he'll choke on the collar as he pulls it over his head. ]

[ He's disappointed by the fact Nisaka isn't there to watch his shirt come off, but he's endlessly pleased when he glances over his shoulder only to turn away with a look like he's about to spontaneously combust. Such a quick glance can't possibly not be questionable but it fails to firm the theory either one way or the other. Kuroo can't help but think, though, that if Nisaka was jealous of what he saw then surely he'd tell him to put his shirt back on, right? Nisaka hadn't said a word, which makes him think - hope, even, dangerously - that maybe he doesn't want him to.

Either way he knows he must, though, because Iwata-san may be familiar and friendly with him, but not enough to allow Kuroo to come eat dinner half dressed. He pulls the shirt over his head and emerges just in time to see Nisaka remove his own and....... No. No, now he almost feels bad for teasing Nisaka quite so relentlessly with his own naked skin, because now it's turned back on him it's torturous. Nisaka is shorter than him and not as broad, but slender and shapely in a way Kuroo never has and never will be. His skin looks soft, seems to glow slightly in the late afternoon sun that peeks through the window and catches on the downy baby hairs across his spine and... Kuroo realises his arm is kind of raising like he's about to reach out and touch a mere second before Nisaka pulls the shirt down. He's stepped closer too. That's embarrassing. Two months away and he can barely control himself anymore.... ]

No funny ideas. Got it.

[ Yeah, he'd do well to keep that in mind. ]

[ when nisaka turns back around, he's surprised to find kuroo a lot closer than he had been in seconds previous. his lips part, thinking to question the other about it, but in the same second he second-guesses himself, and shakes the question away. he decides he must have remembered wrong; that seems to fit in a lot better with what he knows of the world than the alternative. ]

Maybe if you're lucky, I'll even treat you to dessert.

[ the hair at the back of his neck is slightly rustled, long enough now that strands stick up here and there. absently, he reaches up to smooth the hair down, fingertips trailing along the smooth skin of his neck. it tingles there, absently. like the phantom feeling of a gaze. ]

Ready...?

[ he's the younger of two sons, and so by default he has the smaller of the two rooms. but it's only in the moments he finds himself alone with kuroo for too long that the space actually seems too small to contain all that he wishes he could say. ]

[ For a moment Kuroo's heart jolts up into his chest like he's about to spit it up in a ball of hair and drop it lovingly at Nisaka's feet, because that little opening of Nisaka's mouth had seemed like a question, like he'd noticed Kuroo had gotten a little closer. Nisaka's face is lovely in this light too, the late orangey sun picking up all the flecks of color in his eyes, and the subtle shine of it in his dark hair.... but then he watches his friends expression distinctly shift as though reconsidering and Kuroo can't help but be disappointed. He knows Nisaka very well, of course, but even years of being in each others back pockets doesn't gift him with total clarity when it comes to his best friend... and curious as he is, he'd kill to know what's circling around in Nisaka's mind right now.

He licks his lips when Nisaka says dessert, though he's not aware of it, suffocating the sinful part of his mind that's taking the intonation of his voice and storing it away somewhere deep and undisturbed for later use. The other half of his mind is focusing on Nisaka's hands, how they pet at the back of his head like he's nervous, and suddenly Kuroo is overwhelmed with jealousy, dangerous jealousy, and he staves it off by concentrating on the act itself-- ]

Your hair is getting long, huh?

[ He murmurs, eyes clearly stuck on the trails flattened by his fingers, the ones that curl under his ear and move against the slender slope of his neck when he moves his head--- and then he realises what he just said, how weird it must sound, and shakes it free as if dislodging the train of thought completely... as if he could. ]

Sorry. Yeah, I'm ready.

[ nisaka wouldn't call himself particularly intuitive; perceptive, perhaps, but not nearly as perceptive as kuroo himself, and so often he wonders if what he thinks he sees is merely a shadow of what he knows he wants to see. if perhaps his longing colors too much of the world around him, because sometimes it sure does feel like it's enough to suffocate him.

little moments like these — a look or a silence dragged on just a second too long, a strange comment let slip out of carelessness. his reaction is clockwork: a brief flicker of hope, and the near instantaneous quelling from the more logical part of his mind.

of course kuroo notices. it's been two months. anyone would after that long. especially someone as meticulous as he is about appearance. calm down. get a grip. ]

...You've been under the sun too long, [ he ends up murmuring, shaking his head as if exasperated.

he steps around the other, keeping a wide berth as he moves past to lead the way out of the room, out of the house. outside doesn't provide him the relief he's aching for, but at least he gets to breathe in more than just kuroo's scent. ]

[ Kuroo doesn't really have an answer for that, because if that's what Nisaka choose to believe then that's what he should believe; that's the excuse Kuroo should take and run with it, because it's the excuse that makes the most sense, it's the easiest option, it's the safest way out. But it leaves him feeling like when Nisaka turns and exits the room, that he takes a piece of him with him, and he stares after him for perhaps a moment or two longer than he should, just letting that absence become comfortable again, before he follows. ]

Is you getting Employee of the Month really the most interesting thing that happened while I was gone?

[ He asks, hands in his pockets as he keeps up with Nisaka's pace, falling back into a familiar normalcy that always follows the moments Kuroo manages to force them into, sometimes aggressive in how normal they strive to be, like they're over compensating for something. ]

There's no gossip at all? [ It's not really surprising, but he's still disappointed. ] I hate how peaceful this place is. No drama at all.

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[ nisaka's own hands slip into his pockets, fingers idly finding the tangled roll of his earphones to play with. he grows thoughtful for a moment, actually trying to take the question seriously now. he's not exactly the best to ask, given his penchant to keep to himself, but he's a little unwilling to leave kuroo too disappointed, especially after not seeing him for so long. ]

Matoi broke up with his girlfriend? [ definitely not something he's too terribly interested in, from the dull tone of his voice. ] He wouldn't stop talking about it for a week. You'll probably be able to get the whole story out of him pretty easily.

[ but what else, what else...? his mind keeps coming up blank, not just because his days wound up being one big empty nothing without kuroo around, but it's no secret that much of his socialization is all an indirect result of kuroo's own meddling, so any opportunities for gossip and the like aren't as likely to fall to his feet.

he glances over, chewing on the inside of his cheek. ]

What about you? Anything interesting happen for you?

[ Kuroo is fully aware (and has proof since he and Nisaka have texted as often as they can for as long as they could over the past two months) that during his time away Nisaka didn't exactly show his face much of anywhere besides work and home, and Kuroo is torn over how it makes him feel; dissatisfied because Nisaka wasn't maximising his potential, because he was a few short conditions away from a shut in.. and pleased, because Nisaka's life was so intertwined with his that Kuroo's absence had thrown Nisaka off just as being away from Nisaka had thrown him off. He's not going to tell Nisaka about the first week he'd been at camp, and how he constantly found himself turning to speak to a best friend that wasn't there, and how he got food he knew Nisaka liked at the cafeteria because it made him feel just that little bit closer to him. ]

That's good, she was way too good for him anyway.

[ Eat his dick, Matoi. That's what you get for all the jokes about Kuroo having a crush that got a little too close to reality for comfort. ]

Mmm, not really. [ He shrugs, looking up as the familiar little restaurant comes into view. ] I went to sports camp, there was just a lot of playing volleyball. [ A pause. ] Oh. I learnt how to play poker. That's pretty interesting.

[ it's a pretty sad life from an outsider's perspective, but nisaka hasn't found any reason to complain. he's always been the quiet sort, and certainly never minds keeping to himself. in fact, more often than not, he'd prefer it. there isn't much in the world that encourages or motivates him to do much... but for kuroo, he'd do almost anything. he certainly hasn't said "no" yet. ]

That's what I told him, but he didn't seem too happy to hear it.

[ then again, maybe their friends aren't too disappointed they don't have to deal with nisaka's bluntness all the time.

he steps up first to the restaurant, tugging the door open to let kuroo walk in first. he tends to prefer to let his best friend handle the entrances... the less attention on him, the better. ]

Poker...? Are you going to teach me, or is that something else you're going to be a sore loser about?

[ Kuroo grins with his eyes sliding shut, looking like a pleased cat in response to Nisaka's question. ]

Oh, I'll teach you. But I won't be the one losing.

[ Because while yes the guys at camp did teach him how to play poker, they also made many obvious plays that someone as perceptive as Kuroo could easily recognise as cheating, meaning Kuroo has basically become a rounded-off poker expert in the space of just a few late evenings outside in the balmy summer air.. and he's definitely not afraid to exercise his newfound calling.

Kuroo pushes the noren aside as he enters, calling out through the comfortable din rumbling through the small restaurant space. A little old man comes half skidding out of the back and races up to the podium by the door, eyes wide and voice excited as he greets Kuroo like he would a long lost son. Kuroo grins bashfully, nods and bows and thanks the man like he would a cute but eccentric uncle, and they are swiftly led to their table. Iwata-san also greets Nisaka, remarks that it's been quite some time since he last saw him here and asks how his family are - all the usual things a nosy family friend might ask, and he looks about to engage further when there's a shriek from the kitchen that makes Iwata-san blush guiltily, as the sound is clearly recognised as his wife telling him to get back to work.

Still flushed he takes their orders without them even having to say anything, because they're so familiar to him and the restaurant by this point that they have favourites he knows by heart, and he bows deeply before speeding away into the kitchen again. ]

Ah, we can only dream to have relationships as good as theirs one day, Nisaka-san...

[ Kuroo says in a mock-serious voice while he cluthces dramatically at his heart... though he's not entirely joking. Though Iwata-san and his wife seem rather ill-fitted and dysfunctional upon first impression, exposure makes it clear that they really are more in love than anyone could imagine. ]

Mm.

[ it's as noncommittal an answer as nisaka is wont to giving, but the way he watches after the older man's back (even long after he'd disappeared into the kitchen to begin placating his wife in hushed tones) suggests there's a lot more to the single syllable than he's willing to expound on.

then again, this dismissive disinterest isn't exactly a new look on the smaller boy. if anything, it's a response you can set your watch to any time relationships and love in general is brought up. a slightly glazed look to the eye, or a clouded expression that brings him anywhere else but there he currently stands.

by the time he turns back to the other, his expression is carefully neutral once more. ]

Youichi says hi. He's busy at university so he won't be able to visit before summer ends.

[ Kuroo is used to this, of course. He's used to watching down to the millisecond where Nisaka will go far away in his own head. For a long time he thought it was disinterest, that relationships bored him so much that even hearing about them would make his brain switch onto something, anything else.... but in recent years, as Kuroo's perception has become sharper and their teenage hormones harder to ignore, Kuroo has noticed a distinct purposefulness to the way Nisaka gets when anyone puts the idea of him and a relationship in the same conversation. His look is almost wistful, Kuroo thinks. But perhaps it's just the light in here. He can't deny how badly he wants to prod and poke at that possibility, see what he can find out if he just scratches off a few more layers.. ]

Mm, I know. Your brother and I text more than you and I do, you know.

[ A lie, and a blatant one. Kuroo has Youichi on social media and the two share updates every so often more out of habit than anything else, but Kuroo does sometimes get the opportunity to gossip and therefore to tease. ]

He's the one who told me about you getting a job before you did. It's a good thing I have him to fill me in or I might have forgotten you while I was away.

[ it's nothing new, this sort of teasing. nisaka has been on the brunt end of it many times before, and he himself has doled it out a fair few times. still, there is a moment where he falls for it, where just the very thought of kuroo forgetting all about him steals his breath.

then logic grabs a hold of his heart again, squeezing the air out of it. his expression quickly flattens, a soft scoff leaving him. ]

Your first week you wouldn't stop texting me till way past midnight. You know I had 6 AM shifts, right?

[ not that he's complaining or anything... besides, it's not like he'd tried to stop kuroo at any of those nights.

in any case, his point stands. ]

If you spoke to my brother at all, it was only during the times I couldn't text back.

So you kept telling me every time you texted me back.

[ Busted.

Kuroo's hands play around on the table, his usual trick when he's focusing intently on someone without making it obvious - he turns his head away, does something with his hands, does anything to make his attention less overwhelming for the victim under it's large weight. He usually only does this for his conversation partners sake.. when underclassmen are trying to get advice from him but can barely breathe from how intimidating he is, for Nisaka when he gets in those moods where he'd rather be a part of the scenery than a person in the conversation... and, more rarely, when he's nervous.. when the only thing he can do to displace the energy he might force on a person otherwise, is to expel it by fiddling.

With his fingers toying with the little shovel dipped in the small bowl of chilli flakes on the table, he grins placidly at Nisaka. ]

I still can't believe you've done 6am shifts. How did you do it? Did you have to leave your phone over the other side of the room to force yourself awake?

[ He chuckles.. Nisaka's laziness is no secret, but even Kuroo sometimes struggles to get himself up for his runs before school, so he can't fathom how someone as perma-lethargic as Nisaka managed it. ]

[ the early shifts were one in a list of many issues that nisaka had had regarding taking up that job in the first place. it certainly wasn't the easiest routine to fall into, especially when he would have an opening shift following a closing shift, but his parents were pretty adamant about the new responsibility...

and he's only one more paycheck away from saving up enough money to get kuroo a pair of those sneakers he'd been eyeing before school ended. it'll be pretty early for a birthday gift, but nisaka thinks he can make it believably casual enough. a clearance sale online, perhaps. something like that. ]

I changed my alarm to one of my mom's old songs, [ he says, completely straight-faced. his mom's past life as an idol is one of many things that cause him quite a lot of embarrassment and grief. it's pretty plausible he'd drag himself out of his coma-like sleep just to turn off a song.

iwata's voice rises then, and nisaka turns just in time to see the cheery old man greet another pair of customers wander in. when he looks back, his eyes fall first to the flutter of hands across the table. he feels his own twitch over his knees, suppressing the urge to reach out and calm them. ]

I was supposed to have one tomorrow, but Watabe said he would cover for me.

[ Honestly when Kuroo heard about the early shifts Nisaka had to do the first time round he didn't believe it, the second time he felt not for the first time that although the camp he'd been accepted into was a pretty big deal and would do excellent things for his team and for his own personal gain, that he'd much rather be at home experiencing his best friend flourishing in new and interesting ways that Kuroo had previously never thought possible. It's like the Nisaka sitting in front of him is more grown up, somehow, or simply just different in a way that Kuroo hasn't experienced alongside him. It makes him feel weird.

But luckily Nisaka's explanation makes him laugh so hard that he forgets all about the nights he'd spent unable to sleep, petrified that the miles that lay between him and Nisaka might be mirrored in a strange distance to their relationship once he got back.. ]

That's genius. [ He laughs, that horrible cackling laugh when something particularly nasty tickles him. ] I'm sure your mom loved hearing that through the walls, eh?

[ Kuroo twists the soy pot just a bit, so that the lip of the jug section is faced toward himself. Then he twists the chilli oil pot to match. ]

Watabe? Doesn't ring a bell. Does he go to our school, too?

[ nisaka doesn't feel any different. he knows far more than he cares to about the different types of coffee that can be made under five minutes' time, but as far as he's concerned, the person who's changed here is kuroo. his physical changes are just testament to that, each ab another reminder of a part of kuroo's life he can never quite reach.

he's happy for his friend, though. he always is. that kind of passion... he can only ever imagine what it must be like to care about something so much that he'd want to dedicate his entire life to it.

his answer comes first in an offhanded shake of his head. he leans a cheek against his hand, propping it up onto the table now. his other reaches out, absently turning the little jugs the other way around. giving kuroo a little more to do. ]

He moved here from the next town over, so he'll be starting this year.

[ Kuroo watches Nisaka so closely, has and always will, that even the slightest change to him seems monumental; His slightly too long hair is distracting in the way it curls and lies flat in certain places, the way it touches his shoulders and embraces his face more on either side.. His slight height increase, the subtle sight of muscle along his forearms presumably from lifting milk jugs or similar at work, even the slight shadow under his eyes that's amplified by that half lidded look he casts around.

Kuroo has always had a front row seat and has been able to study all these changes first hand... and now? The possibility that while he couldn't someone else did bothers him more than he cares to admit. More than he should admit. More than he wants to admit. ]

So he's just your coworker so far. Is he nice?

[ He hates himself for asking that. He doesn't want to know. ]

He must be if he agreed to take your shift.

[ He prays for Nisaka's bluntness now, to give Kuroo something to believe to stop this little green monster setting up shop in his stomach. ]

[ his finger lingers over the lip of the soy sauce pot, actually pausing over the question. he's had a few shared shifts with the other boy, shifts that he usually tried to keep mostly to himself. in a small cafe, however, that can be kind of hard, when lags between customers would get easily filled up by idle conversation, but nisaka can't recall any that had really stood out to him... just the sheer number of them, he supposes.

his nose wrinkles slightly. ]

He's friendly. [ which might be high praise coming from literally anybody else, but in nisaka's voice it sounds like something wearisome.

his finger begins to trace around the jug now, head leaning a little heavier on his hand. ]

In any case, it's not like it was a selfless favor. I'll probably have to cover one of his own shifts later.

[ "you owe me," watabe had joked. nisaka could only assume the accompanying wink meant at least another opening shift or two somewhere down the line. ]