"You didn't even know what I was going to ask!"
(more) "Didn't need to. You've been biting your bottom lip intermittently for the last ten minutes; you've been twirling locks of your hair around your index finger; you're flustered; and you look up every minute or so, switching from John to me, but now it's just me since John has left to buy milk."
There was complete silent in the flat, and then:
"Wow, you actually noticed someone leaving."
"Don't try to change the subject." He raised an eyebrow and she faltered slightly, the light pink dusting her cheeks only getting darker.
"Okay, so yeah, maybe I was reading... that, but these people are talented! You should read some of them."
"The fictional situations strangers decide to put me in is of no concern to me."
"A lot of them seem to think you and John are a very cute couple."
He looked at her then, quite confused, before shrugging it off wordlessly. She laughed at his reaction: this was probably as close as she would get to him being at a loss for words. She gave one more glance at the story opened up on her laptop before closing it and setting it down on the nearby table.
"Call it an obsession," she mused. "It really is quite addicting.”
The door opened. “Ah, I see neither of you have moved in the time I’ve been gone. Brilliant.”
i never told you i love you. but i think about you every day. your voice paints my dreams. i can still feel your fingers between mine. if i close my eyes i can pretend you're sitting right beside me. it's been awhile. i can hardly(more) remember what your smile was like, only that it lit me up from the inside. i can barely remember how soft your lips were. but i remember they were mine.
Mizutani’s not sure where he picked up the habit of touching people’s hair. He thinks maybe it was when they had to do meditation exercises for baseball that he got comfortable touching people, but that wasn’t /it/. He also doesn’t know why he touched Izumi first; petting his hair(more) when he wasn’t looking. Mizutani was afraid Izumi would hit him, but the freckled boy indeed had a heart and just huffed, shaking his head.
The person Mizutani goes to in a situation like this is Hamada, who Mizutani asks if they can talk “in private.” As soon as they walk into an empty room Mizutani begins to confess that Izumi’s cute, Izumi’s /really/ cute, and his hair is soft and he wants to touch it more and-
“Maybe you just like touching his hair.”
Hamada looks away, like he doesn’t care, but Mizutani isn’t /that/ stupid and can see the angry look in his face.
“Even if it is like an…obsession,” Mizutani tries to explain, but Hamada interrupts again. “Look, Mizutani. I just think that you should look somewhere else for a boyfriend.”
“Why? Izumi’s good enough-“
“Izumi’s not good enough!” Even Hamada looks surprised at his own outburst. “If…if it’s really just Izumi, can’t you touch my hair? Just to see if it’s me, too.”
After a while Mizutani stands on his toes and runs his fingers through the thick golden locks. He’s hesitant, because maybe it’s not right like this, but then he shrugs and whispers, “Yeah, it’s you, too.”
Hamada's hair is fluffier, like it's been blowdried. Izumi's is as sleek and soft as a cat.