Tama's never been one for holding grudges, and so Miyata expects that he'll be over it within a few hours, a day at most. After all, he doubts Tama has packed for himself or knows when he needs to be at the airport, and so he expects a text or a call asking Miyata to come figure out his flight information or bring him travel-sized lotion at the last minute. But when a day, then two days go by without anything, when Tama continues to ignore Miyata at work, Miyata begins to worry that maybe, on top of the stress, Tama has somehow found the will power to stay angry for this whole time. More than any worry for the status of their relationship, however, Miyata is concerned for Tama's wellbeing; he's more than confident that Tama will get over it eventually, but he hopes that it isn't after landing in China without any money and only one pair of underwear.
However, as the days dwindle down towards Tama's departure, Miyata begins to lose hope. He considers attempting to break into Tama's apartment when he's not home and pack for him, but even as adorably dim at Tama is, Miyata's pretty sure he'd figure out that someone had been into his bedroom if he came home one day to find four days' worth of clothes and toiletries magically already packed for him. He considers-- tries-- reconciling, as well, more pushily than he might if Tama weren't about to leave the country within the next twenty-four hours, but every time he tries to talk to Tama, Tama makes a big show of turning on his heel and marching away, and even if Miyata is desperate, it's not exactly like he's going to force himself on Tama when Tama, juvenile as he may be, clearly doesn't want Miyata around.
And so, twelve short hours before Tama will be leaving for the airport at an ungodly early time of morning, Miyata finds himself anxiously searching for some way, any way to somehow protect Tama from all the dangers of traveling and pandas and himself. He's to see Tama one last time at rehearsal later in the afternoon, but he doesn't know what he can do if Tama still isn't speaking to him. He's almost resigned himself to an evening of watching Tama fidget and twitch and pick at his clothes anxiously and lick at his seemingly ever-chapped lips when suddenly, inspiration strikes…
Tama leaves rehearsal that evening without even saying goodbye to Miyata, but Miyata steadies himself even in the face of the emotional blow of knowing they're not going to see one another for another four days. He's slipped a surprise into Tama's bag, and so, he supposes, even if Tama is mauled by a panda, he'll go knowing Miyata loves him.
…
"Who the hell are you??" Tama practically hollers into the phone as soon as Miyata answers. It makes him recoil a little from the receiver out of pain to his eardrums, but he can't help the wide grin spreading across his face.
"I don't know, you called me~" he teases back, and he can practically hear Tama roll his eyes through the phone.
"What the hell is this??" Tama continues, ignoring Miyata's teasing, and Miyata can hear crinkling in the background, like an envelope being opened. "You said you have sensitive skin, so I got you an all-natural lip balm… Don't worry, I tried it out to make sure that it's good enough for you… and now when you use it it will be like kissing~?! That's gross!"
Miyata can't help but chuckle a little at hearing his own words repeated back to him, but he's not ashamed. "I thought it tasted pretty good. Pomegranate, right? What did you think?"
"It's pretty good," Tama grumbles in response, "But it's still gross that you used it first! What if you gave me a disease?!"
"And how're your sensitive lips~?" Miyata coos, completely ignoring Tama's gripes. He trails off with a few last spluttered remarks about how he never should have called at Miyata's words, however, and there's a long moment of silence. Miyata begins to wonder if the connection is cutting out, or if Tama is currently being mauled by a panda, or something, and is about to ask when suddenly, Tama replies:
"I'll show you when I get back."
Tama's never been one for holding grudges, and so Miyata expects that he'll be over it within a few hours, a day at most. After all, he doubts Tama has packed for himself or knows when he needs to be at the airport, and so he expects a text or a call asking Miyata to come figure out his flight information or bring him travel-sized lotion at the last minute. But when a day, then two days go by without anything, when Tama continues to ignore Miyata at work, Miyata begins to worry that maybe, on top of the stress, Tama has somehow found the will power to stay angry for this whole time. More than any worry for the status of their relationship, however, Miyata is concerned for Tama's wellbeing; he's more than confident that Tama will get over it eventually, but he hopes that it isn't after landing in China without any money and only one pair of underwear.
However, as the days dwindle down towards Tama's departure, Miyata begins to lose hope. He considers attempting to break into Tama's apartment when he's not home and pack for him, but even as adorably dim at Tama is, Miyata's pretty sure he'd figure out that someone had been into his bedroom if he came home one day to find four days' worth of clothes and toiletries magically already packed for him. He considers-- tries-- reconciling, as well, more pushily than he might if Tama weren't about to leave the country within the next twenty-four hours, but every time he tries to talk to Tama, Tama makes a big show of turning on his heel and marching away, and even if Miyata is desperate, it's not exactly like he's going to force himself on Tama when Tama, juvenile as he may be, clearly doesn't want Miyata around.
And so, twelve short hours before Tama will be leaving for the airport at an ungodly early time of morning, Miyata finds himself anxiously searching for some way, any way to somehow protect Tama from all the dangers of traveling and pandas and himself. He's to see Tama one last time at rehearsal later in the afternoon, but he doesn't know what he can do if Tama still isn't speaking to him. He's almost resigned himself to an evening of watching Tama fidget and twitch and pick at his clothes anxiously and lick at his seemingly ever-chapped lips when suddenly, inspiration strikes…
Tama leaves rehearsal that evening without even saying goodbye to Miyata, but Miyata steadies himself even in the face of the emotional blow of knowing they're not going to see one another for another four days. He's slipped a surprise into Tama's bag, and so, he supposes, even if Tama is mauled by a panda, he'll go knowing Miyata loves him.
…
"Who the hell are you??" Tama practically hollers into the phone as soon as Miyata answers. It makes him recoil a little from the receiver out of pain to his eardrums, but he can't help the wide grin spreading across his face.
"I don't know, you called me~" he teases back, and he can practically hear Tama roll his eyes through the phone.
"What the hell is this??" Tama continues, ignoring Miyata's teasing, and Miyata can hear crinkling in the background, like an envelope being opened. "You said you have sensitive skin, so I got you an all-natural lip balm… Don't worry, I tried it out to make sure that it's good enough for you… and now when you use it it will be like kissing~?! That's gross!"
Miyata can't help but chuckle a little at hearing his own words repeated back to him, but he's not ashamed. "I thought it tasted pretty good. Pomegranate, right? What did you think?"
"It's pretty good," Tama grumbles in response, "But it's still gross that you used it first! What if you gave me a disease?!"
"And how're your sensitive lips~?" Miyata coos, completely ignoring Tama's gripes. He trails off with a few last spluttered remarks about how he never should have called at Miyata's words, however, and there's a long moment of silence. Miyata begins to wonder if the connection is cutting out, or if Tama is currently being mauled by a panda, or something, and is about to ask when suddenly, Tama replies:
"I'll show you when I get back."
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