[ it had been a lovely mix of, perhaps, speaking portuguese with him and actually seeing lazarus finally leave the bathroom with a wide creak of the door that makes him bounce up from his sit on his bed, legs crossed and not even failing a bit at lessening the sunshine from his grin. beaming, really, and perhaps a little nervous about something—

but that can come; picanha is perched on the bed’s frame , and in shōyō’s hands is his omni, flipping through a playlist of different series and clips. right by his folded knees is a very special, sweet smelling box of powdered sugars and fruity jam. he makes room for lazarus, of course, patting quickly at the spot next to him and scooting sideways to face the door. ]

Look, you don’t owe me, [ we should watch something that’s good for both of us if it’s a date, right? wait, no. there’s a step that comes before that and oikawa made sure that shōyō understood that part. his chest is fluttering more and more, and more does he begin to stall that part, that question at the back of his mind . . . ] —I’m happy you’re here. I’m happy I even got to see you.

[ his cheeks feel hot as they bring in their deep rusty color to his ears and more. but, to answer the question, shōyō pulls his shoulders up in a half shrug and punches down the stretch of his lips. ]

I watch . . . Games, and anime. But I like most movies, and series, s’long as it’s not horror.