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[matakara]

[ Matakara's not trying to end up alone with Jin Mahoro, this time – he'd apologized to her, of course, but he can admit he played dirty doing it in front of her brother after he'd already declared the whole – well, situation water under the bridge, and he'd tactfully kept his distance since. Even as her newly appointed right hand man, Ara-chan's seemed earnestly clueless about how much she still wants Matakara dead, and no one from Siguma's demanded a blood match on her behalf, but... giving her space to figure things out has seemed like the better call, if a little bit of a selfish one.

But now – it's Minato and Siguma's first proper "group date" since Ken-san and Marito-san passed on their respective torches, this time at a lodge up in the mountains that Marito-san had paid to rent out despite not making the trip himself (no one would be able to stop him from getting in on the action if he was there to see it, according to Ara-chan, and the fact that doing that would undo all the progress he's made, if not outright kill him, is "like, seriously cramping his style") and the empty hall Matakara had come to scope out as a makeshift dojo for tomorrow isn't so empty after all. ]

Ah—

[ He freezes in the doorway, not sure whether to step in or out to clear the exit. It's late; he'd assumed she'd gone to her room – as the only person here who wouldn't be piled into a room with ten boys – when she'd disappeared after dinner. ]

Sorry, Jin-san, I didn't realize you were still awake. Uh – I was thinking we could use this room for tomorrow, so...

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[wayofthaw]

[ Time seems to all but stop in the second after Adam waves to him – love again~ – and starts to close the car door. The police sirens are getting closer, Reki's right there shouting to hurry up, but all of that seems vague and distant compared to the impulse that grips Langa's chest and refuses to let go, the same that took hold of him in the race – get closer, don't run away.

So he acts on it. It worked great the other times. ]

Wait—!

[ He can hear Reki frantically calling his name as he bolts toward the car, grabbing the door with so little time to spare that it nearly closes on his hand. He makes it, though, flings it open and jumps in the back seat before he has any chance to consider whether he shouldn't. It's not the first time tonight he's practically thrown himself at Adam, even, though from the look on his face as Langa tosses his board under the front seats and pulls the door shut behind him, he was expecting it even less this time.

...Which is when Langa realizes that he has no idea what to actually do now that he's done this, nothing beyond the fact that his heart is still pounding so hard his chest feels like it's on fire, and he can't just let whatever just happened between them end. If he'd gone with Reki, it would. Like this – maybe it doesn't have to. Maybe they can go somewhere else to finish skating, or – something. Anything to satisfy the fire instead of having to go home and wait for it to sizzle out. ]

—Adam, I...

[ That's all he can manage to say, but he's pretty sure that's enough to make it clear what he's thinking. Probably. ]