pretty boy ; semishira

prologue <3

   'shit, that's semi eita.' shirabu thought to himself, as he looked up from his phone. semi walked into the café walking up to the counter, placing his order and slouching down at a table near his. shirabu's heart pounded through his chest. semi fucking eita.

   shirabu quickly looked back down at his phone, his hands trembling with excitement. he couldn't he believe he was sitting in the same room with semi. it was amazing actually. his eyes glanced back up at the musician as a bunch of his fan girls swarmed over to his table snapping photos and asking for autographs. "semi, what are you doing over here?!" one of them asked.

   "just here for a coffee, kinda struggling a little." he chucked. he was so care free. it was beautiful. shirabu didn't want to listen to the conversation anymore, whatever he was struggling with wasn't his problem. sure he cared about semi, mostly because of his music, but he was a grown man, semi was also a musician, he could probably sing his way out of anything, but shirabu could help overhearing semi's words: "i actually just got kicked out of my apartment, i'm kinda homeless now."

   his fan girls frowned and whined, saying they wished the best for him. moments after they had finally left him alone, leaving semi still seated at his table. shirabu knew he shouldn't have to walked over to him, but his legs were moving by themself. he couldn't stop. "i couldn't help but overhear your conversation.. homeless?" shirabu asked, pitifully.

   semi raised an eyebrow at him, his lips pulling into a smirk. "eavesdropping?"

   "it's not eavesdropping when you say it loud enough for everyone to hear." shirabu said, rolling his eyes. in shirabu's head, he was yelling at himself. he didn't mean to come off rude or anything, that was just how he normally expressed himself. "true, anyways, what about it?" semi asked, crossing his legs. he was starting to get unamused with his conversation after a while.

   "i'd hate to see you homeless.. so, so i guess you can come stay at my place, only for awhile though." shirabu muttered. semi chuckled, his eyes glistening. "and who might you be?"

   "shirabu kenjirō," he said. "now do you wanna place to live or remain homeless, mister semi eita?"