printer paper (togakure)

2. ink

yasuhiro walked into work, still barefoot. he decided to wait in the lobby for byakuya until he came.

yasuhiro took out his phone, which was very cracked but still working.

he texted byakuya; "where are you?" delivered. read???? he was typing!!

yasuhiro smiled slightly.

"look up." byakuya texted, yasuhiro didn't even get time to read it.

"why are you smiling?" a familiar voice asked. pulling his phone down from his face.

"you're here!" yasuhiro smiled.

byakuya raised a brow.

"k." he said, before walking off to the escalator. byakuya pressed the button.

"winter shouldn't be this cold." yasuhiro said, rubbing his arms to keep warm.

"mhm. but it's winter. i can't control the weather." byakuya said out of breath.

"why are you out of breath?" yasuhiro asked, patting his back.

"i ran all the way." byakuya answered, doubling over.

"why?" that question silenced byakuya, he desperately needed an excuse.

"i..um.. i woke up late." byakuya answered in between breaths.

"that's very unlikely of you, but okay." despite yasuhiro being clueless at times, he caught byakuya out.

ding!

yasuhiro walked out of the escalator first, followed by byakuya.

"why are you here?? aren't you working nightshifts?" yasuhiro poked byakuya's side.

"how do you know?" byakuya asked.

"asahina told me." yasuhiro put his hands on his (own) hips proudly.

"that gossipy bitch." byakuya mumbled.

"are we friends?" yasuhiro, asked tilting his head.

"of course, why wouldn't we be?" byakuya chuckled. yasuhiro nodded, biting his (own) finger.

"your face is still inky." byakuya pointed out.

"so is your hand." yasuhiro pointed at his out.

"is it that visible?" byakuya asked, slightly worried. yasuhiro grabbed his hand and held it up close to his face.

"hmmmmm..... not that visible. but if you looked closely you could see it." yasuhiro whispered.

"hm, i'll put concealer on it later." byakuya replied casually, taking his hand back.

"i don't know what that is." yasuhiro shook his head. he really didn't know what concealer was.

"it doesn't matter now. what matters is-" byakuya turned the corner.

"what happened to the printer?" byakuya asked quickly. 

"uhhh..." yasuhiro looked around the room, trying to not act suspicious.

"hiro.." byakuya put his hands on his hips.

"hiroooo.." he repeated.

"sotheprinterkindaranoutofpaperagainandsoithoughtitwastheinksinceweboughtnewpaperlastnightandtheinkjustexplodedagain." yasuhiro explained, fiddling with his fingers.

"i did not understand a single word you just said. but as far as i can see, it's something to do with ink since there's ink all over the floor and all over the printer. come on, let's start cleaning it up before we both get fired." byakuya scratched his head.