Ajin Demihuman Oneshots {Requests Open}

Tanaka Koji X Okuyama Masumi: Heaven Only Knows {Fluff/Lemon}

I'm literally trash for these two omfg I would let them fucking tag team me I love them so much you don't gET IT. This is completely self indulgent because they're good boys and deserve more fanworks, so dedicated to Myself.

Low-key based on For You by Serna Ryder (it's linked up above), mostly because I feel like they would have such an unconditional love for each other.

Anyways, this is shit, enjoy.

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The wrinkle between his brows deepening as he plays with his lower lip, Tanaka's eyes narrowing even further at the blond. He's being ignored, very blatantly, at that, too. It's either that or Okuyama is really into whatever work he's doing for Satou.

Tanaka's only sitting a few feet away, staring intently at the younger man with a frown of mild disapproval, and has been there for the past twenty minutes. He hasn't yet been spared a single glance, and admittedly, he's unsure if he's annoyed or worried. Perhaps... a mix of both. Tanaka despises being ignored, it always makes him feel weird which, in turn, pisses him off, but he's also sure that sitting so close to a glowing computer monitor in a pitch black room can't be good for Masumi's eyes. And, since dying can't fix his leg, he's unsure if it'll fix the blond's eyes once they're ruined.

"Okuyama." He grunts, relief flooding through his body, making his stony features relax, as the blond jolts from the sudden noise that clearly wasn't made by his setup. A few of the currently unused monitors blink, silently playing a few assorted news stations as Okuyama's gaze finally falls on Tanaka, who stops fiddling with his lip and sits back in the old chair.

The young man blinks a bit awkwardly at Tanaka for a few moments, before it clicks in his mind that he'd been spoken to. "Oh... Sorry Tanaka, didn't notice you there." Nodding in understanding, although he actually doesn't fucking understand at all, Koji smiles, tense and under used. "S'fine Okuyama... I was just checkin' on you..."

Trailing off, his dark eyes snap downwards to stare at the floor. Masumi straightens as though he's done something wrong and been caught, his head bobbing in a sharp nod. "Right. Sorry. I'm almost done programming the new drones, and I've finished hacking into the secur-" Tanaka fumbles to raise his hands, waving them as he laughs a bit awkwardly, cheeks flushing. "N-No! I uh... I meant, like, checkin' on how you're doing... as... a person?"

"Actually... I uh... think you should take a break." He murmurs slowly, his movements too stiff and awkward as he scratches slowly at the back of his neck.

It's only when Okuyama chuckles that Tanaka looks up at him again, more than just a little shocked to see the blond giving him a gentle, amused smile. "I'm glad you're worried, Tana-... Koji, but I'm okay. I promise." Tanaka pouts as he realizes the blond had been laughing at him, his cheeks flushing at the use of his first name, before he looks down, crossing his arms with a sigh.

"Still... it's not good for your body to work for so long, and I'm sure your eyes hurt. Plus, I know you haven't eaten anything for at least a day and a half, and I don't know what you're doing about the bathroom, so don't you think it's t-" "Koji, please shut up." Okuyama interrupts, entertained smile still tugging at his lips as the raven's whole face lights up in embarrassment. "Come here." The younger sighs, beckoning with one hand as his chair swivels to face the sputtering, mildly offended man.

Tanaka's mouth snaps shut, and he stands stiffly, strolling slowly over to Okuyama, his handsome face still bright red. "Lean in closer..." The blond hums, tilting his head as he props his elbow against the arm of his chair, leaning into his open palm. Tanaka's eyes widen, and he swallows very slowly, Adam's apple bobbing as he leans in closer to the short man. An arm is thrown over his shoulder, making him jolt, the action just a bit too sudden before he feels the soft press of lips against his own, light and gentle.