DIPHYLLEIA GRAYI(SORAMAFU)

10

           Soraru stared at his inflamed arm, the once unmarked skin now stained with ink. Strangely enough, instead of feeling pain, he felt a sense of euphoria. He felt somehow proud, and happy as he had finally got his first tattoo done. A small smile graced his lips and he stifled a laugh, pulling his sleeve back down. Hashiyan came out a few moments later, face flushed as he laughed with the other tattoo artist- Naruse. Soraru grins at the both of them, standing up and greeting him politely. "This is my phone number," Kuro told him, slipping him a slip of paper. "Call me when you wanna hang out or when you need another tattoo." Soraru nods, slipping the paper into his pocket. "We have to go now. Why don't we meet next weekend?" Hashiyan asked, and Kuro shrugged. "i'm fine whenever," she murmurs, as she accepts the money offered by Hashiyan as the payment. "Thanks for helping us out!" the two artists called out, as Soraru and Hashiyan made their way out.
        "That's nice," Soraru pointed out, and Hashiyan nods. "They are really nice to us," he agrees, as he steered them towards a cafe. "Are we meeting your friends here?" Soraru asks, and Hashiyan made a hum. "Yup, they are already here," he replies, and pushed open the door, entering the small cafe with a cozy atmosphere. Instead of the usual look, with steel or wooden chairs, the cafe went for soft, fluffy-looking pillows on couches. There is no sight of a stool anywhere, and the tables are made of steel and glass. The tables are a jarring sight against the soft-looking chairs,but they blended in to create a perfect look. 

      Hashiyan spotted his friends, three in total, and dragged Soraru along to the table. The newcomers quickly sat down on the two-seater couch, getting comfortable. Soraru accessed the friends, taking in their features. "Let's introduce ourselves?" Hashiyan suggested, and the brunette with red glasses nodded. "I'm Amatsuki, but you can call me Amachan. I wouldn't mind," he smiles. The man is cute, Soraru decided, but by the way the taller man is holding the brunette, Soraru would guess that they are dating. "I'm Kashitaro," the taller man says, flashing  a warm smile at Soraru. Despite his looks, Kashitaro is rather friendly, if Soraru have to say. Finally, the blonde with red highlights at the end smiles shyly. "I'm Mafumafu," he says, and Soraru startled at the rather high-pitched tone of the young man. It does not fit his looks at all, but Soraru do not think that that is the end of his vocal range.
      "I'm Soraru," he says softly, flushing a little at the attention he is achieving. "Nice to meet you, Soraru-san," Amatsuki says happily, and pushed the menu towards him. "Let's order," he suggested, his eyes twinkling, and Soraru accepted the small menu. He shared it with Hashiyan, whom quickly finished ordering from the waitress that stood over him.
        Looking through the menu, Soraru bit his lip, calculating the amount of fat that he will be consuming. Suddenly not hungry anymore, he closed the menu and hands it back to the waitress. Hashiyan watches the exchange, frowning. "Why aren't you going to eat, Sora?" He asked in a hushed tone to the said male, whom flushed red again. "I'm not hungry..," Soraru lies, feeling hunger grate at him. Unfortunately, Hashiyan is not easy to be filled, and he called the waitress back. "He would like to have the breakfast set," Hashiyan says, and Soraru unwillingly smiled. After bring friends for so long, Hashiyan already knew his taste when it comes to food. Even though it's a breakfast set, Soraru loves to eat it in the afternoon, and Hashiyan is the only one that knows it.
         His mood darkened when he realized that none of the other friends, even close ones such as Anku, Lon and Suzumu, that knows his particular taste. Hashiyan noticed, and nudged him a little, wanting him to join the conversation they are now having. Soraru jolted back to his senses, and raised him head. Upon doing so, he met Mafumafu's eyes, and the other male smiled at him, making him feel giddy.
        Soraru smiled back, a small hesitant one, and Mafu's smile broadened. "So, what do you major in, Soraru-san?" He asked, tilting his head a little. Soraru finds that action adorable, and laced his fingers together to try and get a grip on his behaviour. No doubt he is acting like a shy teenager right now, and he is rather embarrassed by it.
        "Psychology," he manages out, and Mafu nods. "Mine's music," he says, and Hashiyan nods eagerly. "You should hear the songs he write, Sora- it's amazing!" Mafu giggles shyly, and waved the compliment away. "No, you're being flattering, Hashi,", he laughs, but Soraru felt intrigued. "I would like to listen to your songs someday," he offers, and Amatsuki laughs. "We can all listen to it together then, when we visit Mafu's house!" The brunette announced, and Mafu's face dropped. "I didn't clean my house or do anything!" He protested, and Amatsuki frowned. "Its pretty clean that time I visited-" "-Let's visit you next weekend," Kashitaro interrupted, a small smile on his face. Soraru watched Mafu's facial expression as he grins happily, holding two thumbs up as a form of agreement. "Sure, then!" The blonde says, and they moved onto another topic, now talking about Hashiyan's underground rapping.

A/N : drama will happen soon. Also, I'm sorry for not updating STRAIGHT im so so sorry I forgot about it completely! I'll update it really soon, hope y'all be patient!
-aru