DIPHYLLEIA GRAYI(SORAMAFU)

11

      Meeting new friends is something Soraru have never thought he will be able to do. However, him sitting here right now and making small talk with Hashiyan's three friends, the young man felt that he have achieved something new. A small smile made its way onto his lips as he watched the four males' antics. 

He almost felt....accepted.

      Mafu leaned in front, looking at Soraru for quite a while, before he reached his hand out towards Soraru's arm. The older visibly flinched at the gesture, but relaxed slowly when Mafu gently held his covered arm. Hashiyan watched the silent exchange carefully, ready to help Soraru if something went wrong. Soraru watched silently as Mafu pulled his sleeve up slowly. "Your tattoo looks amazing," the blonde breaths out, and Soraru flushed. "I think so too," he replies, and they shared a small smile.

         After the lunch, Soraru and Hashiyan bid goodbye to the three men, and decided to go on a stroll. "So, how do you think about them?" Hashiyan asked, and Soraru hums. "They are great," the man replies quickly, smiling at Hashiyan. "Do you want to come over for dinner?" He asked in return, and Hashiyan nods. "Yes, oh my god, your mum makes the best food," he gushed, and Soraru laughed. "You're just saying that because I'm inviting you," he says, and Hashiyan grins sheepishly. "Busted," he sang, sending Soraru into fits of laughter.
         They walked back to Soraru's house, talking about the most random things. Soraru thought about telling his friends about his new tattoo, but got distracted by a joke Hashiyan said. When they entered the house, they were both laughing, and Neru raised an eyebrow, observing them silently from the couch with an amused smile. "Mum's in the kitchen," he calls over to them, an was responded with a small nod.
           "Mum," Soraru calls, walking over to take a seat at the kitchen island. The said woman turned towards them, her lips curving upwards in a smile. "Hashiyan, Soraru, you are back," she says, and they nodded. She focuses on Soraru, whom squirmed uncomfortably, and smiled. "Your tattoo?" She inquired, gesturing for Soraru's arm. The younger gnawed on his bottom lip as he held his arm out to his mother, letting her see his inked skin. It was a simple thing; a small quote etched on his skin in latin.

        His mother smiled, running a finger along his skin before looking up. "It looks great," she complimented, and Soraru smiles a little. "I think so too," Hashiyan quips, beaming at Soraru. "He's joining us for dinner," Soraru says to his mother, whom nodded and waved at them to leave the kitchen."I'll call you guys when dinner is ready, alright?" she asked, and Soraru nods, pulling Hashiyan by his sleeve to his room. 
        "Should I tell Suzumu and the others about this?" he gestured to his tattoo, and Hashiyan propped himself up on the pillows. "I reckon you should get another tattoo," he muses in return, staring at Soraru. "I wanted to get one on my collarbone," Soraru replies, his hand grazing the said place. Hashiyan nods in agreement. "You might have to get a temporary one for that, though," he laughs, patting the spot next to him. Soraru complied, laying down next to Hashiyan. "I'll buy one of those temporary ones later," he murmurs, closing his eyes. He is perfectly content in this position, when he is near enough to Hashiyan to feel the comfortable warmth from the other male. 
           "And wear it tomorrow?" Hashiyan inquired, and Sorrau hummed in agreement. "Then get your ass up, we gotta see which of your clothes is perfect tomorrow!" Soraru frowned, pushing himself upwards and hugging a pillow as he glared at Hashiyan. The other man is already standing, sliding the closet's door open and finding for the decent clothes. Most of the clothes were t-shirts and jeans- Soraru really couldn't bother much with his clothes. There is also an immense amount of sweaters and overcoats- since the weather was really cold recently and Soraru is obsessed with warm clothes lately. 
          Hashiyan scowled, throwing the clothes aside as he struggled to find a shirt that is at least decent, but ended up with none. Soraru yawned innocently, blinking at his best friend, as he stood up and grabbed Soraru by the arm.

"That's it, we're going shopping!"

a/n : finally, a decent chapter xD hope y'all like it, im super motivated to write this rn!
-aru