Just like old times (Saruhiko x Yata)

Hello, up there (p3)

Fushimi's eyes widened. He slowly took a step back. Has she known the entire time?! How did she find out?!

His face turned a beat red.

"I thought so. That's the only logical explanation." Seri huffed.

"H-how on earth did you find that out?!"

"I'm alot smarter than I look, you know. I just put two and two together."

"Two and two together?" Saruhiko was questionably aggressive.

Seri rolled her eyes and stared Saru dead in the eyes.

"You always talk about how much you hate him and go on and on about him. You're always asking about HOMRA, and specifically, what Yata is up too. You always scratch that burnt insignia of yours and blank out while doing so. Honestly, your'e an open book at this point. That video just proves my theory. It sure is something"

"Not a word." Saru was angry, angry and annoyed. Not only about cameras being in his room - though that a big one - but he was more angry at himself. Angry that he couldn't realize himself and angry that this is how everything had played out over the years.

"I won't. If it makes you feel any better, that's the only copy of the video. I'll send it to you and delete that one."

She pointed at the tablet.

"...Thank you, Seri." He wish he could thank her for more, but right now, he couldn't find the right words.

She silently packed her things. Saru was questioning why she had done this and what was her true intent, but he could barely think around his own thoughts. He wasn't going to take in someone else. Not right now.

Seri walked over to the door. She hesitantly grabbed hold of the doorknob.

"Follow your heart. It doesn't matter what others say." She swiftly opened the door. "You're off today, make good use of it." She closed the door and proceeded to walk to her station.

Saru couldn't believe what had just happened. What had just happened? He was left in his room, being suffocated by his own thoughts.

He grabbed his phone, placed it in his pocket and hurried out the room.

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Mikoto came out of his room, with Anna, not to far behind.

"Hey, Yata. Surprised to see you up so early." Mikoto said, tiredly.

Yata had decided that he really did want that glass of water and was now sitting on a stool next to the bar table.

"Mr. Yata over here, seems to be scared of thunder and lightning." Kusanagi teased, still with that annoying ass smirk.

"Am not! You shitty bartender!" 

Kusanagi creepily tilted his head and leaned close to Yata.

"Call me that again and you'll be scared of more than just thunder and lightning."

Yata jumped back. "Tch." He averted his eyes.

Kusanagi regained his composure.

Once again, the same awkward silence intruded the room only to be broken by the sound of Anna playing with her marbles.

"Welp, I gotta go, see you guys later."

Yata grabbed his bat and skateboard, about to leave.

"Yata!" Kusanagi called out.

He turned back to face Izumo.

"Remember what I said."

"Yeah, whatever."

He slammed his skateboard on the ground and road off.

"So, what's up with him?" Mikoto asked.

"He thinks he might be gay."

"Oh." 

Mikoto was either, too tired to be surprised or his already knew it was coming.

Yata road his skateboard along the street, avoiding as much hustle and bustle the early morning had in store for him. He turned into to and alleyway and quickly found himself at an old, abandoned warehouse.

Him and Fushimi would hang out here alot when they were younger. They had found the place during one of they earliest HOMRA missions. It was special to Misaki. Probably more than what he let on.

He quietly opened the large steel door and entered, closing the door behind him.

As he peered around the large space, he noticed that it was alot dustier than he remembered. Almost as if no one had been in there for a long time.

He climbed up a latter, leading to a large metal loft.

The loft held a few boxes here and there, but had an open space off to the side with an amazing view of the city through a huge window.

He cleared himself a spot and gazed out the window, down at the tall buildings.

This warehouse, happened to sit on top of a hill, letting you see more than what you'd expect of the city. 

Everything was peaceful, until the sound of sliding doors echoed thought the closed off space.

Saruhiko must of had the same idea.

Yata quickly hid behind some boxes and watched as Saruhiko popped up on the ladder and sat in front of the window.

Yata stared and the blue haired male, studying his movements.

He looks generally... relaxed.

Yata was enjoying the sight. He hadn't seen this side of Saru in a while. Ever since that day, Saru had always been uptight, almost like he was hiding something that he didn't want to release. An energy that he didn't wish to access.

As Yata was gazing at the gleaming Saru, bathing in the morning sunlight, he slowly began putting pressure on the box in front of, because the box slid and he fell right over top of it, rolling right beside Saru.

Saru's eyes widened. 

"M-misaki?!" Saru jumped back.

Shit!