───── ❝ Fluff-Tober! ➽──❥ KiriKami ❞ ─────

──── ❝ Physical ❞ ────

──── ❝ Day 2: First Meeting ❞ ────

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"Bro, relax... if anything happens, I got your location," his friend soothes, "wanna stay on a call until you get there?"

"I- What--? N-No, Sero-- I'm not nervous about being hurt or kidnapped, the hell-?"
"Wh-- Don't be all offended, that's our reality, you knucklehead-"

He sighs heavily and turns his back to the taller man. A hand raises to his chin, and his thumb is crushed by his teeth. He's visibly nervous...

"What is it, then?-"
He clicks his tongue. "Sero this is huge..." he mumbled, "after five years of talkin' online... this is our first time meeting one another, y'know, in person..."

He nods at the already-known information. "Knew that, but like," he shrugs, "shouldn't you not be nervous, then? If you guys have known one another for five years?"
"No?! We've never met one another in person!" He expresses further.
"Have you face-timed before?"
"Yeah--?!"
"Oh that's good," he comments on the side, "then, what's the nervousness-?"

"You're literally no help-" he sighed again.

He checks his watch, then clocks back at look to his friend of eight years. His expression is now relaxed, but mildly nervous still. Ahead of him is hours worth of a train ride... but one that'll hopefully be worth it.

"S'Time I get goin', then..."

Sero shines him a bright, encouraging smile, and drops a hand to his shoulder. "Good luck, man... I know this is huge for you," and he chuckled, "I was just teasin'."
"Hmf..."

Sero gives him what he calls a hug of good luck, and he's sent on his way...
Each step is wobbly, his hands are shaking... his heart is racing... he can't get their last words out of his head.

//"I can't wait to finally hug you."//
//"Awh, that's so cute..."//
//"Yeah...? I should probably save my plan, then..."//
//"Nooo, no no! You better spill allll of your plans... I love hearing you talk,"
//"Hm? Then if that's the case..."//

//"I want you to be my first kiss, Kaminari..."//

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'Oh my god, holy crap. Holy CRAP, That's him at the front door-'
'OH MY GOD! HE'S ACTUALLY HERE!'

He could feel his eyes sting with tears of pure joy upon finding him there, at his own front door, standing like an angel looking about, waiting to be let in.
He doesn't bother trying to hide his true emotions. He glances at himself once more, to make sure he looks his best, despite the angel at his door having seen him at all stages already; pajamas, every-day clothing, shirtless, messy hair, and so on.

He finally opens the door, feeling guilty even for letting him stay out there long enough to knock twice.

He couldn't have opened that door any slower.