[As sweet a gesture as drunkenly buying snacks for her was, and as healthy as her appetite may be, it becomes all too abundantly clear once Youko gets everything loaded into a bag that she didn't stand a chance of working through the stockpile on her lonesome. Convenient then that the perpetrator is hungover and without snacks of his own, and that she has the route to his place committed to memory.
It doesn't take her long to get there, even factoring in needing to pull herself together into some semblance of presentable and making a short detour to pick up drinks from a cafe in his neighborhood, but it was definitely long enough for someone to fall back asleep. Especially someone recovering from tying one on. Finishing the walk to his door, she decides to cool her heels, leaning back against the railing outside his apartment. Balancing a cardboard drink carrier and her bag with one hand, she occupies the other by slowly typing out a message.
It just feels wiser and kinder to bother him with a text alert than the ringing of his doorbell.]
door-to-door delivery service has arrived. 🎁🎉 would the customer like to come retrieve his package?
[ Nanami definitely felt himself falling back asleep in the time it took Youko to get to his apartment. He didn't mean to, didn't want to, but he was definitely a bit out of it with his hungover brain and his far too tired body. So, it's a good thing she texts when she did because he did have the frame of mind to change his phone from silent mode to sound when he felt the pull of sleep grab at him.
So, the text alert stirs him from his sleep and he sits up in bed, rubbing at his eyes as he looks at the text he's been sent. Ah, Youko is here. So, he switches his phone back to silent mode before he forgets and gets up from the bed, shuffling through the apartment to the front door. When it opens, she'll see Nanami, in sweats and a t-shirt, with mussed hair and face half red from where it was pressed into the pillow. He yawns softly and looks at her blearily. ]
Nakajima-san.
[ Just defaulting to politeness because he's half-asleep, of course. ]
Come inside.
[ He'll step back and let her into the genkan so she can take off her shoes, holding out his hands to take the bag or the drinks from her so he can help her off load her packages a bit. ]
[The sound of the door opening gets her to pocket her phone and push off the railing, ready to present Nanami with his pick of drinks, when she looks up and comes to a stutter stop. The sleep marks coloring his face, the bedraggled hair, the comfy, dressed down clothing — what a rare and privileged thing it is to see Nanami looking like anything other than cool and collected. It is always a nice picture to glimpse, even if the current cause isn't exactly pleasant.
Youko laughs softly at the sound of her surname. It's a backslide, a demotion, but one she'll forgive given how awake he seems. Stepping after him into the entryway, she gingerly hands off the hefty bag of snacks, making sure he has a good handle on it before withdrawing her hand and toeing her shoes off, nudging their heels back against the step down into the genkan.]
Looks like you took my order to heart and got more sleep. Which means you get first choice.
[To punctuate, she lifts the drink carrier with its two hot, two cold teas up for inspection, the receipt still taped to the cardboard helpfully detailing what she picked out — matcha latte, chamomile, iced yuzu green tea, and iced honey hojicha, all under-sweetened, though the handful of liquid sweeteners tucked in the middle could remedy that.]
You didn't say if you wanted something cold or warm, so I got a few different things...
[ Nanami does his best not to crowd her when she steps inside, and when she offers the drinks for inspection, he squints at them as he reads the labels on the drinks. They're all definitely something he would like, especially when he feels this crummy so he's immediately grateful towards Youko for her efforts. ]
Thank you.
[ And he will take the iced honey hojicha and the bag of snacks from her, busying himself with putting a straw in the plastic top of the drink as he heads deeper into the apartment. He'll lead her through it towards the small kitchenette where he places the bag of snacks down and takes a sip of the tea that she brought. The expression on his face as he sips it though, it is one of contentment so it seems she made the right choice here. ]
[Once he makes his selection, she makes hers, plucking the yuzu green tea the carrier for herself before following him deeper into apartment, through to the kitchenette. Youko deposits the remaining drinks beside the bag of snacks and posts up against the counter next to him. She waits until Nanami takes his first sip and his expression slips into that satisfied state before she bothers to puncture her own cup with a straw. A contented-looking Nanami is as clear a sign that her mission was successful as ever there was.]
After the hot ones cool down, you could refrigerate them. Have them over ice later...
[Fluid intake is very important for defeating a hangover, after all. Same for the bag of carbohydrates between them; an integral step in the process. A process that begs one very specific, and only slightly teasing question:]
Do I get to hear why you're nursing a hangover I had nothing to do with, Kento?
He doesn't answer immediately, just continuing to sip the honey hojicha for a moment as he lets the tea rehydrate him and bring him back to life. It's only after the throbbing in his head subsides just a little that he sets the tea down and leans against the counter, rubbing his face with a hand and staring at the bag of snacks.
He'll move to start digging through it because he must have, at least, bought a melonpan. While he does, he answers her. ]
Blind date. Went poorly. She was... obnoxious. [ Which feels very mean to say but he can't even begin to describe it otherwise. ] Don't know why anyone thought we'd be compatible. Kept drinking to avoid talking to her and in the end, I just wished it was you there instead. We would have had more fun.
[ The implication that he'd prefer to date Youko is kind of lost on him at the moment, in his search for the melonpan. ]
[If these were normal circumstances, she might suspect his silence meant she had overstepped, touched on something to do with his job that she shouldn't be privy to anyways. It seems more likely he's just lagging from the aftereffects in the way he rubs at his face. Besides, she doesn't believe Nanami would simply ignore her if she had overstepped. Youko sips at the tart citrus tea, waiting, watching him scrounge in the bag of snacks for—]
Oh.
[A blind date. Not a topic she can relate to, but that doesn't stop the look of pure sympathy she gives him. Or the way her eyebrows raise at him using 'obnoxious' to summarize his date. The worst thing she's heard him call someone before was 'insufferable', but that was about his oldest friend, not some relative stranger; there was still a layer of fondness to that.
There are a few things that come to mind — Are you looking for something particular in there or just looking? and Who set you up in the first place? and I can't imagine you drinking just to avoid someone. — but none make it out of her thoughts when she processes that last thing he said.]
You... wished it was me there? Because we'd have more fun?
[Just because, she adds firmly for herself, trying to minimize the rush of overactive warmth to her face.]
ok now i'm back for real (sry was recovering from surgery)
[ He truly isn't that mean typically. Even if he had thoughts of the sour variety, he'd keep them to himself. But this date was awful, truly just awful, and he really didn't know how else to describe it. He doesn't know why he agreed in the first place, doesn't know why Ijichi thought to set them up. Idiot.
He doesn't notice Youko's fluster though, his mind too distracted by the memories of last night and the recovery of now to really put it together. He just views her comment as an innocent question and so, he nods, affirming it. ]
Yes. I enjoy your company more than most people. Going out with someone — mm. I'm not opposed but there are few people I would spend individual one on one time with. You are one.
[ Otherwise, why bother? He'd rather just be home reading. ]
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[As sweet a gesture as drunkenly buying snacks for her was, and as healthy as her appetite may be, it becomes all too abundantly clear once Youko gets everything loaded into a bag that she didn't stand a chance of working through the stockpile on her lonesome. Convenient then that the perpetrator is hungover and without snacks of his own, and that she has the route to his place committed to memory.
It doesn't take her long to get there, even factoring in needing to pull herself together into some semblance of presentable and making a short detour to pick up drinks from a cafe in his neighborhood, but it was definitely long enough for someone to fall back asleep. Especially someone recovering from tying one on. Finishing the walk to his door, she decides to cool her heels, leaning back against the railing outside his apartment. Balancing a cardboard drink carrier and her bag with one hand, she occupies the other by slowly typing out a message.
It just feels wiser and kinder to bother him with a text alert than the ringing of his doorbell.]
door-to-door delivery service has arrived. 🎁🎉 would the customer like to come retrieve his package?
I'M HERE finally,,,,,
So, the text alert stirs him from his sleep and he sits up in bed, rubbing at his eyes as he looks at the text he's been sent. Ah, Youko is here. So, he switches his phone back to silent mode before he forgets and gets up from the bed, shuffling through the apartment to the front door. When it opens, she'll see Nanami, in sweats and a t-shirt, with mussed hair and face half red from where it was pressed into the pillow. He yawns softly and looks at her blearily. ]
Nakajima-san.
[ Just defaulting to politeness because he's half-asleep, of course. ]
Come inside.
[ He'll step back and let her into the genkan so she can take off her shoes, holding out his hands to take the bag or the drinks from her so he can help her off load her packages a bit. ]
henlo beautiful stranger
Youko laughs softly at the sound of her surname. It's a backslide, a demotion, but one she'll forgive given how awake he seems. Stepping after him into the entryway, she gingerly hands off the hefty bag of snacks, making sure he has a good handle on it before withdrawing her hand and toeing her shoes off, nudging their heels back against the step down into the genkan.]
Looks like you took my order to heart and got more sleep. Which means you get first choice.
[To punctuate, she lifts the drink carrier with its two hot, two cold teas up for inspection, the receipt still taped to the cardboard helpfully detailing what she picked out — matcha latte, chamomile, iced yuzu green tea, and iced honey hojicha, all under-sweetened, though the handful of liquid sweeteners tucked in the middle could remedy that.]
You didn't say if you wanted something cold or warm, so I got a few different things...
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Thank you.
[ And he will take the iced honey hojicha and the bag of snacks from her, busying himself with putting a straw in the plastic top of the drink as he heads deeper into the apartment. He'll lead her through it towards the small kitchenette where he places the bag of snacks down and takes a sip of the tea that she brought. The expression on his face as he sips it though, it is one of contentment so it seems she made the right choice here. ]
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[Once he makes his selection, she makes hers, plucking the yuzu green tea the carrier for herself before following him deeper into apartment, through to the kitchenette. Youko deposits the remaining drinks beside the bag of snacks and posts up against the counter next to him. She waits until Nanami takes his first sip and his expression slips into that satisfied state before she bothers to puncture her own cup with a straw. A contented-looking Nanami is as clear a sign that her mission was successful as ever there was.]
After the hot ones cool down, you could refrigerate them. Have them over ice later...
[Fluid intake is very important for defeating a hangover, after all. Same for the bag of carbohydrates between them; an integral step in the process. A process that begs one very specific, and only slightly teasing question:]
Do I get to hear why you're nursing a hangover I had nothing to do with, Kento?
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He doesn't answer immediately, just continuing to sip the honey hojicha for a moment as he lets the tea rehydrate him and bring him back to life. It's only after the throbbing in his head subsides just a little that he sets the tea down and leans against the counter, rubbing his face with a hand and staring at the bag of snacks.
He'll move to start digging through it because he must have, at least, bought a melonpan. While he does, he answers her. ]
Blind date. Went poorly. She was... obnoxious. [ Which feels very mean to say but he can't even begin to describe it otherwise. ] Don't know why anyone thought we'd be compatible. Kept drinking to avoid talking to her and in the end, I just wished it was you there instead. We would have had more fun.
[ The implication that he'd prefer to date Youko is kind of lost on him at the moment, in his search for the melonpan. ]
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Oh.
[A blind date. Not a topic she can relate to, but that doesn't stop the look of pure sympathy she gives him. Or the way her eyebrows raise at him using 'obnoxious' to summarize his date. The worst thing she's heard him call someone before was 'insufferable', but that was about his oldest friend, not some relative stranger; there was still a layer of fondness to that.
There are a few things that come to mind — Are you looking for something particular in there or just looking? and Who set you up in the first place? and I can't imagine you drinking just to avoid someone. — but none make it out of her thoughts when she processes that last thing he said.]
You... wished it was me there? Because we'd have more fun?
[Just because, she adds firmly for herself, trying to minimize the rush of overactive warmth to her face.]
ok now i'm back for real (sry was recovering from surgery)
He doesn't notice Youko's fluster though, his mind too distracted by the memories of last night and the recovery of now to really put it together. He just views her comment as an innocent question and so, he nods, affirming it. ]
Yes. I enjoy your company more than most people. Going out with someone — mm. I'm not opposed but there are few people I would spend individual one on one time with. You are one.
[ Otherwise, why bother? He'd rather just be home reading. ]