veterinary advice | asahiMar 8, 2022 19:22:30 GMT -5
yamaguchi daichi
however long it takes.
groupMist Shinobi
age 17 years old
birthday september 23
rank chuunin
occupation mizukage bodyguard
I COULD EAT THE WORLD RAW Asahi had something of a point—it wasn’t like the people who kept an eye on these kinds of things wouldn’t be aware of what he was doing if they went through with this. On the other hand, it still felt deceitful to not go through all the proper channels, and the last thing Daichi wanted was to give anyone any kind of reason to think him untrustworthy; he never wanted to let the Mizukage down like that. Toru had faith in him, and that deserved to be repaid with faithfulness.
He shuddered at the thought of a knock on the door. "Gods, I hope not,” he said, clearly taking the prospect far more seriously than Asahi was. He didn’t know what kind of police force Konoha had, but the Butai were scary, and that was if it was the Butai that came and not the Hunter-Nin, which was an even more terrifying prospect.
Regardless, there was potential for something fruitful here—so Daichi reached out to take the offered piece of paper. He startled just slightly when Asahi took his hand for a shake, and looked up from the paper to meet his eyes. Asahi’s gaze was intense, his smile warm, the moment prolonged.
That was the first thing I noticed. Light, playful, complimentary. Daichi flushed. Asahi’s eyes were a striking golden color, incredibly vivid; he had slender, delicate features, a charming mop of hair, a pink-tinged mouth—
He cleared his throat, an awkward, self-conscious little smile rising to his lips, and after two beats too long he pulled his hand away.
"It’s, uh—it’s nice to meet you too,” he said tentatively. "I—hope this works out.”
In a vain attempt to get his thoughts back in order, will the flush away from his skin, he clicked his tongue to beckon Mushi over, who accommodatingly wiggled over to place herself solidly in Daichi’s lap. He tucked Asahi's address away in one of his pouches before he scratched Mushi's neck, cooing over her softly while he pulled himself together.
It was intense, having someone’s focus on you like that; he felt a bit like he did when Toru did the prolonged-eye-contact thing, as direct as if he were staring right down into the meat of Daichi’s soul. A similar kind of electric feeling, like something buzzing along his skin.
After a long moment of Asahi being lost in thought and Daichi giving his dog a good thorough bout of scritches, Daichi looked up to find Asahi’s attention back on him, and he found himself again smiling back at the other boy. There was more he had to do today, a lot on the docket to finish preparing for the first round—but he’d completed all of his more urgent duties for the day prior to coming to the dorms in the first place, and dallying a little bit longer wouldn’t hurt, he thought. He didn’t really want to leave just yet.
"So, uh—” he fished around for something more neutral to discuss, away from the topic of villages and secrecy. "How are you feeling about the first round? This is your first exam, right?”
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