#fun fact: idk how to write masachika

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Alright hear me out.

Masachika x Kanae first meeting where they both get introduced to each other by Sanemi and Masachika is just head over heels.

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Masachika couldn’t be more obvious. Even Sanemi with his apparent lack of knowledge over things like this, he could see as clear as day that Masachika was absolutely head over heels for Kanae. Sanemi had introduced the two to each other a while back, mostly because there was no getting around being treated by Kanae for his constant injuries and Masachika was bound to meet her eventually. Also, he and Kanae had become something he could possibly put the term ‘friends’ on, and after mentioning her once, Masachika had jumped onto the idea of meeting her (supposedly, Sanemi wasn’t good at making friends). So with all due time, Sanemi introduced Kanae to Masachika.

He’d mostly forgotten about it, truthfully, only to be reminded when Masachika asked, casually, after a mission: “So… when are you seeing Kanae again?”

Startled by the random question, Sanemi took a moment to understand. Then another moment to place Masachika’s uncharacteristic shyness and the way he seemed to be avoiding eye contact.

“…Why do you ask?” Sanemi said suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.

“Just wondering if I could tag along,” came the idle response that seemed much too deliberate. “She seemed nice.”

“Ooookay…?” Sanemi frowned. “This isn’t random.”

Masachika laughed—nervously. “Sorry.”

“Why do you want to see her?” Fully expecting it to be a jab at Sanemi about how Kanae somehow managed to ‘charm the uncharmable’ (Masachika’s words, not his), he was instead given a quiet:

“Just wanted to see her again, I dunno. Do I need a reason?”

No, he didn’t necessarily. But the way he was all but avoiding Sanemi in the process of asking said that this was much more than wanting to meet Sanemi’s friend again. It was something like—

“Hey,” Sanemi said slowly, inspecting Masachika. “Do you like her?”

“What? No! I just met her! That’s ridiculous,” Masachika said, head snapping up so he could meet Sanemi’s gaze. “She just seems like good company! Much nicer than you, anyway.”

Sanemi scowled. “You can tell me if you like her.”

“I don’t! I mean, I do, but not how you’re implying,” Masachika hurried to correct. “That’s… not it.”

“Okay. Sure.” Sanemi shook his head. “I don’t see what you see in her.”

“I don’t see what you don’t see in her!”

Masachika froze. Sanemi smiled.

“Gotcha,” he said, pulling out a roll of bandages to patch himself up.

“Asshole.”