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[fourlevels]

"Hi! This is Viktor Nikiforov!
Please leave a message!"

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[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi let out a breath, along with a weak attempt at a laugh. ]

You are so damn cheesy sometimes.

[ Sometimes. More like all the time. It still made him feel like he wanted to cry, and he clung to him a little tighter. ]

...I love you.

[ There. He said it. In English this time. It made things worse, but he fucking said it. ]

[ He gave him another squeeze, before pulling away. ]

Go on.

[fourlevels]

[ He pulls back too, but he keeps his hands on Adachi's shoulders for a moment longer to lean in close. Very close. Almost like he's going to kiss—

He kisses Adachi's left cheek first, more like a peck than anything with romantic intent, then he leans to the other side to kiss the opposite cheek. Finally Viktor pulls back, offering him a pained smile. ]

... Thank you.

[ Then he's pulling away, hands sliding from Adachi to shoulder his bag and head out the door, his phone already back in hand to text Yuri again. ]

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi could only stand there in mute shock. He totally got that it was a Russian thing, he totally did. But that didn't keep his whole face from turning bright red as Viktor left. He stared after him for a long moment, before burying his face in his hands. ]

[ Could this get any worse right now? ]