ignoring the soreness he felt through his hips and lower back, reisi was generally feeling far more relaxed than he had been before this blackout started. as vehemently as he'd protested against what mikoto had wanted to do to relax him, he was loathe to admit that it had worked, and it'd worked to great effect. as it was, reisi slept most of the next day away, his phone turned off, and all his calls directed towards the mayor instead. he'd done that on purpose, had contacted the man and told him that he needed a break, and their gregarious mayor was more than willing to let reisi take a few days to himself. he still wanted to work on this issue, felt that it was very much his responsibility, but mayor fleetwood seemed to realize that it was running him into the ground, and that he was just too dutiful to say no to trying to fix the problem. as annoyed as reisi had been by mikoto's attempts at calming him down, he'd been forced to give it up, and to give in, and the fact it'd been a week since the last time they'd been at all together
was pretty much a breaking point for him. reisi felt terrible, honestly, because he'd just been so wrapped up in trying to fix the power issue, he hadn't realized that mikoto was feeling left out. his life was a tier system and usually mikoto was right at the top, but when work got difficult and involved, it shot right up to that first place spot. he knew that wasn't how it should be, no job should be more important than the love of your life, but he got too involved too quickly, and he became far too determined to fix problems.
in the end, mikoto had done what he had to, which left reisi feeling sore in the best ways possible. not to mention, he felt just a bit lighter, back to his old self more so than the obsessive workaholic. laying in bed that afternoon he'd lazily turned to mikoto and profusely apologized, flustered beyond belief that he even forced mikoto to go as far as he did. sleeping in was a luxury he never really afforded himself. however, curled up with his firestarter boyfriend, he felt just a bit more at ease with the idea; not to mention he was just plain exhausted from working so hard. charlie joined him, on and off, and reisi didn't even bother to get up for lunch, sleeping right through to the time when he should be eating dinner. at this point it was a whole day without food and finally his stomach was what woke him up in the end. with some days off, he realized there was only one thing he could do, and that was go to the midnight festival. it wouldn't be the first time he and mikoto went to something similar, they used to do the school festivals back home, and reisi could definitely recall a time where he was stuck in a makeshift maid café, fully dressed in the black and white uniform and stockings. mikoto had been far, far too amused. regardless, after a shower, and after some time essentially rubbing up against mikoto like an affectionate cat, he'd decided that not only would they go to the festival, but they'd bring someone else along with them.
that's how they wound up in this position now. perched on a bench in the capitol, reisi crossed his legs and leaned up against mikoto, dropping his head to the other's shoulder as they waited. his eyes drifted from his phone, up to the redhead, then down again as he relayed to momo where they were going to be in the capitol, and that they were happily waiting for her. it would be her first time meeting mikoto and reisi was, frankly, a little nervous. he knew how good mikoto had always been with younger individuals, and he was definitely a father figure to anna, but then again, he'd known her for a while at that point. momo was very new, more accustomed to spending time with reisi than mikoto, as it always seemed that he was elsewhere when they were together. not that he felt like mikoto was avoiding meeting her, he was just always like a cat--he did what he wanted to do, whenever he wanted to do it. most of the time they were side-by-side, but mikoto did his own things just as reisi did his. idly reaching up, he plucked the cigarette from mikoto's lips and took a small drag of it himself, before handing it back--he only smoke when mikoto was around and, after he was gone, he smoked just for the familiar scent of it clinging to his clothes, and the bitter taste of it on his tongue. "you're going to be nice to her, right?" he asked, some amount of amusement in his tone as he blew the smoke in the opposite direction.