‘Too close.’ Watanabe thought as Miyadate folded himself against Watanabe’s back, his warmth enveloping Watanabe like a comfortable blanket and his vanilla cologne permeating Watanabe’s senses, it was heady.
“Look in front.” Miyadate spoke into Watanabe’s ear, voice low and his breath ghosting against Watanabe’s sensitive skin. Watanabe wondered if Miyadate felt the shiver down his spine as he fought to focus, returning his attention to the target before him.
Miyadate’s hands had come up to wrap around Watanabe’s, clutching the gun steady, and strengthening the grip. “Your hold needs to be stronger.”
“Er, okay.” There was a lisp in Watanabe’s voice.
“Shoot when you're ready.”
Watanabe focused, his eyes turning sharp as he adjusted the sight on the target board.
He pulled the trigger.
The recoil made him nearly shifted his position, but Miyadate’s unmoving stance locked Watanabe in place.
Watanabe’s eyes widened as the bullet pierced the heart of the human target board.
“I did it!” Watanabe exhaled, excitement in his voice.
“Let's do it again.” Miyadate said, but Watanabe could hear Miyadate’s words were strung slightly faster, his tone slightly higher. The taller man was obviously proud of him.
“You're back, Date-sama, Shota-san!” Hashimoto greeted when the two of them walked into the restaurant.
“So how did the shooting practice go?” Hagiya asked curiously behind the bar counter.
“Good! It was a little difficult at first but Date-san helped me with my positioning and it was all smooth after that! I hit all the targets.” Watanabe replied cheerfully.
“Positioning?” Abe asked as he looked up from the accounting books.
“Yes, he stood behind me to adjust my stance.” Watanabe replied as he took the drink Hagiya offered him.
“Oh? I don't recall you doing that with me, Date-san.” Abe said, clearly intrigued by Watanabe’s words.
Miyadate gulped down his own glass of water. “I don't remember how I taught you.”
Abe put down his pen, smiling a little too widely. “So he touched you?” Abe directed the question to Watanabe.
Watanabe’s intuition kicked in and he kept an eye on Miyadate as he replied Abe. “He helped me with my grip on the gun.”
“That's so lucky! Date-san just gave me verbal instructions throughout the practice! I was thinking the training would have gone a lot faster if he did a demonstration on me instead of standing beside me.” Hagiya complained good-naturedly.
“So which gun did you use, Shota-kun? I'm never really fond of those they have in the shooting range.” Abe continued, clearly enjoying himself.
“Date-san brought his own.” Watanabe said carefully.
“He let you hold his gun?!” Hagiya exclaimed. “Those are his babies! He has never let us looked at them properly, much less hold them in our hands.”
“Wow, I want to hold Date-sama’s guns too.” Hashimoto said in awe.
“They’re my guns. I'll decide what I want to do with them.” Miyadate answered gruffly. “We’re going to open in 30 minutes time. I suggest Abe-kun to finish the accounts, Hagiya and Hashimoto to stop slacking around.”
“I think he likes you.” Abe whispered conspiratorially to Watanabe as Miyadate swept out of the main dining area into the kitchen.
Watanabe smiled, tapping his finger on the empty glass. ‘This went better than I thought.’
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