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The group had been walking for a while, chatting amiably amongst themselves, when Jinguuji abruptly cut into the conversation.
“Say, Schwartz-kun, you’ve been talking with Tachibana for a while now, and you haven’t dropped to one knee, are you able to resist the spell on him now?”
“Oh, hey, you’re right!” Tachibana piped up.
Schwartz shrugged, “Yeah, ever since you guys told me what’s up, I just…” His eyes lost all light and he sighed deeply, like a man who’s lost it all. “Out of all the first loves…” he mumbled to himself. Then, just as quickly as the melancholy overtook him, it disappeared, like a fart in the wind. “Anyway, it’s fine. For a couple of old guys, you’re pretty cool,” he said, reminding both old guys of their age and mortality in that way only a teenager with an unconsidered comment could.
Despite being the first to complain when his supernatural charm inevitably lands him into trouble, it still rankled Tachibana when it didn’t work. Not as much on Schwartz as Jinguuji, probably definitely because it was a very special treat to see the normally unshakable Jinguuji all shaken up, in a way that definitely didn’t merit any further consideration. But still.
He tilted his head so that he could look up at Schwartz from a scientifically cute angle, and with his most adorable pout - tried and tested in front of his bathroom mirror, ten out of ten - he asked the kid, “So you don’t think I’m cute anymore?”
Schwartz’ hand flew up to his mouth, covering an expression that was halfway between bursting into raucous laughter and vomit.
A few steps away and observed by Lucius alone, Jinguuji walked into a tree, disintegrating it.
“Yeah, that,” he said, haltingly, once he’d collected himself. “I don’t know what your face was like, before, so when you do …stuff like that, I can’t help but picture Jinguuji-san doing it instead, and it just doesn’t work anymore.”
“Hm,” Tachibana responded, somewhat frustrated, but mostly distracted by his own image of Jinguuji acting cute.
The taller man at a rare low angle, his brow only slightly furrowed, his lips only slightly pursed, because Jinguuji never shows much emotion, so even the smallest trickle is a waterfall. His glasses have slipped slightly down his nose so that he’s looking up at him behind the barrier of only his eyelashes, which can’t possibly hide the clouded onyx pools of his eyes, dancing with the need to be considered cute.
Was this… gap moe?
Of course, Tachibana thought to himself, one didn’t need to be attracted to men to understand that Jinguuji was a prime specimen, one just needed to have functional eyes. Yup, that’s all it was.
He gave Schwartz a pat on the shoulder like the kid was one of his juniors at the company that he helped with something they didn't quite get yet. “You’ll develop a better sense of taste as you get older.”