After harboring an unrequited crush for years, Raihan was sure his love would be as futile as a Charizard trying to learn Hydro Pump, but Leon had surprised him one night by showing up on his door step and professing his love. Raihan was sure that his heart was about to jump out of his mouth, and he probably wasn't as cool as he could have been when he admitted he'd been thinking of Leon in the same way, but he'd posted an enigmatic picture of a sandstorm to commemorate the date all the same.
Since that night, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about Leon since then (which really wasn't anything new), but today was especially important. It's his first date with Leon! Not just hanging out as close mates or greatest rivals. It's a date.
Before setting off to Wyndon, Raihan spent an hour changing in and out of outfits before settling on an athleisure look: new trainers, a sleek Hammerlocke gym hoodie, and joggers that hugged his hips and hopefully made it look like he has an ass. It's lowkey as far as Raihan's style goes, but he doesn't exactly want to draw attention to himself. He hasn't talked too much with Leon about what this -- their relationship -- means, but they both agreed that this relationship needs to be outside of the media's scrutinizing eye. At least for now.
So with a tightly held breath and a hope that his look is good enough to earn him a (first!) kiss, Raihan walks into the cafe. He's careful to keep his hood up and head down, even if his height makes him stick out. Raihan's a celebrity in Hammerlocke, though not as much in Wyndon, so when the crowd looks away, he's sure he's gotten away as nothing more than an absurdly tall customer.
Raihan's more of a cold brew black kind of guy. If you ask him, Leon's all the sugar he needs, and ever since Leon confessed to him a week ago, Raihan's got to guess that he's all the sugar Leon needs too. (Well, it's not like he doesn't know Leon loves his obnoxiously sugary drinks, but the point still stands.) He grabs his drink by the bar, texts Piers for luck, and slides into the seat across from Leon, trying to fight down a blush and an excited grin.
They can't be public, not yet. He keeps his hood up and plays with straw so that he doesn't come off as too nervous. Shite, they've been friends for almost a decade, and here he is stuttering over his words. "Didn't wait too long, did you? Came as fast as I could."
Raihan bumps his knee against Leon's beneath the table, hoping it's not too much. They may be on the down low, but surely nobody will notice this? "You look nice, by the way."
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Since that night, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about Leon since then (which really wasn't anything new), but today was especially important. It's his first date with Leon! Not just hanging out as close mates or greatest rivals. It's a date.
Before setting off to Wyndon, Raihan spent an hour changing in and out of outfits before settling on an athleisure look: new trainers, a sleek Hammerlocke gym hoodie, and joggers that hugged his hips and hopefully made it look like he has an ass. It's lowkey as far as Raihan's style goes, but he doesn't exactly want to draw attention to himself. He hasn't talked too much with Leon about what this -- their relationship -- means, but they both agreed that this relationship needs to be outside of the media's scrutinizing eye. At least for now.
So with a tightly held breath and a hope that his look is good enough to earn him a (first!) kiss, Raihan walks into the cafe. He's careful to keep his hood up and head down, even if his height makes him stick out. Raihan's a celebrity in Hammerlocke, though not as much in Wyndon, so when the crowd looks away, he's sure he's gotten away as nothing more than an absurdly tall customer.
Raihan's more of a cold brew black kind of guy. If you ask him, Leon's all the sugar he needs, and ever since Leon confessed to him a week ago, Raihan's got to guess that he's all the sugar Leon needs too. (Well, it's not like he doesn't know Leon loves his obnoxiously sugary drinks, but the point still stands.) He grabs his drink by the bar, texts Piers for luck, and slides into the seat across from Leon, trying to fight down a blush and an excited grin.
"Hey, lov--" Raihan begins, quickly corrects himself: "Leon."
They can't be public, not yet. He keeps his hood up and plays with straw so that he doesn't come off as too nervous. Shite, they've been friends for almost a decade, and here he is stuttering over his words. "Didn't wait too long, did you? Came as fast as I could."
Raihan bumps his knee against Leon's beneath the table, hoping it's not too much. They may be on the down low, but surely nobody will notice this? "You look nice, by the way."