Makoto hadn't mentioned the idea of a sleepover merely in passing but in a sense of (Oushirou thought) something to do later on in the week that his family would be gone. To let it sink in for a few days, to go a few nights alone before inviting Oushirou over properly... but why, thought the older boy, wait?

One-on-one boyfriend time was, of course, a mighty lure, but Oushirou had other motivations as well. He did have an exam to study for, Oushirou was aware, but Makoto might like just having another presence in the house, quiet companionship while he studied. Someone to fill the absence left by the lack of two boisterous young siblings and their parents.

Not that Oushirou would protest getting actual attention, of course.

So here he stands at the doorstep, one hand on his hip, the other at his shoulder with fingers hooked into the handles of a plastic bag from the local convenience store that's slung over his back. He's brought absolutely nothing in the way of sleepover supplies so as not to pressure the idea... since after all, he can always borrow things of Makoto's if his overnight presence is desired.

With a playful grin he swings the bag forward to display it. Through the translucent plastic, sodas and crunchy snacks and a couple chocolate bars (of course he knows Makoto loves chocolate) may be discernible.

"Good evening, Orca-chan~! I thought you might like a study-buddy to keep the house from being too quiet~ ♥"

"I ate before I came over and I brought my own provisions, too. I'm a rude, uninvited guest after all~," Oushirou reassures the other as he follows him inside, kicking off his shoes in the entryway and stepping into a pair of slippers before entering the house proper. He swings the bag from his fingers again, dropping a wink. That's right, he's arrived sans goggles already. It's a Makoto privilege.

"Although," he amends, looking thoughtful and tapping his chin with free hand as he considers his handsome boyfriend, "If you're offering... I wouldn't mind a little something sweet for dessert?"

That tapping finger sneaks a little higher and to his lips instead, its taps almost crooking into a beckoning gesture. Come over and give him a little kiss, Orca-chan?

That's a lot more fluster than Oushirou expected and it's hard not to laugh in reaction to it. Oh his sweet, wonderful whale. Oushirou actually hopes he never changes, or at least not too much. He's just so adorable like this.

"Do I have any other boyfriend around?" he asks, that internal laughter expressed in his smile and a tone that's far more playful than crooning. "Am I not allowed to ask for a kiss 'hello'?"

Adorable and just as sweet as Oushirou wanted. Almost hard to believe this is the same Makoto that both 'seduced' him in the school pool and rode him hard and bruised (in the best fashion) in his own bed. But don't think otherwise, Oushirou loves the contrast.

"Mmm... very sweet." He smiles and lifts his empty hand to brush the backs of his fingers against Makoto's cheek, then lets them fall away after that simple gesture of affection. He's not here to demand more attention than Makoto can afford to give. "But I'm not here to distract you if you need to focus on studying. I could help quiz you, if you like, or I can stay out of your way and just be background noise so the house doesn't feel so empty... not that I won't watch a movie with you if that's what you want of me instead!" A little laugh, acknowledging Makoto's remark from before, but leaving the choice to the young man with the actual house and study responsibilities here.

Sleepover! Oushirou's return grin is immediate. He wasn't going to ask for it, but oh yes, he wanted it. He would approve of every idea going through Makoto's head if he could see them, and many more, besides.

But how adorably responsible of him, too! "Then I hope they won't object to it! But careful, though, I might end up staying all week if you let me," he teases, stepping into the foyer proper and to the side, briefly, to greet Makoto's precious goldfish with a little twiddle of his fingers as they twirl about in the water.

"Ah, but you'll have to loan me some things to sleep in. This is the only stuff I brought," Oushirou adds, hefting the bag of convenience store snacks.

Because he's adorable and belongs to no one else. And this really isn't the kind of teasing Oushirou thought he would get into when he came over but he can't help it, Makoto is so big and naive and cute even though he's a monster in bed. Oushirou doesn't even want to corrupt him but the urge to tease is irresistible.

That was totally not a little hip waggle.

"If you don't loan me anything, I'll have to sleep naked, after all~"

But he doesn't have to change right n—aaaaand he's gone. There's no holding in the laughter this time, though it's just a short little spurt. Oh, Makoto. Too much time spent around the hydrophiliac Haru-chan, indeed.

Oushirou almost follows him because, what, does Makoto expect him to change right here in the foyer? But he doesn't need to change right now, either. Ultimately, Oushirou wanders elsewhere in the house instead with all the familiarity of an often-visiting guest. That other thing Makoto mentioned....

When Makoto returns, he'll find Oushirou has made himself comfortably at home on the living room couch, turned on the TV to a movie channel of some kind, and set out his brought-along array of snacks and sodas on the coffee table.

Well behaved boyfriend is well behaved. Or at least isn't Haru. Oushirou looks up with a smile when Makoto finally returns. Ah, yes, those look perfectly cozy. They're the same height so the flannels will just be baggy on him given the difference in body mass. No problem.

"Thanks, Orca-chan. I'll change later, but for now... you mentioned a movie?" He spreads his hands to indicate the little selection of treats he brought with him as a kind of compensation for not being invited. "And I brought sodas, honey twists, curry potato chips, and chocolate bars. You'll share it all with me, right~?"

'Bout time you got over here, boyfriend. What kept you? Oushirou has the bag of chips in his hands by the time Makoto joins him, but leans into that broad shoulder very happily, firming up the contact between them.

The foil of the bag crinkles as he tears open the top and gives it a little shake to settle the chips before holding the bag over for Makoto's easy access. "I'll be hurt if you don't. I got your favorites and everything!"

Please don't tell him you don't like curry and chocolate anymore, that'll so ruin the semi-romanticness of this all.

"Never said we had to," Oushirou points out just as playfully, holding the bag steady as Makoto partakes. "I just wanted to bring along a variety. Anything we don't finish we can save for another time, alright?"

Oh, Makoto. It's really no wonder that ol' Haru-chan was so defensive of you. The gentle giant's sweetness is just... unreal.

So never let it be said that Oushirou isn't serious about him, no matter how much he plays. Like now, as he leans his head over to purr in Makoto's ear. "Now, any more silly questions, or can we get to enjoying our evening together?"

Makoto he will never get tired of you. What a face. What, he has Nagisa's eating habits now, too? But that's such a strong reaction to Oushirou's murmur that he really has to laugh again, the tease having had a stronger effect than intended.

"You, me, and a movie?" he prompts Makoto's memory, leaning forward to claim the television remote before tucking right back in at Makoto's side. "What do you think? Action? Horror? Comedy? Rom-com~♥?"