gay(?) fuck buddies who fall for each other (O/O)

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. So sorry about that," he said, laughing nervously. "I was in a rush to get home, I guess. It's been a long day." He was still wearing his work apron. He'd been so stressed and distracted, he forgot to take it off before he left.

M hummed softly and bowed slightly to the other. “I understand completely what you mean. Well, I think I’ll let you be off, now.” He straightened back up to his hunched posture.

(wait what do I do nowwww)

(Uuhhuhjhuhjghuhh

Mika flirts? Idk M’s not the type to flirt, lol)

(hmmmm okay)

"Wait," Mika said, taking a small step forward. "Let me buy you a drink. You seem stressed, and I probably didn't help much by crashing into you."

M blinked a couple times, looking left and right to make sure the other wasn’t talking to someone else.
“A-alright. That’d be quaint.” He had drinks at home, but something told him to go with the other man.
“May I ask your name?”

Mika smiled at him, relieved that he'd said yes. "Mika Spring. And you are?"

“M,” He answered softly, giving another slight bow. “I know of a bar just down the road we can go to.”

"Lead the way," Mika said, smiling. M… Interesting name, he thought. Wonder if it's short for something.

(Lmao just wanted to give you a soft reminder that M is actually a very popular detective man guy
because death)

M nodded slightly and started to walk, leading him. He wondered idly why this stranger— or Mika— had asked him out so fast. They hardly knew each other.

(because death?)

(Because Deathhhhhnote

Yes I’m a weeb)

(wait hold on I haven't seen death note in like two years, is he an OC related to L somehow?)

(._.

Not related

Just like, loosely based)

(does he own a death note?)

(NO

OKAY M IS NOT L I JUST FUCKING GRIEVE)

(I'm sorryyyy I'm sorry
wait so tell me why he's well known again?)

(Okay it’s okay but my friend and I had this FUCKING joke that M owned a NoteNote which allowed the user to do anything they wanted and help
Basically the same reason why L was but he’s more open to work and is like, a gazillion times more stressed)

(wait, a notenote?)

(Don’t question it please

plEASE)

(okay okay I won't
but should Mika know who he is?)

(Thank you so much
Imean yes because he literally works in the entire same town
But it’s honestly up to you)

(we'll just say Mika's heard of him a few times before, then)

(Kk. Your turn)

M nodded slightly and started to walk, leading him. He wondered idly why this stranger— or Mika— had asked him out so fast. They hardly knew each other.

"So, you're M?" Mika asked, glancing over at him. "You're that detective guy, right?"

M glanced back at him, his eyes returned to their hooded, almost bored-looking state.
“Yeah. I am.”

"I've heard of you before. You seem pretty cool," he said, flashing him a smile.

M’s thin lips creased slightly into a frown, looking forward again. “Thank you. I do not agree, but I suppose I’m just being modest.” He approached a soft, out-of-the-way bar which was called The Musty and pushed open the door, holding it.
“Here you are.”

Mika walked through the door and thanked M. He scanned the room. It was mostly empty, save for a few people at tables talking. He looked back at M for a moment before approaching the bar.

M tailed Mika and sat carefully on a stool. A sassy, fabulous looking male was tending the bar.
“‘Ey there,” He said with a thick Scottie accent. “What can I get you all?”