Fall Into Love with Me

by rightglass (orphan_account)

Summary:

Aren Kuboyasu is a very devoted person, especially in terms of relationships. He's been in love with his best friend for a while, and is fully aware of it. Now, all that's left is for Kaidou to feel the same... and Kuboyasu will find a way.

OR

Shun Kaidou begins to realize something's up with his sworn friend, and perhaps it's not Dark Reunion this time.

Notes:

Hello! Welcome to my newest fic lol. This is completely self indulgent, so at times may not seem very 'realistic' but almost everything IS stuff people i know/i do platonically so it just depends on how you interpret it. That said, I just really really like writing cuddling lmao

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Chapter 1

“Aren, hurry up! We’re gonna be late to lunch!” Kuboyasu glances up from his desk where he’s finishing his work to see Kaidou, Nendou, and Saiki standing at the door, presumably waiting for him. 

 

“Go on ahead without me, I'll be there.” He smiles slightly, lips barely curving as he meets eyes with his friend.

 

“But-”

 

“Yeah, let’s go, runt!” Nendou grabs Kaidou, pulling him along as he struggles.

 

“Let go of me, you jerk! Saiki, help me! No! Nooo!” His dramatic screeches quiet as he’s dragged through the halls, probably since he doesn’t want to get in trouble. Kuboyasu chuckles from his desk, finally shoving in his last notebook and standing. He follows the path they took, briefly wondering if he should run and catch up, but then deciding against it- he’ll see them at lunch either way.

 

He sighs, staring at the ground as he walks. Nothing interesting has happened recently, and he’s made no progress with Kaidou. How are you even supposed to ask someone out, especially if they’re your best friend and you aren’t sure if they’re gay? Of course, he has his suspicions: the way Kaidou dresses sometimes and his obsession with that actor Mugami are both fruity, but they don’t prove anything. It could just be wishful thinking.

 

He’s jolted out of his thoughts by the sudden sound of footsteps and whirls around, everyone should already be at lunch or class by now. “Woah, how’d you know we were there?” Aiura asks, slightly surprised, leading Mera and Yumehara behind her. He frowns at them, brows furrowing.

 

“What do you want?” Usually when Aiura is here, it’s bad news, and the fact that she brought along the two others makes it even worse. She stalks closer, making a grab for his arm, which he wrenches away, stepping back. 

 

Aiura sighs, settling for crossing her arms. She gestures to her friends. “Chiyopipi wants to ask you something.”

 

“Huh? Yumehara?” He’s barely talked to her one on one, though she’s nice. A little romance-obsessed, maybe. Why would she want to talk to him?

 

“I- um, I want to ask you something about Kaidou-kun.” She looks nervous, biting her lip and fiddling with her fingers.

 

“Shun?” He’s met with a nod, and his confusion intensifies. What does she want with Kaidou? 

 

“Well I…I really like him, and I was wondering if you knew whether he likes me back? If-if he talks about me or anything? You’re his best friend so I was thinking that if anyone knew anything it’d be you…” She trails off, gulping. Kuboyasu looks angry, though she can’t fathom why.

 

Yumehara likes Shun? I guess the way she acts around him is kind of weird, but I never would’ve thought this! What do I tell her, he does talk about her sometimes, not really romantically, but he called her cute once. But then if they start dating, it’ll be even harder for me… This is bad.

 

He adopts a fake friendly tone, giving her a smile even though he feels sick. “No, I don’t think he’s said anything, sorry. He doesn’t really talk about that sort of stuff, though, you should just ask him yourself.” If she asks him, he’ll probably say no, and I won’t have to deal with her, it’s perfect!

 

“Oh… Okay. Thanks for your help, I’ll ask him at lunch later!” She skips off, looking happier. Wait, why is she so happy? What did I say wrong? Shit, at lunch?! The other girls follow, Aiura giving a wink before chasing after Mera, who’s full out sprinting, eager for food. That was strange… but then again, so are they. He shakes his head, they’ve just made him even more late, lunch started five minutes ago; Kaidou will be wondering where he is. 

 

Thinking that, Kuboyasu walks faster. When he reaches the cafeteria, he swings the doors open dramatically, eyes wandering over to where he and his friends usually sit. Kaidou spots him immediately and waves, grinning. Kuboyasu smiles back, heart fluttering as he walks over. “Sorry I’m so late, I had to do somethin’.” Telling the real reason obviously isn’t the best idea, but the others don’t pry.

 

“It’s okay. Here, sit.” Kaidou gestures to an empty chair next to him, which Kuboyasu takes. He pulls out a plastic container with his food, he enjoys cooking and brings lunch from home occasionally, usually including something for Kaidou as well.

 

“I brought you some salami.” 

 

Kaidou beams, staring at him like he’s the best person in the world. Holy shit. He’s actually the cutest thing ever. “Aren!! You didn’t have to!”

 

“I wanted to,” Kuboyasu replies, smiling as the boy begins stealing from his lunch with visible excitement. He’s almost forgotten what happened with the girls a few minutes ago, but not quite, and his smile drops.

 

“What’s wrong, transfer student?” Nendou is staring at him now, and Kuboyasu shakes his head.

 

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about me.” But now Kaidou’s noticed, too, and his expression morphs from happiness to concern in an instant.

 

“Aren? You sure? Did something happen?”

 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Kuboyasu plasters on a fake smile, glancing at his best friend. “Promise.”

 

“Alright.” Kaidou still looks doubtful, but he doesn’t say anything more and goes back to eating. Kuboyasu sighs quietly, glaring as Yumehara and the other girls stand up a few tables away. Teruhashi is there, too, this time, somehow having escaped her fan club. They talk for a few moments, heads close together (except Mera, who’s devouring some food), before heading in his direction.

 

“Fuck,” Kuboyasu mutters, glaring at them as they get closer.

 

“Hm?” Kaidou somehow hears, glancing at him, and Kuboyasu shrugs. “Oh, they’re coming over here? Weird.”

 

The girls all push a red-faced Yumehara in front as they approach. “Chiyopipi has something she wants to say!” Aiura demands while the others giggle. Nendou and Kaidou are confused, Saiki looks annoyed, and Kuboyasu’s expression is unreadable, the shine from his glasses hiding his eyes.

 

“I- um, well- Kaidou-kun?” Kaidou looks surprised, blushing slightly with wide eyes. He looks more embarrassed than she does.

 

“Y-yeah?” He glances around nervously, eyes landing on Kuboyasu, wondering why he looks so pissed off. He elbows his friend, staring at him curiously. Kuboyasu just shrugs again, looking back at the girls.

 

“I-” She breaks off, spinning around to try and run. “I can’t do this!” Aiura grabs her by the shoulders, glaring intensely, while Teruhashi whispers something to her. Apparently that helped, because she turns back hesitantly a few moments later, facing the boys, and closes her eyes. “I-I like you, a lot.” 

 

Kaidou stares at her, immediately going beet red. “Y-you d-do?” His voice is high pitched, and cracks slightly.

 

She takes a deep breath. “Yes. Will you go out with me?” Kaidou gapes at her, still staring.

 

“ I- um… I-I guess ?” He sounds unsure, posing it as a question rather than an answer, but she doesn’t care, squealing happily. Everyone else looks surprised and confused, but Yumehara is too happy to notice.

 

“Great! Let’s walk home together, we can go to Chisato’s cafe!”

 

“Wait, but I’m already hanging out with Aren…” Kaidou trails off, but he’s speaking to air- she’s already skipped off.

 

“Wow, chibi, never thought you’d get a girlfriend!” Nendou slaps his back and he yelps. 

 

“OW, Nendou! D-don’t say that, she’s not my girlfriend !” he shrieks, face red with embarrassment.

 

The other frowns, confused. “Are you sure? It sounds like she is.”

 

“No, she’s not. Can we just go back to eating, I don’t want to talk about this .” He grabs a slice of salami, shoving it in his mouth as if to emphasize his point. Kuboyasu doesn’t speak, pursing his lips to hide a frown. Why did he say yes… I’m certain he doesn’t like her. Maybe I don’t know him as well as I think I do?

 

“Aren? I know we had plans but-” Kaidou’s familiar voice jolts the ex-delinquent out of his thoughts.

 

“No, no, it’s okay. You can hang out with her,” Kuboyasu replies weakly, not looking at his friend.

 

“Oh. Alright.” He sounds sad, and Kuboyasu immediately feels bad.

 

“Just for today, though.” He tries to sound more normal, smiling slightly, and Kaidou grins back. 

 

“Yeah, of course. You’re still my best friend.” Right. Friend. Kuboyasu’s heart breaks all over again and he tries not to let it show as he holds his smile.

 

“Always.” Did his voice crack in the middle? It doesn’t matter, they’re still friends, no matter what. They always will be, that was a promise they’d made: sworn friends forever. He tries to focus on his food, but his appetite is gone; still, he shoves rice in his mouth and forces himself to eat it, trying to ignore how dry it tastes on his tongue.

 

After that, lunch is very awkward. Usually, Kaidou spends the whole time babbling about Dark Reunion, but now he’s too nervous to speak, so their conversation consists purely of Nendou. To make matters worse, Saiki keeps glancing at Kuboyasu, which is making him feel very uncomfortable- the pink haired boy never pays anyone attention. Then, suddenly he stands, pushing his chair backwards quickly. “Hey, buddy, where are you going?” Nendou chases after him, yelling. “What’s wrong?” For someone so unathletic, Saiki is very fast, Nendou thundering after him but unable to catch up, and soon they’re both gone.

 

“What the…” Kaidou and Kuboyasu stare after them blankly.

 

“That was weird.”

 

“Yeah, Saiki doesn’t usually do stuff like that…” Kaidou hesitates for a moment before speaking again. “Hey, are you mad at me?” Kuboyasu glances at him, surprised by the sudden question.

 

“Huh? No, why?”

 

Kaidou fiddles with the bandages around his wrist. “Well, just because of the whole Yumehara thing. We won’t get to hang out as much.” His voice is quiet, and he looks down sadly.

 

“Of course I’m not mad at you, you’re allowed to hang out with other people.” I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at her. Kuboyasu makes sure to keep his tone gentle and caring, though, and devoid of anger. He places a hand on his friend’s shoulder when Kaidou still looks doubtful, looking into his eyes and wishing it could be a hug instead. “Seriously. We’ll still have plenty of time together, and if not, we’ll find a way to make it up.”

 

“Okay,” Kaidou whispers. 

 

Kuboyasu blinks at him, confused. “What is it?” His friend is biting his lip anxiously, staring at his hands like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t speak, shaking his head. Kuboyasu squeezes his shoulder lightly, getting his attention. “Shun?”

 

“I just… I don’t like her like that … I-I was surprised and I couldn’t say no around so many people. I don’t want this, how do relationships even work?” His tone is angry and confused. “I don’t even like her that much, I-I’d rather hang out with you! But now I can’t back out and I don’t want to ruin our friendship or make things awkward.

 

“I mean, yeah, I guess she’s cute, but I don’t want to date her. But now I don’t have a choice, I’m stuck with this and I just don’t know what to do !” He buries his face in his arms, slumping over the table; he sounds angry, but it’s weak, and seems to be the only thing preventing utter hopelessness. Kuboyasu tries to hide his surprise, hesitating for a few moments while they sit in silence. I was right. Then he hears a small sniffle.

 

“Shun? Are you crying?”

 

“ N-no !” His voice is high pitched and strained- he’s definitely crying. He takes a deep breath before speaking again, wiping his eyes, and his voice is steadier. “I’m fine.”

 

Kuboyasu sighs, he’s not good at comforting people, and even though he’s used to Kaidou’s sensitivity, hearing him cry is always hard. “How can I help?” The other doesn’t respond, taking deep breaths. “You know you can always talk to me, Shun. That was really unfair of her to peer pressure you like that. Why don’t we get out of here for a bit, maybe the quiet will help you a bit.” He stands, and Kaidou silently does the same, staying close and brushing shoulders as they try to discreetly leave. It doesn’t work.

 

“Kaidou-kun! Where are you guys going?” Yumehara’s high-pitched voice sounds from behind them, excitement clear. They both whirl around, surprised.

 

“O-oh, we- we’re just going to… um - ” Kaidou stutters, clearly nervous, and turns away from her to try and hide his wet eyes. Kuboyasu takes a step closer to him, slinging an arm around him and leaning on him, pulling him close and overcome with a strange possessiveness. Ugh, she pisses me off! He ignores Kaidou’s surprised gasp and curious stare.

 

“We’re goin’ to find Saiki and Nendou, they left earlier.” His rage is only barely masked, but she’s not paying attention enough to discern it.

 

“Oh! Can I walk with you?” Both boys are against the idea, but grudgingly agree. She skips along happily, not seeming to notice Kaidou’s downward cast eyes or Kuboyasu’s murderous glare and angrily working jaw as he lets go of his friend. How can someone be so clueless?  

 

Then she surprises both of them even more, taking Kaidou’s hand awkwardly in her own, blushing furiously and looking away. He gapes at her blankly, beet red- his mom probably taught him that holding hands before marriage is forbidden. Kuboyasu mutters curses under his breath as she pulls Kaidou away from him, and soon he feels like a third wheel as they chat, the conversation slowly growing more energetic. It seems like Kaidou actually enjoys her company now.

 

Kuboyasu’s strides are longer than normal as he tries to leave the couple behind him, staring at the ground with gritted teeth and balled up fists in his pockets as they walk through the halls, calling their friend’s names out occasionally. I guess Shun does like her? Why is he happy now? His heart shatters each time he catches sight of Kaidou’s bandaged hand in Yumehara’s, and he can barely contain his rage. He plans on marrying Kaidou one day, and some schoolgirl with a dumb crush who barely knows him will not stop that.

 

“Aren, why don’t we go check the bathroom? Yumehara, you stay here, we’ll be right back.” Kuboyasu looks up at the sound of his friend’s voice, seeing Kaidou gently remove his hand from the girl’s grip. He follows reluctantly, observing Kaidou’s expression: equally confused and happy, blushing red. Kuboyasu doesn’t look at Yumehara, though he hears a soft, happy sigh behind them before the door closes.

 

“You don’t actually think they’re in here, do you?” Kaidou looks at him, shaking his head, a smile playing at his lips.

 

“No. I think I had the wrong idea at first, it’s not actually that bad! It’s kind of nice. I mean, i-it was a little awkward when she held my hand like that but it wasn’t uncomfortable, it was kinda nice, I’ve never held hands with anyone before. Also, her hand is actually really soft, and she was being gentle and really nice! And she’s not ugly or anything… I think I could be okay with this, it’s nice.” 

 

“Oh.” Kuboyasu stares at the ground. Everything he’d thought before: all of the small hopes he’d been barely holding onto, obsessing over, are suddenly gone, just like that. Kaidou keeps babbling about how nice it is, even though they’ve been dating (or whatever their relationship status is) for, what, ten minutes? Not even. Surely he’s just acting like this since it’s his first time being in a relationship? People can be easily blinded simply by getting attention, after all. I’d treat you better than she ever could.

 

More glad for anger management than ever (he’d begun taking it to pass as a goodie-goodie, totally not because the school got concerned about his temper and recommended it), Kuboyasu is able to hide his true feelings and focus for a moment. “That’s great, Shun! I’m happy for you.” The words taste bitter on his tongue and he prays he sounds genuine, wincing slightly. 

 

But apparently he does because Kaidou grins at him, eyes shining. Despite his anger, Kuboyasu feels his heart flutter at the sight, Kaidou being happy makes him happy; he smiles back, and it doesn’t feel quite as fake as his words. Their eyes meet and he feels his face heat up slightly before Kaidou looks away, still smiling; perfectly normal, no sign of him being flustered. “We should go back now.” 

 

The eye contact didn’t affect him at all like it did Kuboyasu, and it’s painfully obvious he doesn’t feel the same way. Kuboyasu nods, sighing when the boy turns away to open the door and meets Yumehara with a rather chipper tone, telling her they weren’t in there. This time, he takes her hand in his, and they walk together, closer than ever with equally intense blushes. Neither notice their friend dragging further and further behind before he finally turns around, walking away as quickly as he can before they notice his disappearance. 

 

He throws the door to the empty bathroom they were just in open, taking off his glasses and glaring at himself in the mirror. Someone he barely recognizes stares back: a boy with neat purple hair parted flawlessly through the middle and a perfect uniform zipped up almost to his chin. The only thing he likes is that his hair is longer than it used to be since he let it grow out after Kaidou convinced him when he’d complained about it enough.

 

 It’s been a few years since he’s changed his appearance after leaving gang life behind, but sometimes he has to take a look at himself and wonder whether this was the right path to take.Of course, he knows it was; he doesn’t regret anything, it’s just that life was so much easier when all his problems could be solved with fists. Aren Kuboyasu, the tough gang leader, doesn’t cry, but he left that life behind: he doesn’t feel like that person- isn’t him- at least not anymore. He’s just some kid with a dumb gay crush on his best friend who obviously doesn’t feel the same way. His eyes burn, throat tightening up- an unfamiliar feeling, but he still recognizes it. He refuses to let the tears fall, though, dropping his head.

 

Pull yourself together! Real men don’t cry. He takes a shaky breath, squeezing his eyes shut and wrapping his arms around the back of his neck. Normally he’d get mad over this sort of thing, he gets mad over everything, but the utter hopelessness of the situation is overcoming him. Being a goodie-goodie has made him soft, the old him would find a way to win Kaidou over easily, even without relationship experience, and never cried, even both times he got shot, but he’s not the same person anymore.

 

Taking a deep breath, he lifts his head, looking back at his reflection. His eyes are wet, and a few tears streak his cheeks, but he’s fine. I’m always fine. It’s alright. He laughs, an empty sound with no feeling, no emotion, and turns the sink on. Water runs and for a moment he stares at it blankly before shoving his head in. He doesn’t care about whether it ruins his flawlessly styled hair, it’s fake anyways. Just like me… No, I’m not fake, I’m trying to be better, I’m trying. It’s hard. Trying to be nicer, to not let anger consume him over every slight mishap, to care for people. Like Shun. I care for him. Freezing cold water runs down his face and he grits his teeth at the temperature, but it helps clear his thoughts.

 

Then he stands up straight a few moments later, rubbing an arm over his face to dry it, not caring if his sleeve gets wet. I need to get out of here. He grabs his glasses, placing them on his face. Running a hand through his hair, he carefully parts it; it didn’t end up getting wet, somehow. After a few moments, the image of a perfectly organized, neat student is restored, and he leaves the restroom much calmer than before. Just looking better makes him feel better.

 

Thankfully, the walk back to the cafeteria is uneventful- he doesn’t encounter anyone, which is amazing, given his recent luck. The trouble comes when he opens the door. See, the doors to the cafeteria only have one window high up, which a certain someone is too short to be seen through, and Kuboyasu wasn’t paying attention, lost in thought. He opens the door, colliding with Kaidou and practically knocking him over. In a half-second maneuver, however, he manages to catch the boy as he’s falling. “Hey, watch out, jer- Oh, Aren! I was looking for you, you disappeared!” 

 

Kuboyasu doesn’t respond, hyper aware of how close they are. His arms are wrapped around Kaidou’s waist, holding him close to his chest; he studies the boy, dark violet eyes scanning over pale, blushing skin and soft pink lips. They’ve never been this close before, not like this. He stares down at Kaidou, eyes lingering on his lips. They’re slightly chapped and curved into a surprised but beautiful smile. God, Shun… He lets out a slight breath, smiling back nervously and hoping his blush isn’t too visible. “Sorry.”

 

“Kuboyasu-kun! There you are, we were looking all over for you!” His fantasy shatters the moment he hears that voice. Kaidou squirms out of his arms a second later, not noticing how that small action just ruined his friend. Kuboyasu looks at the ground, feeling his heart drop at the same time his blood begins boiling; sadness and anger, mixing to make him feel desperate in some way.

 

“Oh, hey. Sorry about that, I went to the bathroom.” His tone is much duller than he intended, and kind of blunt, but it’s better than anger, and she doesn’t react. Technically he did go to the bathroom, so it wasn’t a lie.

 

“Why didn’t you tell us? We were worried about you.” Yumehara nods as Kaidou whines, and Kuboyasu is flooded with bitterness and jealousy, anger clouding his vision. He’s never had to share Kaidou with anyone like this- they’ve been best friends forever, and now all of a sudden he’s obsessed with her? He obviously doesn’t care about me, and she sure as hell doesn’t, either! I’m gonna fucking…

 

“Well, sorry, you were too lost in each other's eyes and I didn’t wanna ruin your moment,” he retorts, muscles tensing with rage. He looms over them, glaring down. Both of their faces are filled with genuine terror and they flinch away, Yumehara grabbing Kaidou’s arm and leaning into him. Kuboyasu’s fiery glare seeks her out and she freezes, trembling; tears begin to pool in her amber eyes after a few seconds of eye contact.

 

“ Aren! S-stop… ” Kaidou’s voice is shaking with fear and he’s much paler than usual, but he still stands up for Yumehara, pushing her behind him. He stares up at Kuboyasu with wide eyes as the boy leans down, thrusting his face close enough to where he can feel every one of Kaidou’s shallow, accelerated breaths on his cheek. They’re so close, it’d be easy, so easy to kiss him. He considers it, he really does- but would it be worth it? Their friendship would most likely permanently be ruined and he’d still have to see Kaidou everyday, and lose all his other friends, so obviously it’s not worth it, but he still genuinely considers it for longer than he’d ever admit. 

 

They only stand like that for a few moments, Kaidou probably wondering why Kuboyasu is just staring at him, at his lips, but it feels longer, more like an eternity. Finally, Kaidou begins to cautiously step back, holding his breath as Kuboyasu’s eyes follow him, but the purple haired boy doesn’t speak or move a muscle other than standing up straight again and crossing his arms over his chest. Slowly, slowly Kaidou grabs Yumehara’s wrist and they move back together, sort of like how someone would react if a bear was staring at him, not his best friend.

 

Kuboyasu’s mind is reeling. What was I thinking ? Almost kissing him, in front of his girlfriend? In front of the whole cafeteria? Because people were definitely staring, they still are; he tries his best to ignore them and to focus on the situation at hand. He’s used to speaking his mind impulsively, so it’s not surprising that he let his true feelings slip, but he still hates himself for it. So much for anger management. Yeah, that really helped. How scared Kaidou looked, how scared he looks now- that’s genuine fear, of him. They’re best friends, and yet the boy is scared of him. It hurts more than he’d like to admit. His anger hasn’t cooled down, though; if anything it’s gotten worse- a fire building inside him, growing larger by the second.

 

How does he get out of this situation? What does he do, apologize? He can’t do that, not when he’s feeling like this, it wouldn’t be sincere at all and they’d probably hate him more! They’re getting further and further away, yet he can’t speak, scared of saying something he’ll regret. A knot forms in his throat as he meets Kaidou’s gaze, the boy has silent tears rolling down his face as Yumehara leads him away. His eyes are full of sadness, confusion, and fear. This is my fault. I fucked up, everything’s ruined now.

 

“Shun, I…I didn’t mean that…” his voice cracks and he takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

 

“Leave him alone!” Yumehara yells, tears streaking her face. “He doesn’t want you.” He doesn’t want me? Kuboyasu looks at his friend for a moment and knows the answer. Kaidou is staring at the ground numbly, shaking while silent tears stream down. “Just…Go! Leave us alone!”

 

He walks to the table he was eating at, where his school bag is. His lunch is still out, mostly eaten, and there’s a single slice of salami left over. When he returns to the cafeteria doors, he whispers a soft, “I’m sorry, Shun,” not sure whether or not Kaidou can hear it; he doesn’t show any sign that he did, though. Kuboyasu feels many pairs of eyes on him, one intense and angry, another sad and confused, but both are betrayed; the rest are from the people just trying to eat their lunch who managed to get caught up watching this.

 

His feet drag as he walks through the halls, but he doesn’t cry. He merely stares blankly, unable to think of anything except the fact that he probably just lost his best friend in the world, one of his only friends. He sighs, throwing a door open and stepping into daylight, beginning the walk. Only, he doesn’t walk; he takes off in a full-on sprint, trying to outrun his thoughts and the idea that Kaidou’s gone. 

 

The wind whistles in his ears, the cold biting as it numbs his entire body, but he doesn’t stop. Shun… A shaky breath wracks his body and he speeds up, not really paying attention to reality, focused on quieting his thoughts. He doesn’t even stop for a car, only hoping he doesn’t get hit as he sprints across the street, although maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he did.

 

His breaths turn lighter and measured as he begins getting used to the speed- he hasn’t run like this in a while, it’s peaceful in a strange way. Just him alone, the wind roaring in his ears and blowing his hair out of his face, his long strides eating up ground. It’s like nothing exists at this moment, and he can almost believe it.

 

He finally slows, realizing the familiarity of this place; he certainly didn’t mean to come here, but maybe it’s okay? This is where he comes for comfort, where he feels truly safe, even though a tent in the woods is very obviously not safe. 

 

Pushing past a few trees, he moves deeper into the woods and sees it: their secret base. It feels strange coming here without Kaidou, and when he enters, extremely lonely. He stays, though, sitting on the couch trying to catch his breath; the distance wasn’t anything he’s not used to, but usually he doesn’t sprint like that.

 

The heat from the exercise is leaving his body pretty quickly, and there’s only a small battery-powered heater- which he turns on- to combat the cold. Why did I even come here? What if Shun comes over and finds me? Does he ever come over here by himself? He loves this place, so I wouldn’t be surprised… He shakes his head roughly, trying to ignore the feeling of his heart dropping at the thought of Kaidou.

 

Grabbing a few blankets and a pillow, he sets up a place to sleep. It’s only a little past noon, but he feels exhausted, and his thoughts are too much to bear right now. Splaying out on the ground, he sets his glasses down and relaxes his entire body, closing his eyes. It doesn’t take long before he drifts off to sleep.

Chapter 2

Summary:

Kaidou misses Kuboyasu and goes over to his house, only to find he's not there.

Notes:

Please forgive me for the weird formatting with the povs! I didn't want to post short chapters so this is what we have lol. Enjoy! Kudos, comments, and bookmarks are all greatly appreciated

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Kaidou’s steps are slow and sad as he walks home from school, dragging more than a few feet behind Nendou and Saiki. He’d been planning on going somewhere with Yumehara, but after what happened with Kuboyasu, he couldn’t. He told her he just needed some time alone, and thankfully she was okay with it.

But what even happened with him? He was so mad… He thinks of when Kuboyasu was staring down at the two of them with wild, murderous eyes and shudders. Just because they’re best friends doesn’t mean that the boy isn’t absolutely terrifying when he’s mad. He’s seen Kuboyasu beat people up before, but it was always for him, always to protect Kaidou. Well, obviously Kuboyasu would protect himself if he was alone, but he’s always peaceful until they start threatening Kaidou, then he gets mad. So it was really scary to be the target of that anger, he seriously believed he was about to get hurt.

He still doesn’t understand why Kuboyasu was so mad about Yumehara, he’d been encouraging and comforting at first, and didn’t seem to have a problem with it. But trading Kuboyasu for Yumehara is not a worthwhile trade in his eyes; he just wants his best friend back, even if it breaks the girl’s heart. I shouldn’t have been so obsessed with her… He probably thought I was trying to replace him, but of course I wasn’t! Is Aren really that insecure? No way, it’s got to be something else!

“Hey, Chibi, isn’t this your house?” He’s so focused on his thoughts he doesn’t even realize he’s walking past his house.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Bye.” His voice is tired and dull, lacking emotion and energy, nothing like normal, but nobody comments. Nendou probably didn’t notice and Saiki just doesn’t care. Does anyone even like me? Probably not, except maybe Yumehara. Aren did, I think, but not anymore. Life was fine before he met Kuboyasu, his friends were fine, but suddenly the purple haired boy’s absence is painful. I guess I’m used to him actually expressing his care. The others don’t do that.

His hand shakes as he unlocks the gate, and he hears a sigh behind him. He turns. “Saiki? Why aren’t you going with Nendou?”

“I’m staying over with you, I already told him.”

“But my mom doesn’t like me having people over without permission!”

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. She likes me.” Kaidou is confused until he remembers that time when Saiki and Nendou somehow completed a ton of workbooks in a few minutes. How they did that, he still doesn’t understand; it’s impossible, but they did it.

“Oh, right. Okay, come in.” He steps inside and Saiki follows him, adjusting his glasses slightly. Kaidou would never tell him, but he thinks the green glasses and his hairpins make him look cool, kind of like a main character. “Mama! I’m home!” Nobody responds. “Huh, I guess she’s out. Let’s go to my room.”

The pink haired boy follows him upstairs. Kaidou knocks on Sora’s door, and she confirms that their mom is shopping right now with Toki, so the three of them are home alone.

The two boys sit in Kaidou’s room awkwardly. Kaidou bites his lip, not exactly sure why Saiki wanted to come over, he always acts like hanging out with friends is a chore, but the boy is studying him intensely now. He flinches slightly, not meeting his eyes. “So… Why did you want to come over?” He’d rather be crying alone than having to deal with social interactions right now, but Saiki’s not really annoying, so he can survive for now.

“Because you feel like you lost your best friend and need someone to talk to about it,” the pink haired boy replies in a monotone voice, as if he’s simply stating a fact. Kaidou gapes as if it hasn’t been super obvious all day.

“H-how’d you know?” he sputters.

“I’m not an idiot, you haven’t been the same since lunch. Everyone saw it happen, too, you two are very dramatic.” Kaidou knew people had been watching, but it’s still hard to register that the whole school saw one of his most vulnerable moments. His breathing and heartbeat speed up and he hugs his legs anxiously, rocking slightly. “Don’t worry about it.” Saiki’s words are forced, he sounds very uncomfortable; he’s probably not used to comforting people like this.

“O-okay.” They sit there awkwardly for a moment as Kaidou hesitates.

“Well? Speak.” Usually Saiki wouldn’t do something like this, he’s definitely clueless on how to help, but they’re around him everyday and it would be even more annoying if they both hated each other and made the whole group awkward, so he figures he should at least try- it’s not like Nendou or anyone else would. Maybe Hairo, but he’s not as close with the little group of ‘friends’.

“Okay. So Yumehara asked me out earlier, you were there, and I wasn’t completely sure what to do so I just said yes. I didn’t want to lose her as a friend and I couldn’t say no in front of so many people. Plus, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.” He feels comfortable telling Saiki the truth, although they aren’t as close as him and Kuboyasu, they’ve known each other longer, and he feels comfortable with Saiki.

“And Aren was being really nice about it like normal, there didn’t seem to be anything off.” Saiki doesn’t speak, knowing that’s not true and Kaidou was just being clueless. Obviously Kuboyasu was pissed, he was doing a terrible job hiding it, too. “Then we were going to leave because I was cr- to go look for you and Nendou. Actually, where’d you go, you just got up and ran off?”

“Bathroom,” Saiki replies simply. Kaidou knows he’s probably lying, but doesn’t really care.

“Right. So we were leaving to look for you and Yumehara wanted to come along, too, so we let her. She started h-holding my h-hand and uh… It was nice, actually. I wanted to tell Aren because he seemed sad and I thought it might cheer him up that I was feeling better, so I said we were going to check the bathroom and told him. He didn’t seem mad or anything then. But when Yumehara and I were walking together, we turned around after a bit and he was gone. We looked around for a bit before finally just going back to the cafeteria to finish eating, and when we did, we were going to go look around again and Aren ran into me- he was running for some reason, I don’t know why. And I asked where he was and why he didn’t tell us and he- he said-” Kaidou breaks off with a sob, tears building.

Saiki just stares at him emotionlessly as he starts crying. “H-he said that we were l-lost in eachothers eyes so he didn’t want to disturb us and I feel r-really bad because he’s r-right. I wasn't paying attention to him, I completely f-forgot he was there. T-then he stared at Yumehara and-and I thought he was going to h-hurt her so I stepped in front of her. A-and then A-Aren got r-really close and he j-just stared at me. I don’t think I’ve been t-that scared before in my life. T-then Yumehara told him to go and he l-left. I don’t know what to do, h-he won’t respond to my texts, but I want to see him…Should I go to his house?” Saiki presses his lips into a thin line, knowing what really happened and wondering how Kuboyasu managed to screw this up so badly. It’s true that Kaidou is being pathetic right now, but it’s not entirely his fault, either.

“Give him some space, he probably feels bad. He’ll talk to you again when he’s ready.”

“But I want to see him!” He’s stopped crying now, eyes round and begging, though Saiki isn’t sure what for: comfort, maybe? But he’s not great at comforting people, this is already something new and it’s proving to be pretty difficult. He’ll definitely continue to remain distant from now on, people are way too dramatic.

“You wanted my advice, I gave it.” He stands, ready to leave, but Kaidou grabs his arm.

“Wait!” he yelps, wide eyed. Saiki stares at him, waiting.

“What?”

“I- um…” I don’t know! Please just don’t leave me, I don’t want to be alone.

Hearing his thoughts, the pink haired boy sighs, but he needs to go, there’s a show he wants to watch airing soon. “Go talk to your sister, or text Nendou. Actually, you have a girlfriend now, that’s how this all started, why not call her? She might be able to distract you.”

“O-okay. You can go, I guess.” He leads Saiki down the stairs to the front door. “Bye. Thanks for staying.” His voice is dull and quiet, not at all thankful sounding, but Saiki doesn’t care; there’s a small sliver of concern in his gut, but it’s just because Kaidou is so pitiful, and the whole situation is laughable, that’s all.

“Bye.” Saiki leaves, and Kaidou immediately runs back upstairs, curling up on his bed under a blanket and shoving his face in his pillow, crying. He knows that he’s not going to ask anyone else for help; normally he wouldn’t even talk to Saiki about this sort of thing, he just tells Kuboyasu, but of course that’s not an option now. They’re the only two he trusts enough with his problems, so it’s best to stay quiet.

“Shun? Are you okay?” Sora asks, standing at the door having heard his crying.

“L-leave me alone!” he yells, face buried in his pillow.

“Um, okay. Feel better, I guess.” She walks off and Kaidou’s left alone again. I miss him… I can’t do this! I need to see him. He cries harder, imagining Kuboyasu with his perfect hair and deep voice, the familiar face that’ll probably never smile at him again.

Grabbing his phone, he goes to Kuboyasu’s contact, sent into a whole new fit of tears at the photo, a selfie of them grinning together, then pressing call. He holds his breath, waiting, but only receives an automated message saying this number is not available. Will I ever hear his voice again? Kaidou knows he’s being extremely dramatic, but doesn’t really care, not at this moment. He stands, opening his door and walking over to Sora’s room.

“I’m going to Aren’s house, tell Mama I’m staying the night over there.” If he won’t let me, I’ll stay at the secret base. I’ve done that plenty of times and lied about it. She raises her eyebrows at him.

“Really? Looking like that, you aren’t, go look at your reflection and clean up a bit. I’ll tell her, though I can’t say she’ll be happy.”

He sniffs, wiping his eyes, and nods. “Thanks, Sora.” She really is a good sister; even though she can be a brat sometimes, she truly cares. When he gets to the bathroom, he understands what she was saying. His eyes are red and bloodshot, hair plastered to his skin, and his cheeks are wet from tears. He washes his face, not waiting for the water to warm up, before quickly changing into warmer clothes and setting off.

It’s painful to be walking when he wants to see Kuboyasu so badly and having to hear his thoughts all the way, but there’s nothing he can do, it’s not like he could keep up a run for that long. Finally, he arrives at the familiar scary house, jumping at every sound though thankfully he didn’t get mugged. He knocks, and hears yells from the house before the door opens. Mr. Kuboyasu towers over Kaidou, looking angry before smiling. “Yo, kid. What’re you doin here?” His voice reminds Kaidou of his friend and he takes a shaky breath.

“Hello, sir.” He bows. “Can I talk to Aren?”

“He’s not home, hasn’t been home all day.” The man doesn’t look bothered by the thought, though, not concerned in the slightest.

“What!?” Kaidou demands, staring at him with wide eyes. Where is he then?

“That boy can take care of himself, though I can’t say the same ‘bout you. Did you walk here alone?”

“Yeah…” he replies hesitantly, looking away.

Mr. Kuboyasu glares at him angrily. “That’s not safe! What would Aren say if you got hurt?!” Kaidou flinches at his tone. He can be really scary…

“Sorry,” he whispers weakly. Kuboyasu probably wouldn’t care, if anything he’d be mad at how stupid Kaidou was to come here alone.

“What’s wrong, kid?” the man asks, voice slightly gentler. Kaidou stares at the ground, not responding. “Did somethin’ happen?”

“N-no.” His voice is shaky and he can feel tears building up. It doesn’t fool the other.

“C’mon, you really think I can’t tell when a kid’s ‘boutta cry? What happened?”

Kaidou takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. If he tells his dad, Kuboyasu will probably be even more mad at him. He looks away, voice growing weaker. “Nothing. I’m gonna go now, I think I know where Aren might be.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout him. I can drive ya home, c’mon.” Kaidou doesn’t have a choice as the man grabs his shoulder, leading him to the garage and placing a too-large helmet on his head. He stares at the bike he recognizes as Kuboyasu’s, reminded of all the times they’ve sat together, talking for hours on end while the purple haired boy tinkered with it and Kaidou studied, and the various rides they’ve gone on. It brings fresh tears to his eyes and he takes a shaky breath. “Where to?” The bike roars to life and Kaidou sits.

“Um, I-I’m not going to my house, but can you take me somewhere else?” He gives Mr. Kuboyasu basic directions, and except for that, they ride in silence, Kaidou scared despite having the massive ex-gang leader to protect him. It’s darker outside now, and many of the street lamps are shattered, so there’s very little light.

Finally, they arrive. “Thank you, sir.”

“‘Course. If Aren’s there, tell him to come home for a bit tomorrow. You come over, too, if ya want.” He smiles before driving off, leaving Kaidou confused. He really is a lot like Aren. Why’d he invite me, though? Shaking his head, Kaidou pulls out his phone to use as a flashlight and walks past a few trees, following the familiar path and grinning when he sees the base. He carefully steps over the string that’s their alarm before pushing through the sheet covering the entrance. Shining the light inside, his breath catches.

He’d mainly come here to be alone; he hadn’t actually been expecting Kuboyasu to be there, and certainly not lying on the floor covered in blankets, asleep. But sure enough, he is, purple hair spread out messily as his body rises and falls with each breath. How long has he been here? Is that why he wasn’t on his phone? Kaidou stares at him, unable to see his face but feeling happier than he has all day just from being near him, though it’s rivaled by hopelessness.

What should I do? I don’t want to wake him up… And what if he still hates me? I shouldn’t have come here, I should just leave. But I’ve missed him so much… An involuntary sob escapes him, and he settles for moving closer, lying next to Kuboyasu. Lying on top of the blankets, he hugs the boy, burying his face in his back and breathing shakily. He can feel the tears on their way again, it’s only been about 6 hours but they’ve been the worst 6 hours of his life, thinking his best friend hates him. Now he cries into Kuboyasu’s shirt, clutching him for comfort and praying he won’t wake up. Of course, when does Kaidou ever get what he wants?

 

Huh? Kuboyasu groans, trying to ignore the loud sobs near his ear. There’s a weight on his back and he rolls over, hearing a small, surprised squeak and coming face to face with a teary-eyed Kaidou. “Sh…Shun?” Why is he here? How did he find me? The boy starts crying harder, hiding his red face in his arms. Kuboyasu stares, wanting to comfort him but not knowing how and still half asleep, thinking this is a dream.

“Aren, I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean to make you angry earlier! I’ll break up with her if you want, please just don’t hate me! I’m sorry!” He speaks fast, barely pausing between words, tone anxious. Kuboyasu continues gazing at him, confused by what’s going on and unable to make out his words, brain too clouded from sleep.

“What?” He yawns, rubbing his eyes. “I didn’t understand any of that.” Kaidou stares at him, wide-eyed.

“I didn’t mean to make you m-mad e-earlier. At school. Do-do you h-hate me?” He starts crying again, hiding his face.

“What? No, of course not!” Kuboyasu exclaims, wondering how he even came to that conclusion. Well, I was yelling at him.

“R-really?” Kaidou blinks, looking up and wiping his eyes with a sleeve.

“I thought you hated me, I didn’t mean to get mad earlier, it just slipped out, I’m sorry. If you really like her then I’m okay with it, I just…” he hesitates for a moment, trying to find the right words without confessing. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Relationships can be messy.”

“Oh.” They meet eyes for a moment before Kaidou uses a hand to wipe tears away again. “It’s okay. Thanks for trying to help.”

Phew. Kuboyasu smiles at him. “So we’re cool?”

“Yeah.” Kaidou returns the smile, sniffing slightly though his tears have stopped. He throws himself at his friend, hugging him tightly. They don’t hug often, since Kaidou isn’t huge on physical contact, so it’s definitely a surprise for him to initiate this. Kuboyasu freezes, feeling blood rush to his face and all his muscles tense up before he relaxes, wrapping his own arms around the smaller boy and holding him close to his chest with a soft smile. It feels natural, like they’ve done it a thousand times before.

“I love you. I’m so glad we’re friends again,” Kaidou says quietly, his grin audible, and Kuboyasu only hugs him tighter. He takes a deep breath, heart hammering and hoping Kaidou can’t feel it.

“Me too. I love you so much, Shun.” The affection in his voice is obvious, but Kaidou seems to not notice. “You’re staying the night, right?” he whispers. Please.

“Yeah.” He squirms slightly in Kuboyasu’s tight grip, beginning to have trouble breathing.

“Heh, sorry.” The purple haired boy reluctantly unwraps his arms and Kaidou scoots away slightly to where they aren’t touching anymore. Kuboyasu’s heart drops and he looks down as the other meets his eyes, hoping his blush isn’t visible in the darkness.

“Are you okay?” Kaidou asks, staring at him, concern in his voice.

Kuboyasu doesn’t look at him, lying his head on his forearms. “Mhm. I feel bad about lunch, I got so mad at you. I… I just wanted to protect you and Yumehara was pissing me off with how she was acting. Then I just got really mad at her and took it out on you…” He trails off, feeling the anger returning.

“I-I’ll break up with her if you don’t like her. I don’t care if I’m dating her or whatever, I care about you and what you think. I don’t want you to be sad because of me. I’ll always care about you more.” His voice is small but honest, yet Kuboyasu can’t help thinking of earlier in the hallway when Kaidou completely forgot about him because of Yumehara; he doesn’t mention it, though.

He looks up at Kaidou, only able to make out his eyes in the darkness. Him saying that means a lot despite it not being entirely true. “Shun…” He hesitates for a moment, then smiles weakly. “Thank you,” he whispers, before quickly adding, “It’s not that I don’t like her, you don’t have to break up,” and trying to sound like he’s telling the truth. He’d feel terrible if Kaidou wanted to be with her but couldn’t because of him, and couldn’t bear to see him sad.

“Oh, okay, good. I was kinda hoping my first relationship would last more than a day.” They lie there together for a moment, just looking around awkwardly and not speaking. “So, uh…Do you want to do anything?”

“Well, I was asleep…” A smile warms his lips as Kaidou frowns, looking disappointed. “But we can do somethin’ if you want, I guess. Any ideas?”

The blue haired boy shakes his head. “No, it's fine if you want to sleep. I’m not very tired, though, so-” He’s cut off by a yawn.

“Not tired, I see,” Kuboyasu teases with a slight chuckle.

“Shut up!”

“‘Kay. I’m going back to sleep, then.”

“Fine, then I am, too!” Kaidou holds up a battery powered lamp, switching it on.

Kuboyasu groans. “You really need your nightlight again? I don’t sleep well unless it’s dark.”

“Well, I can’t sleep in the dark, Dark Reunion could attack at any minute, and we wouldn’t be able to see them! There’s a reason they’re called Dark Reunion, you know.” He sounds eager at the last part, expectant, and it’s clear that he wants to explain why. Tired despite the fact he’s been sleeping all day, Kuboyasu sighs, mentally and emotionally exhausted.

“Why are they called Dark Reunion?”

“Because they operate during the night! They have night vision goggles and powers that allow them to be invisible and see in the dark, so they can be very dangerous. Of course, they’re a threat during the day, too, but it’s the worst at night or in dark places because of how unpredictable they can be. One time I was…” he continues babbling, telling some story of how he found a Dark Reunion hideout and got ambushed since he wasn’t able to see them. Once he’s done, he starts another.

Finally, Kuboyasu’s had enough. At this point Kaidou is sitting up cross-legged, fully awake and animated as light from his phone and lamp illuminates the room, telling even more stories about his adventures as the Jet Black Wings. Kuboyasu hides his face in his pillow, eyes squeezed shut and hands over his ears, but it doesn’t help; even though he’s been drifting in and out of sleep, he keeps waking up. Mostly Kaidou is adorable when he gets excited like this, and he enjoys listening, but this is one of the times where his fantasies are annoying. Kuboyasu reaches an arm out blindly, grabbing his knee.

“-Huh?”

“Go to sleep, you’ve been talking about this for an hour now. And don’t forget to take off your bandages.”

“It’s only eight, though!” Kaidou complains, pouting at being interrupted mid-story.

“It’s actually nine, plus I don’t care. Please, Shun, turn off the lights, I’ll protect you from Dark Reunion.” His voice is muffled by him lying face down and speaking into his pillow.

“But-”

“No.” Finally, Kaidou sighs, unwrapping his bandages and turning off his phone but leaving the other light on.

“Areeen!” he whines a few seconds later, poking Kuboyasu’s shoulder.

“Hm?”

“I’m cold.”

Kuboyasu props himself up on his elbow, squinting as he opens his eyes, not responding to the complaint and instead shouting, “Oh my God, turn off the light!” He grabs it, pulling the lid off to reveal the batteries, yanking them out, and tossing them across the room.

“Hey! Why did you do that, you know I can’t sleep in the dark!” Kaidou exclaims, turning his phone on again. Kuboyasu grabs it, shutting it off and placing it next to him, too far for Kaidou to reach. “Nooo!”

“Shun! Be quiet, stop whining and sleep!” He glares at Kaidou, who shrinks away but listens, at least for a few minutes. Kuboyasu sighs contentedly, relaxing again and shifting closer to the other. Hopefully that wasn’t too much. He’s being annoying, though.

“You stole all the blankets,” Kaidou whispers later, shivering under a single thin one that doesn’t fully cover him even though he’s curled up and short. He’d been fine earlier, but now he doesn’t have any distractions so the cold is more noticeable. He moves closer, poking Kuboyasu’s shoulder again.

“What?” Kuboyasu demands, whipping his head around.

“Why are you so mad?” Kaidou yelps, surprised by the sudden anger and jumping back.

“‘Cause I’m tired.” It’s only a half lie, but the full truth is that he’s stressed to be sleeping next to Kaidou like this, even though they’ve done it multiple times before and there’s nothing weird about it- just being alone with him is enough to make him nervous, and this is ten times that. “What did you want?”

“I’m cold, you only left me one blanket.” He gestures to the thin blanket, basically a sheet, covering him.

“Oh. Here.” Kuboyasu pushes a few blankets off himself, passing them over to Kaidou, who spreads them out and curls up gratefully. “Better?”

“Yeah. They’re warm.” He smiles, resting his head on his arms and staring at his friend happily.

Kuboyasu blushes slightly, smiling back softly. “Good. Go to sleep, now.” He ruffles the boy’s hair and doesn’t wait for a response, burying his face back in his pillow as he tries not to think about how cute Kaidou looked smiling like that, small arms wrapped around his pillow tightly. It shouldn’t be very difficult with how tired his brain is, but it is.

Kaidou’s knee is touching his thigh, and the small touch, as much as it makes his heart pound, is comforting all the same; he focuses on it, relaxing. His thoughts dissipate as he grows closer to sleep, only to be interrupted by a familiar voice. “Why do you sleep like that?” Oh my God, shut up! He’s not usually this annoying, what the hell?

“Like what?” he asks tiredly, refusing to move and speaking into his pillow.

“Well, you’re, like, all splayed out. Is that even comfortable, you’re not even using your pillow. Half your body is outside the blanket.”

Kuboyasu frowns, this is extremely comfortable for him. “You mean because I don’t sleep like a kitten I sleep weird?”

“What?”

“You’re curled into a ball like a cat or something.” It’s adorable, though.

Kaidou stares at him for a moment, an expression like shock or anger covering his face. “No, I’m not!” Kuboyasu doesn’t respond. “T-this is how I conserve my powers! That way, when Dark Reunion…” Oh shit, I did it again. Better end this quickly.

“Shun.” He lifts his head, meeting eyes with Kaidou.

The boy stares at him, breaking off his story. “Yeah?”

“No more talking. If you’re that bored, you can have your phone back, but just don't turn on any lights.” He grabs the phone, handing it to Kaidou, who takes it but sets it aside.

“It’s fine, I’ll sleep now,” he says, yawning. “But only because you want me to, I’m not tired at all,” he adds, as if that means anything.

Kuboyasu sighs. Of course. If he stops talking, it’s fine, though. “That’s what you said last time, but neither of us are asleep now.”

“I promise I’ll sleep now. Just a lot happened today.” His eyes are gleaming with a blend of emotions and Kuboyasu nods, memories flooding back. Damn, that was all today?

“Right. Well, just try to sleep.”

“Okay.” He hears Kaidou shift slightly and sighs, hoping he’s finally settling in. But apparently not, because a few moments later he hears a whisper. “Aren?”

What if I just don’t respond? Can I fake being asleep? He doesn’t move, slowing his breathing and not speaking.

“Areeen,” Kaidou whines, shaking Kuboyasu and turning him over tentatively. “How are you asleep already?!” he exclaims, but then sighs. “Nevermind.” He lies back down, curling up with a muttered, “I’m not like a kitten.” Kuboyasu barely holds a laugh in, because he is like a kitten and it’s the most adorable thing ever.

He dares to open an eye, face no longer in his pillow since Kaidou moved him. “So you are awake!” Kaidou moves closer, leaning over him, and they’re face to face. Kuboyasu is surprised he actually got caught.

“You woke me up,” he lies. Then he realizes how close they are and his heartbeat accelerates, cheeks heating up. Kaidou looks equally embarrassed, moving back and averting his eyes.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Kuboyasu isn’t sure which thing he’s apologizing for, but it doesn’t matter. “Please, just try to sleep.”

“I can’t! You know I’m scared of the dark.” Then he realizes what he just admitted and quickly adds, “Reunion!”

Kuboyasu sighs. “Do you want a hug?” he asks, heart fluttering. Mostly I just want to hug him.

Kaidou looks startled by the question, but nods. “Uh, sure.” A second later he’s enveloped in strong arms. Kuboyasu feels his friend go limp, relaxing, and smiles. Cute…

Not wanting to make Kaidou uncomfortable, he releases him a few seconds later. “There. I’ll get a light, too.” Reaching his arm over to grab a flashlight he’d confiscated earlier, he turns it on, illuminating the room and their faces. “Better?” Red eyes are glowing now, and he can clearly make out Kaidou’s smile.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Go to sleep.” He closes his eyes again, hoping that he can finally sleep and hiding his cheek in his pillow to obscure his own smile. His heart hammers as he moves a hand to play with his friend’s hair, but the boy doesn’t react other than a slight, barely noticeable flinch of surprise before relaxing.

“Okay. Goodnight,” Kaidou says, staring at Kuboyasu with wide eyes.

“Night, Shun. Sleep well,” he murmurs in a soft, affectionate tone.

The room is quiet for a while, neither speaking. Kuboyasu twirls his hand around in Kaidou’s soft hair idly while he drifts off. He’s already asleep when Kaidou begins moving closer, leaning into the hand that now rests behind his head.

Chapter 3

Notes:

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Kaidou sighs, unable to ignore the strange feeling in his chest or sleep despite how tired he is. The last time he saw Kuboyasu without his glasses for a significant period of time was when they had the PK festival play, and he felt the same way. His eyes… They’re really pretty, that’s all. A beautiful shade of dark violet, to the point where they’re almost black, soft but sharp at the same time. 

 

Not that he doesn’t look good with his glasses, they just distract from the effect. Honestly, Kuboyasu is always really handsome, how is Kaidou the one with the girlfriend? That’s something he can’t fathom, he’s short and weak (the body he’s in, that is- the Jet Black Wings is very strong), whereas Kuboyasu is the complete opposite. He’s handsome, too- really handsome. He’s basically the perfect boy, like the male Teruhashi; girls should be all over him.

 

Whatever, it’d suck if he was around girls all the time, we’d never get time alone like this. Kaidou looks over at his sleeping friend, whose cheek is squished against his pillow, lips parted slightly. He looks so peaceful, this is someone completely different from earlier in the cafeteria. Correction from before: he’d be perfect if he didn’t have anger issues. 

 

As Kaidou stares at Kuboyasu for maybe a little longer than he should, his lips curve into a smile. He looks kind of cute like this. He should have a girlfriend, but he’s never really shown interest in girls; except Teruhashi, I guess, but that doesn’t mean anything. Especially since they do show some interest in him. Now that I think about it, that’s kind of strange… Like Saiki and Hairo.

 

He remembers that time he shared his suspicions about Hairo being gay with Kuboyasu and they spent a day trying to find out the truth. That was terrible, God. I’m pretty sure he and Nendou are dating from what we heard but I’m too scared to ask- that’s the most cursed couple ever, regardless of gender.  

 

But then, is Saiki gay, too? He’s never shown interest in Teruhashi, like Hairo, but hasn’t been obsessed with any guys like Hairo is with Nendou. Imagine being gay and then liking Nendou of all people… I guess his standards are strange, though, so it’s not too surprising. Saiki’s just really good at hiding his emotions, and he rarely gets excited, so that’s probably why he doesn’t react to girls. Yeah, that’s it.

 

But Kuboyasu… he’s like Saiki, just terrible at hiding his emotions, and he does react to Teruhashi, though definitely not to the extent of most guys, including Kaidou himself. I don’t know about Aren. If he is gay I’d accept him, of course, but I don’t want to ask him about it or make him uncomfortable. Ugh, why am I even thinking about this? He glances at his friend, shifting to rest his face in Kuboyasu’s hand, feeling rough calluses on his cheek but not caring because, in a way, it feels comforting.

 

I am curious now, though. It could be a little awkward if he was, I guess, but he can’t really control it. However, now Kaidou’s curious, and an idea sparks. I should get him a girlfriend! We could go on double dates together, that’s something couples do, right? And then he won’t be as sad when I hang out with Yumehara! Also, this’ll help me find out whether he likes girls or not. He sits upright, grinning, spurred on by this genius plan and knowing he won’t be able to sleep without taking action.

 

Grabbing his phone, he sends a text to Yumehara: 

 

-hey can you help me with something? it’ll be kinda fun

 

Almost immediately, three dots indicate she’s typing before a response appears. That was fast.

 

-ofc!! what is it?

 

-i need your help getting aren a girlfriend

 

-KUBOYASU KUN WANTS A GF?

-tbh i thought he was gay

 

-what

-no he doesnt want one but i feel bad that im with you so i wont get to spend as much time with him so i thought if he also had a gf he wouldnt be as sad

-ohhh that explains it!

 

-what

 

-nevermind but i thought he was super mad at you? what happened, did u guys make up from earlier?

 

-oh

-yeah we’re good now it was just a misunderstanding

 

-thats good! i was worried, u two are like super close

-so how can i help?

 

Kaidou doesn’t respond, staring at the message blankly. How can she help, ask one of her friend’s to ask Kuboyasu out? That’d just be weird. He’s beginning to have regrets when his phone buzzes again.

 

-shun? wya

 

-im here sorry

-uhh idk how i just thought u could help

 

-oh ok

-well can i ask miko? she kinda likes him i think

 

-yeah do that

-actually can we talk about this later? im kinda tired rn

 

-oh

-okay! lets talk tomorrow

-gn!!

 

-night 

 

He sighs, feeling bad for leaving so abruptly. She’s so enthusiastic and nice, but… he doesn’t want to talk to her. Sure, he doesn’t mind it, but holding up a conversation with just the two of them is awkward and doesn’t make him happy, especially talking about that topic; usually he’s energetic when he’s texting Kuboyasu, but he just doesn’t feel that way with her. Also, he never told Yumehara she could call him by his first name, which just adds to his discomfort. I’ll just wait a while and get used to it, I guess. No need for her to change herself for me.

 

Sighing, he lays back down, turning away from his friend and moving his pillow to the opposite side. He feels embarrassed that he even thought about this, Kuboyasu has never mentioned anything about wanting a girlfriend, is this really something he should be doing? Suddenly, all he wants to do is sleep and forget this ever happened.

 

He’s not sure why, but he moves closer to Kuboyasu, pressing himself against him and praying it’s not seen as weird. He just really needs the comfort right now, his anxiety always gets worse at night, it’s like his brain won’t shut off. That’s the only reason he’s worrying about this, and why he moved closer. “Shun?” A rough whisper surprises him, causing him to hold his breath and turn his head.

 

“Y-yeah?”

 

Kuboyasu is awake, staring at him in confusion. “You’re still up?” His voice is slurred and deeper than usual, but it sounds… good. Calming, sort of.

 

“I…I was on my phone for a bit, but I’m going to sleep now. Sorry.”

 

“No, no, it’s okay, I just… Why’re you so close?” he asks, holding Kaidou’s gaze tiredly. The blue haired boy squeaks, pushing himself away before strong arms hold him in place. “You can stay, I was just wonderin’...”

 

“I didn’t mean to… I’ll go back-” Kaidou mumbles, looking away.

 

“No, seriously, you’re fine.” Kuboyasu murmurs near his ear, and Kaidou shudders, feeling warm breath on the back of his neck. His heart hammers and he’s beginning to feel weird, but is scared to say anything as Kuboyasu holds him close, body wrapped around him and head resting in the crook of his neck. Kaidou doesn’t move, holding his breath and staying stiff; he wanted physical touch, that’s why he got closer, but this is too much.

 

It certainly doesn’t feel bad , but it feels wrong in a way, and awkward; although, at the same time, he feels safe and warm. His friend’s arms are muscular, larger body basically cradling Kaidou to his chest; he’s much taller, so it’s pretty easy for him to curl around his friend, and Kaidou feels his heart flutter slightly. This feels nice but… Kind of weird. Why is he doing this? “Aren, d-don’t you think this is a bit… um… intimate?” He blushes and turns his head up to meet Kuboyasu’s eyes. The boy blinks.

 

“Oh… Sorry, I uh…” He looks away, unwrapping his arms, face heating up in the darkness. “Sorry,” he repeats as Kaidou moves away.

 

“It’s okay.” Neither speak for a few moments, too embarrassed for words. 

 

Then Kuboyasu murmurs, “Shun?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Go to sleep.” His hand hesitantly moves to ruffle Kaidou’s hair, then remains there as he runs his fingers through it, carefully detangling some of the strands. “And don’t wake me up again, I sleep lightly.”

 

“I know. I’ll try.” He yawns, covering his mouth with a hand.

 

Kuboyasu chuckles softly. “‘Kay. Sleep well.”

 

“Goodnight again.” Kaidou relaxes, feeling fingers gently combing through his hair, and yawns again. Leaning into the touch, he relaxes his head into the strong hand, a warm feeling in his stomach. Now, it’s finally easy to sleep, and when he sleeps, he sleeps deep.

“Aren?”

 

“Hm?” Kuboyasu turns, meeting eyes with Kaidou. The boy looks adorable, head barely sticking out from under the blankets.

 

“C-can I, um…” He looks away, hiding his face in his hands.

 

“What is it? What do you need?” I’d do anything for you. You can have anything. He hopes he doesn’t sound too desperate, moving closer to his friend and feeling their legs touch under the blanket, though neither moves. “Shun?” he asks when Kaidou doesn’t respond.

 

“Nevermind,” he whispers, shaking his head slightly. Kuboyasu stares at him in confusion for a moment before rolling back over, facing away from him. Then his breath catches as he feels small arms close around his waist and weight on his back. He turns to find Kaidou looking up at him with wide eyes, smaller body pressed against him. Kuboyasu meets his eyes, scanning over his face, then leans closer over him. He hesitates, hovering a few centimeters above Kaidou’s face, eyes staring into a wide ruby gaze before catching on soft pink lips. 

 

He moves closer and their lips brush for a quick moment. Kaidou doesn’t lean away or make any attempt to escape, and Kuboyasu fully commits, collapsing on top of him and pushing him down to continue the kiss, but making sure to be gentle. He hears a soft squeak but then feels the boy smiling into his lips, hands grabbing onto his shirt in an attempt to pull him closer. Then Kuboyasu leans back for a moment, pressing their foreheads together, and Kaidou beams up at him. He looks adorable.

 

“Shun, I… I like you. A lot,” Kuboyasu murmurs with a smile, feeling the other’s breath warm on his cheek. 

 

“I- Yeah. Same.” And then they both lean in, eyes fluttering shut right as their lips are about to meet…

 

Kuboyasu wakes up, heart pounding. Fuck, not again! That dream is so dumb, too, I'd never do something like that in real life! He sighs, rubbing his eyes angrily. Then he feels something lying on his leg and touching his arm; turning, he sees fluffy hair just barely sticking out from under a blanket. Kaidou’s leg is on top of his, and he’s hugging Kuboyasu’s arm, face pressed against it under the blanket like it’s a pillow; he’s much closer than when they first fell asleep. Shun… He stares, the dream fresh in his mind, before shaking his head. That’d never happen; not now, anyways. But he can’t help wondering what real-life Kaidou’s lips would taste like, and how his small body would feel in his arms…

 

Ugh. Stop! He lies back down, squeezing his eyes shut and determined to fall asleep, but not even a minute later hears a small sob, closely followed by a second. Shifting, he turns to look at his friend, their bodies no longer touching as Kaidou rolls around restlessly under the blankets, arms no longer wrapped around Kuboyasu’s own, to his disappointment. “Shun?” He reaches a hand out, shaking the boy’s shoulder, but only gets a whine in response. Is he having a nightmare…?

 

“No…” Kaidou mumbles while Kuboyasu stares worriedly. “No. No!” His voice is louder now, rising to a yell that shatters the silence of the room.

 

Kuboyasu pushes himself up quickly, pushing the blankets away and moving closer to his friend. He isn’t sure exactly what’s going on, and concern laces his voice. “Shun, wake up.” But Kaidou obviously doesn’t hear him, lost in whatever’s going on in his unconscious mind. He rolls over, moving close to Kuboyasu, who’s crouching next to him and staring down. 

 

“No…” he says again, voice quieter this time as he presses his head against his friend’s leg. Kuboyasu’s heart hammers at the touch, but he places a hand on Kaidou’s back, rubbing circles. His other strokes soft blue hair gently while his head droops, wondering what’s going on and why he can’t just sleep in peace. Kaidou has calmed down slightly, but something is definitely still wrong.

 

Should I wake him up? But it was such a pain getting him to sleep in the first place… He sighs, looking down at the blue haired boy as he makes up his mind, but he doesn’t have to. Suddenly Kaidou sits bolt upright, shoving the blankets off himself. “Aren… Aren. No! Aren!”

 

Kuboyasu stares at him, confused and embarrassed as he watches his friend scan the room before red eyes round with fear meet his. He quickly finds his voice, breathing, “I’m here.” Kaidou throws himself at Kuboyasu for the second time tonight, clinging to him tightly and landing basically in his lap this time. Kuboyasu gasps, caught off guard and feeling his face heat up.

 

“W-what happened… A-Aren, y-you… D-Dark Reunion, they-” he breaks off with a sob. Kuboyasu squeezes his eyes shut, arms wrapping around his friend’s body, trying to think clearly and ignore their closeness.

 

“Shh, it was just a nightmare, you’re awake now. You’re safe. I’m here, I’m safe.” He feels Kaidou’s breathing slow as he calms down, taking slow, deep breaths, but not before a few tears wet his shirt. Kuboyasu just stares at the ground while he holds his friend in his arms; his fantasies can be annoying at worst, but nightmares that wake him up yelling and crying in the middle of the night? That’s really not healthy. I’ll have to keep an eye on him, is this a new thing or has it been happening? And why was he saying my name? 

 

“I-I’m okay now,” Kaidou says, trying to sound confident and assertive as he attempts to escape Kuboyasu’s arms, but he’s held still by the tightening of his grasp.

 

“Tell me what happened,” the purple haired boy murmurs, heart pounding at him being so close, but it feels so perfect, so right; just like earlier, though Kaidou got uncomfortable then. I should let him go…

 

“I’m fine! I don’t want to talk about it,” Kaidou yells suddenly, sounding very not fine, though he’s stopped struggling as much. But Kuboyasu doesn’t push him, humming as he just barely twirls soft hair between his fingers, unable to bring himself to unwrap his arms.

 

“Alright, you don’t have to if you don’t wanna. But you can tell me anything, Shun, please know that. I want to help.”

 

Kaidou doesn’t respond for a moment, but then goes limp in his arms with a sigh. “I know. I’m sorry, I can’t right now.” Kuboyasu moves slightly to rest his head on his shoulder, and Kaidou doesn’t react, for once not wearing his tough superhero facade. Kuboyasu’s pretty sure the boy only gets like this with him, when he’s honest about his feelings and allows himself to accept comfort. It’s a much softer, more intimate side of him, shown only when he’s alone with Kuboyasu, as far as he’s aware. He smiles, glad to know he’s trusted enough for this.

 

“Don’t apologize,” he chides gently, stroking his friend’s hair.

 

“Sorry… Wait! No!” Kaidou sits up slightly with a gasp.

 

“Shun! Oh my God, no more sorries!” Kuboyasu exclaims, laughing. Kaidou joins in.

 

“I'm trying, okay?” His voice is light and playful, sarcastic but not dry. They giggle together for a few more moments.

 

“I know, I know. I’m kidding, don’t worry,” Kuboyasu replies with a smile Kaidou can’t see. He tries not to think about how Kaidou is very obviously sitting in his lap now, having shifted to curl up with his face near Kuboyasu’s chest, arms around him; he seems even smaller than usual. Don’t fuck this up. This is perfect. Don’t you dare fuck this up. Kuboyasu moves his arms, using one to play with his friend’s hair and bringing the other around his waist. Kaidou doesn’t do anything to indicate his discomfort, so he figures it’s alright; if anything, he presses himself against Kuboyasu even more.

 

“Okay,” he whispers after a few moments.They sit there in the darkness and silence, but it’s comfortable. Somehow Kaidou isn’t scared of the dark, perhaps because he feels safe. He’s nestled in Kuboyasu’s arms between his crossed legs, a blanket thrown over them both. Kuboyasu leans into him, chin on his shoulder with his head resting against Kaidou’s, lips curving into a smile. This is perfect.

“Uh, Shun?” Kuboyasu asks, voice soft, breaking the silence.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“I… I like this. So don’t move. Let’s just stay like this a while, yeah?” He shifts slightly as he says this, barely nuzzling Kaidou’s shoulder. 

 

“Uh, o-okay.” Kaidou knows he should feel uncomfortable from this, and that it’d definitely be considered weird by others, but he doesn’t. In fact, he feels very comfortable. He feels safe and warm; he feels happy. Something similar happened earlier, and although it was also a bit strange, it was nice. Now he’s accepted that it’s alright, and he’s okay with this as long as Kuboyasu is. Even the darkness is bearable in Kuboyasu’s arms.

 

Kuboyasu is someone he can trust, so he’s fine acting like this; the ex delinquent won’t tell anyone about this, it’ll stay between them like always. But the real question is why he’s acting like this, this is not normal for him. Kuboyasu has never really been a touchy or cuddly person, definitely verbally affectionate, at least towards Kaidou, but this is a new level. Actually, when we first became close he was like this, too… 

 

The thought that Kuboyasu is naturally like this, that maybe he just refrains around Kaidou since he knows the boy doesn’t like physical affection, occurs. That makes Kaidou feel bad because he feels comfortable now, and enjoys this, so maybe he should’ve given it a chance. He just feels weird expressing or receiving affection towards people who he doesn’t actually love; however, he does love Kuboyasu, so it’s alright.

 

He squirms slightly, readjusting to look up at Kuboyasu, who opens his eyes, raising his head. “Hey,” he murmurs drowsily with a small smile. “What’s up?”

 

“I can’t sleep like this,” Kaidou replies. “Can- can you lie down with me.” He feels his face heat up, embarrassed, but Kuboyasu beaming down at him makes it worth it. Aren never asks me for what he wants, but he obviously likes this, so I’ll ask for him since he’s too scared! He helps me so much, this is the least I can do; even if it’s embarrassing, it makes him happy so it’s okay. If it was anyone else, I definitely wouldn’t allow this, but it’s Aren and I owe him, that’s all.

 

“‘Course!” His tone is enthusiastic now, laced with excitement and joy, and Kaidou frowns slightly; he sounds so happy, too happy, it’s kind of odd. But he shrugs it off, moving to lie down. The boy lies next to him, facing him, and moves close, enveloping Kaidou in his body without hesitation, making sure not to hold him too tightly. “You alright?”

 

Kaidou looks up, meeting his eyes, and nods. “Yeah.” He can feel Kuboyasu’s heartbeat; it’s unusually fast and he wonders what that’s about, but perhaps he’s just excited. Kaidou’s own heart is pounding, probably because he’s so nervous. Maybe Kuboyasu is, too, though he can’t imagine why he’d be, since he’s more comfortable with this and wanted it. 

 

“M‘kay, good. Sleep well.” The purple haired boy smiles gently, ruffling Kaidou’s hair, eyes lingering on him. “Wake me up if you have another nightmare or need anything.”

 

“I will,” Kaidou lies, feeling his heart drop as he remembers how they actually got in this situation. That’s like the third time I’ve woken him up, I think. Yeah, I won’t do it again. But that dream… He silently curses himself and his brain, but then is reassured by the thought of how strong Kuboyasu is- he’s never lost a fight, and Kaidou personally has seen him easily beat four people up by himself within a few seconds. He’s so strong, I’d have to unseal my powers to fight him. I hope it never comes to that, though. 

 

His thoughts are interrupted by a deep voice. “Hey, Shun?” Kuboyasu shifts, turning his head to look down and meet Kaidou’s eyes.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“I love you,” he murmurs, face lighting up with a grin. Kaidou feels his heart flutter, blushing; there’s something about his smile and his voice and their current setting and the words he’s saying and how he’s saying them that just makes him feel weak. He doesn’t understand the feeling, but it’s not bad. Their faces are close, a few centimeters away, and Kuboyasu’s eyes flit down to Kaidou’s lips very obviously, but somehow the boy doesn’t notice.

 

He beams back happily. “I love you, too, Aren! You’re awesome!” A hand trails down his back and he shivers involuntarily, staring at his friend, confused by his expression. “Are you okay?” Kuboyasu is just looking at him like he’s in a trance, lips pursed into a frown and eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He snaps out of it after hearing Kaidou speak, refocusing.

 

“O-oh, yeah. I’m fine,” he says, chuckling slightly and shaking his head. “I’m great.” But there’s something unspoken in his eyes, he looks almost sad.

 

“Are you sure?” Kaidou asks, feeling warm breath on his cheek but leaning in closer, concern etching his features. “You can tell me anything, too, you know.”

 

“I…” Kuboyasu stares at him, wishing there was light so he could see the details of Kaidou’s face up close. He swallows nervously, hoping Kaidou leaves him alone because if he keeps pushing it, he might do something he regrets.

 

“I can tell something’s bothering you, I’m your best friend.” Kaidou laughs softly, though it’s more to lighten the mood than anything.

 

“Right… best friend,” Kuboyasu whispers, staring into his eyes.

 

“Yeah. We are best friends, right?” Kaidou frowns, confused now. What’s this about? Does he not want to be friends anymore?

 

“‘Course.” His lips curve into the beginnings of a smile as he says this, though it looks forced, more like a grimace.

 

“Do- do you… Do you not want to be best friends anymore?” He expects to be met with an immediate ‘no’, but isn’t. Kuboyasu hesitates, eyes shifting away from Kaidou. “Aren? Look at me, please.”

 

He doesn’t. “I, uh… I do want to!”

 

“Then what’s wrong?” Kaidou asks. “You look so sad.”

 

Kuboyasu sighs, biting his lip, then takes a deep breath, looking extremely nervous. “I just- I want… I want to be more than best friends.” His voice shakes and he expects Kaidou to be angry or surprised, but the blue haired boy just laughs, body shaking in his arms. So dramatic! That was it?

 

“What are you talking about? We are more than best friends! We’re sworn friends, remember?” His tone is light, like he’s making a joke. Kuboyasu just stares at him, mouth hanging open slightly and face burning up, now thankful for the darkness. Then Kaidou’s expression shifts to hurt, voice quieter. “Wait, did you forget?” 

 

Kuboyasu blinks. “Oh. Right. No, I didn’t forget, I was just… testing you?” He’s lost his nerve now, and the end is posed like a question. Kaidou purses his lips, not believing him.

 

“You can be honest,” he says disappointedly, resting his head on his friend’s chest. “It’s okay if you forgot.”

 

“No, Shun, I didn’t mean it like that. You know I’m bad with words.” If Kuboyasu is surprised by the touch, he doesn’t show it. He just moves a hand up, stroking Kaidou’s hair and holding him close with his other arm. “And I just… With you here, like this, it’s makin’ me kind of awkward but… it’s nice, y’know? So I don’t want it to stop, and- Ugh, I’m rambling. I do like being best- sworn friends with you, it’s the best part of my life. And I like this, you’re soft and warm and cute and cuddly and just perfect in every way. So please never think I hate you or don’t want to be friends, because no matter what, I love you. I always will.”

 

Kaidou stares at him, wide-eyed. He’s still trying to register everything, and Kuboyasu looks nervous, not meeting his gaze and turning away. “Aren…” He trails off, unable to find the right words and instead just smiles, red dusting his cheeks. His heart hammers in his chest, but he’s not sure why. That means a lot… He’s so amazing, always so nice. Instead of thanking him, though, he shrieks, "Don’t call me cute!”

 

Kuboyasu rubs his ear gingerly, though he looks amused. “Did you have to yell?”

 

“Yes,” Kaidou replies smugly, meeting his eyes with a smirk.

 

“‘Course you did,” Kuboyasu sighs. “Why can’t I call you cute?” 

 

“Because I’m not! I’m the Jet Black Wings, I’m strong and tough! I could turn you to ash in an instant!” Kaidou brags, trying to look like it, but it doesn’t exactly work well when he’s in the other’s arms, and actually has the opposite effect.

 

“Yeah, yeah. You are strong and tough, but you’re also cute.” Kuboyasu taps Kaidou’s nose as he speaks, grinning.

 

Kaidou huffs, embarrassed, and closes his eyes for a moment, trying to brush it off with a smirk. “Hmph. T-that’s fine, I suppose.” He feels the other’s chest rumble with laughter and smiles despite himself. “Aren!” Kuboyasu meets his gaze, violet eyes sparkling, face warmed by a grin. Kaidou feels his heart flutter slightly. He’s really attractive, though. It’s unfair.  

 

A hand brushes his cheek. “No getting hyper again. Go back to sleep,” the purple haired boy says gently with a soft smile. Kaidou stares at him for a moment, then nods, shifting to get more comfortable. His friend’s arms around him loosen for a moment before he’s pulled close to Kuboyasu’s chest again. 

 

“What if I have another nightmare?” Kaidou whispers into his shirt, trying not to think about it. Usually he reacts worse to them and can’t go back to sleep at all, but with Kuboyasu, he feels better.

 

“Then you wake me up, and I’ll protect you,” comes the gentle response. “I promise.”

 

Kaidou squeezes his eyes shut, pushing himself closer and wrapping his arms around his friend. “Okay.” Maybe I can wake him up, if he really wants to help.

“Alright, love. Try to sleep now,” Kuboyasu murmurs softly, barely audible, obviously not meaning for Kaidou to hear. What did he just call me?! Kaidou doesn’t respond, eyes going wide. Still, it was probably nothing; he must’ve imagined it because Kuboyasu wouldn’t say something like that, it’s weird. Weird of me to imagine that, too, I need to sleep. It’s like being with Kuboyasu has made his anxiety evaporate. He relaxes into the strong arms, and soon his breathing begins to slow as he’s lulled to sleep by the steady rise and fall of his friend’s chest, happier than he’s been in a while.

Notes:

This isn't necessary to read I just wanted to write some of my thoughts out to help people better understand my ideas

ok so we know aren has anger issues, usually he can be reckless and doesn't think clearly. i believe that although we don't see it in the manga/anime, that also applies to other emotions (not just anger), and so he's also very reckless in terms of relationship stuff and often just does what he wants without thinking, and altho he gets embarrassed he doesn't care too much. he's also very loyal and i believe that if he fell in love with someone, he'd declare that he's devoted to them for life and do everything in his power to get in a relationship with them lol (hence the whole point of this fic LOL). he also just wants shun to love him back but shows as much affection as possible since if shun wont love him back then he'll at least show how much he loves him

alright and i think for shun he obviously gets very flustered very easily, but i also feel that since him and aren are close, he definitely feels more comfortable and if he enjoys it (even if its awkward) he'll do something like cuddling and then use the excuse that he's just doing it to make aren happy lol (this is all mentioned in the chapter but im saying it again cuz why not). also he's oblivious to aren's feelings bc this is a self indulgent fanfiction and i don't want to put actual effort into making everything make sense

Chapter 4

Notes:

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Kaidou yawns, rubbing his eyes. He squirms slightly, feeling a hand stroking his hair. The warmth of Kuboyasu’s body from last night is gone, only a few blankets cover him now and he feels oddly disappointed. “Mornin’, Shun. Feelin’ better?” Hearing the familiar voice, Kaidou blinks, rolling over before his eyes land on his friend. Kuboyasu’s sitting cross legged next to him, hunched over a notebook and sketching with his free hand.

 

“Oh. Yeah, I’m better. Good morning,” Kaidou replies, voice heavy with sleep. He pushes himself to his knees, stretching and leaning over Kuboyasu’s shoulder with another yawn. “What are you drawing?”

 

“I don’t know. Just making up a random character, I guess.” Kuboyasu shrugs, turning to meet his eyes. “How’d you sleep?”

 

Kaidou ignores the question, beaming down at the paper. “He looks so cool!! Aren, you’re so good at drawing, this is awesome!”

 

“Really? Thanks!” Kuboyasu grins back, dark eyes sparkling behind fake lenses. “Hey, actually, do you have any suggestions? I don’t really know how to do his hair and I need to detail his clothes more.” He gives the sketchbook to Kaidou, who stares at it thoughtfully, brows furrowed.

 

“Hmm… Maybe give him a side part here, and make it short… But have it covering his eye here kind of.” He points as he speaks, and Kuboyasu begins sketching the shape out.

 

“Like that?” he asks once he’s finished, holding the notebook higher so Kaidou can see better.

 

“Yeah!! And for the clothes, give him, like, a fancy white shirt, but baggy. Then add a crown!”

 

“Woah, slow down, give me a sec!” He moves the pencil furiously, quickly scribbling in details. “Like this? I’m not really sure how to draw crowns, and I didn’t know how to draw the shirt…” he says, frowning, after a few minutes.

 

Kaidou leans over, hands on Kuboyasu’s shoulders to balance himself, and stares down at the paper. “No, you did a good job! Seriously, you’re amazing!”

 

“Thanks,” Kuboyasu replies, grinning. “You can keep this, if you want.” He begins tearing the page out, ignoring Kaidou’s protests, and hands it to him. 

 

“But it’s your drawing! I can’t!” Kaidou objects, taking it anyways.

 

“Well, I’m giving it to you, so now it's yours.” Kuboyasu smiles, staring up at his friend and leaning his head onto the still-unbandaged hand. Kaidou stares at him for a moment, gaping.

 

“O-oh, thank you, I’ll, um, hang it up in my room!” Kaidou yanks his hands away, stumbling over his words nervously as his face heats up, heart pounding. Smiling awkwardly, he scoots away. That was weird… But he really is pretty, or handsome, whatever.

 

Kuboyasu looks disappointed but shakes it off. “‘Kay… Also, your phone was blowin’ up earlier, I think.” Immediately, Kaidou panics. Shit! “Pretty sure it was your mom ‘cause it was a lot of calls. Please tell me you actually had permission to come here, I don’t want her pissed at me.” 

 

He grabs his phone, turning away from his friend and scrolling through the notifications, panicking. There’s many texts and calls from his mom, along with a few from Yumehara and Aiura in a group chat they added him to, probably to continue last night’s discussion. “Oh, yeah, it’s her.” He laughs nervously, heart dropping. “O-of course I got permission…” But his face says it all and Kuboyasu groans.

 

“Shun! You know better than this, c’mon!” he scolds, shaking his head. “Okay, well, I guess we better go…” Sighing, he turns to face Kaidou, who’s staring at his phone fearfully and not responding, the color drained from his face. “I’ll walk you home, c’mon.” Kuboyasu stands, beginning to grab blankets to fold.

 

“I think that if I call her she’ll let me off, she’s probably just mad I didn’t tell her I was leaving.” His tone is hopeful, eyes wide. “It’s a Friday, I didn’t miss prep classes or anything, and we had no plans so I would’ve just been at home anyways.”

 

“Alright… Try not to get her any more mad, though.” Kaidou nods, tapping one of the notifications and calling her back.

 

“Hey, Mama, sorry I-”

 

He’s immediately interrupted. “Shun-baby! How dare you leave without telling me! Always call me before you go anywhere ! I don’t care that you’re hanging out with your friends, but I worry about you! You should know better than to wander off alone like that!”

 

“I-I know I just … Aren and I got into a fight at school and I had to see him… ” he trails off, voice small and scared, feeling Kuboyasu’s gaze on him. A hand lands on his shoulder, squeezing gently.

 

“Oh! That’s terrible! Did you find him?”

 

“ Yeah, we’re friends again now. Sorry I didn’t come home earlier… ”

 

She sighs on the other end of the phone. “It’s okay, just please tell me next time you disappear. Where are you right now?”

 

“Ask her if you can come over,” Kuboyasu whispers, and Kaidou nods.

 

“ Um, we’re at our hideout right now but I was wondering if I can go to his house? His dad wanted me to come over for something… ”

 

“Hideout? I’m sorry, please come home. You really worried me earlier, going off alone like that, and Toki was very sad when you weren’t home yesterday. You still have a responsibility as an older brother to him and Sora, you can hang out with your friend later,” she says sternly.

 

Kaidou lets out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding, having been let off lighter than he expected. “Okay, I know. Thanks.”

 

“Love you, Shun-baby! Stay safe.” 

 

“Bye, Mama.” He hangs up, looking at his friend sadly. “Well, I guess I’m going home.” Kuboyasu looks confused, though, lips pursed into a frown and brows furrowed. “What?”

 

“When did Dad say he wanted you to come over?”

 

“Oh, he drove me over here. I went to your house before and you weren’t there so he offered since he got mad at me for walking there alone,” Kaidou explains. “He said to tell you he had plans for the weekend and that I could come along, too, if I wanted.”

 

Now Kuboyasu looks angry. “You walked to my house alone ?! Shun, you can’t do that, do you know how dangerous that area is!? You could’ve gotten mugged, or worse!” As he’s yelling, his friend grows paler. He’s right, but…

 

“I just wanted to see you… ” Kaidou whispers, trembling. His eyes begin to water, usually he’s fine when people yell at him but it’s so much worse when it’s Kuboyasu.

 

“Hey, don’t cry… Listen to me, never do that again. Ever. I don’t want you to get hurt.” As he speaks, Kuboyasu stares intensely into his eyes, seizing him by the shoulders. “Shun! Promise?”

 

Kaidou hiccups, wiping his eyes roughly, heart pounding. He’s so scary! “ Y-yeah. I promise . ”

 

“Okay, good. Sorry, I just… I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you, especially if it was my fault.” He moves back, turning his head away and biting his lip as he drops his arms. He seems to have remembered why Kaidou actually went over, and how right now they’d both probably be lying in bed, depressed and too scared to talk to each other, if Kaidou hadn’t found him.

 

“I-it’s okay.” Kaidou glances at him. “Should we get going?” he asks, eager to change the subject.

 

“Yeah.” They both stand, taking a few moments to tidy up the room before heading outside. It’s chilly, but not as cold as yesterday, thankfully; the walk is uneventful, and even just small talk is nice. Their shoulders keep brushing, and Kaidou begins to wonder if Kuboyasu is doing it on purpose, but he doesn’t object; each time it happens he feels happier, and there’s a strange lightness in his chest.

 

Finally, they arrive at the Kaidou household and ring the doorbell. Kaidou waves at his siblings through the window as they begin unlocking the door from the inside. A hand pats his head, ruffling his hair, and he looks up in surprise to see Kuboyasu smiling at him.

 

“Sorry, your hair’s really soft,” he whispers, pink dusting his cheeks. Kaidou feels his own face heat up, heart hammering, Kuboyasu has been touching his hair a lot, now that he thinks about it, but it feels nice and makes him happy, so it’s alright. As he opens his mouth to respond, the door swings wide and Toki rushes towards him, hugging his legs.

 

“Yay! You’re home!” He looks up at Kuboyasu with wide, hopeful eyes a few moments later. “Is Kubo-san staying, too?” Kuboyasu is actually surprisingly good with kids; he doesn’t have any siblings of his own, but comes over to Kaidou’s house often enough to know Toki and Sora pretty well. Toki loves him like a second older brother, always eager to spend time with him and Kaidou, and even has somewhat of a nickname for him.

 

“Sorry, Toki, I have to go. I’ll come over sometime next week, ‘kay? Take care of Shun for me,” he says, winking and smiling at Toki, who nods eagerly, ignoring his brother’s protests.

 

“Wha- I don’t need protecting! I’m the Jet Black Wings, don’t listen to him!” he exclaims, glaring at Kuboyasu, who smirks in return.

 

Toki looks between them, slightly confused. “He has a good point, he’s a lot more powerful than me. Are you sure I need to take care of him?”

 

“No, you don-”

 

“Yes, of course! Even the strongest need help sometimes.” Here, he slings an arm over Kaidou’s shoulder, restraining a smile as the boy shoves him off.

 

“Hurry up, it’s cold outside,” Sora complains, and they all look at her like they’d forgotten she was there.

 

Kaidou hesitates for a moment before speaking, knowing he can’t possibly compound everything he wants to say right now in this little time frame- not that he would in front of his siblings. “Right. Bye, Aren! Thanks for walking me home.” He meets eyes with Kuboyasu, grinning, and the other smiles softly.

 

“No problem, see ya. Bye, Sora. Toki, remember what I said.” The little boy gives him a thumbs up, and Kuboyasu turns, walking away. A few seconds later, he waves once more and shouts, “Text me, Shun!” over his shoulder. 

 

“I will!” Kaidou watches him leave, staring as he walks away. He fights the urge to run after him and beg him to stay, instead standing at the door and sighing sadly. I miss him already. He’s so amazing. And last night-

 

“Well? Are you coming inside?” Sora demands, annoyed, and he jumps, turning to face her.

 

“Oh! Sorry.” Kaidou glances over his shoulder once more before finally going inside, wondering why he feels so empty. He sighs again, looking down at the ground. I wish Aren was still here.

 

Ignoring his sister’s concerned glance, he heads upstairs to his room, figuring his mom will come talk to him later, and really just wanting to be alone. Well, alone with Kuboyasu, though that won’t happen. He’s not sure where this sudden sadness is coming from, but it has to end before it takes root and ruins his whole weekend. Kaidou flops onto his bed, crawling under the blankets and deciding to take a nap: the perfect way to solve any problem.

 

He closes his eyes, curling up around his pillow, but it doesn’t feel right. It feels strange without the warm body holding him from last night; it feels lonely. Wow, I miss him so much. To think that lying with him like that was so nice… It’s weird, but I want it again. 

 

Suddenly, his phone buzzes. Aren!? But it’s just Yumehara. Sighing, he shuts his phone back off, setting it down next to him and closing his eyes again. Then it buzzes again, and more times in rapid succession. “What the hell?” he mutters, grabbing it and seeing the notifications are all from Yumehara and Aiura. 

 

-SHUN

 

-KAIDOU

 

-SHUN!!

-WAKE UP

-please

-we’re gonna help you with getting kuboyasu-kun a gf like u wanted

-miko said she's in

 

-hell yeah! hes hot ;)

 

-MIKO

-ignore her shun

 

-pls im just being honest

-anyways kaidou wya

 

Kaidou curses under his breath, not in the mood to deal with this right now. Yes, Yumehara is great, but they’ve only been ‘together’ for a day and he’s already beginning to learn that she’s a bit too much sometimes. But they continue to spam him until he has no choice but to respond.

 

-why do you guys text so much??

 

-are u mad?

 

-no just tired

 

-sorry

-anyways yeah miko wants to help!!

-wait can we all facetime?

 

-ooh yesssss!!

 

Kaidou groans and begins typing out ‘cant rn sorry’ but the call shows up before he finishes and he has to accept it. A second later, bubbly voices shatter the peaceful quiet of his room. “Shun! Hi!” They both wave at him, smiling, through the camera, and he gives an awkward closed lip smile.

 

“Hey, I can’t really talk right now, sorry…” he says, trailing off and hoping they won’t get too mad. I just cannot deal with this right now. They’re too much. He watches their expressions morph to sadness and confusion.

 

“What? Why not?!” Complaints flood through and he rubs his temple, already feeling a headache on its way.

 

“I wasn’t home yesterday and my mom wants me to study for a few extra hours now,” he half-lies with a shrug, attempting to act as disappointed as they are.

 

“Oh. It’s okay.”

 

“Damn, your mom seems pretty strict!” Aiura exclaims, though she doesn’t seem all that surprised.

 

“Yeah, she is,” Kaidou replies bluntly. There’s awkward silence for a moment.

 

“Well! We’ll leave you to that, I guess. Have fun!” Yumehara is just sitting there quietly with a sad expression and Aiura covers for her, speaking a little too loudly. She winks. “Chiyopipi and I will plan this out by ourselves! We don’t need help!” 

 

It takes a few seconds, but Yumehara looks up and smiles. “Oh, right! Yeah!” 

 

Kaidou nods awkwardly. “Okay… I’ll go, then. Bye.”

 

“Cya!”

 

“Bye!”

 

He hangs up and the room is quiet again. Sighing with relief, he lies back down. Is letting them handle this by themselves really a good idea? Probably not, but whatever, I don’t care too much. There’s not anything to really ‘plan’ in the first place, so they can’t screw up that badly. He sends a quick text to Kuboyasu, just a simple ‘hiii!’, then closes his eyes, setting his phone down. 

 

I’m not even tired, why am I trying to sleep? Rubbing his eyes, he sits back up before standing a moment later. Might as well do something productive. When he gets downstairs, he heads over to his mom’s office where she spends most of her time- she doesn’t have any sort of job, but still believes studying is important, even as an adult. “Mama?”

 

She looks up from a book. “I figured you’d come say hello soon.”

 

“Yeah. I just wanted to make sure you knew I was home. I’m going to go study now, I think,” he replies, leaning on the door frame slightly.

 

“Alright, good. Make sure to do a few pages of that textbook I bought you the other day.”

 

“Of course,” Kaidou says, emotions expertly hidden. “Thank you.” He doesn’t wait for a response, grabbing snacks and water from the kitchen before taking the stairs back to his room. Studying isn’t all that bad, it can be relaxing sometimes, but doing it for hours upon hours everyday like his mom expects is exhausting. 

 

He sits at his desk, making sure to grab the new textbook and a pencil. Math. Groaning, he tucks his knees up to his chest and begins to work on a page left mostly finished from a few days before, not even bothering with music so he won’t get distracted. I’ll be finished in a few hours, then I’ll call Aren, he should be free by then.

 

Aren… For some reason, he can’t stop thinking about his friend. Maybe he does need music because the only thing going on in his head is flashbacks to last night, specifically the feeling of Kuboyasu’s body around him and how uncharacteristically soft his voice was when he said Kaidou’s name. He sighs, blankly solving an equation, running through the familiar steps with no thought at all.

 

How it felt to be lying against his chest… To be in his arms. Shaking his head, Kaidou drops his pencil with a clatter. What the hell is wrong with me? Last night was definitely something new, he’s not usually big on physical touch and has never experienced anything like that, that must be it. Yeah. I don’t react well to change, to be honest. 

 

He picks the pencil back up. One question left on this page, then three more pages, then all he has left is schoolwork, which is easy, and he’s already done most of it. Come on, focus! Taking a moment to clear his mind, he starts writing again, only to be interrupted by a buzz from his phone. Don’t check it, you have to study! He grabs it anyways, beaming when he sees who the notification is from.

 

-Hey Shun!

 

Aren! Screw it.

 

-:D

-can we call? i have to study but its boring :(

 

-Sure I’m walking rn tho, I’ll probably have to hang up when I get home

 

-k thats fine

 

He accepts the call a second later, putting it on speaker so he can continue working. “Hi!”

 

“Yo, what’s up?” Kuboyasu asks. His voice is warm and immediately makes Kaidou feel better.

 

“Not much, just studying. My mom got me this new textbook so she’s making me do extra work, it’s so annoying!” he complains, finishing the final problem and turning the page. 

 

“Ah, that sucks, sorry. How much do you have left?”

 

“Only like three pages, I think? Then I just have school work since I already did my work for prep classes earlier this week, so it should only take a few hours.”

 

Kuboyasu sighs, and Kaidou can hear him move the phone. “I still don’t understand how you survive with that much work, I’m dying just with normal school. You’re awesome, Shun, and super smart.” Kaidou blushes at the compliments, smiling.

 

“No, not really, I’m just used to it. You never did your school work before coming to PK, so this is all still kind of new for you, right? Actually caring about school and all, I mean,” he points out.

 

“I guess, though I’ve been at PK for a while now. Still, I’m sure having to do all that is very time consuming.”

 

“Yeah, and boring.” They fall into a comfortable silence for a moment. “It’s more fun with you, though,” Kaidou says happily, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

 

“Aw, thanks!” Kuboyasu replies, and Kaidou can practically see him grinning as he speaks.

 

But he doesn't respond, an idea sparking. That’s perfect! “Actually, we should start studying together! It’d be fun, then my mom might let you come over more often!”

 

Kuboyasu beams on the other side of the phone. “Really?! You’d want to do that?”

 

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?” Kaidou asks, confused.

 

“Well, because you’d have to help me, and it might be distracting,” the other replies, sounding less enthusiastic than before.

 

“Dude, it’s fine, I like helping you,” Kaidou laughs. “Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

 

“Oh. Okay, great!” Kuboyasu exclaims, excited again.

 

“Turn around, come back, she’ll let you stay over if we work,” Kaidou says. Kuboyasu laughs for a moment, then realizes his friend is being totally serious.

 

“Shun! I can’t just ‘turn around’, I told Dad I’d be home! Plus, I don’t want to do homework right now and that’s more walking, my house is right here!” he exclaims, surprised. 

 

“Yeah, well, run then! I’m sure your dad will be fine with it, he doesn’t really care that much, right? And it won’t be bad, I’ll help you.” Kuboyasu sighs.

 

“No, but-”

 

Kaidou grins. “See, you’re fine! Come on, please!” 

 

“I don’t know,'' Kuboyasu says doubtfully. “But you’re bein’ cute, so…” Kaidou feels his face heat up, but doesn’t object for once.

 

“Is that a yes?” All he gets is another soft laugh in response. “Arennnn!”

 

“Shunnnn!” he mimics.

 

Kaidou pouts. “Fine, maybe I don’t want you to come over!”

 

Kuboyasu smiles on the other end of the phone. “Yeah, sure. Tell you what, I’ll see if I can go over later, ‘kay? I just got home, it feels like I haven’t been here for a while.”

 

“Okay!” Kaidou replies happily. “Wait, you’re home? Are you gonna hang up?” He sounds disappointed.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Nooooo!” he whines. “Don’t!”

 

“When did you get so clingy?” Kuboyasu asks, trying to feign annoyance despite his tone being affectionate.

 

“I’m not clingy!” Kaidou exclaims, only to receive a chuckle. If I keep talking, he won’t hang up!

 

“Yeah, you are!”

 

“I’m not!”

 

Kuboyasu sighs. “If you’re not clingy then you’ll let me hang up.” But he sounds reluctant, like he doesn’t want to hang up, either.

 

“Don’t leave me, Aren, Dark Reunion will get you!”

 

“I can take care of myself, don’t worry, Jet Black Wings . Finish your work, I’ll see you in a few hours!” Then he laughs once more and hangs up, cutting off Kaidou’s screech. The room goes quiet, and Kaidou realizes then that he hasn’t been working. Oops. But Kuboyasu called him the Jet Black Wings, and even if it was a joke, it still makes him happy, so it’s not all bad; also, he’s coming over later. Kaidou’s lips curve into a grin. I could never spend too much time with him, he’s amazing.

 

As he begins scribbling down equations again, his thoughts remain on his friend, just like before their call. I wonder if he’ll be able to stay the night. Probably not, since he stayed at the base with me last night, but maybe… It really was nice, even if it felt weird, to be with him like that. He finds himself hoping it’ll happen again, that maybe Kuboyasu will hold him close and play with his hair while they fall asleep together, laughing softly at the jokes Kaidou makes even though they aren’t very funny.

 

What even is this obsession with him? I’ve never felt this before. Oh, maybe it’s because I realized how much I need him after that fight? That was terrible, to be honest, I guess it really put everything into perspective. But that doesn’t really explain it… Ah, whatever. He shakes his head, as long as Kuboyasu makes him happy it’s fine. Oh well, better get back to work.

Chapter 5

Notes:

Sorry this is late, I usually try to update Wednesdays/Thursdays but I wrote a full chapters worth then deleted it on Wednesday/Thursday so I'm posting late since I don't wanna get behind lmao. Enjoy :D

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Ten missed calls. That’s what Kuboyasu has when he leaves the garage, exhausted and sweaty from working on his bike for hours, and sees that he left his phone on the counter. Shit! I completely forgot about Shun! He grabs it, face heating up and heart dropping as he skims through all the texts from Kaidou, asking where he is and if he’s coming over and if he’s okay or if something happened and Dark Reunion did actually get him. The final text is just his name followed by a sad face made with a colon and parenthesis, sent two hours ago, and it makes his heart break.

 

Biting his lip, he checks the time to see it’s about six pm: he was supposed to be there four hours ago! How do I manage these things? God, he’s going to be so mad! This is what happens when he works with bikes, it’s like time and reality just cease to exist, and somehow he forgot about the one person he can never get out of his head. He quickly calls Kaidou, and the phone is picked up immediately. “Aren!?”

 

“Hey,” Kuboyasu replies hesitantly.

 

“What- Where were you? Are you okay? Can you still come over? Will-” 

 

Kuboyasu interrupts the flood of questions. “I was workin’ on my bike and left my phone inside…” he says hesitantly. Kaidou is quiet for a few seconds, so he adds, “But I can come over after I shower!”

 

“Oh my God! I seriously thought something had happened, don’t do that! You- ugh! Never do that again!” His voice cracks on the last part, and he takes a shaky breath.

 

“You knew I was home, though… Why were you so worried?” Kuboyasu asks, confused.

 

“It’s not like you to disappear like that!” Kaidou shouts, sounding desperate now. His voice trembles. “You said you’d be over soon, then you just never got here… I- I thought you had gotten in an accident or something on the way over. You really scared me ,” he says, voice dropping to a whisper.

 

Kuboyasu recoils, eyes widening. “Shun… I’m so sorry. Look, I’m gonna go shower real fast, then I’ll ride over, ‘kay? I’m really sorry for worryin’ you like that.”

 

“Okay. You have to stay over later, though, because you forgot about me,” Kaidou says smugly, trying to lighten the mood; he can’t stay mad for long, especially at Kuboyasu. 

 

His friend sighs, but he’s smiling. “‘Course. I’ll stay as long as you want.” He truly feels guilty that he forgot about Kaidou, and now is looking for any way to make it up to him- if this is it, then it’s definitely worth it.

 

“Perfect! You’re staying overnight, then!” Kaidou exclaims happily.

 

Kuboyasu hesitates despite how happy he feels. “You sure your mom is okay with that? I mean, I want to, but-”

 

“Yeah! I already asked earlier,” Kaidou says sheepishly, cutting him off. Kuboyasu shakes his head, grinning. Of course he did.

 

“Alright, then,” he laughs. “I’ll go shower right now, should be there in about twenty minutes.”

 

“Bye!”

 

“See ya.” When he hangs up, Kuboyasu bites his lip to hold a smile back, heart fluttering. This is awesome, another night with Shun! 

 

He quickly showers and changes, throwing a loose jacket over a tank top and pants, before packing a small bag and heading out. If he spent a little more time than normal styling his hair in the mirror, it’s nobody’s business. When he arrives at Kaidou’s house a few minutes later, he parks his motorcycle in the street, glancing back anxiously as he walks up to the door; he’ll have to ask to move it to the garage so it doesn’t get stolen. 

 

Sending a quick text to Kaidou, he knocks on the door. The sound of footsteps thumping down the stairs is audible and he chuckles to himself, catching sight of his friend running over through the window. The boy beams at him and unlocks the door, throwing it open. “Aren, you’re here!”

 

“I am! Hi!” He smiles softly, looking down at Kaidou, and meets his eyes, pink dusting his cheeks. “Oh, can I move my bike to the garage?”

 

“Yeah, hang on, I’ll go open it. Have you eaten yet?” he asks.

 

“No.”

 

“Mama just finished dinner, she made extra since you were coming, so we can eat after.” He turns, heading inside for a moment before emerging with a remote and opening the garage. “There.” He follows Kuboyasu out and they chat while the purple haired boy moves his motorcycle.

 

“So, what’s the plan? Why’d you want me to come over so bad?” he asks, glancing over at his friend after finishing pushing the bike inside.

 

“Well, there’s not really a reason…” Kaidou mumbles, trailing off and fiddling with a cross charm on the choker he’s wearing.

 

Kuboyasu raises an eyebrow. “Huh, really?”

 

“Mhm. I just wanted to see you!” the other replies with a smile, face lighting up as their eyes meet.

 

“And you say you aren’t clingy,” Kuboyasu says, frowning and shaking his head though his heart is fluttering.

 

“I’m not!” Kaidou screeches at him, receiving a chuckle in response.

 

“Not what?” a new voice asks, and they turn around to see Sora standing by the door.

 

“O-oh. Nothing.” Kaidou moves an arm up to scratch his neck, laughing nervously.

 

She just sighs in annoyance. “Whatever. You left the door open, by the way.”

 

“Shun, wow ,” Kuboyasu says in the same disappointed tone, shaking his head and crossing his arms. “I expected better.”

 

“Shut up!” Sora snaps, glaring at him. 

 

He backs away, putting his hands up in front of his face innocently and not even bothering to hide his grin. “Damn, sorry.” 

 

She just sighs. “Come on, food’s ready,” she mutters, leaving them outside alone. They exchange a smirk and start snickering.

 

“She’s in a bad mood today,” Kaidou whispers, as if it wasn’t already obvious.

 

Kuboyasu laughs slightly. “I can tell. She’s right, though, let’s eat.” He closes the door behind them, slipping his shoes off as Kaidou locks it, and they head over to the kitchen where Toki, Sora, and Mrs. Kaidou are already seated.

 

“Kuboyasu, nice of you to finally join us.” Glancing over at Mrs. Kaidou, he sees her gripping an ecstatic Toki, who’s squirming in an attempt to escape.

 

“Thank you for making dinner for me,” he replies, dipping his head and gritting his teeth while he glares at the ground. She’s such a bitch. But I have to be polite so she doesn’t hate me any more than she already does, I need to be able to see Shun.

 

“Of course. Just common etiquette,” she says, although it sounds like she’s barely holding back adding ‘like being on time.’ He nods, taking a seat next to Kaidou, who elbows him with a discreet smile; Kuboyasu flashes him a small grin back. “So, what made you come over? You and Shun-baby spent all day together yesterday.”

 

He hides another smile at the nickname, seeing Kaidou’s face redden out of the corner of his eye. “Oh, well, not really. I wanted to see Toki, too.” He smiles at the younger boy, who beams but doesn’t move or speak, held still by a glare from his mother.

 

“Hm, okay.” She takes a few spoonfuls of soup, and Kuboyasu does the same, casting a glance sideways to see Kaidou eating with a forced neutral face. Sora and Toki wear the same careful expression, and he wonders if it’s always like this when people come over and they’re used to it. “Well, we’re glad to have you,” Mrs. Kaidou says politely. Yeah, sure.

 

“Thanks. You always make the best food, by the way,” he adds. Compliments never hurt, and it’s not a lie: her cooking is delicious; as a cook himself, he can appreciate it.

 

She cracks a small smile. “Thank you.” She doesn’t speak anymore, for once seemingly exhausted of her usual judgemental or school-related questions. The rest of them stay silent as well; it’s pretty awkward, but also nice to not have to talk. Anyways, Kuboyasu never eats at a table with his family, so this situation is kind of odd for him in the first place.

 

When everyone’s done eating, they go their separate ways, Toki tagging along with Kaidou and Kuboyasu to both their dissappointments. They love him, but right now want to be alone. “Kubo-san, why’d you take so long to get here?! We were waiting for so long!”

 

Kaidou smirks at him and Kuboyasu sighs inwardly, feeling even worse. “I got distracted workin’ on my bike, sorry.”

 

“Oh, can I see it? You rode it over here, right? You said I could see it one time, but you’ve never shown me!” he whines, and Kuboyasu has to bite a smile back at how similar he is to his brother.

 

“I don’t know… How about you remind me in the morning, and I’ll show you then, maybe even take you on a short ride?” Kaidou stares at him with huge eyes, shaking his head rapidly, but it’s too late.

 

“Yes!! Yes, please! I’ll remind you, I promise!” Toki beams at him, and Kuboyasu winces, shooting his friend an apologetic glance.

 

“‘Kay,” he replies, smiling back nervously.

 

“Hey, Toki, why don’t you go find Sora? We have something to do,” Kaidou interjects, causing the little boy to shift his now-confused gaze to him.

 

“Why? What do you have to do?”

 

Kaidou leans in, gesturing for Toki to do the same. “Don’t tell anyone, but it’s a secret meeting. Dark Reunion is growing stronger, we need to find a way to destroy them once and for all,” he whispers, looking around anxiously while he speaks, like he’s scared someone is watching them.

 

His little brother’s eyes widen, mouth opening in shock. “No! You’re the coolest big brother ever! I’ll go, thank you for protecting us all!” And just like that, he’s gone, running off to find his sister. Kaidou just gives Kuboyasu a thumbs up and grin, receiving a light-hearted head shake in response.

 

An angry,“Shuuuun!!” is heard a few seconds later. The boys burst out laughing, but thankfully Sora doesn't march over to yell at them anymore. Kaidou stands up to close the door and turn off the lights, instead just leaving a lamp on. 

 

“Sorry for telling Toki I’d let him on my bike. It’ll be fine, though!” Kuboyasu says confidently, despite feeling anxious. He’s confident in his motorcycle driving skills, of course, but having a seven-year-old makes it somewhat stressful.

 

“Yeah, it better be. Hopefully he’ll forget, but if he doesn’t, you’re only doing it if Mama and Sora are gone, though,” Kaidou replies, shooting him a look that has the beginnings of a smile, but still borders strict. 

 

“‘Course, I don’t plan on being yelled at anytime soon.” The blue haired boy laughs at this and Kuboyasu smiles softly. Fuck, his laugh is so adorable! God, he’s so cute and has no idea…

 

“So, what do you want to do?” Kaidou asks, crawling on his bed and turning to face Kuboyasu. Honestly, I don’t care as long as I’m with him. 

 

He shrugs. “Whatever you want.”

 

Kaidou blinks at him. “Dude, sit.” He pats a spot next to himself, and Kuboyasu takes it, making sure not to get too close and biting his lip as he remembers the promise he made to himself earlier. Be careful, Aren. Don’t do anything weird, no touching, no ‘I love you’s, no nothing. He’s gonna hate you, or be uncomfortable. It sounds like hell- especially after getting a glimpse of what could be, what he wants- last night, but he can do it.

 

He hears a quiet sigh and turns to look at his friend. “What’s wrong?”

 

Kaidou meets his eyes. “Oh, nothing, sorry.” He sounds sad, though, leaning backwards to rest his head on his pillow. “Do you want to watch a movie?” It’s an abrupt change of subject, but Kuboyasu accepts it, not wanting to seem pushy.

 

“Sure. Any ideas?” he asks. The boy hesitates for a moment, then nods.

 

“Don’t make fun of me, but… Do you like Disney movies?” Kuboyasu looks at him, eyebrows raised, and Kaidou looks away, shaking his head. “Nevermind, you probably don’t, they’re foreign and childish-”

 

“No, Shun, they aren’t,” Kuboyasu says firmly, then frowns. “Well, they are foreign, but not childish. I’ll watch some if you want,” he corrects himself after a quick pause.

 

“Really?!” Kaidou beams at him, wide eyed, and he smiles back giddily, heart fluttering. Holy shit. How is he so fucking cute?  

 

“‘Course. I’ve never watched any before, though.” 

 

“It’s fine. Okay, I’ll go get my tablet, stay here,” Kaidou says, standing.

 

“Wait, we aren’t gonna watch downstairs?” Kuboyasu asks, slightly worried. If they watch it on a small tablet, that means they’d have to be close, probably touching, and that can’t happen. Downstairs there’s a large sofa- multiple, actually- with plenty of space, as well as a TV, so that’d be better.

 

Kaidou just frowns at him. “I mean, we can if you want… But I wanted to watch up here.”

 

“Why?” Kuboyasu inquires, confused and somewhat curious.

 

Kaidou blinks, blushing slightly. “I’d rather be alone with you,” he says softly with a small smile. “That’s why I sent Toki away.” 

 

I can’t say no to that! Kuboyasu grins back at him. “Alright. Be fast.” Kaidou nods and turns to leave, shooting another smile over his shoulder before closing the door. 

 

A minute later, he’s back, throwing the door open and out of breath. “Had to run… Sora saw…”

 

Kuboyasu stares at him. “How are you tired from that?!” he exclaims, holding back a smile as the boy flops down beside him. “Also, lying down won’t help, you’re closin’ your lungs.”

 

Kaidou just reaches an arm out to grab Kuboyasu’s leg. He flinches slightly but Kaidou doesn’t seem to notice, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Aren, I think… This is the end, I’m not gonna make it… Please defeat Dark Reunion for me,” he whispers dramatically, then goes limp and pretends to die, though it’s not convincing at all since he’s still struggling for breath. 

 

Kuboyasu stares at him for a few moments, holding back a smile, then pokes him in the stomach, hard. Kaidou squeaks, opening his eyes and glaring at him. “Hey!” 

 

The purple haired boy just smirks back. “Sorry, thought you were dead.” Kaidou shakes his head in disappointment, lying on his back with an exaggerated sigh and holding the tablet up over his face while he finds the movie. “So, what are we watching?”

 

“Treasure Planet. It’s my favorite, it’s awesome!” He glances at his friend with a cute grin. “The most underrated Disney movie ever, it lost a lot of money but that’s because the critics and movie industry are dumb and…” He starts rambling about his opinions on various Disney movies and how he thinks they should’ve performed versus how they actually did, talking to the ceiling though his eyes are on his friend.

 

Kuboyasu just watches him happily, lips curved into a smile and nodding along like he understands what he’s talking about despite having absolutely no clue; Kaidou’s even more adorable than usual when he gets excited over something, and this is no exception. Finally, though, he seems to have run out of things to say, simply ending with, “Well, let’s start the movie. You’ll like it, I hope.”

 

He stands his tablet up on the bed so they can lie down comfortably and rolls onto his stomach under the blanket, chin resting on his arms. He keeps glancing sideways at Kuboyasu, who’s acutely aware of the distance between them. I can’t touch him. I can’t touch him. He repeats the words like a chant, as if by touching his friend even slightly, his life is over. “Aren? Can you even see from there?” Kaidou asks suddenly.

 

“What?” Kuboyasu meets his eyes, heart racing. Shit, he noticed…  

 

“Can you see from there? You’re so far away,” the boy repeats, confused.

 

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” Kuboyasu lies, forcing a small smile.

 

Kaidou still looks doubtful, brows furrowed. “You’re on the edge, though. Here, I’ll move over a bit.” He does, and Kuboyasu awkwardly scoots over a little, too. He frowns, not seeming satisfied. “Actually, stay still.”

 

“‘Kay…?” Kuboyasu freezes, eyes following his friend- Kaidou’s face is red, and he purses his lips, as if anxious. Then Kuboyasu feels a leg brush his own, and watches as the boy pushes himself closer; Kaidou’s elbow comes to settle right next to Kuboyasu’s so they’re touching.

 

Kaidou moves the tablet over so it’s between them and both can see, then finally meets his eyes, flashing him a nervous yet goofy smile. “There!”

 

Kuboyasu’s expression changes to one of pleasant surprise as he realizes that this means that the boy wanted to touch him and be closer. So maybe he doesn’t think it’s weird? Heart hammering, he feels his friend shift even closer, to where he’s pressed against Kuboyasu’s side; Kaidou keeps his eyes on the screen, though, seemingly unaware of what he just did even though it was obviously intentional. 

 

It was intentional, right? How would it not be? More importantly, what does this mean? Does he like me, or is it something else? But why would he do this, he hates touch! Well, except for last night, but I don’t know what was up with that… Kuboyasu stares, mind reeling. Ah, fuck this! God damn useless rules! He finally relaxes, pressing himself against Kaidou and resting his head against the boy’s arm.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see his friend smile slightly and feels him lean his own head against Kuboyasu’s, only to flinch away. “Take your glasses off,” he complains, ruining the moment and cutting through their comfortable silence.

 

Kuboyasu glances sideways at him, dumbfounded. “What? Why?” Kaidou blinks at him like he’s an idiot.

 

“Because they hurt.” He doesn’t wait for a response, plucking the glasses off Kuboyasu’s face and setting them aside. “And your eyes are pretty,” Kaidou adds with a grin, blushing slightly. 

 

Kuboyasu’s own cheeks heats up. “So are you. Wait, I mean- Fuck!” He cringes, face burning and feeling his friend’s wide-eyed gaze on him as he squeezes his eyes shut, ignoring him and distracted by the rush of oncoming thoughts. Why’d I say that, I want to fucking die, God, he’s gonna hate me so much, what if he thinks I’m weird and we aren’t friends anymore-

 

“Did you just call me pretty?” Kaidou asks, interrupting his thoughts, a small smile to his voice and sounding like he’s genuinely curious, brows furrowed.

 

Kuboyasu blinks, he’s not angry? “What? No! I mean, you are, if you want to be, but-”

 

A hand touches Kuboyasu’s shoulder and he flinches slightly, eyes flitting over to it. “Aren? It’s just a compliment, you’re overreacting,” Kaidou interrupts. “Clearly you can’t, but I can handle compliments,” he says smugly, lifting his chin and pointing to himself with a confident grin.

 

“Ah, r-right.” What is this? Why can’t I speak, what the hell? Gritting his teeth, he takes a deep breath. “Sorry.” He doesn’t exactly know what he’s apologizing for, but it seems necessary.

 

They meet eyes and Kaidou smiles at him softly. “It’s okay.” Looking into his eyes, Kuboyasu’s heart speeds up as he returns the smile nervously. He feels vulnerable without his glasses, having grown so used to them over time. 

 

“‘Kay, good.” They both settle down again, and Kaidou leans his head against Kuboyasu’s without being annoyed by his glasses this time, rewinding the movie a bit since neither were paying attention. “Wait, so you’re okay with being called pretty? Even though it’s feminine or whatever?” Kuboyasu asks suddenly. Shit, wait, why am I bringing this up again? 

 

“Yeah, I guess. I-I mean, nobody’s ever called me that before, but it’s okay,” Kaidou replies, voice high pitched and shaky. That’s right, he gets flustered easily, especially by talking about this sort of stuff. And he was making fun of me! He’s just fine with compliments ‘cause I’m a guy and he’s probably not gay. 

 

“Alright,” Kuboyasu murmurs, voice quieter now. The realization weighs heavily on him, heart dropping. But… He’s literally a gay stereotype. Not that stereotypes are always accurate, I shouldn’t believe them, but he just seems like he is… Still, if he is, he doesn’t like me.

 

“A-are you?” Kaidou asks awkwardly, interrupting his thoughts and clearly having no idea what to say.

 

“Mhm. It’s nice,” Kuboyasu replies. Especially from you, he adds silently. You should call me pretty.

 

But his friend doesn’t, and his heart drops. “That’s cool.” The room descends into silence, the only sound being the movie, which neither are really paying attention to despite how much Kaidou hyped it up. They stay like this, leaning into each other with their heads together, both wearing soft smiles they think the other can’t see.

 

It’s different from last night, but somehow just as nice. Of course, Kuboyasu’s heart is pounding the entire time, so it’s not the most relaxing thing, but it’s still amazing. He keeps waiting for Kaidou to get up or move away, but he doesn’t; he just lies with his head on his arms and watches the movie happily. Sometimes he makes comments about what’s going on and they’ll talk for a while, but then they drift back into comfortable silence a few minutes later.

 

Kuboyasu vaguely wonders what they’ll do after this, and whether it’ll end up being homework, but then remembers that Kaidou had time to work since he was so late. He cringes, still dumbfounded on how he forgot about his plans with his friend, but oh well- he’s here now, and they’re together, so it doesn’t matter.

 

“I’ve never realized how long your hair is now,” a gentle murmurs. He feels Kaidou shift, and turns to meet his eyes.

 

“Oh, yeah.” Kuboyasu tilts his head as he looks at his friend, running a hand through his hair. “I like it this length, I don’t think I’ll grow it any longer.”

 

“Yeah, it looks good,” Kaidou replies. “Can I, uh, touch it?” he asks hesitantly, looking slightly embarrassed. 

 

Kuboyasu blinks at him, surprised, and his heart flutters slightly as he nods, face heating up and lips curving into a small smile. “Mhm, sure.” 

 

Tentatively, Kaidou reaches a hand out. Then he beams, eyes widening. “It’s soft!” Sitting up, he brings his other hand up and gasps, “Can I braid it?!” Kuboyasu glances at him through the corner of his eye, watching him marvel over the fine strands of purple in his hands, captivated even though it’s literally just hair.

 

“‘Course,” he replies, face melting into a full-on grin; saying no to him is impossible.

 

“Alright, I’ll go steal a hair tie from Sora, be right back!”

 

“Dude, just ask-” Nevermind, he’s gone. He stands, following his friend. Kaidou glances back, surprised, then nods seriously.

 

“Okay. You distract her, I’ll get in and out as quickly as possible. I’m a master at these things, so just leave it to m-”

 

“What are you guys doing here?” Kaidou yelps, jumping at least half a foot in the air, whirling around when he lands. Sora stands in her room, the door swung open, glaring at them. They’re standing basically right outside it, so she obviously heard Kaidou’s ‘planning’ and wanted to know what was going on.

 

“Sorry, w-we were just going to ask for a hair tie …” Kaidou whispers fearfully, moving closer to his friend instinctively.

 

“He wants to braid my hair,” Kuboyasu adds, suppressing a smile.

 

Kaidou glares at him. “You weren’t supposed to tell her!”

 

“What? Why not?” Kuboyasu asks, confused now.

 

“Because it’s embarrassing! She’s gonna think I’m weird now!” Kaidou yells.

 

“Don’t worry, I already think you’re weird,” Sora interjects, but neither acknowledges her.

 

Kuboyasu glares at his friend, leaning down and stooping over him slightly. “How is that embarrassing? There’s nothin’ weird about it!” he shouts. 

 

“I don’t know! But it is!”

 

“Oh, yeah, like it’s worse than last night! You know, you actually looked kind of cute last night when you were-” he cuts himself off, staring wide eyed at Sora. Fuck! I got carried away… A strangled sound escapes Kaidou’s mouth as his eyes flit between the two of them for a moment and then he’s gone, running away to his room. 

 

“Shun! Wait!” Kuboyasu drags his eyes back to the girl to see her gaping and laughs nervously, face heating up. “I… uh… Can I just have the hair tie now?” he asks awkwardly. 

 

Sora stares at him for a moment, then finds her voice. “Y…yeah. One second.” Disappearing into her room for a moment, she emerges and hands him the hair tie.

 

“Thanks.”

 

“You’re welcome. You can keep it.” She purses her lips and turns, glancing back at him with an unreadable expression before closing the door.

 

Groaning, he rubs his eyes. “I can’t believe I did that…'' Walking over to Kaidou’s door, he turns the handle to find it’s locked. He hesitates for a moment before speaking. “Shun, open up. I’m really sorry.” The unmistakable sound of sobs is heard from inside and his heart shatters. “Please?”

 

“You almost told her!” Kaidou cries. He stands next to the door on the inside, hand reached out and holding onto the handle. 

 

“I know.” Kuboyasu whispers. He takes a deep breath. “Please forgive me. Come outside and punch me, or whatever you want, just please don’t hate me. Yesterday- I can’t do yesterday again.” His voice shakes.

 

Kaidou’s breath hitches, remembering yesterday- it feels like a week ago. “I’m not gonna punch you!” he exclaims, horrified. He doesn’t want another fight either, but Kuboyasu can’t do this! What would happen if he finished his sentence? There’d be no end to Sora’s teasing!

 

“Okay… Can you please let me in, Shun?” Kuboyasu asks gently. “I’m sorry.” Kaidou almost opens the door right there, hearing how soft his voice is, but hesitates. Please don’t hate me… God, how could I screw up this bad ?!

 

“You- you have to let me braid your hair. And we have to finish the movie,” Kaidou whispers, and Kuboyasu nods rapidly even though his friend can’t see it. 

 

“Of course!” Kaidou wipes the back of his hand over his eyes and turns the handle. Kuboyasu meets him with a small smile, then closes the door and moves closer. The other boy squeaks as he’s pulled into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry… I’ll talk to her, if you want,” Kuboyasu murmurs into his hair. 

 

It’s tempting, but Kaidou shakes his head. “No, it’s okay.” The damage is already done, plus Kuboyasu would probably find a way to make it worse, no offense to him.

 

“Alright.” 

 

Kaidou gasps as the arms tighten around him. “I can’t breathe-” he sputters.

 

“Shit, sorry!” Kuboyasu leans away, unwrapping his arms. They meet eyes and he gives a small smile, patting Kaidou’s head. The blue haired boy turns away, face red, biting his lip. “Oh, right, here,” Kuboyasu says, handing him the hair tie. He sits on the bed in front of the tablet, Kaidou taking a seat behind him, and unpauses the movie, which is really just white noise at this point.

 

Kaidou runs a hand through the purple hair, frowning. “Hey, Aren?”

 

Kuboyasu turns his head slightly, glancing at him. “Yeah?”

 

“Do you know how to braid hair?” his friend asks, rubbing his bare wrists like he’s missing his bandages.

 

Kuboyasu blinks at him. “Mhm. Why?”

 

“Well… Theoretically , if I didn’t know how to- which I do, obviously- could you teach me?” He speaks slowly, and Kuboyasu sighs.

 

“Oh my God,” he says with a slight laugh.”You don’t know how to braid hair?” Of course he doesn’t! This is the most Shun thing ever, how does he not know how to braid hair and then ask if he can?!

 

“No! Of course I do, I just, uh, Dark Reunion did this thing where they, um…” Kaidou trails off, unable to come up with an excuse.

 

“What did Dark Reunion do, exactly?” Kuboyasu inquires, turning around fully to face him. He smirks slightly and Kaidou meets his eyes, blushing.

 

“They- they made me forget! They stole my memories and made me forget how to braid!” he lies, jabbing a finger at Kuboyasu and returning the smirk.

 

Kuboyasu laughs again. “Alright, alright. I’ll teach you, I guess, it’s super easy.” He turns back around, grouping his hair into three strands, desperate to forget about what almost happened earlier and change the mood. “Here, hold these but keep them separate. I don’t even know if this is gonna work since my hair’s too short, but whatever.” Kaidou takes the hair, grasping onto Kuboyasu’s hands somewhat. Oh my God, he’s holding my hands! His hands are so soft! Holy shit! “Right. I’ll just, uh- I’ll guide you, I guess,” he stutters.

 

Kaidou frowns, but doesn’t say anything as Kuboyasu clears his throat awkwardly. “So, just cross them over like this, and then repeat from there.” He does it as he speaks, Kaidou still touching his hands and watching with wide, shining eyes. 

 

“Wait, that’s so easy!” he exclaims when Kuboyasu’s done it once. 

 

“See what I mean? You try to do the rest now that I’ve shown you. Don’t let go of the hair, hold the third part between your fingers.” He removes his hands cautiously, leaving Kaidou to start braiding by himself, which he doesn’t do too bad of a job at, surprisingly.

 

“Okay! Done!” Kaidou cheers, tying the finished braid- it didn't take long since Kuboyasu’s hair is still pretty short, barely past his shoulders. “Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see.” 

 

He does so and shows it to Kuboyasu, who grins. “Hey, it doesn’t look bad! Good job!”

 

“Thanks!” He’s not lying, it actually looks decent. They meet eyes for a moment but Kaidou immediately looks away, biting his lip and confusing his friend. What…?

 

“Shun?” Kuboyasu touches the boy’s arm, leaning closer. “You okay?”

 

“Yeah. Just, can we talk about… stuff?” Kaidou asks. He stares down as he speaks, and Kuboyasu frowns.

 

“Uh, sure? What sort of stuff?”

 

Kaidou hugs his knees up to his chest, face reddening even more. “Last night?” he whispers, still refusing to meet Kuboyasu’s eyes.

 

“Oh. Oh ! Uh, yeah, of course, what about it?” he asks, his own face heating up. Fuck, what if he hated it, what’s he going to say? What does he want to talk about?

 

“W-well, I… I just wanted to ask you not to tell other people.” Finally, he looks up, and Kuboyasu blinks.

 

“I can do that. I’m really sorry about almost saying that in front of Sora, I didn’t-”

 

Kaidou cuts him off. “I know. It’s okay, just don’t let it happen again.”

 

“I won’t.” They both avert their eyes, neither speaking for a few awkward moments. “Can I ask you a question?” Kuboyasu asks, glancing at him again. His heart hammers, but he ignores it. I need to know.

 

Kaidou nods, looking worried. “What is it?”

 

Kuboyasu cracks his knuckles, a nervous habit. “Well, about last night… Did- did you just do it ‘cause of me? Or did you enjoy it?” The change in his friend is instant: he stiffens, his face reddens even more than before somehow, and he begins rubbing his wrists, clearly missing the usual bandages.

 

But after a few seconds of hesitation, he replies, “I, um… I-I did. Enjoy it, I mean.” Kuboyasu internally sighs in relief, externally staying expressionless. Thank God.

 

“‘Kay. So you weren’t uncomfortable or anything? You felt good, you liked it?” he pushes. I need to be sure.

 

Kaidou hides his burning face in his hands. “Aren, stop, t-this is embarrassing…”

 

“C’mon, it’s just me,” his friend replies gently, leaning close. Kaidou looks up, feeling a hand on his knee, and they meet eyes. “I just want to make sure I wasn’t makin’ you uncomfortable.”

 

“You weren’t, I promise.” He smiles slightly and Kuboyasu smiles back. 

 

“Good. Please, if I ever do anything that you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop.”

 

Kaidou nods. “I will.” They stare at each other for a few moments. His eyes are really nice… They’re like rubies, and the way they’re contrasting his hair, it makes them stand out so nicely. From this close, he can tell that there’s little specks of gold, which he admires, gaping somewhat. Suddenly, Kaidou gasps, ruining the moment and looking away. “Ah, shit! The movie!” He begins moving but Kuboyasu touches his arm.

 

“Will you sit with me?” he asks quietly, staring into those beautiful red eyes. Kaidou blinks, mouth forming a small ‘O,’ then his features are warmed by a soft smile.

 

“If you want me to,” he replies, blushing.

 

Happiness floods through Kuboyasu. “I do. C’mere.” He grins, easily picking Kaidou up and placing him in his lap. The boy gasps as he’s lifted off the ground, clearly not expecting that. Kuboyasu chuckles. “This okay?”

 

“Y-yeah,” Kaidou murmurs, relaxing against him. “But what if Sora walks in and sees us?” he asks, sounding worried.

 

“Then she can fuck off. You’re mine,” Kuboyasu snaps suddenly, sounding rather possessive as his arms envelop his friend. Kaidou shudders, the way he said it is scary, but it feels nice to be cared about, even if Kuboyasu’s phrasing was more than a little weird. 

 

“O-okay…” he replies hesitantly. Kuboyasu doesn’t reply, humming quietly as he reaches his arm down, hand brushing Kaidou’s own for a moment before taking it. Kaidou makes a noise that sounds something like a balloon deflating and yanks his hand away. “Sorry, I… T-that’s too much.” Kuboyasu frowns, surprised and confused. He’s literally sitting on my lap and that’s where he draws the line? Those standards are off…

 

But he allows it, instead tracing his hand along Kaidou’s leg, only a tiny bit disappointed that he can’t hold his friend’s soft hand. All earlier sense of nervousness is gone, Kaidou already said he’s fine with this, and he just proved that he’ll make sure to say when he’s uncomfortable, so it’s alright. Kuboyasu is just happy now: the boy he loves is sitting in his lap , they’re watching a movie together, and they’re alone- he could ask for nothing more. This is perfection.

Notes:

I'm 50k words in right now, struggling so much :( I have two new Kubokai fic ideas, though, so these updates might slow if I begin writing those, I'll probably wait until I finish this. Also schools gotten hard so these updates may slow regardless lol sorry AP exams are coming up

Chapter 6

Notes:

ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY WAS YESTERDAY WOOOOO
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Hello, here's an extra long, 8k word chapter! I wasn't sure whether to include the last part or not but decided to anyways, so if it seems a bit like non-conclusive that's why, I never know how to end stuff lol. But I'm kind of losing motivation for this, I have like 3 more fic ideas, so updates MIGHT slow if I start working on those, who knows.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! Kudos, bookmarks, and comments especially are appreciated! I always forget to reply to them or get embarrassed lmao, but I promise I read them all <3 They mean a lot!

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Kaidou shivers again as large fingers brush over the smooth skin of his thigh. They move down to his knee and back up again, methodical and soothing. The touch fills him with an emotion he can’t describe, something between happiness, confusion, and disappointment- he doesn’t understand it, but maybe that’s okay. 

 

He’s not exactly sure how he ended up like this, in his best friend’s lap yet again, held close against his incredibly sculpted chest- but he just couldn’t say no when Kuboyasu asked. Of course, he didn’t expect this to happen again, but it did, and now he realizes that perhaps it’s not a bad thing. Thankfully, though, Kuboyasu isn’t able to see how red his face is- if he did, Kaidou might just combust.

 

The only problem is that he can barely focus on anything except the rough hand and large, muscular body around him- it’s strange. His brain feels foggy, clouded with thoughts of Kuboyasu and just how beautiful he is. It’s like all his features have a single goal, which is to make him more attractive, and it’s working on Kaidou, who’s extremely jealous.

 

Yet at the same time, he wants to see more. He wants to stare at his friend, and study his soft smile. He wants to lie in his arms forever, being held just like this. He wants to hold his hand, even though he didn’t allow it earlier. See, hand holding, Mama has strictly taught him, is reserved only for girlfriends, and he and Kuboyasu aren’t that, obviously. But Mama never said anything about cuddling, which is what they’re doing, so there’s a loophole in her rules.

 

Wait… We are cuddling right now. Oh my God, I’m cuddling with my best friend, who’s also a guy! The reality of the situation hits him like a train, somehow he hasn’t thought of it like this before. His breathing speeds up, heart racing. Cuddling is romantic, it’s worse than hand holding, that’s why Mama never mentioned it, she probably never expected him to get this close with somebody! I’m cuddling with another boy. We slept together last night. I slept in his arms, I enjoyed it, I’m enjoying this. This is so wrong, I can’t do this!  

 

He opens his mouth to speak when the arm wrapped around him loosens, hand moving up his chest to where his heart is. It stays there and he stiffens, breath catching and face burning. He knows Kuboyasu can feel his heartbeat, which only accelerates at the touch. “What are you thinkin’ about?” a deep voice asks quietly, gently. Suddenly, he can breathe again, and thinks about it logically, or as logically as he can. I’m cuddling with a boy, but it’s just Aren, and it’s platonic. It’ll be okay because Aren is here. Cuddling or not, he likes it, so I’m doing this for him. The chances of someone walking in without knocking are low.

 

He sighs in relief and shakes his head. “Nothing. Sorry.” Kuboyasu hums, sounding as though he doesn’t believe it, but doesn’t ask again. His hand moves back to his friend’s leg, thumb rubbing small circles. It’s not gay if we aren’t dating or anything. I don’t even like him like that, I’m not even gay, we’re just friends, this is platonic cuddling. That’s a thing, I think. Yeah, probably. I have a girlfriend anyways. 

 

Kaidou zones out as he thinks, lips pursed into a small frown and face beginning to cool, he hasn’t even thought about Yumehara all day. Anyways, he’s watched this movie plenty of times, so as much as he loves it, he doesn’t feel the need to do it again; mostly, he just wanted Kuboyasu to watch it. But although he’d never admit it, perhaps he was hoping something like this would happen, and that’s why he wanted to watch a movie to begin with. 

Kaidou feels his friend’s body shift around him and opens his eyes from when they’d drooped closed, glancing backward in confusion. He catches Kuboyasu’s eye and the boy stills, lips curving into the beginnings of a smile. “Hey.”

 

“Do I need to move?” Kaidou asks, trying not to let his disappointment show.

 

“Well, I’d prefer if you’d stay, but the movie’s over, so…” Kuboyasu points with his head and Kaidou turns, seeing he’s right. 

 

“O-oh, yeah.” Wow, I really wasn’t paying attention. “So, should I get up?”

 

“If you want. I was thinking we could go get snacks then just chill for a bit, but I don’t know. What do you wanna do now?”

 

Kaidou grins. “Watch another movie.” Kuboyasu nods with a small smile.

 

“Alright. Get up, I need food,” he says, pushing Kaidou off him gently. “You can stay here, I’ll find somethin’.” Kaidou shoots him a jokingly offended glare as he stands, and collapses back onto the bed.

 

“Okay. There’s popcorn in the pantry, I think. You can bring the bag, it’s pre popped.”

 

“‘Kay.” Kaidou watches the short braid bounce on his neck and grins again as the door closes. He’s amazing… I love him so much. His chest is light, and he feels all fuzzy inside. It doesn’t matter anymore that cuddling is weird; it feels comfortable and he’s so strong and warm, how could I not like it? And he’s like- he’s like a teddy bear. A small laugh escapes him, and soon he’s giggling his ass off. He is though! Like, bears are all scary but then teddy bears are actually soft and cuddly, that’s like Aren! It makes almost no sense, but is still endearing to him.

 

Still, even though cuddling seems weird, a lot of girls do it! Sure, I’ve never seen guys do it, but it’s the same thing. Not that it’s not embarrassing, but that’s just mostly because of how big he is, it makes me feel small and weak… His smile drops suddenly, thoughts turning self-doubting. I wish I was like him. He’s so perfect. There’s a tightening in his throat and he rubs his eyes, feeling wetness on his hand. I need to stop comparing myself to him! We’re best friends, he’d be really sad if he knew about this…

 

“Shun!” Kaidou glances up, blinking rapidly and rubbing his eyes again, taking a quick breath. Oh, no. Kuboyasu grins as the door swings open. “I got the popcorn!” Then he notices his friend’s expression and his smile falters. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He walks closer and bends down so they’re eye level, free hand on his friend’s shoulder and brows furrowed with concern.

 

“I’m fine, just kind of tired,” Kaidou lies. Then he’s pulled into a tight hug and blushes, smiling somewhat at the warmth of his friend’s strong arms. How’d he notice I’m feeling bad? And he really is touchy, though it’s alright, it’s nice. But he’s so strong, and I’m not…

 

“‘Kay, well, let me know if you want to talk about it.” Kuboyasu leans back and Kaidou nods, looking away dejectedly with a sigh, thinking the boy had turned his attention away. How’d he know it was something else? I’m not that obvious of a liar, am I? Suddenly, a hand grabs his chin, tilting his head to face Kuboyasu’s, and he lets out a small gasp. “Shun, I love you so much.” His friend’s breath is warm on his cheek, it smells like mint. His violet eyes gaze into Kaidou’s red ones. “You know that, right?”

 

Kaidou gulps, feeling his face warm up. “Y-yeah,” he stammers, voice higher pitched than usual as he meets the intense stare. Does he really care that much about me?

 

“Good. Don’t forget it.” Kuboyasu stares at him for a few moments, pursing his lips, then takes a seat next to him, dropping his hand and holding the bag of popcorn between them like nothing happened. He leans into Kaidou with a sigh, resting his head on the boy’s shoulder. Kaidou’s heart flutters slightly and his cheeks heat up again at the sudden touch. I guess he does… Wow. He’s so nice, I’ve never felt like this before, it’s like he’s the only one who truly cares. “Want some?” Kuboyasu offers, glancing over at him and popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

 

Kaidou shakes his head. “No thanks, maybe later.” 

 

Kuboyasu covers his mouth to hide a yawn. “M’kay. What are we watchin’?” Kaidou ignores the question, smiling at him slightly.

 

“You look good with your hair up,” he whispers, blushing. 

 

Kuboyasu blinks, stiffening and staring at him with red cheeks for a few moments. Then he grins, relaxing again. “Heh, thanks. You’re really comfy, by the way.”

 

“Oh, uh, thanks.” They sit in a few seconds of awkward silence. “Right! We’re watching Rapunzel next, I’ll turn it on right now!” He completely forgets about the weight on his shoulder, jerking forwards to grab the tablet.

 

“Damn,” Kuboyasu mutters quietly as he gets pushed off. 

 

Kaidou turns, surprised. “Oops! Sorry, Aren, give me a sec.” A minute later, the movie is beginning, and they both relax again. This isn’t as comfortable as before… Screw it. “We’re going downstairs!” he declares, dislodging his friend again as he moves to get up.

“Whatever happened to wanting to be alone with me?” Kuboyasu asks with a slight frown, and Kaidou just shrugs.

 

“Well, everyone should be in bed by now, so we’ll still be alone. Bring the popcorn.” He stands, and Kuboyasu follows him downstairs. “Besides, you’re supposed to be spending time with me and I’m scared you’re gonna fall asleep.”

 

The boy looks away guiltily. “I get tired around you, like I want to sleep, I don’t know why,” he replies sheepishly. 

 

Huh. But that’s kinda sweet. I want to hug him! Kaidou smiles at him, then throws himself forwards and wraps his arms around his friend enthusiastically. Kuboyasu gasps, stumbling and clearly not expecting that. “Sorry. I had to.”

 

Kuboyasu chuckles, wrapping his own arms around Kaidou with a grin. “It’s alright… Tell you what, I’ll watch this movie with you, but then I’m going to sleep, ‘kay?” he says as his friend pulls away from his arms and takes a seat on the couch. 

 

“Okay. You need your beauty sleep, I suppose.” Kaidou grabs a blanket, not noticing his friend’s reaction, and throws it over himself as he wiggles around a bit to get comfortable. He gasps as Kuboyasu also pulls the blanket over himself so they’re sharing it; it’s definitely too small for them, so he snuggles close, leaning into him and folding his legs underneath himself. The next moment, Kuboyasu slumps against Kaidou, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his shoulder. “Ah! D-don’t go to sleep!” Kaidou exclaims, staring at him with a burning face.

 

“I already told you you were comfy, leave me alone,” Kuboyasu complains. But he turns to glance up at Kaidou and offers a soft half-smile, reaching a hand up to touch his hair. 

 

“Jerk.” But he actually looks really cute right now. Aren- cute; it’s crazy, but he is. I’d never have expected him to be like this, but these past two days sure have been interesting. Kaidou himself has changed a lot in this short span: he’s never had the courage or desire to do stuff like this before, but now he’s sad if they don’t- like when Kuboyasu first got here and refused to move closer for some reason, Kaidou was just yearning for his touch. This better not end anytime soon, it’s so nice…  

 

He glances down at his friend to find Kuboyasu staring at him. They meet eyes and Kaidou smiles softly. His friend’s eyes widen and he beams back somewhat giddily before leaning close and hiding his face in Kaidou’s arm again. Was he blushing ? What was that? He opens his mouth to speak, but then thinks better of it; that's a very odd question to ask, and it might make Kuboyasu uncomfortable. He’s probably just embarrassed or something- Kaidou would be embarrassed, too, if he was lying all clingy like that. 

 

He smiles again, seeing someone so tough and scary acting like this is kind of funny, but then again, it fits Kuboyasu’s true personality somewhat- that is, if he lacked the anger issues, it might be close to who Kaidou has gotten to know. He glances up at the TV for a moment, then blinks, confused. “Wait… Did I never turn the movie on?” A small laugh escapes.

 

“Hm?” Kuboyasu sits up, still holding onto Kaidou, and glances at him. “What’d you say?”

 

“I… I never turned the movie on!” Kaidou stares at him, wide eyed; he’d really been that zoned out, and clearly Kuboyasu hadn’t been paying attention either. The TV was just looping the preview- he’d never actually pressed play.

 

Kuboyasu stares at him for a moment before grinning. His grin turns into chuckles a few seconds later. “How- how do you manage that?”

 

“Shut up! You didn’t notice, either!” Kaidou shouts defensively. Feeling Kuboyasu’s body around him shaking with contagious laughter, he himself begins giggling. “Aren! Don’t l-laugh!” Then he takes a deep breath, attempting to calm down, fighting back a smile by pursing his lips. “Don’t laugh!” he repeats, using his best serious expression and tone, glaring at his friend. 

 

Kuboyasu’s laughter slows, growing quieter, and it seems like he’s calming down. Then he exclaims, “Your face!” and bursts out laughing again, pushing his head into the crook of Kaidou’s neck, arms wrapping tighter. Kaidou’s heart feels like it’s about to burst from happiness- something about hearing his friend’s laugh combined with being held like this, perhaps. The laughter fades into soft giggles before finally stopping. 

 

A few seconds later, Kuboyasu whispers, “Hey, Shun?”

 

“Hm?” Kaidou glances down to look at him, but his face remains hidden.

 

“What if we didn’t watch the movie? And- and just lay like this for a while.” He speaks quietly and the boy shivers, feeling breath on his collarbone. 

 

A warm blush dusts his face. “Oh- but I wanted you to see it. We can lay like this and watch it.” Even though he’s not watching, it’s okay.

 

Kuboyasu frowns, not that Kaidou can tell. “Alright, if you want. But can I ask you somethin’?”

 

“Mhm,” Kaidou replies, curious now but also worried.

 

“Do you like cuddling with me?” Kuboyasu murmurs, so quietly that Kaidou wonders if he imagined it. His face heats up more.

 

“I-I already answered this earlier. I, uh- I do.”

 

A hand strokes his hair, twirling strands between fingers. “‘Kay. Just-”

 

Kaidou cuts him off. “Making sure, I know. Seriously, stop asking. I like this, I like you, it’s fine.” 

 

Kuboyasu finally looks up at him, gaping and red-faced. “You- you like me?” he breathes, expression unreadable. Kaidou just stares at him in confusion.

 

“Uhh, yeah?” He poses it as a question and frowns. A second later, realization hits him and he gasps, cheeks burning. Shit! Oh my God, he meant like that, he must be so weirded out! Why did I phrase it like that?! Nobody says ‘like’ as a platonic thing!  “I-I didn’t mean it like that! No! I meant, as-as a friend. I don’t like you like that ! Oh my God, Aren, I seriously didn’t mean it like that, I don’t know why I phrased it that way!” He speaks fast, so fast it’s difficult to understand, but it gets the point across. He doesn’t even stop to wonder why Kuboyasu immediately took it romantically, Kaidou feeling like he himself is in the wrong.

 

Kuboyasu just stares at him, brows raised. He doesn’t react for a few moments, like he’s struggling to register everything, but then looks away, hiding his expression. “It’s okay. Just- don’t worry about it. I- uh… it’s fine.” His arms have loosened around Kaidou, barely even holding him anymore, just lying limp; he’s sat up to where he’s not leaning on him, either. “You don’t have to act like it’s the worst thing ever, though,” he whispers, so quiet Kaidou can’t hear.

 

“I’m really sorry if I weirded you out or something, I didn’t mean it like that,” Kaidou says, staring at him with wide eyes. Why did I say that?!

 

His friend shakes his head. “Just stop talkin’ about it. C’mere, get comfy.” Kuboyasu looks back at Kaidou with a weak grin. Kaidou doesn’t notice the pain in his eyes, unable to focus on anything but their beauty.

 

He’s not mad…? “Okay…” Kaidou gives him a smile.

 

“Actually…” Kuboyasu scoops him up in strong arms, holding him bridal style so Kaidou’s back rests against his legs.

 

The boy yelps as he’s lifted off the ground. “What the hell!” They’re nose to nose and he glares at Kuboyasu, who just blinks slowly with a slight smile.

 

“You’re so cute,” he whispers. 

 

“Wha-” Kaidou blushes intensely as a hand brushes hair behind his ear, heart hammering. Kuboyasu is strong enough to balance him with only one arm, and it’s making him feel very vulnerable; they’re sitting down, but still, he feels small and weak compared to his friend. 

 

“I-I love you, Shun.” Kuboyasu’s voice cracks and his smile falters as he speaks, swallowing almost painfully. “Do you love me? As a friend, at least?” At least? What does that mean? And why is he being so sensitive? Did I do something to make him think I’m mad? But that’s not like Aren, he’s so tough…

 

Kaidou stares at him in confusion. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re about to cry.” 

 

“Nothing.” He squeezes his eyes shut, lip quivering as his breathing grows progressively shakier. The hand on Kaidou’s cheek is trembling.

 

“Aren…” Kaidou doesn’t know how to respond to this, he’s never seen Kuboyasu cry or show any sign of it- now he looks like he’s barely holding back the tears! “Hey, it’s okay…” His voice is uncharacteristically soft and his friend takes a deep breath.

 

“I’m fine,” Kuboyasu whispers, cupping Kaidou’s cheek. “You’re so pretty.” Kaidou just holds his gaze with wide eyes, face burning. Even feeling sad, he’s so nice… He doesn’t respond, though, concern etching his face still, but too scared to say anything in fear of making his friend feel worse. Kuboyasu places Kaidou on the sofa gently, then envelops him in his body, hugging and leaning his whole body weight on him as he relaxes. “You can turn the movie back on, I’ll watch with you.”

 

Kaidou glances sideways and smiles at him, even though his friend can’t see it. “Alright.” He’d never actually had the chance to turn it off, and had just paused it, so he just unpauses it now. It’s a welcome distraction from the previous situation, and neither speak as the movie begins. “Aren? Want popcorn?” he asks a few minutes later, remembering the bag.

 

“Oh, no thanks.” Kuboyasu’s voice is soft, and he speaks into his friend’s shirt.

 

“Okay.” Kaidou purses his lips to hide a smile, shifting to get more comfortable. The muscular arms hold him loosely enough so he can move and breathe, thankfully. After a while it’s still quiet, save for the sounds of the movie. Kaidou’s heart pounds the entire time, wanting to make comments and talk but afraid of annoying Kuboyasu. He decides against it in the end, and just relaxes with a sigh despite really wanting to hear the boy’s voice, which can be incredibly relaxing when he’s tired like he happens to be now.

 

Kaidou sighs happily. He’s really warm and comfy… Why did we never do this before? It’s so awesome, I don’t think I’ve been as happy as I have these past few days in a while. Wow. Wait, is that snoring? He holds his breath, pausing the TV. I think he’s asleep… Soft snores are audible and he holds back a laugh, grinning instead. How did he fall asleep so fast?

 

“Aren!” he whispers sharply, turning to tap Kuboyasu’s shoulder. No response. Oh my God, he’s actually asleep. That’s so cute… He sighs happily, wiggling a tiny bit and snuggling closer. I need to be careful, though, he sleeps lightly. Holding his breath, he hesitantly reaches a hand up, touching his friend’s hair. Can I unbraid it so I can touch it? Then his cheeks heat up and he bites his lip, embarrassed. That’s like… weird, though, I don’t know. I want to do it, but what if he wakes up and thinks I’m weird and doesn’t want to be friends anymore? He glances over at the temptingly soft purple hair and shakes his head reluctantly. Whatever, it’s fine. I don’t want to wake him up.

 

Still, he smiles briefly, remembering when he helped convince his friend to grow his hair out. Kuboyasu had wanted to do it forever, but didn’t want it to make him feel and look like a delinquent again, so he never did. Kaidou, however, after hearing enough complaining, got to the point that that where he told him that it’d look good on him and to just grow it, and that was the end of that- he stopped cutting it, in the back at least, so he has somewhat of a short mullet now. And Kaidou was right, because it does look good on him. Best decision ever, I love it. And he looks nice when he puts it in a ponytail…

 

Kaidou finds himself blushing and smiling thinking of his best friend. I’m making him wear a ponytail tomorrow, he decides, glancing at Kuboyasu- or more accurately, the top of his head since his face is buried in Kaidou’s collarbone- with a soft smile. Seriously, though, who knew he’d be so clingy? I never would’ve expected this. But if he enjoys it, I suppose it’s fine; even if it is a little weird, we’re best friends. Maybe best friends usually do this sort of stuff and I just don’t know because I’ve never had one before… I wonder if Aren had a best friend before me, or if all his gang buddies were equal- he’s never mentioned anyone, so who knows. I won’t ask, though, because that’d be kind of awkward.

 

He shifts cautiously, holding his breath in fear of waking Kuboyasu. His shoulder feels numb where the boy is lying on it because of how heavy he is, but Kaidou doesn’t care. Eyes drooping shut, he rests his head against his friend, receiving a snore in response- it takes all he has in him to not start laughing. Perhaps that’s why he didn’t realize when the light switches on until a voice speaks. “Uh, Shun? Why are you still up?” Kaidou’s heart stops for a moment; hearing his sister's voice is something he definitely didn’t expect. 

 

Lifting his head, he sees her standing by the door, looking very awkward, probably embarrassed, too, at having walked in on this. Shit! Why is she here? He himself feels embarrassed about being caught like this, but a strange calmness overcomes him, probably brought on by the warmth of his friend. Holding a finger to his lips, he shakes his head. “Shut up, Aren fell asleep on me, I can’t move,” he stage-whispers back, hoping she can hear. Although it makes him feel slightly guilty to blame this situation on Kuboyasu, it is kind of his fault, and it’s payback for when he almost leaked what happened last night. Besides, Kaidou’s letting him sleep, so it’s fine. 

 

“Oh.” She’s lowered her voice, at least, but is still frowning. “I guess I’ll leave you two alone, then. If you’re going to do something like this, though, go to your room. You’re so lucky I’m the one that walked in.” He sighs in relief that she’s not mad, smiling at her.

 

“Than-”

 

“But if Mama finds out about this, you’re screwed. She’s homophobic, you know.” Wait, homophobic?

 

“Huh? But what does that have to do with anything? Also, are you sure, I don’t think she is, she’s just weird about that stuff. ” Kaidou asks, brows furrowed. 

 

“Oh. Maybe she isn’t, I don’t know, I wouldn’t be surprised, though. And what do you mean it doesn’t have to do with anything? You’re cuddling with your boyfriend, of course it does. Like I said, I won’t judge you, but still. Please be careful.”

 

“Wha- boyfriend ?! A-Aren isn’t my boyfriend ! Why would you ever think that!?” Kaidou sputters, wide eyed and embarrassed. The girl blinks at him, looking genuinely confused. Kaidou’s face is beet red, and it’s only when he hears a yawn and feels the warm body around him shifting that he realizes how loud he was. “Shit, get out! Now!”

 

Sora glares at him. “Fine. But we’re talking about this in the morning.” She steps outside, giving him one last glance over her shoulder before closing the door, carefully and quietly- not that it matters anymore. Shit, I can’t believe I woke him up. Kuboyasu snuggles closer into his chest, and his face warms even more. God, this is so weird… I can’t believe Sora thought he’s my boyfriend! This is exactly what I was afraid of, I’m not even gay!

 

“Hey, Shun,” Kuboyasu murmurs, yawning and interrupting Kaidou’s thoughts. His voice is deep and relaxing, exactly what Kaidou wanted to hear earlier, and he sighs softly. I suppose it’s alright. She said she doesn’t care, and I’ll talk to her and explain. “Fuck, you’re so comfy…” A hand reaches up to touch his hair, stroking it slowly, and he smiles at the gentle touch. 

 

“You fell asleep on me,” Kaidou informs him with a slight laugh.

 

He lifts his head, and they meet eyes. “Oh, did I? Sorry.” Kaidou stares at him as he gives a sleepy grin, heart fluttering. Why is he so… 

 

“It’s okay. It was really cute,” he says sheepishly. Yes! I was able to compliment him back without getting super embarrassed! Pink dusts his cheeks, but it’s nothing compared to the deep red that covers Kuboyasu’s own. What? Is it because I called him cute?  

 

“Uh…” he turns, hiding his face for a moment and clearing his throat. “Thanks.” Kaidou smirks. He’s really funny when he gets flustered. I should start doing this more.

 

“Yeah. And- and you look really cute right now, too.” Kuboyasu stares at him, gaping slightly. Kaidou cringes, having instant regrets. Who am I kidding? Shit, this is so awkward I could never do this-

 

“Alright, alright. You can stop now.” Kuboyasu moves closer, seeming to have somehow overcome his nerves, confidence returning. He brings a hand under Kaidou’s chin, and the boy's heart hammers; he’s pretty sure his face is just as red as his friend's now. “Because you’re fucking beautiful , and I really want to-” He cuts himself off. To what? Beautiful ? Kuboyasu leans even closer, holding his gaze as he tilts his head slightly. Kaidou stares with wild eyes, thoughts too jumbled to understand- he doesn’t think to move away. We’re so close! Oh my God, this is so awkward! Their noses touch and Kuboyasu hesitates, glancing down at Kaidou’s lips for a moment, then they meet eyes again. He doesn’t move any closer to close the gap.

 

Kaidou blinks, gulping. What is this? If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s trying to kiss me! Thinking that, his voice almost fails him, high pitched, shaky, and cracking. “A-Aren? What’s happening? What- what do you want to do?” Something flashes in his friend’s eyes, and his panicked expression changes to something like reluctant acceptance. What- why does he look sad? “What do you want to do?” Kaidou repeats. “I’ll let you, it’s fine.” Because they’re best friends, obviously it wouldn’t be anything weird. But Kuboyasu knows he can’t say what he wants.

 

Instead, he adopts a giddy grin. “I wanna cuddle the hell out of you, dumbass,” he whispers. Kaidou shivers, feeling his breath warm on his cheek; his heart is pounding again, and his cheeks heat up. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that! 

 

“And you called me clingy,” he retorts, rolling his eyes playfully. Kuboyasu’s grin only widens.

 

“You are.” He doesn’t wait for a response as he envelopes Kaidou in his body tightly, hearing a small squeak of surprise and laughing. The boy giggles into his shirt, trying to push him away weakly.

 

“A-Aren! Oh my God, move, I can’t breathe!“ Kuboyasu laughs even more, but removes his arms from around his friend and is shoved off, only for Kaidou to hug him of his own accord. “Idiot.” He leans into the strong chest, happiness blooming as it shakes with laughter. He has a nice laugh.

 

“ I’m the idiot?” Kuboyasu demands light-heartedly, still chuckling.

 

“Yeah. You fell asleep on me, and you forgot to come over. That’s just today, you do plenty more dumb things.”

 

Kuboyasu rolls his eyes. “‘Kay. If that’s dumb, lets not even talk about you.”

 

“Huh? I never do anything idiotic! I’m the Jet Black Wings, I’m perfect, always!” He unwraps his arms, leaning back to glare at his friend. Kuboyasu smirks back. Ugh! He’s so smug! “You jerk, don’t even- Hey!” Kaidou flails as he’s lifted off the ground and slung over his friend’s shoulder, throwing his fists and feet about randomly in a futile attempt to loosen the grip. He feels Kuboyasu stand up and whines, “Put me downnn!”

 

“C’mon, we’re going to bed, Jet Black Wings.” A small thrill goes through him at being called his superhero name, but every step feels like Kaidou is going to fall and he stops moving, scared he’ll loosen Kuboyasu’s grip. I’ll die if he drops me. He clings onto the boy’s neck and shoulders as tightly as he can, feeling the rippling muscles shake with his friend’s laughter, and by the time they arrive in Kaidou’s bedroom and he’s thrown onto the bed, he’s paper-white from fear. “Uh, Shun? You okay?” Kuboyasu asks, looking concerned and seeming to have realized that perhaps carrying him like that wasn’t such a great idea.

 

“Yeah…” Kaidou murmurs, glancing at him.

 

Kuboyasu takes a step closer, reaching a hand out. “Are you scared of heights or somethin’? ‘Cause it wasn’t that high up, I was just playing.” The rough hand finds a place on his lower thigh.

 

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” He shivers slightly at the touch but doesn’t move because a second later his friend stands.

 

“Alright…” Kuboyasu looks doubtful but doesn’t say anything else about it, turning around and grabbing his bag.

 

“Hey, wait, where are you going?” Kaidou complains, frowning.

 

Kuboyasu turns around, confused. “I was just gonna change in the bathroom.”

 

“Oh.” Wow, I’m dumb.

 

“Yeah… Uh, you should too, I guess.” He smiles awkwardly, closing the door. Kaidou walks over to lock it then gets changed quickly, lying back down in bed. Wait, do I need to get extra pillows and blankets, or will he be fine with these? Is there even enough space for us? What’s taking him so long? Seconds later, his question is answered by a knock.

 

“You can come in.” He glances up to see Kuboyasu dragging a futon, wearing a very loose tank top and shorts. Woah… “Uh, hi!” he stammers, eyes catching on his friend’s biceps and numerous scars.

 

Kuboyasu only smiles at him softly. “Hey. Should I just leave this on the floor here?” Kaidou feels oddly sad, and it must show on his face because his friend frowns. “What?”

 

“Um, w-well…” He rubs his wrists, looking away as his cheeks heat up. This is so embarrassing to ask. “Why- why can’t you sleep in the bed?”

 

His friend looks surprised, frown deepening. “I thought it might be weird… Y’know, since it’s your bed and all.” Yeah, I know! I want you to, though!

 

“B-but…” He struggles to think of a valid excuse, watching as Kuboyasu raises his eyebrows. “I need to protect you from Dark Reunion!”

 

Kuboyasu sighs, lips forming a soft smile. “If you want me to sleep with you, just say so.”

 

“D-don’t say it that way!” Kaidou yelps, face burning. He hides it in his hands, hearing his friend murmur an apology.

 

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. But fine. Do you want me to lie in your bed with you while we happen to be sleeping?” He says it with an amused tone, and Kaidou can picture his smug half smile perfectly.

 

He purses his lips. “M -maybe ,” he whispers. Kuboyasu huffs, though it sounds sort of like a laugh.

 

“‘Kay. I’ll move this in the morning, I guess.” Kaidou feels the bed wobble as he takes a seat next to him. “Still embarrassed? C’mon, Shun,” he teases, pulling Kaidou’s hands away from his face. Kaidou opens his eyes, met by a warm grin. “What happened to the Jet Black Wings bein’ all tough?”

 

His face heats up again, heart fluttering. “Can I have my hands back?” he whispers, ignoring the question.

 

Kuboyasu shakes his head with a smile. “No. They’re soft.” He interlocks their fingers, squeezing his friend’s hands despite how sweaty they are, absent of their usual bandages. His own are calloused and rough, but the touch feels nice.

 

Kaidou averts his eyes, blushing as he stares down at their clasped hands. “But h-hand holding is only for girlfriends,” he whispers quietly. Mama has taught me that as long as I’ve lived, I can’t break that rule! Kuboyasu blinks at him.

 

“No, it’s not,” he replies, confused. “You can hold hands as friends.”

 

“Yes, it is. That’s what Mama says.” Would Aren lie, though? I trust him more than her… A knot forms in his throat.

 

Kuboyasu purses his lips. “Then I can be your girlfriend,” he says with full confidence, though he’s blushing almost aggressively. Kaidou can’t help but laugh for a moment at his expression, caught off guard, but it’s followed by a small sniffle. Kuboyasu glances down at him, hunching over so he’s at eye level. “No, why are you crying? Don’t cry, I’ll let go, but please listen. I’m sure your mom would say cuddling is only for girlfriends, but we do that, right? So this is fine, too. It’s okay.” He promptly drops Kaidou’s hands, and the boy meets his eyes. 

 

“A-alright.” His eyes are still so pretty. Kuboyasu tilts his head to the side, blushing a bit while Kaidou stares.

 

“Uh…” He raises his eyebrows, frowning. “Shun?”

 

Kaidou shakes his head, tearing his gaze away. “Sorry.” Oh, no, I stared too long! He probably thinks I’m so weird right now!

 

“It’s okay. You ready to sleep?” Kuboyasu asks, tapping his friend’s knee.

 

“No.” 

 

Kuboyasu sighs, and Kaidou immediately regrets saying anything. “Why not?”

 

“Well, I won’t be able to see you tomorrow and I want to spend more time with you…” He glances back up to see the boy holding back laughter. “Hey! You jerk, don’t laugh!”

 

“Sorry.” He grins, ruffling a flustered Kaidou’s hair. “Who says you won’t see me tomorrow? And anyways, you’ll see me Monday, we don’t need to be hanging out 24/7.”

 

Kaidou frowns. “Well, I want to! And Mama won’t let me,” he whines, leaning into his friend. His heart hammers as he feels a muscular arm close around him, pulling him closer. Wow, he’s so strong…

 

“Shun, I love you, but if I was with you constantly I think it’d be too much. No offense, of course, you’re amazing, and honestly I think you’d feel the same way. So why don’t we-”

 

“I’d never get tired of you!”

 

“-go to sleep now, and hang out a bit in the morning?” Kuboyasu ignores the interruption, smiling at Kaidou hopefully and receiving an eye roll in response.

 

“Fine.” Only because his smile is nice. Kuboyasu grins again, lying down and moving under the blanket, and Kaidou looks away. “But I don’t want to, um- Well, if s-someone comes in…” He trails off. How do I say this? His friend watches patiently, brows furrowing slightly. “I w-want you to sleep up here with me, but not too close? S-so, that way, if someone walks in, it’s not too weird…”

 

Kuboyasu nods, but still looks confused. “Yeah, we can do that. But then shouldn’t I just sleep on the futon? To be safe?” 

 

Yes, but I don’t want you to! “N-no… Because, uh, this way, we can- i-if Dark Reunion attacks, I’ll be closer so I can protect you! So yeah, you need to stay with me here.” I don’t like lying about Dark Reunion stuff again, but I need him here . It’s not a great excuse, and he feels guilty, but it apparently convinces Kuboyasu, who shrugs.

 

“Alright. So, where do you want me?” He sits up, propping himself on his elbows. 

 

“Just scoot over a bit, I’ll, uh, be here.” Kaidou lifts the blanket to lie next to him and he moves over so there’s about half a foot between them. “A-a little further, sorry.” I feel so bad about this, but if Mama or Sora walked in and saw us, it’d be really awkward, and I don’t want to deal with that. Sora already apparently thought we were dating? Like what the hell, I’m not even gay! But… Is Aren? Just like last night, somehow he’s thinking of this again. 

 

What’s wrong with me?! He’s never said he is- But he might be. Oh, shit, if he is, and I’ve been cuddling with him like this, what if he thinks I am? Would I- Would I date him if I was? He looks over at his friend, who’s staring up at the ceiling also lost in thought, arms behind his head. When Kuboyasu realizes he’s being watched, he turns to meet his friend’s eyes, lips curving into a warm smile. Kaidou avoids his gaze, embarrassed, only to cast him another glance out of the corner of his eye. Why is he blushing? But he has really nice arms. And a nice face, and smile, and eyes. He's just nice, everything about him. Wow.

 

“What’cha thinkin’ about?” The voice pulls him out of his thoughts, and he looks away nervously, eyes widening.

 

“Ah! N-nothing.” Kaidou’s face heats up. Thinking about Aren like that? He’s my friend, sworn friend, why am I thinking about whether I’d date him, obviously not! That’s so weird!

 

“Mhm, sure.” Kuboyasu leans closer. “Keepin’ secrets now?” he teases. His old accent always comes out more when he’s tired, or doesn’t really care to hide it.

 

“No,” Kaidou whispers, not meeting his eyes. He’s gonna know!

 

But Kuboyasu only laughs, tapping his friend’s cheek. “Alright.” And then he’s back to where he was before, staring up at the ceiling again. What was that? Kaidou sighs, relaxing and grabbing a pillow. He hugs it, facing the opposite direction, oddly self conscious. Please don’t think I’m weird for sleeping like this… Ugh! Why am I so self conscious?! With a huff, he closes his eyes, hiding his face under his blanket. 

 

“Uh, if the light’s too bright, you can turn it off once I fall asleep,” he says after a few moments, remembering how his friend likes the dark. I don’t understand that, the dark is scary! I mean, dangerous. 

 

“M’kay. Thanks, Shun, sleep well.” Kaidou waits a moment, expecting to hear an ‘I love you’ following, but he doesn’t.

 

“You, too.” Now I’m wanting too much. Maybe I am getting clingy. He pushes away the thought of wanting a hand in his hair and warm body around him, scolding himself mentally . Slowing his breathing, he does the things that usually help him sleep easily, determined to stop these thoughts: taking deep breaths, focusing on his breathing, and grounding himself. And when he’s on the border between conscious and unconscious, that’s when he hears a whispered ‘I love you.’ 

Notes:

Treasure Planet + Rapunzel supremacy! I love Treasure Planet sm, totally not projecting my own opinions onto Shun :)

Some fics I'm planning:
-Trans Shun (yes that's the only plot point so far) (Shun's first person pov)

-AU with Aren delinquent to "goodie goodie" pipeline after he and others mug Shun, but then he falls in love or something idk and feels bad cuz Shun's courage even though he's so weak is just like really attractive idfk, anyways he follows him and then helps him and whatever they fall in love start dating or something and its basically Shun helping him become a normal person and leave his gang and whatever (this'll probably be somewhat angsty lmao we need aren angst :) (Aren's first person POV)

Chapter 7

Notes:

I can't believe we're already on the 7th chapter! I wrote this one back in April which means I'm beginning to catch up on content, so updates will be slower and probably shorter, posted maybe every two weeks or so.

The beginning of this is the same as the end of last chapter, I decided to edit it slightly because I didn't think ahead when posting last one, oops. Anyways, enjoy!

Kudos, bookmarks, and especially comments are all greatly appreciated! It really motivates me :)

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When Kuboyasu wakes up, in the middle of the night after yet another dream about Kaidou, the first thing he notices is that said boy is lying basically on top of him. Two thin arms are wrapped around his one, and soft hair tickles his chin from where the boy’s head is on his chest; how this happened, he doesn’t know. The second thing he notices is how stunning his friend looks in the moonlight, it illuminates his face perfectly. Kuboyasu spends a few moments admiring him, scanning over every feature with wide eyes. I never knew he had freckles, they’re adorable. And his lips look so soft… Before, he hadn’t thought he could find his best friend more attractive, but that’s definitely changed. And the third thing he notices, or rather hears, are footsteps.

 

This must’ve been what woke him up. They’re growing steadily louder, like someone’s coming up the stairs. His fighter instincts tingle, adrenaline pumping through him, ready to defend the boy he loves from whoever it is. The logical part of his brain tells him he’s overreacting, that the chances of someone getting into the house are extremely low, but he doesn’t care- it’s happened to him before, after all. He sits up slightly, dislodging Kaidou from where he’s lying, though the boy just mutters something and hugs his arm tighter, snuggling into his stomach instead. That summons more butterflies, and he tries his best not to let them distract him.

 

The steps are getting closer, definitely coming this way. Maybe I’ll thank whoever it is for waking me up. Seeing Shun this beautiful is life changing. But despite his somewhat soft thoughts, his glare remains strong, aimed at the door. He’ll act depending on who it is; despite wanting to be cautious about who sees them like this, for Kaidou’s sake, he’s not very eager to wake the boy up and would prefer to remain as his pillow.

 

When the footsteps stop and the handle turns, his heart is pounding. He’s more scared by the prospect of Mrs. Kaidou seeing them like this than any murderer- she’d probably make them hate themselves and eachother as well as killing them, after a couple hours of yelling, that is. I’m overreacting, it’s not an assassin. Not here. The door opens slowly, squeaking slightly, revealing a short man with dark blue hair. Kuboyasu doesn’t move, brows furrowing, and they meet eyes. The man’s red eyes widen. 

 

“Who are you?!” Kuboyasu snaps, free arm moving around Kaidou’s waist protectively under the blanket. This person doesn’t look like a threat at all, he looks innocent and weak, extremely pale and skinny, and both hands are empty, so he doesn’t see a point in attacking him.

 

The man stares fearfully, eyes catching on the obvious muscles and scars and how Kaidou is slumped over on him. But still, when he speaks, his voice is strong and he crosses his arms, summoning authority. “I should ask who you are, and why you’re in my son’s bed!”

 

Kuboyasu blinks. “Huh? You’re Shun’s dad?” Then he realizes what this means, face heating up.

 

“Yeah. And I’m guessing you’re his boyfriend?” Kuboyasu gapes, not knowing what to say as the man, who happens to be Mr. Kaidou, continues. “I always knew that boy was gay,” he says with a sigh, shaking his head. “Not that I have any problem with it. My wife will be fine, too- even though she doesn’t act like it, she has no real problem. Does she know? I haven’t been home in a while.”

 

He stares expectantly, and Kuboyasu clears his throat. His own dad thinks Shun’s gay? Then there’s hope… “I, uh, I’m actually not his boyfriend, we’re just friends.”

 

Mr. Kaidou starts laughing, not looking in the least bit perturbed from making such an assumption and being wrong. “You sure? Because he seems pretty attached to that arm.” It’s an attempt to lighten the mood, but it just makes Kuboyasu more uncomfortable.

 

“Heh, right…” He looks away, pursing his lips. Should I introduce myself or should I threaten him to not tell anyone? Ugh, this is so awkward!

 

“Well, I just got off a five hour flight, I’m tired. Nice to meet you.” The man smiles, then closes the door, leaving Kuboyasu dumbfounded. What… He didn’t even ask for my name? I guess he just wanted to see Shun after not being home for a while and wasn’t expecting me to be here. Well, obviously he wasn’t. But walking in on someone sleeping with your son, another boy, and he barely reacts? Still, if he tells anyone about this, I’ll beat the shit out of him. Actually, he’s Shun’s dad, so maybe not, but…

 

He glances down at the sleeping boy, and his heart barely contains itself in his chest. Fuck, he’s so cute! All previous thoughts dissipate as he lies back down and tucks the fluffy head under his chin with a brief, affectionate smile, eyelids drooping. Kaidou shifts, wrapping a leg around his friend’s hips, and Kuboyasu feels his cheeks heat up. How does he even manage this? We were so far away when he fell asleep, and now he’s lying on top of me! It’s amusing, to say the least, if not adorable.

 

He thinks back to a few days ago, wait, yesterday , when they first started getting more comfortable together, and their fight. How was that only a day ago? It feels like it’s been weeks. That fight was completely Kuboyasu’s fault, and he can admit it with confidence; he totally overreacted and Kaidou didn’t deserve that. I was being so dramatic for no reason. But I have this now, so it’s okay. Then Kaidou had that nightmare- thankfully he hasn’t shown any sign of one tonight- and they started being more touchy and cuddling , something he never would’ve dreamed of happening. That’s probably the best part of Kuboyasu’s month; no, year, perhaps even life.

 

Still, the thing is, he knows that cuddling isn’t usually interpreted as platonic- that much is obvious- and yes, he’s constantly afraid Kaidou will get uncomfortable, but God dammit, if he wants to cuddle with the cutest boy in the world, he will. Because Kuboyasu is used to getting what he wants, whether it’s through fighting or some other method, and he’s not about to give up now. Because he wants to kiss Kaidou, and he won’t give up on that, either. Because he’s determined to make it happen, and for his best friend to kiss him back, and for them to date, and for that kissing to become a regular thing, and for them to get married when they’re older. 

 

Because Aren Kuboyasu doesn’t want something only to give up on it- he goes through with it till the end, he finds a way. After all, he got where he is now from being a gang leader- he can do anything. He strokes his friend’s hair, tucking a strand behind his ear tenderly, and presses his lips to his cheek, where they linger for a moment. I’ll do it. I’ll marry him. It’ll take time and effort, but eventually, Shun Kaidou will love me as much as I love him. 

 

 

 

A few hours later, he’s awake again. Yawning, he rubs his eyes with his arm. “Morning, Aren,” a voice chirps. He doesn’t reply, opening tired eyes to see Kaidou leaning over him with a happy grin. Cute… He’s unable to help reciprocating his own small smile. “You slept late.” Did I? What time is it?

 

“Yeah,” he replies quietly with another yawn, eyes drooping closed. 

 

Hands shake his shoulders. “Hey, don’t go back to sleep! Papa is home, I want you to meet him!” 

 

“Oh, uh, I already did. He came in here last night.” He doesn’t see Kaidou’s reaction, but he hears the sound of something falling followed by a yelp. “Shun?” Pushing the comforter off himself, he sits up, alarmed, to see Kaidou lying on the floor rubbing his knee. A small laugh escapes, despite his efforts to keep it in. “What happened?”

 

Kaidou glares up at him, blushing. “I fell, obviously. What do you mean, he came in? Did- did he see? What did he say?”

 

Kuboyasu ignores the questions, pursing his lips to hide a smile. “How did you even fall? You were, like, nowhere near the edge.”

 

“Well, I was surprised, so I jumped away and then lost my balance.” His friend looks away as he speaks, blush deepening. 

 

“Oh my God,” Kuboyasu chuckles, smiling at him. That seems like something he’d do. 

 

“Don’t laugh!” Kaidou whines, standing back up and sitting next to his friend, who ruffles his hair affectionately. “How did Papa react? Should I be worried?”

 

Kuboyasu shakes his head. “He just uh-” Heart pounding, he looks away. “He thought I was your boyfriend,” he says quietly. “But then he said-”

 

“He thought what ?!” Kaidou exclaims, staring at him intensely, and he can feel his face burning up.

 

“Uh, yeah… But don’t worry! I told him I wasn’t and he said it was okay… But I didn’t even get to introduce myself before he left, it was really awkward.”

 

Kaidou gapes at him, also very red. “I-I’ll talk to him later.” He leans into Kuboyasu for a few seconds, deflating, before adopting his confident persona again. “It’s okay! The Jet Black Wings will solve this! Come on, I’ll introduce you, he’s actually a lot better than Mama.” His voice drops to a whisper at the end and his eyes scan the room anxiously as if he’s expecting his mom to be hiding somewhere.

 

“‘Kay.” Kaidou stands, grabbing his wrist and pulling. Kuboyasu pretends like he was pulled up, slightly smiling despite how much he’s dreading the situation. This will be so weird, hopefully he hasn’t told anyone about it. We’ll have to talk to him alone. Kaidou drags him along, holding onto his arm still, only letting go when they arrive downstairs. Even then, he flashes a happy grin, bumping his friend with his head affectionately. Fuck, I love him!  

 

Mr. Kaidou is nowhere to be found, but Mrs. Kaidou is, so they head over to her study. “Mama? Do you know where Papa is?” Kaidou asks. 

 

She doesn’t turn around. “He’s still asleep, he got home late. Are you boys going to work anytime soon?” They exchange glances.

 

“Yeah, we will. When Papa’s up, can you tell me so I can see him? It feels like it’s been a long time since we’ve talked in person.”

 

“Okay. Please spend a few hours working on that textbook today. I don’t care when, just be finished by dinner.” Kuboyasu’s blood boils and he grits his teeth at her tone. Wow, she doesn’t even care about him, just his school grades! I’d beat the shit out of her, but he still loves her despite how terrible she is. Oh, Shun, always seeing the best in people! Within an instant, his fury towards Mrs. Kaidou is replaced by admiration and love for her son. Said boy suddenly grabs his arm again, dragging him away, and he realizes Kaidou had been trying to speak to him.

 

“Huh?”

 

His friend rolls his eyes. “Pay attention. I was saying that we could either work or play games.” Kuboyasu frowns, surprised by his shift in attitude. “Sorry. I’m just in a bad mood from Mama,” Kaidou apologizes with a sigh, noticing his expression. She’s such a bitch. Kuboyasu scans the area quickly then pulls him into a tight hug.

 

“No, it’s not your fault. I’m sorry you have to deal with her,” he whispers, feeling his friend melt into the touch. “Why don’t we go back to your room, we can play whatever you want.”

 

“Okay!” The change in Kaidou is immediate as he pulls away, it’s like all his energy has returned and now he’s bouncing with excitement. How can someone be so cute? “Come on, let’s go! I have a new game I wanna show you!” That explains the excitement.

 

“Shun! No games! Go do your work now!” a voice yells. How’d she hear him?

 

“But you said-”

 

“I changed my mind.” Mrs. Kaidou opens the door to glare at him. “Do your work. Your friend can stay if he wants to work, too, but I expect you to have four pages done by ten. And study for a few hours.” Then she’s gone again. Kaidou stares at Kuboyasu, absolutely heartbroken, all signs of the happiness from before vanished.

 

Kuboyasu sighs, unsurprised and slightly offended at being referred to as ‘Kaidou’s friend’ despite how many times he’s come over. “It’s alright… I’ll go, I guess.”

 

“Unless you can stay…?” Kaidou asks hopefully, eyes pleading. Shit, I mean, I will… Kuboyasu opens his mouth to agree, but Kaidou continues before he has a chance. “Nevermind. I can’t make you stay to do work you don’t even need to do, sorry.” Kuboyasu doesn’t reply for a moment, considering it. I don’t have to work, it’d be nice to just hang out with him while he does. Maybe cuddle a bit more, who knows. Plus, I promised last night that we could hang out now.

 

“I’ll stay,” he declares, grinning.

 

His friend immediately perks up, proving the decision was worth it. “Really!?” he gasps, wide eyed.

 

“Mhm. Can’t promise I’ll work, but it’d be nice to just chill with you. It’s not like I have anything better to do.” 

 

“Thank you, Aren! You’re the best!” Kaidou beams, rushing forwards to give him a quick hug. Happiness blooms in Kuboyasu at seeing the boy so happy and knowing that he caused it.

 

“‘Course. But there’s not much to thank me for, you’ll still be workin’, I’ll just be there distracting you,” he teases.

 

Kaidou rolls his eyes. “Dude, it’s fine, it’ll be less painful with you here. But don’t distract me too much.”

 

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” They head upstairs, Kuboyasu wondering how lucky he is to be able to spend so much time with his friend. When Kaidou closes the door, he locks it. Huh…?

 

He must’ve seen Kuboyasu’s expression because he says, “So we can, uh, y’know… Nobody will walk in on us this time.” The ex delinquent’s eyebrows shoot up before he realizes what his friend meant. He made that sound bad. But it is Shun, of course he would.

 

“Right.” Kaidou takes a seat, and Kuboyasu hovers next to him awkwardly. How is this going to work… He definitely didn’t think ahead.

 

“Oh, uh… I have a bean bag chair, wanna sit there? It’s really comfy!” The boy points, already standing to move over there, pencil and one of the fattest textbooks Kuboyasu’s ever seen in hand. He thinks about how it’s surprising Kaidou can even carry that, knowing how weak he is, but then feels guilty for calling him weak, even if it was just a thought.

 

“M’kay.” The blue haired boy sits, moving over for his friend to be next to him. “Shun, is this enough space?” Kuboyasu is basically falling off, this definitely isn’t made for two people. 

 

Kaidou sets the textbook down, glancing at him. “Yeah. We just have to figure it out, hang on.” He starts wiggling around, moving to try and take up less space. Kuboyasu taps him on the shoulder and they meet eyes again.

 

“I don’t think this is gonna work,” he says with a small chuckle. “Unless you want to sit on my lap?” It was meant as a light hearted joke, but mentally he’s pleading that Kaidou will say yes.

 

“I-I, uh, n-no…” his friend stammers, blushing furiously despite having done it before, though perhaps those circumstances were special.

 

Kuboyasu tries to ignore the disappointment, smiling slightly. “I’m jokin’, don’t worry.”

 

“Ah, right!” Kaidou stands back up, grabbing the massive book, and Kuboyasu has to bite his lip to hold back a laugh at how he’s almost falling over from carrying the weight. “Okay, well, do you want to sit on the bed or the floor?” he asks.

 

“Bed, definitely.” Kaidou nods, throwing the textbook down and happily flopping onto the bed with all his limbs splayed out like a star. Smiling at his antics, Kuboyasu lies down more normally next to him, pulling a blanket over himself since the room is surprisingly cold. He wishes he could wear his jacket, but this shirt is part of how he’s attempting to woo Kaidou- people tend to find muscles attractive, and the scars probably can’t hurt either, making him look tough despite how he’s somewhat insecure about them. The way he saw Kaidou’s breath catch and his gaze pause when he first entered the room last night is proof that his plan just might be beginning to work.

 

Kuboyasu glances sideways at his friend, who’s already begun working, lying on his stomach. What am I supposed to do? Maybe this was a dumb idea. He hears a sigh and looks over at Kaidou again. “I don’t know why you wanted to stay, this is going to be boring. Do you want to read something? I have manga, or books, whatever.” He points to a shelf across the room that’s lined with dozens of books of all different sizes. There’s a second shelf as well, perhaps a hundred texts between the two. It’s actually pretty impressive.

 

“Damn, that’s a lot! I’ll find something, thanks.” Then again, Shun’s got a real imagination, so I guess this is where that comes from. I never knew he loved reading so much, though.

 

“No problem,” comes the reply, the boy looking up from his textbook for a moment to flash a slight smile. Kuboyasu stands up for a moment, fingers fluttering over the spines of books while he thinks. I wonder if he’ll let me lie on him, that’d be nice… Oh, maybe I should ask for recommendations, then we can talk about it! 

 

“What’s your favorite out of this stuff?” he asks, turning to face his friend. “I don’t read often, so I’m not really sure what seems good.” 

 

Kaidou sets his pencil down and walks over to stand next to him, scanning over the titles. He’s so short! That’s adorable… Kuboyasu suppresses the urge to wrap his arms around his waist and bury his face in the soft hair. He’s gotten over the initial embarrassment of his thoughts from when his crush first developed, weeks and weeks ago, and the romantic desires have only intensified. 

 

Finally, Kaidou pulls out a book that looks to be a few hundred pages long. There’s a cat on the cover. “I really like this. It’s actually a pretty long series, but not all of them have Japanese versions, sadly. And there’s fighting, so you might like that, I don’t know.” He hands the book over, looking embarrassed and nervous as a blush dusts his cheeks. 

 

Kuboyasu takes it curiously. “Warriors…?”

 

“Don’t make fun of me!” Kaidou snaps, already walking away. “It’s good once you get over the initial weirdness!”

 

Kuboyasu frowns. “I wasn’t makin’ fun of you. Don’t worry, man, I won’t judge you, it’s a book.” Silently, though, he is somewhat judging his friend as he skims through the pages. Cats? That fight each other? And what’s up with the names? This looks like it's for middle schoolers. Whatever, if he likes it, I’ll try to read it.

 

“I, uh, have more of them if you like it,” Kaidou says, not meeting his eyes. Clearly he’s insecure about this, it must’ve taken trust to tell me. 

 

“Alright. Thanks, Shun.” He takes a seat next to his friend on the bed again, daring to rest against the boy’s shoulder. Kaidou flinches, surprised and probably not expecting it, but doesn’t say anything as he continues working. They just lie like that, not speaking while they do their respective tasks. The book turns out decent, though it’s definitely not something he’d read if not for the hope that it’d create another interest he and Kaidou share, and hours later, by the time Kaidou finishes his homework, he’s halfway through the second book.

 

“Done!” the boy exclaims happily, slamming the textbook shut dramatically and slightly startling Kuboyasu despite the ex-delinquent’s usually calm demeanor.

 

“Great job!” He turns to look over at his friend, heart fluttering at how bright his smile is. 

 

They meet eyes and Kaidou’s grin only widens. “We’re playing games now!” he declares. An affectionate smile warms Kuboyasu’s face as he shifts to stretch slightly. 

 

“M’kay. Why about that game from earlier? The one you were so excited about,” he asks.

 

Kaidou blushes slightly. “Uh, I forgot that it’s singleplayer. Well, it’s not, but we only have one computer.” Kuboyasu chuckles, and the boy immediately gets defensive. “Don’t laugh! Stop!”

 

He looks genuinely upset and Kuboyasu frowns. “Huh? I wasn’t trying to be mean. Dude, you get way too defensive, I’d never purposely try to make fun of you, you don’t need to worry around me.” Kaidou blinks at him, wide eyed, and it seems like his words finally made an impact. Somehow, out of everything Kuboyasu’s told him, this has the biggest effect; the entire mood of their conversation has changed suddenly. That’s right. I really care, please accept it, Shun.

 

“O-okay…” Kaidou looks away after speaking. I need to know he believes me. He touches the boy’s knee hesitantly. “I’m- I’m sorry,” Kaidou chokes out, finally meeting his gaze with tears welling up in his eyes. 

 

“Shun… Hey, why are you crying? There’s no need to apologize.” he asks gently, wiping his friend’s tears away with a thumb. Did I do something?  

 

“I-it’s just… There’s a lot going on right now, and- nobody’s ever- nobody’s ever cared so much. About me. A-and you do, and you’re so nice and you make me so happy. And now I’m crying because I’m so pathetic and weak, and I d-don’t deserve you. Y-you’re just so awesome, and so strong, and so cool, and handsome, and nice, and amazing, and I’m so weak and I’m nothing like you. Aren, you-you’re perfect, and I’m not, and I don’t deserve you.

 

“I-I shouldn’t even be saying this, but it’s just, n-nobody’s ever loved me this much, you’re the only one who truly cares. Saiki and them, they’re all my friends, but they don’t care like you do, they don’t make me feel safe and warm and happy and like my life is perfect. W-when I’m with you, I can forget about everything bad and just be in the moment. And I love you so much, but I can’t express it and it makes me feel so terrible for not being able to reciprocate, and you do so much for me and I just don’t give anything in return and-”

 

Kuboyasu grabs his face in both hands, cutting him off. Anger courses through him. He snaps, “Shun, shut up! You’re literally the most perfect person I’ve ever met, you deserve all of this! And I mean it. 

 

“Sure, you’re not physically strong, but you’re fucking beautiful, and you care so much about everyone even if they don’t deserve it. Your grades are awesome , you’re literally a genius, and your work ethic and creativity? It’s impressive as shit, man. Yeah, I can fight people, I’m stronger than you, but I’m not as smart as you. I don’t have the ability to spend hours every day just working . I can’t write a story the way you do. I can’t make A’s on every test no matter how hard I try. I can’t do all this and still have lots of friends and a great social life. 

 

“What you do? It’s fucking amazing, I could never do it. You are fucking amazing. You deserve everything I give you. When I say I love you, I mean it, I truly love you, you’re the most incredible person I know. You’re the reason I’ve been able to stay sane and control myself and stay out of gang stuff. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably have reverted back to my old ways and gotten kicked out of school and fucked up my life long ago.

 

“I don’t care if you aren’t able to show affection or reciprocate or whatever because what you do right now is enough. You do whatever you’re comfortable with, I’m okay with it because as long as you know how much I love you , it’s fine. I’d do anything for you to know that, I’d do anything for you, period. I’d kill for you, I’d die for you. For you, everything, and you deserve it all.” By the end, Kaidou is gaping at him, twitching slightly. Their foreheads are together as Kuboyasu still holds his face, passion burning in his eyes.

 

“A-Aren… Did-did you- did you mean that?” Kaidou whispers finally, looking at him with a face as red as his bandages.

 

Kuboyasu’s own face heats up as he purses his lips. “Y-yeah… I did.” See, he has the sort of reckless, passionate love, where he rarely thinks before acting. But I had to say that, he needs to know!

 

Kaidou leans away and hugs his knees, staring down. “Okay… okay. T-thank you,” he whispers, wide eyes.

 

“Mhm, ‘course. It’s okay. I meant every word.” Kuboyasu tucks a strand of hair behind Kaidou’s ear, stroking his cheek with his thumb idly, trying his best not to stare down at his lips.

 

Kaidou meets his eyes nervously. “Thank you,” he chokes out again with a small smile. His breaths are shaky and eyes watering, and Kuboyasu holds his arms out. Kaidou moves closer, hesitating.

 

“C’mere, it’s alright. It’s just you and me, Shun, you’re safe with me.” Kuboyasu accepts him into his arms, holding him tight. Tears are beginning to wet his shirt, but he doesn’t mind. Poor Shun… He has to go through so much. The fact that he’s crying just from this shows a lot. I feel so bad, but I know he doesn’t want pity. The boy is tiny compared to him, but that’s alright- it just makes him easier to hug. 

This is not how I imagined tonight going, but maybe this isn’t so bad. Yes, he’s crying, but that’s normal for him. Holy shit, though, I can’t believe I said all that, it was so fucking impulsive, I probably shouldn’t have… But I’ll double check to make sure he’s alright later, I don’t want to make him feel worse now. Still, he called me perfect, and handsome, and all the rest of those compliments. Surely that means something? But as much as he wants to believe it, he can’t fathom that Kaidou feels the way he does. It’s alright, as long as he knows I care.

Notes:

Sorry for such a short chapter, I don't really know where this fic is going anymore and nothing has been pre-planned so bear with me lmao. Anyways I hc Shun as a Warrior cats enjoyer bc I used to be and he seems like he would be :) Hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 8

Notes:

I haven't posted in so long D: anyways new chapter! and im going on a hiatus until june (maybe later) this is NOT being abandoned! explanation in end note

Hope you enjoy! kudos, bookmarks, and comments are all greatly appreciated, and motivate me to keep writing!
Instagram: Leftglass (fanart, mostly kubokai lmao)

 

When Kaidou wakes up, Kuboyasu is still asleep. I never knew he slept so much… Of course, he spent the night again, which Mrs. Kaidou wasn’t too pleased about, but neither wanted to let the other go. So once Kaidou finished crying, they ate dinner, showered, played games, then slept.

 

Kaidou still hasn’t recovered from earlier, brain struggling to process everything even after a healthy eight hours of sleep. Like all those compliments? I still don’t understand him. He cares so much, but why? He doesn’t care this much about anyone else. It’s so weird… But nice. Awesome, actually. 

 

He’s still unable to get any of this out of his head, as to be expected. In fact, that’s an understatement: it’s the only thing he can think about. He hasn’t been able to focus since, and the only reason he was able to sleep was because of the thought that Kuboyasu cares. Because the truth is, Kaidou liked it, even though he started crying. It made him feel loved, it made him feel safe. 

 

His heartbeat is beginning to speed up again; if his friend was awake, he’d be able to feel it, but thankfully he isn’t. Again, though, Kaidou’s wrapped up in blankets and Kuboyasu’s arms, but it’s really comfortable and he can’t bring himself to move. Yeah, he is really comfy… He shifts a little, pushing himself closer to his friend and ignoring the embarrassment. Suddenly, a loud beeping goes off and he groans, the perfect, peaceful atmosphere destroyed. It’s Monday! I completely forgot!

 

“Turn that shit off!” Kaidou jumps, hearing the shout right in his ear, heart hammering. Kuboyasu hugs him tighter, curling around him slightly as if that’ll make the alarm quieter. 

 

“Aren, we have to get up, we have school,” Kaidou mumbles, but he only snuggles into the boy’s chest more instead of making an attempt to get up. His strong, huge, warm chest… Wait, shut up, Shun! What the hell? A deep blush spreads over his cheeks.

 

“Let's skip…” Kuboyasu yawns, pushing his chin into Kaidou’s shoulder.

 

As much as he’s tempted to agree, Kaidou knows his mom would murder him. “We can’t. Come on, let me up, we’re gonna be late.” 

 

As if on queue, there’s a knock on the door. “You two get up or I’m telling Mama what you’re doing!” Sora yells from outside. 

 

“Fuck…” Kuboyasu unwraps his arms, rolling over to face the wall, and Kaidou sits up with a yawn. 

 

“C’mon, get up.” Kaidou grabs Kuboyasu’s hand and pulls, but the boy doesn’t budge. “Arennnn!”

 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m gettin’ up.” He sits up quickly, not noticing how hard his friend is tugging, and Kaidou falls backwards with a squeak. “Oops, sorry.” Then hands lift him back up so they’re facing each other. 

 

Kuboyasu grins, and Kaidou blushes, looking away. “It’s okay.” He stands up, and his friend does the same a few moments later. They quickly get changed, in the same room, this time, Kaidou’s eyes finding their way to his friend’s body, subtly watching as his muscles ripple when he pulls his shirt up over his head, staring at the dozens of scars covering his chest, abdomen, and arms. I still can’t believe he got shot. Twice.

 

Kuboyasu just stares at the floor, and Kaidou attempts to justify his stare mentally. That wasn’t weird, I can’t not stare when he looks like that. All those scars and muscles, they’re so cool! Aren’s just really cool in general… He tries his best to brush it off as they head downstairs, having packed everything up. 

 

“I made breakfast, boys. Eat quickly or you’re going to be late,” Mrs. Kaidou says strictly, shooting Kuboyasu a glare. Why does she hate him so much?  

 

“Alright. Thanks, Mama.” Kaidou tries to keep his tone calm, not letting his anger show. They do eat quickly, eager to get away from her and Sora, who keeps glancing at them with a glint in her eye; Kaidou purposely avoids her gaze, terrified of the conversation they’re bound to have at some point over him and Kuboyasu’s relationship. No other words are exchanged as they leave, except for a quick, “We’re going now, bye,” and soon they’re alone outside. Immediately, Kaidou grabs his red bandages from his bag and begins wrapping his hands, evoking a chuckle from Kuboyasu.

 

“I was wonderin’ when you did that. Every morning once you leave, huh?” Kaidou glances over at him and nods, refraining from a small smile, then goes back to focus on the task at hand. “You got it? Need help?”

 

He shakes his head. “Aren, I do this everyday, I can do it.” 

 

“‘Kay.” They go back to silence, but it doesn't feel as comfortable as usual. For one, Kaidou is anxious because he just remembered his plan with Yumehara and Aiura, and he’s beginning to regret it. For two, he has to get back to his usual school personality, where he acts all tough, basically the opposite of how he’s been with Kuboyasu. And, of course, for three, he still can’t think clearly after last night, or keep all of the stuff that’s changed between them this weekend out of his thoughts.

 

I hope he doesn’t expect me to act like how I’ve been while we’re at school. If he acts the way he’s been, that’ll be bad, too, people will find it weird. We need to be careful. He thinks about speaking up about it, but doesn’t want to lead to another awkward conversation, so he holds his tongue. Hopefully he’ll feel the same way as I do. He can be oblivious, but he’s not dumb. Well, maybe sometimes…

 

When they meet up with Saiki and Nendou, Saiki, as usual, shows no surprise, but Nendou does. “You’re back together? I thought you broke up,” he says, shoving a finger up his nose. Broke up!?  

 

“H-huh, wha-”

 

“Gross, Nendou, stop picking your nose! And what do you mean, ‘broke up,’ what are you implying?!” Apparently, Kaidou doesn’t have to worry about Kuboyasu acting normal- his temper is back in full force as he seems to grow in height, leaning close to Nendou, teeth clenched in rage; there's no sign of the boy who ranted about how awesome Kaidou is just last night.

 

Nendou just stares at him dumbly as a hand yanks his wrist (and fingers) away from his nose. “Huh? I meant that I thought you broke up, like when pals stop being pals.” Oh.

 

“O-oh. Right,” Kuboyasu mutters, anger dying down as he looks away quickly, meeting Kaidou’s eyes with an unreadable expression. Kaidou shrugs back slightly. Nobody says ‘break up’ as in friends. But it is Nendou. A quiet sigh comes from Saiki’s direction, and both their gazes shift to him, but he just stares back and doesn’t speak. 

 

“Hah, you two are so dumb,” Nendou says, pointing and laughing at them. “Right buddy?” A hand lands on Saiki’s shoulder, pulling him closer. 

 

“Good grief,” is all the boy says, moving away. 

 

“I don’t want to be called dumb by you !” Kaidou yells right as he replies, standing on his toes and glaring up at Nendou.

 

Kuboyasu casts him a frown, touching his shoulder lightly. “Shun, calm down,” he chides gently.

 

Kaidou glances at him, then at the hand still touching his shoulder. That’s rich coming from you, Aren.

 

Nendou looks confused, but then brightens a few moments later. “Hey, do you guys wanna get ramen after school today?”

 

“We get ramen everyday,” Kaidou complains, Kuboyasu nodding beside him. 

 

“Yeah, can’t we try somethin’ new?”

 

“It’s always ‘ramen, ramen, ramen’ with you. I’m tired of it!” Kaidou agrees angrily, encouraged by Kuboyasu joining in on his complaining. Saiki stays silent on the matter.

 

“You guys are lame, ramen is awesome! And you haven’t had it in two days, Chibi. Three days for the transfer student.”

 

Kuboyasu sighs. “I’d prefer to make that four,” is all he says. 

 

“Yeah, and Aren and I have plans after school, so we can’t.” Please just go with it, please.

 

“We do?” Kuboyasu asks, clearly confused as he glances at his friend. Kaidou gives him a strict, meaningful look, and he laughs. “Oh, right! Yeah, right, I forgot about that, heh… Sorry, Nendou.”

 

“It’s okay. Oh, hey, wait, can buddy and I come along, too?” 

 

Kaidou shakes his head. “Nope, sorry. We’re plotting against Dark Reunion, Aren’s my top ally so he’s the only one allowed to come along.”

 

“Yeah. Sorry, man,” Kuboyasu apologizes again, continuing to play along.

 

Nendou sighs. “I don’t understand you and your Dark Reunion stuff, but okay.” 

 

“Of course you wouldn’t understand! You’re a mere mortal, unlike I, the Jet Black Wings! Puny humans like you could never understand!” Here, Kaidou places a hand over his face, smirking. He doesn’t explain how Kuboyasu technically understands despite being a ‘puny human,’ but isn’t asked about it.

 

“Huh.” Nendou just stares at him for a moment, then, as he’s about to speak, is interrupted.

 

“Nendou-kun!” Caught off guard by the sudden shout, they all turn, seeing Hairo doing bunny hops towards them, and stop walking, waiting for him to catch up, which he does a few moments later, standing up once he does. “Good morning, everyone,” he says with a smile, bowing his head. They all reciprocate greetings and begin walking again. Now, Hairo keeps Nendou distracted, and Saiki stays a few steps behind, so Kaidou and Kuboyasu are somewhat alone.

 

“So, we aren’t actually doin’ somethin’ today after school, right?” Kuboyasu asks, falling into step with the other boy and glancing sideways at him.

 

Kaidou shakes his head. “No, I just didn’t want to get ramen again. I think I’m doing something with Yumehara, but I’m not sure, we haven’t really talked much.”

 

“M’kay.” He looks slightly disappointed, but Kaidou shrugs it off- they spent all weekend together. Their shoulders brush, sending an odd fluttery feeling through Kaidou’s heart, but he ignores it since it feels nice, and they walk in peaceful silence for a few moments, Kaidou resisting the embarrassing urge to grab his friend’s hand that’s so close to his, they’re practically touching. I can’t. Not in front of our friends, even if he’s okay with it.

 

Suddenly, Kuboyasu speaks. “Hey, Shun, uh, about recently… I’m really sorry about what I did. Y’know about-” he glances around quickly, making sure nobody’s within hearing distance “-everything. With cuddling and sleeping together, I’m sure it’s so weird for you…”

 

As he speaks, Kaidou’s face heats up more and more, that by the end he’s sure he’s as red as his bandages. “I-I uh, it’s okay…” he whispers, looking away. Kuboyasu still looks doubtful, though. I need to prove it’s okay without giving away the fact that I liked it. He just doesn’t seem to believe me no matter how much I tell him! “Seriously. If you ever do something bad, I’ll tell you, so please don’t worry. You’re an amazing person, Aren, and I trust you with my life, but you worry too much. It was nothing, it’s fine.” 

 

Thankfully, Kuboyasu looks reassured now. “Okay, good. That was kind of stressing me out, thank you,” he laughs, closing his eyes as he does. Oh my God. That was so cute! Kaidou’s heart hammers as he stares at his friend, mouth forming a small ‘o’. 

 

“Y-yeah…” he murmurs, shaking his head and peeling his eyes away. Stop it, Shun! He’s going to think you’re weird!

 

A hand touches his shoulder. “Hey, you okay?”

 

He doesn’t look up. “Mhm. I’m fine, sorry.” Kuboyasu sighs, slinging an arm over his friend’s shoulder, only making Kaidou’s heart beat faster.

 

“You worry me sometimes. You just, like, zone out, and it’s concerning…” He’s stooped over slightly so he can speak softly into Kaidou’s ear, making the boy shiver. 

 

“I’m fine!” Kaidou exclaims, too loudly. Hairo turns to look at him, ignoring Nendou and frowning.

 

“Everything alright?” he asks, looking more than a little worried. 

 

Kuboyasu casts Kaidou a questioning glance and the boy glares back. “Yeah. We’re good,” the ex-delinquent answers with an apologetic smile, shutting his friend up with his own warning stare.

 

“Okay. Well, we’re almost there.” Hairo still looks confused but turns back around, and Kuboyasu grabs Kaidou’s hand, pulling him aside.

 

“W-what?” Kaidou gasps, blushing intensely. This is so embarrassing, people probably saw him grab my hand! And now Hairo’s concerned…

 

Kuboyasu just stares at him, squeezing his hand gently. “Shun, I’m sorry. You’re right, I worry about you too much.”

 

“It’s alright,” Kaidou sighs. He doesn’t take his hand back.

 

“‘Kay… Hug?” Kaidou looks up at him and sees someone almost unfamiliar. He looks… sad? There’s a hint of desperation, too, perhaps. He bites his lip and nods, holding his friend tightly. I don’t care if people see this, something’s up with him, and I need to help. He’s been acting weird, different, and not just because he sleeps with me and is oddly clingy. There’s something else, too, I can tell. What, though?

 

Kaidou smiles into Kuboyasu’s shoulder for a moment, then leans away. “We need to go or we’ll be late,” he says softly. His friend sighs, then nods.

 

“Right.” Kaidou flashes him a grin, hoping to make him feel better, but it only makes the boy purse his lips and look away. I don’t want to pry, and there’s no way I can confront him. I’ll wait a few days and see if he gets better, he decides. They continue the walk to school in silence, arriving in the classroom a few minutes later. 

 

When they enter, Teruhashi, Aiura, and Yumehara are all crowded around Kaidou’s desk. “Shun!” Yumehara calls out with a wave, right as he enters. He glances to his side nervously, seeing Kuboyasu gritting his teeth and cracking his knuckles. 

 

“Since when does she get to call you by first name?” he scowls, hunching over to speak in Kaidou’s ear. Kaidou gulps nervously, thinking of Friday and praying something like that won’t happen again. 

 

“I-I don’t know. She just started when we were texting this weekend…” he whispers back, trying to avoid the intimidating eye contact. Why is he so scary?

 

“Oh. That’s fine, I guess… But you gonna be alright with those three?” Kuboyasu asks, concerned now. He changes emotions so fast! I don’t understand that!

 

Kaidou nods, glancing over at him; he’s no longer glaring at the girls, instead having averted his gaze towards the ground. “Yeah, I’ll be okay. Why are you asking, though, come with me!” He doesn’t wait for a response, flashing a smile and grabbing Kuboyasu’s wrist, dragging him along while he protests; obviously, though, the protests weren’t serious, otherwise he would’ve easily escaped the grasp. “Hey,” he says with a small smile towards Yumehara. 

 

She smiles back. “Hi.”

 

“Kaidou-kun, what were you and Kuboyasu-kun talking about over there?” Teruhashi asks curiously, turning to him with large, dark blue eyes.

 

He gasps. “Oh, wow! Uh, I-I was- We were just talking about, uh, stuff! Yeah!” he stutters anxiously, face heating up. How am I supposed to react when she’s perfect? I know Yumehara is my girlfriend, but Teruhashi-san is just so pretty and cute! I get so nervous around her! “R-right, Aren?” he adds, glancing over at his friend.

 

“Yeah, I guess,” Kuboyasu replies stoically, showing no sign of the red cheeks or stuttering that usually affect guys when talking to the most beautiful girl in school. What’s up with him? No reaction, what the hell? Is he superhuman? The girls also look surprised, and Teruhashi’s perfect eyebrows are furrowed for a fraction of a second before she relaxes with a smile. Kaidou gasps at the sight, but again, no reaction from Kuboyasu. 

 

“Oh, alright,” she says with a wink, putting a finger to her lip adorably and smiling again. Oh, wow! Kaidou gasps again, cheeks growing hotter, and probably would’ve started stammering nonsense once more but for how his best friend is standing beside him like nothing happened. 

 

Kuboyasu turns towards him now with his own small smile, and although it’s not perfect like Teruhashi’s, it’s still warm enough to make his friend’s heart flutter. “Alright, well, I’ll leave you guys to it. See ya, Shun.” His tone is soft, much softer than when he’d replied to Teruhashi, and he ruffles Kaidou’s hair affectionately. For a moment, his hand moves down to cup his cheek before he drops it, realizing what he did and moving away as a blush dusts his cheeks.

 

Luckily, Kaidou’s face physically can’t get any more red so he doesn’t have much to worry about. “B-bye!” he stutters, wide eyed. His eyes linger on his friend as Kuboyasu goes to talk to Saiki, then he turns back to face the girls nervously. “So…?” The three of them are huddled together now, talking, and snap to attention when he speaks.

 

“He didn’t react to Kokomi-chan,” Yumehara whispers with a pointed glance towards Kuboyasu. 

 

“I don’t know what’s up with him. He’s been acting weird,” Kaidou replies, pursing his lips.

 

“Huh? Like how?” Yumehara asks, the others looking just as curious. 

 

Kaidou feels his cheeks heat up under the gaze of the three girls and shakes his head. “I can’t say, I’m sorry. It’s, uh, between us…” I definitely can’t tell them how he’s been acting!

 

“Why not?” Aiura complains, looking annoyed.

 

He crosses his arms, not meeting her eyes. “I-I don’t want to.”

 

“But-”

 

“Miko, leave him alone, it’s okay. More importantly… Are we still going through with the plan?” Yumehara asks, changing the subject and wiggling her brows.

 

Teruhashi raises a hand slightly, looking confused. “Pardon me, but what plan?” 

 

“Oh! I was gonna ask Kubonnu out since Chiyopipi’s boyfriend didn’t want him to be lonely now that Chiyopipi and him are dating,” Aiura replies, winking. Kaidou frowns at being referred to as ‘Chiyopipi’s boyfriend,’ but doesn’t say anything, slightly self-conscious in the company of three admittedly attractive girls. 

 

The blue haired girl looks doubtful. “I’m not sure if that’s a great idea,” she says with a small frown, twirling a piece of hair in her fingers.

 

“What? Why?” Aiura asks, eyebrows shooting up. “Just because he didn’t react to you doesn’t mean he won’t to me,” she says with a smirk. “Maybe he’s just not into perfect girls.”

 

“I don’t think that’s it…” Teruhashi murmurs with a glance at Kaidou. Huh? Why is she looking at me ? He blushes and she turns back towards Kuboyasu. 

 

“Well, what is it then?” Yumehara asks, confused. 

 

Teruhashi shakes her head. “I’m not sure. Ask him if you’d like, though, I want to see how it plays out.” What does that even mean? Aren’s just an experiment? I didn’t want this! He opens his mouth to say something,but Aiura and Yumehara exchange an evil grin, and he clamps his mouth shut, scared.

 

“Great! I’ll talk to him later.” Then she sighs. “It does kind of suck that Saiki won’t date me, even though he’s my soulmate, but I’ve given up. Still, this could be fun, don’t you guys think?” They all nod and she smiles. “Alright. Well, see ya.” Then she gets up from where she was sitting, on top of Kaidou’s desk, and heads back to her own. Teruhashi leaves, too, as the crowd around her begins to grow.

 

Kaidou takes a seat, smiling slightly at Yumehara. “So, are we doing something after school today?” he asks, pulling a notebook and pencil out of his schoolbag. Sure, the idea of a first date is scary, but he’s had time to process it by now and has certainly changed his view on some things this weekend, so it’s not quite as daunting as it was earlier.

 

“Ooh, that’d be fun! We should go to Café Mami, Chisato said there’s a couples discount,” she replies, grinning. 

 

Right, we’re a couple… He clears his throat awkwardly, having almost forgotten. “Alright, let’s do that then. Do you want to-” he’s interrupted by a shout.

 

“What the hell?! I’ve already told you no!” They both turn to see a very pissed-looking Kuboyasu looming over Aiura. “Leave me alone, I’m not going out with you!” Oh, shit.

 

She doesn’t look fazed though, and stands her ground, crossing her arms. “Why not?”

 

Kaidou hears Yumehara whisper, “She wasn’t supposed to do this right now!” and misses his friend’s response.

 

“Well, you should reconsider! This was the chipmunk’s idea, after all, since he didn’t want you to be lonely, so go yell at him, huh?”

 

“What? Shun?” Kuboyasu’s gaze immediately seeks Kaidou out, clouded by confusion and slight hurt. Kaidou stares at him with big eyes, too frozen by panic to feel angry about being called a chipmunk. Why did she say that? Why why why why why? He knows now!

 

“Yeah, him. Who else?” Clearly, Aiura is angry now, too, despite how calm and flirty she usually is- apparently Kuboyasu’s rage is contagious. Kaidou finally looks away and turns around, burying his face in his arms and trying not to freak out. He’s going to think I was trying to pity him or something! I just wanted to help and now he’s going to hate me! He doesn’t hear what Kuboyasu says next, lost in his racing thoughts.

 

“Hey, he’s coming over,” Yumehara whispers nervously. “He doesn’t look too mad…”

 

“Yeah, sure,” Kaidou mumbles into his sleeves incoherently. Something shakes his shoulder and he glances up to see purple eyes swirling with a multitude of emotions.

 

“Shun, can I talk to you for a moment?” Kuboyasu asks quietly, maintaining unflinching eye contact. Kaiou nods and stands up, unable to look at him and head drooping as they walk outside the classroom. “Well? Was it your plan?” he asks, rather calmly- at least, for Kuboyasu it’s calm. Kaidou nods again slowly, heart pounding; his friend doesn’t seem mad , more like disappointed and confused; somehow, that’s worse. Kuboyasu sighs. “I know you meant well, but I don’t want a girlfriend, alright?”

 

“O-okay… I’m really sorry, Aren, I really just wanted to help…” He crosses his arms tightly, hugging himself and looking at his shoes. I feel so bad, I should never have done this! This is so embarrassing…

 

He flinches slightly as a hand tilts his chin up and they make eye contact. His friend gives a reassuring half smile. “Hey. Don’t worry about it, ‘kay? It’s alright, thanks for tryin’ to help.” Kaidou’s face burns at the touch and his eyes wander through the hall, noticing how people are staring at them, so he just gives a small hum of agreement, not trusting his voice. The next thing he knows, Kuboyasu is hugging him tightly. “Are you and Yumehara doing something after school?” he asks with a small smile a few seconds later once he’s moved away.

 

That boosts Kaidou’s mood. “Yeah! We’re going to Mera’s café, I think.”

 

“First date, eh? That sounds fun, you’ll have to text me how it goes.”

 

Kaidou grins. “Of course! I’ll tell you all about it once I’m home, we can call if you want.”

 

His friend purses his lips. “What about facetime?”

 

“Yeah, or that, I don’t really care,” Kaidou replies, shrugging.

 

Kuboyasu chuckles softly. “‘Kay, let’s do that, then. And I think the bell’s about to ring, so we should go back inside.”

 

“Yeah,” Kaidou says, following him. “Funny how Mama kept saying we were gonna be late and we ended up early.”

 

His friend laughs lightly. “Actually, if I recall correctly, you were the one sayin’ we would be late.”

 

“That’s since you wouldn’t get up, dumbass!” Kaidou retorts, giving him a useless shove.

 

“Yeah, sure. Your bed is comfortable and you’re a great pillow, alright?” He grins as he says this, ruffling his friend’s hair as they step inside.

 

“Is that all I am to you now? A pillow?” Kaidou demands, cautious to keep his voice down. He flashes Yumehara a quick thumbs up to signal everything’s alright.

 

His friend looks offended. “‘Course not! You’re a decent blanket, too.”

 

“Aren! You jerk!” Kuboyasu laughs as Kaidou attempts to shove him again.

 

“C’mon, you can do better than that!” he encourages, making the boy stop and glare up at him.

 

“Screw you! Saiki, he’s being a jerk again,” Kaidou whines once they’ve made it across the room to their friend’s desk.

 

Saiki doesn’t react, giving both of them an annoyed side glance. “Good grief.”  

 

Kaidou’s retort is cut off by the bell ringing, finally, and Mr. Iguchi entering. He shudders, heading back to his own desk a little ways away- no matter how many times he’s seen it, that man’s smile still makes him uncomfortable. Still, his eyes remain on the teacher as he gives a quick lecture before homeroom begins, and once that’s over, he begins working on homework. 

 

To most, it would be obvious that Kuboyasu can’t keep his eyes off his best friend and is definitely not doing his work, but Kaidou’s too focused to notice, so every few seconds the boy’s gaze not-so-subtly shifts back to him. Normally, Kuboyasu would try to slip in a little bit of conversation- the classroom is loud enough it wouldn’t disturb anyone- but Kaidou’s brows are furrowed, his lips pursed, and his jaw set- he looks very handsome, and there’s no way Kuboyasu would distract him.

 

When Kaidou does finish his homework, however, he immediately glances over at his friend, surprised to find the dark violet gaze on him. Kuboyasu blinks, then smiles sheepishly, blushing a little at being caught. He was looking at me…? Kaidou stares at him for a moment before Kuboyasu stands to walk over. He squats on the balls of his feet as he usually does, glancing up at his friend. “Finished?”

 

Kaidou nods. “Yeah, I did today’s math homework so I have time to do those textbooks later.” I’d never admit it, but it’s kind of cute how he always sits like that.

 

Kuboyasu shakes his head. “I don’t understand how you can do it without havin’ the lesson. You’re a genius.” Kaidou blushes at the compliment, a small smile warming his face.

 

“Well, I’ve learned most of the stuff already thanks to Mama’s extra practice, so it’s not too bad. As annoying as it is, all that studying pays off.”

 

“Yeah, I know, it’s just impressive,” Kuboyasu replies, smiling slightly.

 

“Thanks.” Kaidou pauses for a moment before asking, “Why were you staring at me earlier? Like, when I was working?” he asks curiously. Judging by his friend’s reaction, that wasn’t the right question to ask. Crap, why did I think that was a good idea? This is so awkward now! Kuboyasu’s face is red and he stands up, which is immediately a bad sign.

 

“Well- I, uh… Y-you looked nice.” He averts his gaze, cracking his knuckles while Kaidou watches with furrowed brows. He was watching me because I looked nice? Huh? Why? What does that even mean? “Sorry, I- You just looked really handsome,” his friend says, smiling almost bashfully- definitely an odd look on Kuboyasu.

 

Kaidou gapes at him, crimson. “O-oh…” What the hell? Why would he watch me because of that, that’s just plain weird, was he not working? What’s been up with him recently? Especially today, it seems. “Hey, and why did you turn Aiura down? She’s really pretty and nice, even though she’s gyaru. I thought you’d like her.”

 

Kuboyasu doesn’t meet his friend’s eyes, instead fiddling with his sleeves. “Uh… You remember when I met her, you were there. After that, it was just… kind of uncomfortable, I don’t know. She’s nice and pretty, I guess, but I don’t like her or want a relationship with her.” Kaidou stares at him, confused.

 

“Yeah, but sometimes you just have to give someone a chance. That’s what I did with Yumehara, and look where we are.”

 

Kuboyasu frowns. “You’ve been together three days, haven’t gone on a date, and have barely talked to each other. I don’t know if I want that in a relationship.” Well, he’s not wrong, Kaidou thinks, an embarrassed blush heating his cheeks.

 

“Well, what do you want in a relationship? I’m sure if you asked someone they’d say yes, you’re really well respected and-”

 

“By well respected, you mean that everyone’s scared of me,” Kuboyasu interrupts, an edge to his tone. 

 

Kaidou winces. “Well, I guess…” 

 

“Are you scared of me?” Kuboyasu asks suddenly, staring down at him with an unreadable expression.

 

“No! You’re my best friend, of course not!” Kaidou exclaims, incredulous. Kuboyasu gives him a look and scoffs, though, and he sighs. “Well, it’s not my fault! You’re like twice my size, and super strong… If I didn’t have Black Beat, you could destroy me easily!”

 

His friend looks away, a sadness in his eyes. “I guess…”

 

“And you didn’t answer my question.” They never talk about these sorts of things, but there’s an excitement to it, and Kaidou is beginning to understand why the girls like to gossip so often. He’d been meaning to lighten the mood, maybe fluster his friend a bit, but Kuboyasu just sighs.

 

“I don’t know,” he says quietly.

 

“Come on! There’s got to be someone you like! Or just, like, your type, anything!” A blush dusts his cheeks as he realizes how he sounds, but he doesn’t really care at this point.

 

“I think you’ve been hanging around Yumehara too much.” He avoided the question again! There is someone!

 

“Aren! Tell me!” he whines, grabbing his friend’s arm. Kuboyasu sighs again, his free hand finding a place on Kaidou’s wrist, rubbing the bandages with a finger.

 

“Fine. I guess they’ve got to enjoy things similar to me, and like going on motorcycle rides and playing video games together… I don’t know.” 

 

Kaidou frowns.”Be more specific!” he exclaims, letting go of his friend’s arm and slamming his hands on the desk dramatically.

 

“What the hell is up with you? Why the sudden obsession with this?” Kuboyasu snaps, nervousness is betrayed by the cracking of his knuckles.

 

Kaidou shrugs, enthusiasm dying down at being scolded. “Well, I tried to get you a girlfriend and you turned her down, and then said you don’t want a girlfriend, so I guess I’m just curious.” It’s odd that Kuboyasu wouldn’t want a girlfriend- some people would kill for one. Although, I guess I understand not wanting to commit to a relationship in high school.

 

“I don’t know,” he sighs, suddenly sounding exhausted. Maybe I should leave it? “I just… a relationship sounds nice, but I don’t know about a girlfriend.” What does that even mean? Wait, relationship without a girlfriend? Then who…? Suddenly, his previous suspicions come flooding back, how could he have forgotten?!

 

“Without a girlfriend, like, with a boyfriend instead?! Oh my God, Aren, are you gay?!” he exclaims, slapping a hand over his mouth a moment later, although thankfully it doesn’t look like anyone heard. Kuboyasu’s face goes red, but he doesn’t deny it, simply crossing his arms over his chest tightly and looking away. “You are?” Kaidou whispers, gaping slightly. I didn’t think he actually was! His friend glances back at him and gives a small nod, jaw set tightly and refusing to betray any emotion. What should I say? Nobody’s ever come out to me before! I don’t even know any gay people! “I- uh… Okay. I m-mean, thanks for telling me!” 

 

Kuboyasu gives him a smile, though his lips only barely curve and it doesn’t hold the usual affection or kindness; he still seems anxious. “You’re welcome,” he murmurs, and Kaidou averts his eyes this time. Not that he even told me, I kind of forced that onto him… Crap, is that bad?! Should I apologize? But why didn’t he tell me sooner, we’re best friends, does he not trust me?

 

Kaidou glances back up, hesitating. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have pressured you like that…” he mumbles, feeling his own cheeks heat up. 

 

“Don’t. It’s okay, I was planning to tell you but… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. Especially after this weekend, I thought it would be weird, I don’t know.” Kuboyasu leans forwards, resting his arms on the desk and hiding his face in them. 

 

I mean, even though it was nice, it was weird even if he’s straight, so I don’t think this changes much. Kaidou blinks down at him, pursing his lips. But I was cuddling with a gay person. What if he gets the wrong idea or something? But at the same time, it’s Aren, he wouldn’t do that, right? I trust him. He adopts a small smile, placing his hands on top of his friend’s. “It’s okay. Seriously, this doesn’t change anything with us, okay? We’re still best friends, no matter what. I don’t care about your sexuality.” I don’t, do I? Even though he says it, he himself can’t tell whether it was the truth or not.

 

“Alright. Yeah, ‘course.” When Kuboyasu looks up to smile back, this time, it’s genuine and relieved; thankful. It makes Kaidou happy that he helped his friend, the boy who does nothing but care for him. “I love you. Thank you, Shun.” He loves me. Platonically, right? Kaidou just forces a wider smile, finding that now, he can’t help doubting everything. I know I said I don’t care but… It’s different now. He moves his hands away, tugging at his bandages a moment. Kuboyasu stands up straight again, shoving his hands into his pockets awkwardly and looking over his friend’s head. “I think Yumehara wants you.” He ruffles Kaidou’s hair and is gone before the boy can formulate a response.

 

Kaidou’s face drops slightly, the lingering touch of the hand filling him with an odd feeling. But then he looks over to see Yumehara waving him over, and stands, plastering on a smile. I need to forget about this, it doesn’t affect me. He’s my friend, my best friend; he trusted me enough to tell me, and now I’m acting like this ? Thinking he has a crush on me just because he’s gay? Guilt floods through him. I shouldn’t be thinking this, but I can’t help it! 

He tries to ignore the self loathing, returning Yumehara’s greeting. She asks what’s wrong, and he shakes his head, taking a deep breath. “It’s fine, just thinking about something.” A nod follows, and they fall into steady small talk, Kaidou’s thoughts still reeling, anger and sadness threatening to bubble over. He can’t help but glance away at Kuboyasu once more, biting his lip. I can never tell him about this.

Notes:

okay so explanation: I've been really unhappy with my writing as of late for this fic, I feel like there's a lot I can improve on. These chapters are okay imo, but I haven't been able to get past like 62k words since I keep adding and deleting stuff bc im struggling on how to progress the plot :/ plus school is leaving me with very little writing time, but i only have 3 more weeks! so i will begin posting (hopefully) about every 7-10 days again once summer has started

And if anyone has tips or ideas for the plot or future scenes lmk cuz im dying out here lol, anyways, hope u enjoyed the chapter!

Chapter 9

Notes:

Hey, I'm so sorry this took forever to post, I rewrote this chapter twice and then spent forever editing until I realized it was 12k words long and that's why it's been taking so long D: so now I've broken it up into two parts lmao, I'll post the second in a few weeks I suppose

Anyways, enjoy some hurt/comfort >:) i am an Aren angst enjoyer we need more of it fr

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Kuboyasu backs up against the wall nervously. How he even got into this situation is a wonder– he’d felt a presence from behind, whirling around only for Teruhashi’s fan club, of all people, to attempt to blindfold him. Of course, he pushed them away, quickly scanning the hallway for an escape, but he’s cornered. 

 

He sets his jaw, cracking his knuckles; obviously, the only way out of this is to fight. There’s a slight problem, though– he’s sworn off fighting. Now, there’s exceptions, but he wants to avoid brawls as well as he can, especially in school, though everyone pretty much knows of his past by now.

 

“What do you want?” he asks, glaring around. There’s probably around twenty of them, if not more. That’s not too much of a threat, as he’s won multiple twelve on one’s before, and it’s unlikely that these people have much fighting experience, but he still needs to be on his guard.

 

“You mistreated our Teruhashi-san, and now you deserve to be purged!” Menacingly, they begin closing in on him as he attempts to brainstorm ways to escape without hurting anyone.

 

What? Purged!? I didn’t do anything to her, right? I never even touched her! What the hell! He opens his mouth to speak, only for three of them to begin charging towards him. Shit. Guess I have to fight out of this one… Kuboyasu stands up straight, adrenaline flooding through him as he punches one in the gut and throws him into the other two, causing all three to collapse. 

 

There’s a collective gasp from the rest of them, and he braces himself as they all charge forward. A fog begins to cloud his mind as a fist collides with his face, and anger boils in his gut. Time seems to speed up as he begins fighting back, the pain from their injuries only serving to worsen his anger. At some point, out of the corner of his eye, he spots bystanders holding their phones up, and pauses, confused, until he realizes they’re cheering for him and recording.

 

As if exiting a trance, he blinks a few times, shoving someone off him, and gazes around. There’s countless unconscious bodies on the ground, and he can feel his face beginning to swell up. Something warm is running down his cheek, dripping onto his eyelashes, and he rubs at it a moment, only to find his hand is bloody. Kokomins continue charging at him, however, and he frowns, realizing that there are more, now– word must’ve gotten around about the fight, and there are now reinforcements. 

 

Shit. I need to get out of here. Shoving his assailants to the ground, he gazes around the hallway once more, grabs his bag, then glares at the people recording, flipping them off before sprinting away. It’s a good thing no teachers saw, but I can’t go to class this way, my uniform is ruined… Thankfully, a quick glance over his shoulder shows nobody is pursuing him, so he’s able to turn into the bathroom to clean up.

 

He’s breathing faster than he should be, and he knows why: for the first time ever, he ran from a fight. It intensifies the fiery pain in his ribs, the hell that comes with each breath. Kuboyasu sighs as he lowers his face into the cold running water, tucking his glasses back into his pocket. His eyebrow stings, that must be where the blood was from. 

 

Still, he’s hyperventilating, unable to catch his breath as he raises his head despite the pain, looking around wildly to confirm there’s nobody around. A groan of anguish escapes between the quick breaths as he realizes why this feels so familiar– it happened just a few days ago, after Yumehara had confessed to Kaidou and he had freaked out. Fuck! He can feel the pounding of his heart, now, and his hands are shaking as he holds onto the sink out of dizziness.

 

Get a hold of yourself! This is pathetic! It doesn’t work. I ran, I lost, and Shun’s still dating Yumehara. Shit, what would he think of this!? I’m so fucking weak! I’m supposed to protect him, and I can’t even handle running from a fight! He sobs loudly. After that, they keep coming, and despite how he covers his eyes with his hands, tears manage to streak down his cheeks. Anger morphs to sadness rather quickly as his head droops. God, I hate myself.

Hours could’ve passed– though it was probably shorter since nobody happened to enter the bathroom– when he hears a voice. “Aren…?”

 

Kuboyasu whirls around, eyes wide. He should relax when he sees it’s only Kaidou, but instead he only grows more panicked. No! He can’t see me as weak! Sucking in a breath of air, he turns away quickly, hiding his face by lowering his head.

 

Kaidou takes a step closer, and the room is quiet but for Kuboyasu’s breathing, which has begun to accelerate again. “Are you okay? I heard about the fight, and people said you’d run this way, so I tried to follow you and–”

 

“Why!? Just go! Y-you can’t see me like this!” Kuboyasu yells, hiding his face in his hands again. He tries to keep the shakiness out of his voice but fails.

 

Kaidou flinches a bit at his tone, then crosses his arms, standing straighter. “You’re my best friend, and I know how you hate fighting. Aren, I care about you.”

 

Kuboyasu doesn’t look at him. Some part of him wants to collapse into Kaidou’s arms, to be vulnerable for once, to show weakness and be cared for– to be loved by the boy whom he loves. He’s sure if Kaidou touches him, he’ll break down, so he takes a step away.

 

“Are you okay?” Kaidou repeats hesitantly. “Were you crying? I heard crying in here before I came in, and there’s nobody else here,” he says, voice gentle now. 

 

The other boy doesn’t reply, trying to control his breathing and ignore how dizzy he feels, like he’s going to pass out or even throw up. He can see Kaidou’s reflection in the mirror, how worried he looks, how fearful. I’m hurting him. He cares about me, and now I’m hurting him. This is all my fault! This is what happens when I can’t keep my emotions in check!

 

“I don’t know what’s wrong, please talk to me!” the boy begs. “I want to help!”

 

Kuboyasu’s heart breaks, and he swallows the knot in his throat, trying to slow his breathing enough to speak. “I lost,” he eventually chokes out. “I-I ran from a fight, I lost.”

 

Kaidou’s brows furrow. “Is that what this is about?” he asks softly, moving closer. This time, Kuboyasu doesn’t step away, nodding slowly, still refusing to turn around. “But… that’s a good thing, right? You said you wanted to stop fighting, so this is good progress!”

 

“I s-still hurt them,” Kuboyasu gasps, finding a hard time controlling his breathing as his emotions begin bubbling to the surface again at Kaidou’s reassurance. “S-so it’s not the same–”

 

Kaidou takes another step towards him. “Were you defending yourself, or did you start it?”

 

“Defending myself…” he whispers.

 

“Then it’s not your fault! You did what anyone in your position would’ve done, I promise. In fact, they’re lucky they fought you, because I would’ve gone full Jet Black Wings and turned them to ashes!”

 

That makes Kuboyasu snort a bit, but then he falls back into anxious breathing.

 

“Hey, it’s alright. If you need to cry again, you can, you’re safe with me…” 

 

How does he know what to say…? The gentle words cause Kuboyasu to choke out a sob as he stares at the ground, tears beginning to build in his eyes. I just feel so weakShun shouldn’t have to comfort me like this, and I shouldn’t be allowing him to! He begins turning around. I need to stop him, I need to–

 

Small arms envelop him in a hug, and he immediately breaks down again. No, not in front of Shun! This is pathetic! Real men don’t cry! 

 

Kaidou’s grip tightens a bit as he murmurs, “You’re not weak– you’re strong, Aren, so strong. Nobody else could’ve left such a tough life.”

 

Surely he can’t mean that, he’s probably just doing this because I always comfort him! He feels like he owes me, that’s gotta be it!

 

“We’re best friends, it– it doesn’t matter if you always protect me and comfort me. I’d do this regardless.”

 

Does he know what I’m thinking, somehow?

 

Suddenly, Kaidou leaps away from him, gaping. “Y-you’re bleeding! There’s blood all over–” He breaks off, pale, only to vomit into a nearby sink.

 

“Woah, you alright?” Kuboyasu immediately grabs his head, holding him gently and brushing his bangs away, pinning them back with his fingers. 

 

Kaidou gasps, breathing heavily and turning the sink on. “Y-yeah, I’m fine… Sorry.” He sighs, standing up for a few seconds, just staring at their reflections in the mirror. After a few moments, he cleans up and stands, leaning into his friend despite the blood now staining both their shirts. 

 

Kuboyasu stares as the boy presses his forehead into his shoulder, hugging him tightly. Then he smiles a little, ruffling his friend’s hair. “It’s not my blood, it’s from them.”

 

“Yeah, I figured,” Kaidou murmurs, still clinging to him. “It’s on my shirt, though. Mama’s gonna be pissed…”

 

The other boy scoffs. “Please, you think I don’t know how to get blood out? I’ll clean it for you, don’t worry, but we definitely can’t go to class like this.”

 

“Mm,” Kaidou hums, and Kuboyasu wonders whether he’s even paying attention or not.

 

“Shun, you still with me?” he asks, a little confused.

 

Kaidou just squeezes him tighter. “Yeah.”

 

“Ow, fuck!” Kuboyasu yells, shoving him off.

 

“Aren!?” His friend looks horrified, jumping away further. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, I can’t control my strength sometimes, even with these bandages! Ugh, curse the Dark Reunion for forcing me to wield these powers in order to defeat them!”

 

Suddenly, Kuboyasu feels light headed; the adrenaline from the fight and his emotions is beginning to wear off all at once, and his body is flooded with pain as the world turns. He ignores his friend, holding a hand up to his head. “I think I need to sit down…” he mumbles, leaning on Kaidou for support.

 

The boy stares at him, worry etching his features. “Of course! Here, we’ll find somewhere, an empty room or something, okay? Actually, why don’t we go to the nurse!”

 

Kuboyasu shakes his head rapidly. “Please don’t get the nurse, school nurses are terrible, and the principal and everything would get involved. Too much trouble.” 

 

“I don’t know how much I can help, then…” Kaidou murmurs, looking away with furrowed brows.

 

“It’s alright,” he says tightly, breathing shallowly as the pain continues to grow. “Let’s just– just find somewhere, ‘kay?”

 

The boy nods. “Right.” He wraps his arm around Kuboyasu, buckling under his weight as the boy slightly leans on him, but they begin walking easily enough.

 

After a few minutes, and a steady flow of curses leaving Kuboyasu’s lips, they find an empty storage room. Kaidou turns the light on as Kuboyasu collapses onto the ground, groaning; a moment later, the other boy takes a seat next to him. “You alright?” Kaidou asks, glancing at him.

 

“Y-yeah, I think so… My ribs are bruised, but that’s the worst of it.”

 

“Are you sure?” Kaidou still looks doubtful, and very concerned. “You look like you’re in a lot of pain.”

 

Kuboyasu sighs deeply, relaxing his expression and leaning over to rest his head on his friend’s lap. “‘S alright…”

 

Kaidou frowns for a moment, then gives him a weak smile, definitely trying to put on a brave face. “Okay. But… but I’m still worried about you,” he says quietly, voice shaking a bit. He leans down, and Kuboyasu’s heart speeds up as Kaidou cradles his head in his arms and presses their cheeks together in a sort of hug.

 

I really thought he was gonna kiss me… God, I’m so dumb. Kuboyasu realizes then that he’s lying on his friend’s lap, or his head is, and his face immediately grows warmer. He’s sure Kaidou can feel the warmth, too, so that makes it all worse, but the boy doesn’t comment; Kuboyasu does hear a small sob, though. 

 

“Don’t cry, Shun, it’s alright. I’m-” he takes a breath, wincing in pain, “-fine.” He doesn’t have the energy to move, otherwise he would’ve raised his hands to pet his friend’s soft hair in an attempt to comfort him.

 

“Y-yeah, I know, but… I didn’t know where you were, you disappeared! And then you wouldn’t answer my texts and calls, and I got worried, so I went around looking for you. Then- then all those guys were knocked out and people were saying there was a fight, and I figured it was you, but you’d run off! I was so scared…” His voice has dropped to a whisper at the end. All this time, he hasn’t moved from his friend’s face, still pressing their cheeks together, which of course means their lips are a few inches apart- that realization sends another fluttering through Kuboyasu’s heart.

 

“Shun… I– You… It’s alright, Shun, I’m here, and I love you. Thank you.”

 

Kaidou frowns, brows furrowed slightly, finally moving away, leaving Kuboyasu slightly disappointed. “Why do you keep saying my name?” he asks, evoking a gentle yet painful laugh from his friend.

 

“I like saying your name. Is that bad?” 

 

Kaidou purses his lips for a moment, then shakes his head. “Nope.” 

 

Kuboyasu smiles. “Good.” 

 

Kaidou stares at him briefly, then speaks up suddenly. “Hey, uh, speaking of names, can– can I call you ‘Ren? Like, as a nickname?” Kuboyasu’s heart almost explodes. A nickname? That’s so cute! Nobody’s ever given me a nickname! 

 

He grins. “‘Course! I’ve never had a nickname before, it’s cute.” Kaidou gives a small laugh, somewhat nuzzling his friend, and the butterflies multiply, though Kuboyasu only snorts slightly. “Screw that. You’re cuter, idiot.” 

 

“Hey! I am not an idiot!” the boy retorts, but it’s lighthearted. He doesn’t complain about being called cute anymore. Somehow, Kuboyasu, being in hellish pain this whole time, is happy. He’s on Kaidou’s lap , and the view is amazing, being able to stare up at his friend. This is definitely something I want more of. Shit, this is awesome.

 

“Your legs are really comfortable,” he murmurs recklessly, smiling up at his friend. “Great pillow, ten out of ten. Better than your chest.” Poor Kaidou looks like he’s embarrassed even more so than before, and Kuboyasu decides to spare him from any further words.

 

“I- uh, t-thanks?” His face is beet red, making it difficult for Kuboyasu to not start laughing.

 

He hums, “Mhm.” He attempts to sit up, not wanting to make Kaidou feel more uncomfortable from him lying on his lap like this, especially after that comment, but the boy grabs his hand suddenly.

 

“No, you’re gonna hurt yourself more. It’s okay, don’t try to move,” he says strictly. “And what happened to my legs being comfortable?” He intertwines their fingers, staring down at his friend, concern written clearly all over his face.

 

Kuboyasu bites his lip, settling back down with a painful sigh, sure he’s blushing. “They are.” See, the thing about being around other people is that although it still hurts, he has to keep the tears in, hide his emotions. And as much as he trusts and loves Kaidou… that’s the problem, he loves him too much. He doesn’t want to appear weak in front of his crush, not when he’s the strong one, Kaidou’s personal bodyguard in a way.

 

Kaidou moves his other hand, drying tears and blood from his friend’s face with his wrist and sending Kuboyasu’s heart fluttering. “I just… I don’t know how this could’ve happened,” he whispers. 

 

“That makes two of us. They didn’t even know how to fight, but there were just- there were so many, and people were recording, so I just ran…” he trails off, struggling to admit that he actually ran from a fight. It’s a huge hit on his self esteem- he’s always had fighting, and he never runs or loses, but now he does? Even though it was unfair and definitely impossible to win, it still hurts. I’ve grown so soft since becoming a goodie-goodie. I know that was the goal, but still…

 

“Yeah. Hey, ‘Ren?” 

 

Kuboyasu’s heart flutters when he hears the nickname for the first time. He smiles. “Mhm?”

 

“I know I said not to move, but can I unbutton your shirt?” Huh!? “I need to look at your ribs. Mama always makes me carry around a First Aid kit for emergencies, and I’ve taken medical classes, so I can help a bit. Also, I have instant ice packs in here.” Shun, my savior! He’s always perfect, so smart and prepared!

 

“Right. Thanks, Shun.” He sits up, squeezing his friend’s hand to fight the pain and causing Kaidou to yelp. “Shit, I’m so sorry!”

 

The boy shakes his head with a weak smile. “No, it’s okay,” he replies, squeezing Kuboyasu’s hand back. Apparently, all his former qualms over hand holding have disappeared, or perhaps it’s because of the circumstances that he allows it. He shrugs off his jacket as Kaidou unzips it, shivering as cool fingers brush his collarbone and begin unbuttoning his shirt. 

 

Kaidou sighs again. “Alright. I’m gonna take it off, okay? You said your ribs were hurting, so there could be swelling, and I have more ice.” He begins unbuttoning the buttons he hadn’t gotten to, Kuboyasu’s heart hammering as he looks away, refusing to meet his friend’s eyes. “No bruises, but it’s on the bone, so that’s expected.” Kaidou runs his fingers over the skin briefly, almost professionally, yet it makes Kuboyasu’s breath catch. “They’re swollen, so I’ll get ice. And some for your face, too.”

 

The hands move away and he’s able to breathe again. “‘Kay. Thank you for takin’ care of me,” he replies, blushing a little. Kaidou glances back at him and smiles slightly.

 

“You’re my friend. Of course.” Kuboyasu’s heart drops because it’s true– they’re just friends; Kaidou would do this for anyone, he’s not special. Then the boy laughs, “I always forget how muscular you are. No offense, but you don’t look like it.” He places the cold pack on Kuboyasu’s ribs, cool fingers brushing the skin for a moment. Another is set on his bruised, probably soon to be black, eye.

 

“Oh, heh, yeah. I guess.” He is offended a little, but whatever. Heart hammering, he has a thought. “Shun?”

 

Kaidou glances at him, having begun putting everything away. “Yeah?”

 

“Y’know what would make me feel better?” he whispers, smiling slightly.

 

“What?”

 

“If you come over to my house later...” His grin grows.

 

Kaidou beams. “Yeah, sure!” 

 

“...And held my hand again. Right now.” This part is said hopefully, because he doesn’t believe Kaidou will say yes. However, although the boy’s cheeks go red, he nods after a few seconds.

 

“I-I guess…” he whispers, looking away. Kuboyasu can’t help smiling and takes the bandaged hand in his own, interlacing their fingers as his heart pounds.

 

“Perfect,” he breathes. 

 

Kaidou just stares at him strangely, scanning his face. “You have a cut on your eyebrow,” he says, running fingers from his free hand over said cut and causing Kuboyasu to flinch slightly. “That’s going to scar. I’ll clean it, though I’m gonna need both hands, sorry.” He tries to tug his hand away, and Kuboyasu’s brows furrow. Was he lying to make me happy? Maybe he doesn’t want this? The boy releases his hand quietly, feeling sad, and moves the ice pack from his eye. “Thanks,” Kaidou mutters, and a few seconds later Kuboyasu’s brow is stinging from antiseptic, though he doesn’t react. Did I make things awkward? I’d thought he wanted it, that’s why he said yes, but now he probably thinks I’m weird because of how I reacted! Shit!

 

Their faces are close, to where he can see those oh-so-adorable freckles of Kaidou’s. His friend is focused, lips pursed as he leans over and dabs a q-tip containing more medicine over the cut. God, he’s beautiful. His lips! Don’t kiss him, Aren, you’re being a dumbass, this’ll ruin everything! “God, you’re so hot.” Kaidou freezes. Fuck, did I say that out loud!?

 

“W-what?” How the hell do I fix this… Play it off as a joke! Yeah, that’ll work!

 

“I’m just kiddin’,” he chuckles nervously, “Just a bad joke, sorry.” It’s a good thing he’s learned how to lie, and he silently thanks his old lifestyle: a rare occurrence.

 

“W-what’s going on, Aren?” the boy whispers, sounding scared, and Kuboyasu realizes he’s accidentally glaring at him. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment, relaxing his expression, but Kaidou’s breathing has quickened now– he looks terrified, and Kuboyasu himself is horrified as he recognizes that expression from their fight a few days ago.

 

Kuboyasu reaches a hand out slowly. “Shh, nothin’. Hey, it’s alright, I’m sorry if I scared you…” His fingers touch his friend’s shoulder gently, not missing how he flinches, and begins rubbing small circles with his thumb. “It was a bad joke, I’m sorry.” 

 

Kaidou looks confused, but not as scared now. “W-why, though?” What can I say to that? Think, think!

 

“Because you’re cute when you’re flustered,” he says, smiling slightly. 

 

Kaidou blinks, surprised but not offended. “Oh…” He bites his lip, then leans forwards, moving closer to lie against his friend’s chest, being careful to not dislodge the ice packs and not seeming to notice the way Kuboyasu grunts in pain. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been really stressed lately and… I don’t know. I can’t think straight, everything feels wrong.” He wraps his arms around a startled Kuboyasu, pressing his face into his bare shoulder. “This is my fault, I don’t know why I thought anything of that when you were just being nice, I’m sorry. I’m so weird.”

 

“W-woah, hey… It’s not your fault, don’t worry, it’s mine.” Kuboyasu wraps his arms around his friend, hyperaware that he’s not wearing a shirt. Guilt courses through him, because although he didn’t even mean to say that, it wasn’t a joke. “And who the fuck told you you were weird?” he demands, anger beating back guilt and sympathy, a rare occurrence around Kaidou. The boy doesn’t answer, and he hears a sob; Kuboyasu’s heart breaks as he descends back into gentleness. “Oh, Shun…”

 

“I’m sorry, you’re injured and now I’m crying, I just–”

 

Kuboyasu grabs his face, and they meet eyes. Kaidou’s are already watery. “Shut the fuck up.”

 

The boy hiccups, blinking, and the tears fall. “W-what?”

 

“I said shut the fuck up. I don’t care about me, I care about you . Tell me everything, I will help.” Kaidou sniffles, looking away, and Kuboyasu pushes his head back to his shoulder as he starts crying again. My love… No, I can’t think of him like that, he’s not my boyfriend! Yet. God, we better start dating soon. 

 

Unable to help more guilt for thinking about this when Kaidou is literally crying into his shoulder, sobbing about things Kuboyasu can’t understand, he sighs quietly. Of course, he doesn't know what to say to comfort Kaidou, though, so he just closes his eyes and holds him, running his fingers through the boy’s hair and rubbing his back.

 

“Can– can I ask you something?” Kaidou asks quietly, tears still running down his face.

 

“‘Course. What is it?”

 

“How did you-” he pauses, and the door is thrown open.

 

An astonished voice. “Shun? What the hell are you doing!?” Kaidou whips around and Kuboyasu looks up. 

 

“I-I– Nothing!” Tears stain his face, and more begin to well up.

 

“Kuboyasu-kun!? What– what happened here!? Your face, and where’s your shirt? Wait, over there, nevermi– Is that blood !?” Kuboyasu picks Kaidou up, ignoring the way the pain sets his body aflame and lifting him into his lap, holding him close as he begins crying again, harder this time.

 

Anger surges through him, fueled both by embarrassment at being found like this, hiding in a storage closet, and pure rage over Kaidou being interrupted when he’s already feeling so bad. “Shut up! Go! Look what you did, he’s cryin’ again!” he shouts, tightening his grip on the boy and glaring at Yumehara, who looks pissed now.

 

“What!? He’s my boyfriend ! I should be comforting him, not you!” she exclaims angrily, hands on hips.

 

Kuboyasu puts more force into his glare, pleased when she flinches. “Too bad, he’s mine! Who’s lap is he in, huh?”

 

“Are you gay or something!? Stop trying to steal my boyfriend!”

 

“You don’t deserve him!”

 

“No, you don’t!”

 

They continue bickering, and all while they’re yelling at each other, Kaidou’s cries grow louder and he covers his ears. 

 

“ Stop arguing !” he screams finally, shutting them both up. The room grows quiet, his sobs the only sound. “Yumehara, go, please . I-I’ll talk to you later, I promise.” She looks betrayed but only huffs, stomping off and shooting a smug Kuboyasu one final glare. “Aren, I–” Kaidou’s cut off by a loud sob. “I don’t like her,” he whispers once she’s gone. “Can we just go home…?”

 

Kuboyasu’s previous fury is replaced by gentle love for his friend. “‘Course. Wanna come to my place?” Kaidou nods. “Alright. I can call my parents to pick us up, ‘kay? They’ll understand, and took a day off from work.”

 

“Thanks.” Kaidou leans back into him, shifting to get comfortable and hugging his neck, sending sparks of pain, surprise, and happiness throughout Kuboyasu’s body. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asks, glancing up.

 

“Nope, you’re good,” Kuboyasu lies, pulling out his phone and resting his chin on his friend’s shoulder as he calls his dad. It’s picked up a few seconds later. “Hey, Dad. Can you come pick us up? I got into a fight, can’t really walk right now.”

 

“What!? I thought you weren’t gettin’ into fights anymore!”

 

Kuboyasu sighs. “I know. I didn’t have a choice, though. Please, just come pick us up, I’ll explain later.”

 

“You better explain yourself!” He then pauses. “Who’s ‘us’?”

 

“Oh, uh, Shun.” When he says the name, Kuboyasu can’t help smiling, glancing at the boy, or at least his hair.

 

His dad whistles. “Alright,” he chuckles. “Can he hear me?” Kaidou hums ‘yes’, looking slightly confused.

 

“Yeah.” Kuboyasu silently wills his dad to not say anything weird; his parents both know he’s gay and that he has a crush on Kaidou, though thankfully they support him– he’s not very good at hiding things, especially from them, so it was only a matter of time until they found out.

 

“‘Kay. I’ll be there, then, you’re lucky I’m off work today. Hey, Kaidou, give Aren a kiss for me, yeah?” 

 

Kuboyasu’s face goes beet red and he can feel his friend stiffen. “Dad!”

 

The man starts laughing loudly. “See ya soon!” He hangs up, and Kuboyasu sighs. 

 

“Sorry. He’s weird.” 

 

But Kaidou only starts giggling, holding onto him and laughing into the crook of his neck. “I love your dad, he’s hilarious. Does he know?”

 

“Know what?” Kuboyasu asks, confused.

 

“That you’re gay. Is that why he said that?” Now, the boy meets his eyes.

 

He chuckles. “Oh. Uh, yeah, my parents know. Honestly, you’re probably right, they both always tease me whenever there’s some cute guy.”

 

“And I qualify as said cute guy?” Kaidou asks, still laughing somewhat, pink dusting his cheeks. 

 

He’s becoming more confident, good. Kuboyasu grins and cups his cheek in a hand. “Of course. You’re the cutest guy yet.” 

 

Now, Kaidou goes red. He laughs nervously, looking away. “T-thanks.” 

 

“No problem.” Kuboyasu can feel the warmth on his hand, and it only makes a smirk grace his lips. “I know I’ve said this, but you look even cuter when you’re flustered.” His other arm drapes over his friend’s shoulder as Kaidou gasps, staring into his eyes. The eye contact continues for a few moments longer than it probably should’ve before Kaidou hides his face in Kuboyasu’s arm.

 

“I– Ugh, y-you’re such a flirt!” he exclaims, clearly embarrassed.

 

Kuboyasu chuckles, internally excited. So he knows I’m flirting! “Only with you.” Kaidou’s head jerks back up, wide eyed. “I mean, you’re the only one who deserv– who I’m comfortable enough with.”

 

“Oh. Right, t-that makes sense, I guess.” He averts his gaze for a moment, looking at the door at the end of the hallway, voice kind of awkward. “Uh, should we get ready? Your parents will be here soon.”

 

His friend follows his gaze and nods. “Yeah. Help me up, will you?” Kaidou stands, then holds out a hand, which Kuboyasu takes, attempting to stand. Then the boy falls down onto him, pulled by Kuboyasu’s greater weight and eliciting a curse of pain from him as he hits his head on the wall, Kaidou squeaking in surprise. “Fuck, sorry!” His friend is lying on his chest and lap, face a few inches from Kuboyasu’s. Shit! Oh, God, this hurts so much, but I don’t want him to get off!

 

“Y-yeah, it’s alright…” The boy doesn’t move, though. “Have I told you how pretty your eyes are?”

 

Kuboyasu stares at him, cheeks heating up. “I, uh, I think so.” 

 

Kaidou smiles, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “They are. Your face is prettier, though.” He doesn’t seem to realize how, under him, Kuboyasu is panicking. Shit, fuck, he just called me pretty!?

 

“Oh, heh… I, uh– Thanks…”

 

“It’s nice to look at.” My face!? “You– you’re nice to look at…” Kaidou then looks away, flushed. Kuboyasu just stares up at him, mouth forming words but nothing coming out. The moment is shattered by the ringing of Kuboyasu’s phone, and Kaidou quickly crawls off of him, squeaking, “Sorry!” as if he only just then realized he was still lying on top of his friend. Kuboyasu blinks, still gazing at him with confusion and wonder as he grabs his phone, accepting the call.

 

“Y-yeah?” he asks, flustered out of his mind.

 

“Your mom and I are at the side of the school, where the hell are you? And why’re you so out of breath, don’t tell me you two were makin’ out!” It’s his dad again, and Kaidou can definitely hear the phone again, for a yelp escapes him and he hides his face in his hands.

 

Kuboyasu grits his teeth, red faced. “Shut the fuck up, Dad, he can hear you! He’s not even gay, you’re makin’ him uncomfortable!” He’d only said what was obvious to him, not registering the admission that Kaidou is indeed straight. He rolls his eyes as his dad laughs. 

 

“Shun, sorry, give me a sec. Dad, I’m gonna try to stand.” Kuboyasu painfully pushes himself to his feet. The world immediately tilts sideways, and he slides back down the wall, fighting the urge to throw up. “Fuck, I can’t, you might have to come in and help me,” he gasps.

 

Mr. Kuboyasu sighs. “Tell the pipsqueak to meet me, ‘kay? I still don’t know how you managed this, though.” The last part is muttered, and causes Kuboyasu to grit his teeth in anger.

 

“Yeah, whatever. Hey, Shun, go find him. And here, take my phone so he can guide you.” Kaidou looks at him, somewhat nervous, but then sets his jaw and nods.

 

“Okay.” His voice cracks a little, but he grabs a book from his bag and the phone, wandering off and allowing Kuboyasu to collapse back onto the ground painfully and close his eyes, thinking about anything except the pain; it’s definitely worse without Kaidou around.

 

It feels like an eternity has passed before he hears footsteps, one pair light and the other heavy. He opens his eyes to see his dad and best friend standing behind an open door; the height difference makes him want to laugh, but he doesn’t have it in him. “Oh, Aren…” his dad murmurs, sounding full of pity. 

 

He glares up, knowing full well how he looks and getting defensive. “Shut up! Don’t talk to me like that!” 

 

The man sighs, beginning to grab his stuff while Kaidou lingers a few feet away. “Alright, alright. That’s a lot of blood, did you beat ‘em up, at least?”

 

Kuboyasu shrugs. “There were a lot, but I probably knocked out ten or more; a few ran off, too, before the fight was over. I ran, though I could’ve stayed longer.” 

 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, that’s good stuff. I’ll carry you, alright?” Kuboyasu’s eyes widen and he shakes his head rapidly, attempting to push himself to his feet again, only to gasp in pain.

 

Kaidou rushes over to help him. “Be careful!” He at first attempts to help hold him up, but then it turns into a hug, and they slowly sit back down. “Aren, I don’t want you to hurt yourself anymore… Let him carry you.” His face is pressed into his friend’s collarbone.

 

“But–”

 

“Please,” Kaidou begs, interrupting and staring up at him. “You don’t know– It hurts to see you like this. Please .” 

 

Kuboyasu gapes, watching the tears begin forming in his friend’s eyes. He swallows a knot in his throat, tearing his own eyes away. “Fine,” he mutters, attempting not to start crying himself. The way Kaidou looked at him… So much sadness, so much care, so much love . A look like that shouldn’t be given to someone like him, someone so reckless and angry and broken. 

 

Kaidou just sighs in relief, squeezing him tightly and burying his face back into the muscular shoulder. Kuboyasu hugs him back, mostly to balance but also to feel his friend’s smaller, gentler body. How easily he could destroy someone like that, but instead he loves him. Why? Why does he have to deal with this, why can’t he just be some normal straight guy who isn’t in love with his best friend and doesn’t get into fights constantly? He can feel the tears pushing their way into his eyes, and takes a sharp breath. Kaidou just hugs him tighter. “It’s okay, Aren. I love you,” he murmurs, a hand on Kuboyasu’s back moving up to touch the mid-length purple hair. I’m so fucking weak. I don’t deserve him, he deserves better. 

 

He knows he shouldn’t be getting doubtful now , not when he’s shirtless in his crush’s arms after all that’s happened, but he ran from a fight. Sure, it wasn’t technically a loss, but it’s really fucking with him mentally. He doesn’t deserve any of this, and certainly not Kaidou. There’s no way they could ever be together– every little thing he’s done, it’s useless. A painful sob escapes. “Hey, ‘Ren… Hey…” Kaidou looks up at him, and he loosens his arms. Embarrassment floods through him at being caught crying again- just another failure. Today’s a really shitty day. 

 

“Look at me.” Kaidou grabs his cheeks, the bandages fuzzy on his skin, and his heart begins pounding even faster as the boy stares up at him. “I don’t really know what’s going on, but why don’t we go to your house so we can talk? You can tell me everything, or just whatever you’re comfortable with, I don’t care. Just– whatever makes you feel better, okay?” 

 

Kuboyasu swallows, looking into his eyes. “‘Kay,” he chokes out, trying not to break down right there. How’d he know something’s up? He rubs a hand over his eyes. “Fuck, Shun, I’m so sorry…” he whispers, hugging the boy again, ignoring the constain pain in his ribs, used to it by now.

 

“Woah, hey, don’t apologize… There’s nothing to apologize for. Just like you told me, remember? After my nightmare, you said no more apologies. It’s okay to cry, everyone cries.” This evokes a shaky breath from Kuboyasu, who’s still on the edge of tears.

 

“God, I love you so much. So fucking much, Shun, you have no idea.” Kaidou just hums quietly, holding him tighter. “Please don’t make me cry, though, it hurts.” An attempt to crack somewhat of a joke and lighten the mood: it works. 

 

Kaidou laughs gently, leaning away. “Okay, I won’t. Are you ready?”

 

“I am,” Kuboyasu’s dad speaks up. They both turn, having completely forgotten he was there. He’s smirking.

 

“Fuck off, Dad!” But Kuboyasu looks back at Kaidou, not really caring and instead smiling. “But yes, I am.”

Notes:

I love Aren's parents so much, there's more of them in future chapters because of that lol. I might also edit this chap later I'm tired rn but I really wanted to post anyway :) Hope you enjoyed

Chapter 10

Notes:

Hello people in my computer! Ima be honest i haven't written anything at all since the last update, in fact I've deleted like 4k worth of words, BUT i am planning on finishing this! It'll definitely take a while bc my motivation isn't what it used to be, but whatever.

Also, if I don't reply to comments its bc I'm awkward and I see them then forget to reply but by then it's too late so I just don't, but I do read and appreciate all of them! Probably my number one motivator is just scrolling thru my inbox lmaoo

Anyways, enjoy the chapter! Kudos, comments, and bookmarks are all greatly appreciated!

When they arrive at Kuboyasu’s home, his face is wet with tears– clearly, the bumpiness of riding a motorcycle put him through hell again, though Kaidou doubts he’d ever admit it. His parents force him to lie in bed despite the stream of curses and a persisting argument, and Kaidou follows him, gently joking about his very creative insults and carrying multiple ice packs. 

 

Currently, though, about an hour or so later, he’s talking to Kuboyasu about random topics while the boy is fighting sleep meds along with a heavy dose of pain meds— it’s quite an experience. He’s acting sappy, almost, as he holds Kaidou close to his chest and hugs him. Not that I mind it. It’s quite nice, actually. Just as friends! It is kind of weird to be wearing his clothes, though…

 

“Mmm, Shun, you’re so fuckin’ adorable. I love you,” he slurs, resting his head onto his friend’s shoulders. Oh, and that: constant compliments, ‘I love you’s, and phrases that make Kaidou’s heart flutter in a peculiar way. Still, Kaidou wants to ask him something. “What are those flags on your wall?” There’s three— surely Kuboyasu isn’t just gay if he has three flags, even if one is the classic rainbow? But he didn’t bother telling me, so who knows.

 

“Hm?” His friend either didn’t hear or didn’t understand him.

 

He repeats, “I asked about the flags.”

 

Kuboyasu shifts, turning Kaidou around, too. He takes the small, bandaged hands in his own and smiles slightly. We’re holding hands!? I can’t! But… I suppose he’s still feeling bad, so it’s okay, I guess… “Oh. Well, there’s three, right? Green and blue one, that’s the gay flag.”

 

Kaidou blinks at him, confused. “I thought that was the rainbow one?”

 

His friend shakes his head. “No. That’s for all queer people, y’know?” Kaidou cocks his head slightly, but Kuboyasu just shrugs. “I like men.”

 

“Yeah, I knew that,” he says, still not understanding. “What does the flag mean, though?”

 

“Do you think men are hot?” his friend asks instead, inclining his head slightly and resting his chin on a pillow, staring at Kaidou intensely.

 

The boy has to fight to hold back a laugh, seeing how serious Kuboyasu looks about the question. “Um, no. I like girls, Aren,” he laughs a little awkwardly.

 

The other sighs, blinking up at him, looking genuinely confused. “Why?”

 

Kaidou blinks, growing flustered as he always does when talking about girls. “They’re pretty…” he mumbles, attempting to hold back a smile at the thought.

 

His friend yawns, pressing his face into Kaidou’s arm, now. “Boys are prettier. You’re prettier than any girl I’ve ever seen,” Kuboyasu mumbles into his skin, breath warm and causing Kaidou to bite his lip as his heart begins hammering.

 

“Huh?” Kaidou stammers, confused, feeling his cheeks begin to burn.

 

The boy doesn’t respond, snuggling into his arm. “Do you wanna kiss girls?” he asks instead, voice beginning to take on something Kaidou interprets as annoyance, perhaps.

 

“I— Uh, y-yeah…” Face bursting into flames, Kaidou stares down at him, wondering what these questions are about.

 

“I kissed a boy once,” Kuboyasu sighs suddenly. “In a dream.”

 

Despite being curious, Kaidou’s overtaken by embarrassment even at the thought of asking who it was or any other related details. “Oh, uh… Cool.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

They fade into awkward silence for a few moments before Kaidou pipes up. “What about the other flags?” he asks, giving up on the current once.

 

Kuboyasu doesn’t raise his head. “Right. The one with the black triangle is demiromantic.” 

 

“What’s that?” Kaidou wonders aloud.

 

“People who only develop crushes on someone once they’re close,” his friend murmurs, squeezing his hand gently.

 

“Cool,” Kaidou repeats, unsure of what to say and unused to the new terms and thoughts racing from the new information.

 

“Yep. And then, of course, the classic rainbow.” He gestures to it with their intertwined hands, not even looking up, and Kaidou nods, unable to hold back a smile from his unusual behavior. 

 

“Of course,” he agrees, attempting to stay serious despite feeling oddly happy. “This is really cool, Aren, thanks for trusting me. I know it can be difficult.”

 

Finally, Kuboyasu raises his head to grin. It turns to a grimace as he sits up and pulls Kaidou into his lap for a hug, the boy gasping at the unexpected touch, ready to reprimand him for moving too much. “Yeah, kinda… But I trust and love you, Shun, I want you to know.” 

 

That calms Kaidou down, so he doesn’t say anything and gives his friend a soft smile. 

 

“Also, I hate to ask this, but could you go get me some water, please?” 

 

With a small laugh, the boy nods, gently escaping Kuboyasu’s grasp, an odd empty feeling emerging once he no longer feels Kuboyasu’s hands around his; still, this’ll give him some time to try and wrap his head around all this stuff. Unfortunately, he runs into Kuboyasu’s parents in the kitchen, who are talking in hushed voices. They glance up, hearing him coming.

 

“S’up, Kaidou. How is he?” 

 

He just shakes his head. “Delirious. He’s fighting the sleep meds, though he hasn’t mentioned any pain, thankfully.” They both exchange a look, Mrs. Kuboyasu sighing.

 

“Oh, well. Maybe cuddle him a bit, hm?” she asks, and Kaidou goes red. How do they know about that!?

 

“Or give him a goodnight kiss,” Mr. Kuboyasu adds, kissing his wife and giving Kaidou a smile that somehow looks sincere. Oh, nevermind, they’re just trying to make me uncomfortable.  

 

He purses his lips, trying not to let it get to him. Kissing Aren… “Y-yeah, um, maybe.” They laugh and his face bursts into flames, irritated and embarrassed; he’s way too scared of them to say anything, though, and it’s all in good humor, so it’s alright, he supposes. As he pours a glass of water for his friend, they begin talking together again, and he quickly retreats.

 

He returns to Kuboyasu’s room, observing it for a moment before closing the door quietly. It’s still quite scary, but he’s been here enough times it feels almost comfortable— despite the fact that it’s somewhat messy, there’s bullet holes in the wall, and it looks like something out of a delinquent manga, it’s Kuboyasu’s room, and if he’s there, it’s safe. 

 

Anyways, the pride flags add a pop of color that definitely does not match the rest of the room, and his eyes are immediately drawn to them. “Aren, I’m back,” he calls, glancing around the room absentmindedly. There’s a groan from Kuboyasu’s direction, and Kaidou hurries over. “Hey, you alright?”

 

“No. Tired and sore. Bruises everywhere,” he yawns, voice slurring a little. So he admits it! The boy glances at him, gratefully taking the water and bringing it to his lips, drinking the whole thing in one sip and sighing. “C’mere with me.” He grins sleepily and Kaidou hesitantly lies next to him, not wanting to hurt him. 

 

He can’t help glancing at his friend’s lips, remembering what his dad said, and kissing still on his mind from him and Kuboyasu’s earlier conversation. Kissing Aren… I’m not gay, and I’ve never kissed anyone, so I wouldn’t, even if he has nice lips… Ugh, this is so weird! I’ve never kissed a girl, how could I kiss a boy? Why am I even thinking about this!?

 

He moves closer to his friend, pulling a blanket over them. “You should sleep— all that medication, it can’t be good to fight it. You’ll feel better when you wake up, and I’ll be right here, okay?”

 

Kuboyasu sighs, rolling over slightly to face him. “Yeah, but only if you cuddle with me,” he almost pouts. It’s kind of cute, actually, the way he’s acting, despite being very unlike what Kaidou’s used to.

 

The boy grins and replies, “Of course.” He leans over, pushing himself closer and resting his head on Kuboyasu’s chest, wrapping his arms and legs around in a sort of gentle hug, cheeks heating up despite how many times they’ve done stuff like this. “This doesn’t hurt you, right?”

 

“Nah, it’s perfect,” his friend breathes, lying his chin on the fluffy blue hair and shifting just slightly. Kaidou finds himself smiling, moving his hand to Kuboyasu’s own hair and stroking it slowly. 

 

“Alright. You’re being really cute right now.” He’s not sure why he said it, and his cheeks start burning, but Kuboyasu grins at him.

 

The boy chuckles slightly. “Thanks.”

 

“Y-you’re welcome.” Somehow, complimenting his friend is more embarrassing than lying on his chest and playing with his hair.

 

Kuboyasu laughs again. “M’kay, well, I’ll sleep now. Love you.” He smiles tiredly, wrapping his arms around his friend and shifting slightly.

 

Kaidou smiles back. “Yeah. Sleep well.”

 

“Night, I guess.” He yawns, pushing his head into his friend’s shoulder. “I love you.”

 

“Yep, already said that,” Kaidou laughs, twirling purple hair between his fingers. “Love you too, ‘Ren.”

 

His friend then sighs, apparently not going to sleep. “I love that. It makes me so happy to have a nickname, I guess. It’s cute.” Kaidou hums happily in agreement. “And you can leave once I’m asleep, if you want. Just lay with me for now, ‘kay?”

 

“As if. I’m gonna try to take a nap, too,” Kaidou murmurs, smiling into the boy’s chest.

 

“Oh.”

 

“Yeah. Go to sleep, now, okay? I’ll be here when you wake up.”

 

“M’kay. Love you again, Shun.”

 

Kaidou laughs softly, and it’s full of affection. “I love you again, too, Aren.”

 

“Shit, you’re adorable…” Then he finally stops talking, arms tightening around Kaidou, though not to the point of making him uncomfortable. His breathing slows a few minutes later, and it’s clear he’s fallen asleep despite his apparent pain. Kaidou sighs happily. That was cute. The way such a terrifying person can be reduced to this , that’s insane. My own Aren. He’s my secret. With a shock, Kaidou realizes that he’s come to the realization that when he says he loves Kuboyasu, he actually means it, and isn't just saying it because he feels he has to reciprocate. I want this forever. 

When Kaidou wakes up, his friend is still asleep, as expected. Honestly, his parents pumped him so full of painkillers, it might be better that he sleeps— he may feel sick since he almost definitely had more than he should’ve. Still, Kaidou’s tempted to wake him up, but he doesn’t; he just rolls off him carefully, not wanting to wake him accidentally.

 

“Shun…” He turns sharply, then sighs in relief, the boy is still asleep. Wait, why is he saying my name in his sleep? Kaidou’s heart pounds, then he shakes his head. It was probably nothing. Still, the thought remains fresh on his mind, and although he wants to wake Kuboyasu up, he really does, he’s afraid of getting yelled at— morning Kuboyasu is terrifying, and he’s not ready to see if ‘morning’ translates simply to ‘after waking up.’ 

 

Glancing over at him, he stretches out, yawning, and remembers how peaceful his friend looked over the weekend when he was sleeping. Right now, however, Kuboyasu looks almost in pain: his brows are furrowed, lips pressed into a frown, and without Kaidou’s weight on him anymore, he’s shifting restlessly. Concern floods through Kaidou as he watches, the skin around his eye is now very visibly dark purple, almost matching his hair. “Shit…” But despite everything, a small laugh escapes him suddenly. Of course Aren would say ‘shit’ in his sleep, I’m not even surprised.

 

He averts his eyes, heart pounding suddenly. Why am I watching him sleep, though? This is just weird. Sighing, he moves closer, pressing his back against his friend. A few moments later, arms wrap around his waist and he hears a yawn. How did that wake him up!? “Shun?” a drowsy voice asks, breath tickling the hair on his neck.

 

“Uh, yeah, I’m here. Go back to sleep, you sleep too lightly, I barely moved.”

 

But Kuboyasu sits up, turning Kaidou as he does so they’re facing each other. “I’m awake now, though. We should do somethin’, how long were we asleep?” His hand moves to stroke his friend's fluffy hair and he leans into him with another yawn, pressing his forehead to his shoulder.

 

Kaidou feels his heart warm, unable to prevent the grin forming on his lips. He’s surprisingly clingy. Actually, I knew that, but it’s adorable. He glances over at the clock across the room, eyes widening. “Five hours.” How did I sleep for five hours!? I wasn’t the one on sleep meds! What the hell?

 

“That was the best sleep I’ve had in a while,” Kuboyasu murmurs, yawning again. “Maybe you’re just as good of a blanket as a pillow.”

 

“Hey!” Kaidou’s cheeks heat up and he lightly smacks him in the face with a pillow. Kuboyasu only laughs. 

 

He pushes his face further into Kaidou’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around him. “Yeah. Y’know, I’ve been thinkin’ about somethin’.”

 

“What?” Kaidou asks curiously.

 

“Can you get me a boyfriend? Y’know, since you wanted to get me a girlfriend?”

 

Kaidou gapes at him. “W-what?” he sputters. “I can’t get you a boyfriend ! I don’t even know anyone else that’s gay!” For some odd reason, he feels a surge of jealousy. Would that mean this would have to stop? If he had a boyfriend, surely they’d sleep together and we couldn’t? Actually, I’m technically with Chiyo, but… I don’t care about that, to be honest. And we aren’t really together, she just confessed and I went along with it… Wait, crap, is that bad? Am I leading her on!?

 

Kuboyasu sighs. “Fine. I suppose I already have a cute boy who loves me, right?”

 

“Yeah… Wait, what!? Who!?” Kaidou snaps his head up, staring at him wide eyed. His friend meets his gaze, a little confused.

 

“Uh, you?” 

 

Kaidou’s cheeks heat up. “ Oh ! Am I, like, your boyfriend, now?” he jokes, deciding to go along with it. To his satisfaction, Kuboyasu’s cheeks go red and he looks flustered, averting his gaze as he cracks his knuckles. He speaks but nothing comes out, and Kaidou crosses his arms, smiling smugly and closing his eyes. “Ha–”

 

“You sure act like it,” another voice interjects. They both whirl around to see Mr. Kuboyasu standing in the doorway, smirking.

 

“W-what! No, I don’t! What does that even mean!?” Kaidou exclaims, roughly pushing himself away from his friend. “We’re not like t- that ! We’re just friends!”

 

“Shun, he’s just—”

 

Mr. Kuboyasu holds his hands up. “Woah, kid, I’m just kiddin’. No need to get all flustered.” He smiles and Kaidou stares. Then he shifts his gaze to Kuboyasu, whose expression is unreadable as he cracks his knuckles. He’s nervous. Why?

 

As embarrassed as Kaidou is at being found out, he trusts his friend’s dad; despite how terrifying he usually is, as they both are, he feels somewhat safe. It was a joke, Shun. Calm down. He sighs, moving closer and lying against his friend, hugging him. When did he start hugging Kuboyasu for comfort? It’s fine, calm down. “Hey…” Kuboyasu murmurs, a smile in his voice as he envelopes Kaidou in his arms. 

 

“I’m not his boyfriend,” Kaidou mumbles halfheartedly, knowing it looks very different right now. I don’t care. All that matters is what we think. I think that Aren is very handsome and deserves a real boyfriend, not just an overly attached best friend. 

 

Kuboyasu strokes his hair. “It’s alright, Shun. He’s just joking, you know how he is.” His voice is tight, though, and it’s confusing Kaidou.

 

“Yeah, I know.” Obviously. It’s still embarrassing, though.

 

“Aren, how’re ya feelin’?” Mr. Kuboyasu changes the subject, asking what he’d come in to ask.

 

Kuboyasu shrugs. “Fine, I guess, though my head hurts. Could be worse.” He smiles down at Kaidou, who’s still hugging him.

 

“Good. You had me worried earlier, though I know you’ll be alright. That’s my boy.” He pauses, and Kaidou can feel Kuboyasu move slightly. He lifts his head to see him and his dad seemingly having a conversation with their eyes, so he just snuggles back into his friend’s shirt. “Alright, you two have fun. Shout if you need anythin’,” Mr. Kuboyasu says a moment later. They both nod.

 

“‘Kay, thanks, Dad.” 

 

“Thank you.” The door squeaks slightly as it closes. A hand scratches his head, and Kaidou looks up, frowning. “What the hell? Are you petting me?”

 

Kuboyasu grins and chuckles. “You’re like a puppy.” Though, despite his tone, his cheeks are dusted pink. Kaidou’s own are red, but he just rolls his eyes. 

 

“Idiot! Don’t come running to me when Dark Reunion launches their final attack!” If he mentioned the Dark Reunion since he’s insecure about being called a ‘puppy’ or ‘chihuahua,’ it’s nobody's business.

 

“You’re just gonna let me die?” Kuboyasu demands, aghast. That’s what Kaidou loves so much about him, instead of making fun of his delusions— and yes, he’ll admit they’re delusions— he just plays along. It makes him feel seen and happy.

 

“Yeah. Unless you take me shopping right now.” He smirks as Kuboyasu blinks.

 

“Shun, I’m injured!”

 

Kaidou shrugs. “Too bad.” In truth, he loves these little conversations, these petty arguments that have no real meaning. “Fine, if you get me food, then I’ll save you.” 

 

Kuboyasu grins immediately, and shouts, “Pa!” very loudly. “Get us some salami!” 

 

“Ask your mother, I’m workin’!” he shouts from somewhere across the house— ironic considering he just said he’d help them.

 

“So am I, lazy-ass!” she yells back.

 

“Don’t worry, one of ‘em will come,” Kuboyasu says, seeing his friend’s horrified expression.

 

Kaidou’s frown dissipates as he looks at him with wide eyes, beaming. “Aren! I love you!” He throws his arms around Kuboyasu again, tackling him in a hug and hearing a grunt of pain. “Oops, sorry.” He sits up and his friend stares up at him, red faced, a surprised smile warming his features. Kaidou feels butterflies just looking at him, and also blushes. That’s the most beautiful smile… He’s so amazing.

 

“It’s alright.” 

 

“You have a nice smile,” Kaidou blurts out, smiling uncontrollably himself. 

 

That only makes his friend grin wider. “Y-you think?”

 

“Yes! It— it makes me happy, you should smile more.” He’s beet red now, but doesn’t care because surely Kuboyasu deserves to know how amazing he is. 

 

“Thanks, Shun,” Kuboyasu says warmly. “I love you.”

 

“Love you, too.” Kaidou then sighs, lying his head on the boy’s chest, enjoying the comfort of his company. “I don’t know what to do.”

 

“Well, we could just stay like this,” Kuboyasu suggests quietly, beginning to stroke his friend’s hair.

 

Kaidou frowns. “I don’t know, this is kinda boring.”

 

“Oh. Y-yeah, you’re right, nevermind.” Kaidou’s brows furrow. He sounds sad.

 

“Aren? Is something wrong?” 

 

Kuboyasu blinks at him as he lifts his head, then uses a hand to push him back down gently. “I’m fine, just— I don’t know. A bit stressed, I guess.”

 

“Oh. That’s understandable, a lot has happened. Wanna talk about it?” He silently wishes that his friend will say yes, because clearly something’s been up with him, and he wants to know what it is.

 

After a few moments of hesitation, Kuboyasu nods, not meeting Kaidou’s eyes. “I just, I don’t know how to start–” He’s interrupted by his mom entering the room, carrying a plate of salami. 

 

She casts one glance at them, Kaidou on top of him with their faces together, and frowns. “Rean, you called it!” she shouts suddenly.

 

“Hah! Told ya so!” another scream echoes across the house. Kaidou and Kuboyasu exchange a glance, flustered out of their minds. Then Kaidou realizes what she holds, and stands up immediately.

 

He walks over to Mrs. Kuboyasu slowly, as if in a trance, gaping with happiness once he sees that she is, indeed, carrying his favorite food. The plate is beautifully arranged, too, with a variety of crackers, cheeses, and other meats— how she did this in the two minutes since they asked for it is amazing. She looks wary as he approaches, which is expected judging by the look in his eyes and somewhat maniacal grin. “Aren, he’s freakin’ me out.”

 

Kuboyasu only laughs from where he’s sat, watching the whole ordeal. “Shun, c’mon, you better share!” Kaidou glances back at him and nods, still grinning.

 

“Thank you so much!!” he gushes, giving his friend’s mom a quick grin and taking the plate from her. 

 

She still looks confused but smiles. “Of course.” Her and Kuboyasu exchange a glance as Kaidou retreats to where he’s sitting, then she shrugs and closes the door.

 

“Your mom’s the best!” Kaidou exclaims once he’s sat next to his friend. Kuboyasu chuckles, leaning his head on the boy’s shoulder and taking a piece of cheese while Kaidou begins devouring salami.

 

“Dude, slow down! The hell?”

 

Kaidou blinks at him and frowns. “It’s good, though!” he replies through a mouthful. I’m not being weird, am I? It just tastes so good!

 

“Alright, whatever.” His smile is strangely affectionate, and it makes Kaidou’s heart pound faster. Why do I feel like this? He pauses from eating, taking his friend’s arms and wrapping them around himself. “Shun!” Kuboyasu laughs, beginning to lean on him more anyways. The boy smiles back giddily and doesn’t respond, beginning to eat again, slower this time.

 

Kuboyasu’s arms, his body, are like a blanket of warmth. It feels like love, like happiness; or at least to Kaidou it does. He savors the feeling, leaning into his friend’s strong chest. “So cute…” Kuboyasu mumbles into his hair, so quiet Kaidou barely picks it up; his face flushes red when he does, though. It sounds like Kuboyasu says something else, too, but he can’t make it out. 

 

“Hey, so, uh, before your mom came in? You still wanna talk about that?” His friend sighs, and Kaidou goes quiet, regretting asking. “Sorry.” He shoves more food in his mouth, embarrassed.

 

“No, no, it’s fine. I just— I wanna tell you, I do, but it’s hard, y'know?” He sounds tired. “To, uh, talk to people about stuff, I mean. Like, emotions. I don’t know, it’s always been really difficult for me, at least.”

 

“Oh, no, it’s okay, I understand, kind of. Just say whatever you’re comfortable with, okay?” 

 

“Yeah. ‘Course.” He begins rubbing circles on Kaidou’s leg with the pad of his thumb absentmindedly, obviously anxious. “Hey, actually, you wanna change out of your uniform? That must be pretty uncomfortable.” Either he really doesn’t want to talk, or he gets distracted easily. Probably both, to be honest. 

 

Kaidou sits up slightly, nodding. “Yeah, that’d be great, but I don’t have any extra clothes.”

 

“It’s alright, you can wear some of mine.” Kaidou blinks at him, face heating up at the idea. “If you’re okay with that,” Kuboyasu adds quickly, seeing his expression.

 

“No, no! I will, thank you.”

 

His friend smiles. “M’kay. I still feel a little shaky, can you get them? First drawer over there should have some t-shirts and shorts.” He points, and Kaidou follows his gaze. “ Don’t look in the second one, though.” Kaidou’s about to ask why not, but then he remembers when he first saw Kuboyasu’s room, when he, Nendou, and Saiki all visited. 

 

“R-right…” He turns away almost immediately, standing up and going a little pale. I know I said I didn’t care about his past, and I don’t but… Did he kill someone? Why does he have a pistol? He tries to push the thought from his mind, Kuboyasu was a different person back then. 

 

When Kaidou opens the first drawer, there’s various t-shirts and shorts, all many sizes too big for him. He blinks down at them, biting his lip, then picks out a graphic tee with a motorcycle— it makes him smile for some reason, perhaps because of how much his friend loves bikes. For the shorts, he rummages through a moment, looking for some that won’t look go down past his knees; luckily, he’s able to find a pair that looks relatively short, at least compared to the others. He closes the drawer, turning back towards his friend with his findings. “These okay?”

 

Kuboyasu just shrugs. “Yeah.” So Kaidou leaves briefly to change in the bathroom, noticing at that moment some suspicious stains on the shirt. He bites his lip, then strips off his uniform, pulling the new clothes over and staring at himself in the mirror. They’re way too oversized, definitely more than he’d thought they would be. The shirt looks like a dress on him, so he ties a knot– something his sister often does— and simply pulls the drawstring of the shorts tight, rolling them up a little bit. A satisfied grin spreads across his lips— it doesn't look half bad, if he’s honest, although it’s not the most comfortable.

 

“Your clothes are too big, why do you have to be so tall and muscly?” he complains as he reenters the room, carefully folding his uniform and placing it next to his school bag.

 

“Hm?” Kuboyasu looks up at him from his phone. “Oh, hell,” he gasps, staring.

 

Kaidou blinks, walking over. “Aren? What’s wrong?” His brows furrow, but Kuboyasu only grabs his arm, pulling him closer into a hug. 

 

“You look really fuckin’ cute right now,” he murmurs quietly, squeezing him gently. “Holy shit, Shun.” Kaidou can feel his friend’s heart pounding, which only confuses him further. What…? Why is he acting like this? 

 

“T-thanks…” He shifts in the grip, slightly uncomfortable. 

 

Kuboyasu buries his face in his hair after a moment, only hugging him tighter. “God, I love you so fucking much.” Kaidou just waits, helpless, for him to let go. Then he hears a shaky breath, feeling his friend’s arms tighten. Huh? What’s going on?

 

“What is it?” he asks gently.

 

Kuboyasu just shakes his head. “No, it’s alright.”

 

Kaidou sighs, flashing back to all the times something similar to this has happened recently. “You’re giving off mixed signals. Please, just tell me what’s wrong!” he pleads. “You’ll, like, be normal, then start almost crying or something. You’ve never cried, and now it seems like you’re always on the edge. I just— I can’t take it anymore, I need to know what’s wrong! I’ll help you, I promise!” Now, he shoves his friend away so they meet eyes. Kuboyasu’s are wide and confused, whirling with a multitude of unrecognizable emotions, and Kaidou almost feels bad. But I need to know what’s wrong!

 

Kuboyasu looks away, crossing his arms. He opens his mouth like he’s going to speak but then closes it again. “Aren, please! Tell me!” He can’t keep secrets! I tell him everything ! Kaidou feels betrayed and sad, desperate to know what’s wrong. Is he, like, depressed or something? Is that why he doesn’t want to tell me? He’s embarrassed, maybe? “I will help you, I promise! Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together, like— like always!”

 

His friend stares at him, gaping. He averts his eyes when Kaidou’s sparkling ones meet his. “I-I don’t know,” he mumbles finally.

 

“You don’t know or you won’t tell me?” Kaidou asks in an accusatory tone. 

 

Kuboyasu flinches. “Please, Shun…”

 

“No, Aren, please tell me! I’ll— I’ll try and help you! If you’re depressed or something, I have—”

 

“I’m not depressed!” Kuboyasu exclaims in surprise, staring at him again.

 

Kaidou blinks, frown deepening. “You’re not? Then what is it? Did something happen to your old gang? Or was it Dark Reunion?”

 

His friend just shakes his head. “No, nothing happened with my gang.”

 

“Then it’s Dark Reunion?” Kaidou asks, wide eyed.

 

“N—”

 

“Of course it is! How could I have been so stupid!?” He hides his face in his hands, gritting his teeth. “Ugh, they’ve won yet again! It’s so obvious now! I—” he breaks off as Kuboyasu leans closer and buries his face in Kaidou’s chest. “A-Aren?” he asks, suddenly high pitched and squeaky.

 

Kuboyasu takes a deep breath, though it sounds like a sigh. “It’s not Dark Reunion. It… it’s you.” Kaidou sputters, failing to find words, and his friend continues, looking slightly panicked. “Not in a bad way! You’re— you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, really! But, that’s the problem… I-I really like you. Too much. As more than friends.” 

 

Kaidou only stares at him, gaping, while Kuboyasu wraps his arms around him and burrows further into his chest. Finally, he finds his voice. “B-but we’re already sworn friends, what more do you want?” What does he mean ‘more than friends’? We’re best friends already! Sworn friends! What else is there?

 

“Shun, I want to be your—” Then he seemingly chokes on something, breaking off and coughing into his arm. 

 

“Huh? Are you okay? What is it?”

 

Kuboyasu shakes his head. “I-I’m fine… Nevermind…” he murmurs, voice shaking slightly. 

 

What was he going to say!? And he said I was the problem? I’m so confused, am I doing something wrong!? Kaidou shoves down the curiosity— Kuboyasu is more important, and he’s sad right now. “How can I help?” he says instead, gently.

 

His friend doesn’t bother looking up, only hugging him tighter. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

 

“But I thought—”

 

“No, Shun. It makes me happy, it— it really does. Keep doing it, keep being fucking amazing as always.” His voice is tight, and he takes a deep breath. Kaidou feels something wet on his shirt. “Shit. I, uh, I’ll be right back!” The boy finally leans away, beginning to stand up and refusing to show Kaidou his face, but the boy grabs his arm, yanking it and pulling him back down.

 

“Aren,” he says strictly, eyes boring into the back of his head. “Look at me. Stay with me, it’s alright, I promise.” What is up with him!? I need to help! “Please. Y-you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but just stay…”

 

Kuboyasu finally looks at him, eyes red and glistening. “Hold me,” he whispers shakily, sitting back down only to melt into Kaidou’s arms. What…? Kaidou looks surprised by the change of mood, but he does, stroking his hair gently, admiring how neat and straight it is unlike his own mess of curls. “I kinda told you early, but the thing is, I haven’t lost a fight in… Forever. As long as I can remember, I’ve never lost, or ran, even when I was young,” Kuboyasu murmurs suddenly. He’s finally opening up, good.

 

Kaidou hums in quiet agreement, and he continues.

 

“But I did. And, logically, I know it’s not my fault, and you’re probably gonna say it’s not bad to run away, but the fight is still my own fault since I yelled at Teruhashi-san, and apparently they found out.” He pauses for a moment.

 

“What even happened?” Kaidou prompts, confused now. And why was he yelling at her in the first place?

 

“I was just walking, and these guys randomly tried to blindfold me and said I mistreated Teruhashi-san and that they were gonna purge me,” he chuckles, though he doesn’t seem all that light hearted. “Weird, huh? Then they ran at me and I had to fight. I only ran because I saw people recording.”

 

Kaidou stares at him, wide eyed. “Woah… That is weird…”

 

“Yep. I still don’t know what I did wrong, but it’s really fucking with me,” he says, voice rough. The room goes silent for a moment, and he sighs. Kaidou feels silent tears leak onto his shirt, and continues twirling the purple hair between his fingers, not speaking. He knows Kuboyasu isn’t the sort of person to want comfort or advice— whenever Kaidou’s able to convince him to speak about his feelings, he always prefers to just rant, and will immediately close back up if his emotions are even acknowledged . Finally, though, the boy lifts his head. “Ugh, I’m really sorry about all this.”

 

“Hey, it’s alright. Don’t worry about it, okay?” Kaidou smiles, and his friend hides his face in his shirt again.

 

“God, I love you,” he whispers. Kaidou’s heart skips a beat, an oddly light feeling in his chest, and he can’t help continuing to smile down at his friend in his arms. He doesn’t respond, hugging him as tight as he can, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt and blushing a little. 

 

Is it really okay for me to be the one comforting him? He’s so much stronger than me, physically and emotionally, but… I’m glad I’m the one. Releasing an arm, he grabs another slice of salami, smiling to himself a little.

 

“Really? You care about your food more than me?” He glances back to see Kuboyasu looking at him, and although he sounds mad, it’s sarcastic, and there’s soft affection in his eyes.

 

Kaidou grins. “Yes,” he jokes.

 

Kuboyasu rolls his eyes. “Damn. Well, I love you more than I love anything else, so I’d never leave you. I’ll stay with you forever.” At first, Kaidou laughs, thinking he’s joking. Then he sees his friend’s expression and blinks.

 

“O-okay!” he stammers, wondering if he’s really telling the truth.

 

The boy chuckles, ruffling his hair. “You’re mine for the rest of our lives,” he whispers, leaning to rest his head on Kaidou’s collarbone, pulling him closer. Huh…? What? I’m his ? What does that even mean!?  

 

Kaidou gapes at him, attempting to respond, but all that comes out are stutters. Finally, he finds his voice. “H-huh?”

 

“I said you’re mine. Somethin’ wrong with that?” Kuboyasu raises his head up for a moment, not looking angry, but perhaps smug? 

 

“I-I— Uh…” Kaidou stares at him, blushing like a maniac.

 

“Oh, Shun. You’re adorable.” 

 

That doesn’t explain anything! “T-thanks…?” Did he mean we’ll be friends for the rest of our lives? But I’m not sure, and I’m too scared to ask what he meant! Ah, this is so embarrassing, he’s become so flirty recently! How do I respond!? But now Kuboyasu’s rested his head back down, so Kaidou doesn’t bother thinking of some way to respond, instead trying to slow his heartbeat back to a normal rate.

 

“Damn, my head hurts so fuckin’ much right now,” his friend mumbles suddenly, pulling Kaidou out of his anxiety. “Everything, actually.”

 

Kaidou blinks at him, brows furrowing with concern. “Should I go get you more ice?”

 

“Nah, don’t leave me, you have no idea how comfortable I am right now.”

 

He flushes deep pink. “Oh, uh, okay. What should I do, then? How can I help?”

 

“I dunno. I’m just complaining, I guess.”

 

Kaidou frowns. “Aren, I don’t want you to be in pain. Please let me help.” I feel so useless! I don’t like seeing him hurt!

 

Kuboyasu lazily plays with his hair, eyes closed, and sighs. “I’m fine, seriously. Sorry, I made a big deal out of it.” 

 

Kaidou shakes his head. “No, you’re not fine! I’m gonna go get you more medicine and some ice, okay? You stay here, I’ll be back.” He pushes himself away, ignoring his friend’s protests.

 

“Shuuun,” Kuboyasu practically begs, “Come back!” Kaidou pauses, heart pounding suddenly and face red. Why’d he say my name like that? What the hell?  

 

“I-I’ll be back in a sec, I promise.” He glances back at his friend, who looks angry. “I’m gonna help you, okay?” He’s acting so weird, I don’t understand…  

Then Kuboyasu’s face softens and he sighs. “Alright.” Kaidou smiles, standing and leaving the door open a crack. He turns his head around, and they meet eyes through the crack, Kuboyasu’s own widening. Kaidou blushes, then brushes it off. He’s just in pain, that’s all. He’s normally fine, but today’s been weird for him. Yep, that’s it.

Notes:

I'm gonna try to post a new chap soon, it's summer so I have time, just lack motivation. But once school starts my posts will probably speed up bc I write as a coping mechanism, and currently I don't really need that as much as usual. Hope you liked the chap!

Chapter 11

Notes:

I've officially hit 89k words and written a confession on my Google doc for this fic! There's still a good four scenes planned, however, so it will likely end around 100-115k words, probably more since I always drag stuff out and include mindless fluff.

I've also started writing my trans!Shun fic, and will hopefully be posting the first chapter within a few days! It's going to be shorter than this, probably around 20k words at most, and the chapters will be about 2k words instead of 5k so updates will likely be faster. It'll be similar to this, including fluff, but will also be slightly angstier and is based off of my own experiences as a trans guy, while still incorporating Kubokai.

Enjoy the chapter! Kudos, bookmarks, and comments are especially appreciated :)

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I’m gonna kiss Shun. I need to. Kuboyasu sighs, continuing to stare at the door, missing his friend already. He’s not sure what’s changed since he got injured, but mentally and emotionally, he feels torn apart—it’s making him desperate, very desperate, and desperation leads to indecision, hence why he asked Kaidou to find him a boyfriend earlier because perhaps that way, he’d be able to get over this crush, despite being adamant on the fact that he’s marrying him; it’s a confusing situation. And especially the way Kaidou’s been acting, caring about him so much… It’s making him feel loved, very loved. His feelings for the boy have intensified, and greatly, at that, so he’s not sure how to approach this, but he has some ideas. I’ll finally kiss him, and maybe it’ll go somewhere. Hopefully it will.  

 

Then he squeezes his eyes shut, taking a painful, shuddery breath. Who am I kidding? I shouldn’t be planning anything, not right now, I should wait to confess. He’s so awkward about that stuff, and if he hates me afterwards, I’ll just feel even shittier. I need everything to stay how it is right now, I think I’d die if I didn’t have him. 

 

All of his previous confidence he’d had that he’d find some way to make Kaidou love him, that they were definitely getting married, is mostly gone. But he won’t give up: if he can devise a plan to have an efficient process, bring up the topic of kissing, maybe? Finding out if Kaidou likes boys, that’s the first step, and then find out if Kaidou likes him . Right. I can’t go right into kissing him without considering any of this stuff, he’ll hate me! I know he cares now, but who knows after that!? Then he sighs, lying back down and hiding his face in his hands, a stupid grin warming his face despite these thoughts. But he’s so fucking amazing! 

 

“Uh, Aren? Are you okay?” He removes his hands, smile dropping for a moment until he sees Kaidou, and then it returns as quickly as it was gone.

 

“Perfect now that you’re here.” I gotta keep saying things like this, hopefully he’ll begin to see this isn’t just platonic. Plus, he looks cute blushing.

 

He glances over at Kaidou—the boy is red, but takes a seat next to him. “O-okay…I, uh, I got you some ice. And here, take these.” He holds out a few pills, which Kuboyasu swallows dry.

 

“Yeah, thanks.” He smiles once more, then leans over to rest his head on Kaidou’s lap as he holds a bag of ice to his eye, not missing the boy’s gasp of surprise—in fact, it turns his smile smug. “Shun, you’re adorable. You get so flustered from the smallest things.” Although, lying in someone’s lap is definitely not a small thing. Now, he needs to lead into this gently… Then I’ll ask if he’s ever kissed anyone!

 

Kaidou blinks at him, gaping somewhat. “I-I, uh, no I don’t! It’s just that, you’re—I don’t know!” He hides his face in his hands and Kuboyasu chuckles. He’s so cute.

 

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” he asks, eager to move this forward, although he’s already pretty sure he knows the answer from how red Kaidou goes. Shit, way to be careful. His friend sputters, but nothing comes out. “What about Yumehara?” It’s unlikely, they’ve been together for a very short time and aren’t very close, but he still asks.

 

Kaidou only looks away, crossing his arms. “W-what’s with all the questions?” he mumbles, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

 

“Hey, you did somethin’ similar when I came out.” I mean, he did kind of force it, but I was gonna tell him soon enough, anyway.

 

Kaidou sighs, looking embarrassed. “Right… I, uh—n-no, I haven’t…”

 

Kuboyasu shrugs, then reaches up to touch his friend’s hair, heart hammering. “Me neither.” To his credit, Kaidou actually looks surprised.

 

“Huh? R-really? But you seem so… cool. I’ve always thought that you would’ve.”

 

“What, why?” Kuboyasu inquires, genuinely curious. It’s so cute how flustered he gets. But does he really think that?

 

Kaidou lifts his head, looking up at the ceiling. “I, um, I don’t know… B-because you’re attractive, and girls have asked you out and stuff… But yeah, you’re, uh, gay, so…”

 

Kuboyasu sighs. “You’re attractive, a girl has asked you out. Still, I’ve never kissed a guy, but I really want to. Honestly, I want a boyfriend, but I don’t know anyone gay except for back in my gang, and I didn’t like any of ‘em that way.” And I’m devoting myself to one person, who just happens to be you.

 

“Well, is there anyone you do like? You avoided the question earlier.” Kaidou’s brows are furrowed, and Kuboyasu aches to just pull him down into a kiss right then and there, to cup his beautiful face in his hands, press their lips together gently, say that there is, and it happens to be him… But he can’t. Instead, he shrugs.

 

“Yeah, there is someone… I’m not tellin’ you who, though,” he adds as Kaidou opens his mouth to ask. 

 

The boy frowns, looking slightly hurt. “Why not? Do you not trust me?”

 

“No, you know how I am… I do trust you, I just don’t like tellin’ people things.” Kaidou seems to accept that, nodding slowly. I want him to know, I really do…  

 

“Then why don’t you just tell him? It’s better now than never, right?” The way Kaidou’s looking at him, wide eyed, completely oblivious… How does he have no idea? I’ve been leaving hints, right? Should I be trying harder, is he that clueless? Wait, but this could help…

 

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna ruin our friendship…” he trails off, and Kaidou takes the bait.

 

“Well, I think you should tell him. If you don’t, you’ll have no idea, he might like you back!”

 

Kuboyasu frowns, internally grinning like a maniac as his plan begins forming. “But I think he’s straight. He has a girlfriend and all, too. I just—I don’t know what to do.” Even to him, he sounds hopeless. I’m so in love with him .

 

Kaidou hesitates, as if unsure what to say, and Kuboyasu continues, sure it went over his head again. “The thing is, I’ve been trying to show interest, but he’s really oblivious to all my attempts. I even almost confessed once, but he completely missed it. So, if it was you, what would be the best way to win you over?” Mentally, he’s panicking, yet excited for his friend’s response. Anyways, if he somehow misses this hint, I’m going to have to find some other way. Still, it’ll help, I guess.

 

Kaidou stutters, surprised and embarrassed over being asked this. “I-I’m straight, Aren, I don’t know!” Kuboyasu frowns. He completely missed the point .

 

He tries again. “ Theoretically , if you weren’t and I had a crush on you, what would be the best way to go about it?” 

 

The boy’s face lights up. “Ohh, I get it! You’re pretending like I’m the guy and you want me to help you find out how to ask him out?” Kaidou asks excitedly, holding a finger up and smiling like he understands—which he doesn’t, again, although he’s getting closer. Shun, oh my God.

 

But still, Kuboyasu smiles at his antics. “Yeah, somethin’ like that. So, if I was asking you out, what would you want it to be like? And how would I tell if you, or the guy, whatever, are straight or not?”

 

“Hmm, let me think…” Kaidou holds a finger to his lip, thinking apparently. It just makes Kuboyasu stare at and think about his lips again, and how they’d feel on his own. Shit, Aren, off topic! Focus, this is important! “I guess, like, ask him? I don’t know. Honestly, if it was me, I’d prefer just being asked out first regardless, coming out can be hard, right? And for me, at least, there’s some people I’d date even though I don’t like them, l-like you. I don't like you like t- that, but I’d be willing to try something out, just because I trust and love you.

 

“If y-you or Saiki—any of my friends, really, that’s part of why I said yes to Chiyo, although I think I’m regretting it now— asked me out, like I-I don’t think I’m gay, but how am I supposed to be sure? S-so, yeah! I get being afraid of ruining the friendship, but it really just depends on the person, they might be willing to try something out! Just, um, go with your gut, I guess!” 

 

Kuboyasu’s eyes are wide and shining with joy. He… Does he mean that? Surely not. Maybe he thinks it now, but I think that would change… Then again, it’s Shun, maybe he just doesn’t realize he is gay. Kaidou looks anxious, and Kuboyasu ruffles his hair. “Hey, it’s alright. Thank you, that helps a lot.” His friend’s lips curve somewhat as he glances down, and Kuboyasu lets his own grin show. “Seriously, thanks. What about a first date? If it was you, what would you prefer? Any ideas?” It makes him feel kind of manipulative to ask this, but it’s not as if he’s going to use this information for bad, so it’s okay, right?

 

Now, Kaidou shrugs, looking less nervous than earlier. “I-I guess, like, a movie? Or going to dinner, I don’t know. Actually, those are kind of basic… Something—something more romantic, let me think…” He looks like he’s actually invested now, which excites Kuboyasu—hopefully it won’t be something impossible. “It’d be fun to go to the beach, even if it’s a bit cold, we could, you know, maybe have a picnic, watch the sunset, stargaze…” He sighs peacefully, a small smile on his face, then seems to zone back in and shakes his head quickly as if to clear his mind, voice hardening. “Y-yeah! I don’t know, that'd be fun, I guess…”

 

Kuboyasu’s just staring at him in wonder, pursing his lips to hide the giddy smile threatening to escape. He clears his throat, trying not to imagine him and Kaidou on the beach, lying shirtless in each other's arms on the soft sand, staring up at the sky and speaking softly, completely alone… Shit. Fuck, that’d be amazing! Oh my God, he really has the best ideas! “That does sound fun. I’ll ask him soon, I suppose, later this week. Thank you so much, Shun!”

 

“You’re welcome!” Kaidou grins, and Kuboyasu can’t help staring into his eyes, which are crinkled as he smiles.

 

“You have the cutest smile,” he chuckles, unable to help himself. One more hint he’ll miss. Oh, well, not that it matters- we’ll be dating by the weekend. He doesn’t have anything after school Thursdays or Fridays, if I recall correctly. I’ll figure it out, though. 

 

Kaidou blushes a little, though at this point he’s probably used to the constant compliments from his friend. “Thanks, Aren.” Kuboyasu readjusts to lie against Kaidou’s chest, closing his eyes with a sigh as the boy hesitantly begins stroking his hair.

 

“That feels good,” he whispers happily. 

 

His friend only smiles. “Good.” 

 

They fade into silence, allowing Kuboyasu to return to his thoughts about the potential beach date. I can drive him over on my bike, maybe. We can swim and then when the sun starts setting, we can watch that… Maybe fall asleep under the stars? And then, in the morning, we’ll go to my place, shower, and I’ll either take him to breakfast or make something. Alright, that sounds great, I’ll do it Friday! Shit, though, that means I have to start saving up for a ring… Oh, well, I’ll figure it out!

 

He hums, content, opening his eyes for a moment to stare up at his friend, only to find Kaidou’s gaze on him . They both freeze, and Kaidou’s face goes red, making him look even more adorable. Why is he looking at me…? “Shun? You okay?” he asks, concerned yet hopeful. If he was staring at me, what does that mean?

 

“Y-yeah. Just…your face is all bruised,” he says awkwardly.

 

Oh. “I mean, I got beat up pretty bad.” He shrugs, trying to brush it off.

 

Kaidou frowns, looking dejected. “I know. I’m just glad you didn’t get seriously injured. But hey, at least that cut on your eyebrow looks cool, right?” Kuboyasu jumps somewhat, surprised as his friend suddenly runs his finger over his brow. Kaidou leans back, concerned. “Sorry, I just thought—”

 

“No, no, it’s fine, I was just a bit surprised, that’s all. You can touch it, it doesn’t really hurt.” The boy purses his lips, then nods, using his index finger to gently touch where the cut is while Kuboyasu watches with bated breath. It stings a little, but it’s not bad enough for him to care.

 

“That’s gonna scar,” Kaidou states matter-of-factly. “It’ll look nice, though. I, uh—eyebrow scars are cool.” 

 

Kuboyasu smiles at him. “Yeah. Honestly, I don’t really care, that dumbass got what he deserved for wearing rings—after he hit me he started screaming, probably broke his fingers.”

 

“Mhm,” Kaidou agrees, still blushing somewhat.

 

“Also, it could be worse. At least I don’t look like Nendou,” he laughs. Kaidou rolls his eyes and giggles, and Kuboyasu swears that’s the cutest sound he’s ever heard.

 

“Have you ever seen his mom!? She looks identical to him, butt chin and everything! The only difference is she doesn’t have his hair, it’s all dark and puffy, and she has two scars, one on each eye!”

 

“ What !?” Kuboyasu exclaims, eyes widening. 

 

“I kept getting them confused when I first met her!”

 

He can feel Kaidou shaking with laughter, too, and that only intensifies his own. “S-Shun, wait… Please tell me you have a picture!” 

 

The boy just laughs at him, leaning forwards and hugging him somewhat, which makes Kuboyasu’s heart pound even faster. “I’m sorry, I don’t! But– but we can ask him at school! It’s so funny!” Now he’s full on laughing—it’s a happy, hearty sound that makes Kuboyasu want to burst with happiness. That. That ’s the best sound in the world.

 

“Oh my God…Holy shit, I need to see her, that’s hilarious!” he breathes while the boy’s laughter fades into soft giggles. Kaidou hugs him around the neck, leaning closer, and now the sound of his laughs are right in Kuboyasu’s ear, sending shivers through his spine. “You’re the cutest thing ever,” he whispers—despite how often he compliments his friend and crush, it never gets old. A grin shapes his lips, and he can feel Kaidou stiffen for a short moment.

 

“T-thanks.” His friend relaxes again, and leans away, a small small smile forming. “I love you, Aren,” he breathes, staring down at the boy.

 

Kuboyasu’s grin only widens. “Love you, too.” And I’m in love with you. Shun, you have no idea the power you have over me… 

 

“Hang on, get off me for a sec.” Brows furrowing, he sits up, and Kaidou reaches for the last piece of salami, frowning at it for a moment, then shooting Kuboyasu a small smirk. “You look sad,” he teases. “Clingy much?”

 

Kuboyasu rolls his eyes, blushing a little. “For you, always,” he admits with a small smile. Kaidou blinks, his own face heating up, then, without a word, pushes himself closer, and Kuboyasu finds himself with a lapful of Kaidou a moment later. The boy shifts somewhat, then leans back into his chest. Kuboyasu chuckles, heart fluttering and wrapping his arms around his friend’s waist, ignoring the dull ache from his various bruises. “Comfy?”

 

“Yeah.” Then Kaidou glances down, taking one of Kuboyasu’s larger hands between both of his own, smaller, softer ones. The boy gasps as his friend feels along his knuckles, fingers brushing along the rough, calloused skin that’s still purple and swollen from the fight earlier. Kaidou holds his hand up to his face, glancing up at Kuboyasu in awe for a moment. “Your hands are so strong! I’m jealous,” he whines. The other boy only blinks, confused. “Mine are all small and soft. They look like a girl’s.”

 

Kuboyasu frowns. “No, they don’t. You have beautiful hands, I’m gonna have problems when I’m older ‘cause mine are screwed up.”

 

“That’s the thing! Mine are ‘beautiful’ or whatever, but I want yours! They’re so, like, powerful!” He looks genuinely upset, so Kuboyasu raises his other hand, taking Kaidou’s in his own gently.

 

“You can have my hands whenever you want.” It’s not exactly romantic or flirtatious—actually, it’s really dumb—but it makes Kaidou look away and laugh awkwardly. “Seriously! Hold ‘em whenever you want, Shun.” There: that makes his friend’s blush deepen.

 

Kaidou glances up at him for a moment, embarrassed, but nods. “O-okay…” Then he does, lacing their fingers together with a small smile. Kuboyasu smiles, too, hunching over to rest his chin on his friend’s shoulder. He’s not as uncomfortable with this… “S-so, were we, um, going to do anything? Or just chill a bit?”

 

Kuboyasu laughs softly. “I don’t care. Whatever you want, I guess, but I’m still pretty sore.”

 

“Yeah, that sucks…Hopefully you’ll feel better soon.”

 

“Mhm, I—” He’s interrupted by Kaidou’s phone ringing. They both look over to where it is, on the other side of the room. “You gonna answer that?”

 

Kaidou sighs, snuggling closer and tucking his knees up. “No, I think it can wait,” he murmurs, smiling up at Kuboyasu. “It’s not Mama since I already told her I’m staying here, she’s fine with it. Probably Chiyo, she’s been calling me a lot.”

 

That reminds Kuboyasu of Yumehara, she still poses a problem. There’s no way Kaidou would date him if he’s with Yumehara, though he obviously doesn’t like her. They need to break up, and soon. Especially if I’m planning to ask him out Friday. “Hey, Shun…About her, I know you don’t like her. Are you gonna end it? You can’t keep this up, it’s wrong.”

 

“Yeah, I know…” Kaidou hesitates for a few moments, closing his eyes with another sigh as his phone starts ringing again. “But, I… I feel really bad, and I’m terrible at confronting people. I don’t think I can tell her, she gets so happy! I feel like if she was just different I’d be fine with it, even if I didn’t like her back, but—ugh, this stuff sounds super mean—I just don’t like hanging out with her!

 

“It’s not like when I’m around you: with you, I enjoy it, I want to be with you. With her…I-I don’t think I can ever hang out with her alone and have fun and want to do it again. Like that date? It was fine, she was nice, but… We don’t click, I guess. Not like you and I do—or at least, it’s different. But it’s so obvious that she likes being with me, and I just feel so bad…” His voice has dropped, and Kuboyasu hugs his shoulders tightly with an arm, trying to comfort him.

 

He rubs circles in Kaidou’s leg with his free hand, face buried in his hair, humming in quiet thought. “I’m not really sure how to help, you should just try to talk to her. Let her know you can stay friends, if that’s what you want—it might make it easier,” he says after a moment.

 

Kaidou sighs again. “Alright. Thanks, I will, it’ll just be weird…”

 

“No, I understand. Just do what you’re most comfortable with, ‘kay?”

 

“Mhm,” the boy replies quietly, nestling closer. “Ugh, I don’t wanna work,” he complains a moment later, closing his eyes and changing the subject.

 

Kuboyasu chuckles, ruffling his hair and going with it. “Well, we already slept for five hours, so we’ll be up late anyways. You don’t have to work right now if you don’t want to.”

 

“I know, but I’ll have to do it eventually. Whatever, I finished my homework at school earlier, so I just have to do Mama’s extra stuff, and if I start right now, I’ll be done in a few hours. You need to do your homework, though, too, so we should just finish everything now and then chill, alright?” Kuboyasu rolls his eyes dramatically, tightening his grip on his friend as the boy tries to get up.

 

“Don’t drag me into this, I’m perfectly fine doing my work later.” 

 

Kaidou glances back at him and frowns. “Just do it now, it’ll be fast. And I can help you if you need it.”

 

Kuboyasu sighs. “You’re too responsible, Shun, this is unacceptable. Right now is cuddle-with-your-injured-best-friend time, not homework time." 

 

“I’ll cuddle with you while I work, okay?” Kaidou shoots him a small smile, and he gives in. 

 

“Fine.” He loosens his grip and the boy sits up, turning around to hug him for a moment. He laughs as Kaidou stands. “What was that for?” His friend pulls a massive workbook out of his school bag and shrugs, grinning a little.

 

“My injured best friend looked like he needed a hug,” he replies, sitting back down after grabbing a pencil.

 

Kuboyasu blushes, then smiles. “Thanks.” He lies down, a warm feeling in his chest, Kaidou doing the same. The boy curls up under the blanket, opening his textbook to begin working, and Kuboyasu wraps a leg around him, hugging his chest and lying on top of him, making sure to keep his weight off the boy yet feeling Kaidou stiffen suddenly. He yawns, resting his head on his friend’s. “Shun, if I fall asleep, you can wake me up. I think that medicine you gave me earlier was more than just for pain, ‘cause I kinda wanna sleep now.”

 

“Y-yeah, uh, okay…” Why the stutter? Is it because of how I’m lying on him?

 

“You alright with this, or should I move?” he asks, not wanting to make the boy uncomfortable.

 

“I, uh, I’m fine!” Kaidou squeaks, sounding like he’s definitely not fine.

 

Kuboyasu frowns, beginning to sit up. “Doesn’t sound like it. Here, I’ll move—”

 

Kaidou grabs his wrist, pulling him back. “No, Aren, really, I’m fine! This is comfy, I’m just t-thinking about, um, something…Yeah.”

 

“Really?” Kuboyasu narrows his eyes. What’s he thinking about?

 

“Yep!” He attempts to turn around and Kuboyasu moves off him to sit up as they make eye contact. Then Kaidou freezes, mouth opening slightly, and makes an embarrassed noise, leaning forwards and burying his face in a surprised Kuboyasu’s chest. 

 

He gasps as his friend’s thin arms wrap around him. “Shun? What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing!” he squeaks. He squeezes his eyes shut as Kuboyasu stares at him with furrowed brows and a frown. “Let’s just—I need to work. Here, I’ll get you your bag so you can, too.” And then he stands up, grabbing his friend’s bag from across the room and bringing it over to where they’re sitting. Kuboyasu pulls out his pencil and notebook, watching Kaidou as he does so. 

 

“Hey, you sure you’re okay?” he asks gently, concerned. 

 

The boy glances at him, looking somewhat nervous. “Y-yeah. I promise.”

 

“Alright.” It definitely doesn’t convince Kuboyasu, but he decides to drop it for now. He hears his friend sigh and glances at him as he lies down, before lying down as well, resting his head against Kaidou’s arm and beginning to actually do his work, neither speaking. Kuboyasu frowns at how the boy jumps at his touch, and the awkward silence grows between them as Kaidou purposefully immerses himself in his work, something he never does. He’s acting weirder than usual, hopefully it’s not my fault… This is gonna be a long night.

Kuboyasu fell asleep on him again , after finishing his homework. But Kaidou simply ignores him, refusing to look at his friend, his extremely attractive friend, who’s suddenly made him question everything. I can’t get distracted, this isn’t okay! We’re friends, friends , he’d hate me if he knew about this! No, but it’s not—this isn’t my fault! It must be…the work of Dark Reunion! He allows himself one glance at Kuboyasu, who’s peacefully sleeping, then averts his eyes. I need to finish my homework!

 

So, he decides to look at him only when his homework is finished. To be honest, it’s a great motivator to work—he’s never really had feelings this intense for somebody, and it’s almost as if once he realized they were there, they’ve only gotten stronger. Curse you, Dark Reunion! Making me so oblivious! But I can’t be gay! That’s wrong! Well, it’s not, but there’s no way I’m gay, I like girls!

 

Anyways, of course when he’s done with his work, he turns to look at Kuboyasu, who’s asleep on his non-dominant, now numb, arm. It’s adorable, actually, the way his face is squished, and how his own hand twitches occasionally from where it’s intertwined with Kaidou’s. Aren… He’s amazing! Is it really okay for us to be holding hands, though? Another, deeper blush covers his cheeks as he realizes what he’s doing, watching his friend sleep— is this creepy? But he can’t tear his eyes away no matter how hard he tries. His eyelashes are so long…Wow. He really is handsome…Beautiful, actually. Oh, Shun, what are you thinking!?

 

With every rise and fall of Kuboyasu’s body, Kaidou’s heart only pounds faster. Who am I kidding, I can’t win him over! Even if I do like him, there’s no way I have the guts to ask him out! This’ll go back to normal soon, hopefully. I do still want to break up with Chiyo, I just can’t keep this up…I feel so guilty.

 

He sighs as Kuboyasu shifts in his sleep, moving closer, and admires the muscles that are visible under his shirt where the blanket’s pulled away. It’s really not a surprise he’s fallen for his best friend, who happens to be strong, kind, and not to mention handsome…Kaidou would probably fall for anyone who cares for him in the way Kuboyasu does, though, especially with how well they get along.

 

Of course, aside from all the problems he’s already addressed, there’s one more: Yumehara. His hand has been hovering over the ‘call’ icon for the past few minutes, he needs to end this, and not just because of his newfound not-a-crush. I can’t do this! He throws the phone down with a small whine he’d never admit to making, pushing himself closer to his friend and hugging him. Aren…Aren is warmth, comfort, and love. He’s everything good in this world. It’s cheesy and definitely overdramatic, and makes him giggle a little.

 

At his movement, Kuboyasu yawns. And I woke him up again! How does he sleep so lightly ? The boy doesn’t open his eyes, though, only shifting to envelope Kaidou in his warm body. Kaidou bites down a surprised squeak and can barely breathe out of nerves and embarrassment as his face is pushed into the muscular chest. “Shun, hey…” Kuboyasu murmurs, obviously not noticing Kaidou’s reaction.

 

“H-hi… Um, how’d you sleep?”

 

“Fine, I guess. Sorry I wake up so easily, had to always be cautious when I was younger, old habit, just felt someone looking at me… I think I’m gonna try and go back to sleep, though, must’ve been mistaken and I’m still tired,” he replies, yawning again. “You okay?”

 

Oh no! He caught me, kind of! “Mhm.”

 

Kuboyasu sighs contentedly. “Alright. I’m sure it’s late, you gonna sleep, too? Finished with everything?”

 

“Yeah,” Kaidou breathes into his shirt, shifting somewhat.

 

His friend pauses for a moment. “Can I turn off the light?” he asks quietly, voice low and deeper than usual from sleep. Kaidou’s heart hammers in his chest.

 

“Just dim it, please,” he replies, letting go of Kuboyasu for a moment as he stretches to turn the lamp to a lower setting. 

 

“Okay, we’re good…C’mere.” Eagerly now, Kaidou crawls back to where he was, pressing his face back into the muscular chest. “Damn, alright,” the boy laughs tiredly.

 

Kaidou feels blood rush to his face at Kuboyasu realizing what he’s done, but he only smiles sheepishly, knowing it’s not visible. “It’s comfy,” he mumbles.

 

“Relax, I’m just kiddin’, whatever makes you happy. Go to sleep, Shun.” Kaidou hums in agreement and snuggles closer, basking in his friend’s warmth and the comfort that comes from Kuboyasu’s arms wrapped around him. He hears the boy yawn and smiles as a hand begins stroking his hair, feeling legs wrapping around his hips. Maybe it means something that he does this, but maybe not. I’ll never confess, though, if I do like him—this is too perfect to risk losing…

 

He sighs in contentment and closes his eyes despite not being tired, lost in thought as the seconds turn to minutes and Kuboyasu’s breathing slows, a small smile forming as that turns to snores. The boy is curled around him tightly, head tilted to rest against Kaidou’s, and Kaidou wiggles a bit just to feel their cheeks pressed together. So this feeling… I’ve felt like this all along. It’s become more intense recently, but it’s still been there for weeks, at least, buried in denial…

 

It hurts his confidence a bit to admit it, but it’s true: he’s been oblivious to his own feelings. Holy shit, I might like Aren… He’s amazing. I just can’t do anything that’d harm our friendship, or this —God, I’m content with this, if I’m honest. But still, if I could have more… His face flushes at the thought of kissing Kuboyasu and he squirms in embarrassment. It’s so weird to be thinking this stuff about another guy, but nice, I suppose, especially when he’s like this…I feel really bad, though—I’m dating Chiyo and Aren probably likes some other guy, so I can’t feel this way! Besides, I’m sure I don’t like him anyways, we’re just close friends, this is normal. Ignore the emotions, Shun! Not that he’s ever been good at hiding or ignoring emotions, they’re are always on the surface, hence his habit of crying.

He sighs quietly, going limp in the warm embrace reminiscent of a weighted blanket. Kuboyasu mutters something in his sleep and snuggles closer, sending Kaidou’s heart fluttering, and he finds his lips form a small smile, despite how they’re trembling. Even so, I have this…This is fine. A lump forms in his throat as tears begin to prick the corners of his eyes, and he sniffles quietly. It’s fine. He loves me as a friend, and that’s good enough.

Chapter 12

Notes:

A little bit of light angst and fluff :) Sorry for the late upload, been kind of stuck with this fic recently but I have written a one shot I really like, which can be found on my profile

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Huh? Kuboyasu opens his eyes, brows furrowing as he hears quiet sobs, muffled by—apparently—his own shirt, which is wet with tears. Concern flooding through his still half asleep brain, he frowns, stroking Kaidou’s hair gently and holding him tight with his other arm despite a small bit of anger that he immediately pushes away. “Shun, hey…” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. Kaidou’s grip on his shirt tightens, showing he heard, and Kuboyasu continues. “You okay? Did you have another nightmare?” His voice is rough with sleep, throat dry.

 

“I…Uh, yeah… I’m so sorry, I should stop sleeping over with you, I always wake you up a-and—”

 

“No, really, it’s alright. Here, look at me.” Kaidou glances up, eyes red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears—he’s clearly been crying for a while now, and the realization breaks Kuboyasu’s heart. The boy uses the back of his hand to dry Kaidou’s face, hand lingering and cupping his cheek. “Shun, you’re safe with me. You know that, right?”

 

Kaidou’s eyes widen and he nods, not daring to breathe. 

 

Kuboyasu uses his thumb to wipe newly forming tears away, a small smile warming his face. “I fall asleep fast, it’s really not a problem if you wake me up, ‘kay? So please don’t feel bad about it, just being here with you makes it more than worth it, I promise.”

 

“O-okay,” Kaidou sniffles.

 

“Now, do you wanna tell me about your dream? You can, if it helps you.” Kaidou shakes his head quickly, trying not to feel guilty for lying when Kuboyasu clearly cares so much. “Alright. Just—I don’t know. Please don’t feel bad about anything, I love you too much to care.” His face heats up and he smiles a little, though Kaidou still doesn’t respond; instead, he starts sobbing again, leaning his head against Kuboyasu’s. Kuboyasu only holds Kaidou closer, cradling his head. It must be bad if it’s affecting him like this—and this is the second time. 

 

“You’re the best,” the boy whispers, pressing himself as close as possible. “I-I don’t know what I’d do without you, Aren…”

 

Kuboyasu sighs quietly. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that, I’ll stay with you forever.” Does that count as a confession? Kaidou sputters for a moment, and his friend smiles softly, still holding him, suddenly wishing for more…“Can you play with my hair, please?” he asks quietly, a little embarrassed.

 

Kaidou hums in agreement, red in the face and heart skipping a beat. “D-do you like it when I do?” It seems as though he’s forgotten about how he was crying just a few moments ago, as the previously sad atmosphere turns static and awkward.

 

“Yeah, I, um…it makes me really happy, I guess. Nobody’s ever really done that before.” It makes me feel loved, so loved. Shun, if you loved me…

 

“Alright.” He runs a hand through the dark hair, gently twirling a strand between his fingers. “Thank you, Aren, for everything, really. Before I met you, life kinda sucked, a-and it still does a little, to be honest, but…It’s better. Now that—n-now that I have you.” His voice is shaky, as if he’s embarrassed or nervous, but it makes Kuboyasu’s heart swell.

 

“Shun…” He doesn’t know what to say. “I—No, thank you .”

 

Kaidou whimpers a little, hugging him tighter, and doesn’t respond. Neither speaks for a while, basking in each other's company. Eventually, Kaidou breaks off the contact with a tight squeeze before leaning back and smiling at Kuboyasu. He uses his index finger to push the boy’s bangs out of his face, where they’d fallen to cover his eyes. “I’m guessing you want to go back to sleep?” he asks quietly.

 

Kuboyasu nods, cracking his knuckles despite the pain and swelling as his eyes flit around the room. Then he feels thin fingers wrap around his wrists and gasps. 

 

Lips pursed, Kaidou looks away for a moment, staring down at his and his friend’s hands. “Are you okay? You, um, crack your knuckles when you’re nervous…” 

 

Kuboyasu’s eyes widen in surprise at the fact that Kaidou would realize something like that, but he shakes his head, denying it. “No, I’m fine, really!”

 

“Don’t lie. You’re terrible at hiding your emotions,” Kaidou scoffs.

 

“What!? No, I’m not!” his friend exclaims, embarrassed. He got me. I’m not surprised he figured out my anxious habits, he’s so caring and observant…

 

“Yeah, you are. What’s wrong?”

 

The boy finally shrugs, unsure himself. “I don’t know. Just kind of stressed over everything, I guess.”

 

“What’s everything?” Kaidou asks, brows furrowing.

 

“Everything except you.” That’s a lie, it’s the complete opposite: Kaidou’s the only thing on his mind, and therefore the only thing stressing him out; although with him it’s happy, giddy, loving stress, so maybe it’s not too bad.

 

His friend smiles at him a little, unable to ignore the warmth filling his cheeks. “Well, I’m here if you need me.” Kuboyasu’s heart hammers as he stares at him, the curve of his lips, the little upward tilt of his chin so their eyes meet, the ruby eyes peering through thick lashes. 

 

“Y-yeah, right,” he stammers, only confusing his friend further. Kuboyasu tears his eyes away. “I really, really love you,” he whispers a few moments later. “You’re just so amazing, Shun.”

 

Kaidou stares at him, flushed pink. “Thanks.”

 

“And I do need you. Thank you for being here.” His voice cracks, and once again, there’s a tightening in his throat. Fuck this! Why am I on the edge of crying!? With a deep breath, he closes his eyes for a moment, attempting to relax. When he opens them, he sees Kaidou watching with a concerned expression, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed, his mouth forming a small ‘o’. “Let’s just sleep now, ‘kay?” Kuboyasu mutters crossly, pissed at his own emotions and at himself for showing them so easily recently.

 

“Aren, are you sure-”

 

“I’m fine!” he shouts suddenly, feeling the familiar surge of anger escape him and regretting it immediately. “Shit, I can’t—Fuck! I’m so sorry, I just, I shouldn’t yell at you, you don’t deserve this!”

 

Kaidou continues staring, an expression of sadness forming on his face. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to…” He shifts, opening his arms in a hug and Kuboyasu melts, pushing himself closer, tears pricking at his eyes. I know I can trust him, but I just feel so weak… He feels so, so weak for showing emotions so easily, being so vulnerable, even though it logically makes no sense. Kaidou whispers comforting words that are like music to his ears, only causing more tears to form. “I love you, Aren.” 

When morning comes, they’re both exhausted, but significantly closer than before if that’s even possible. Kuboyasu yells at the alarm again, waking Kaidou up in a very jarring manner. “A-Aren, what’s wrong!? Did the Dark Reunion attack!?” he gasps, sitting up in bed, alert. 

 

“No,” Kuboyasu grumbles. “Just not a morning person.”

 

“Oh. Yeah, I knew that,” Kaidou laughs softly, heartbeat slowing. Sunlight filters through the windows which are half covered with sheets—the blinds are broken—and he smiles as his friend turns over to meet his eyes, only to recoil in surprise. “Holy shit! Your face!” 

 

“Huh?” Kuboyasu rolls over, also sitting up, looking concerned. He pushes the blanket off himself and scans over his hands and knees, which are also covered in bruises, and groans, hiding his face in his hands.

 

Kaidou purses his lips, sympathy flooding through him, and dares to pat him on the shoulder. “You look like you’ve been through hell,” he says sympathetically. Despite being all beat up, he’s still not ugly. Still handsome.

 

“Feels like it. You think I can skip today?” He looks hopeful, though Kaidou’s heart drops at the idea of walking to school without him.

 

“If you want, probably,” he says anyway. 

 

Kuboyasu then sighs. “Ah, whatever, I don’t care. After some medicine I’ll feel fine, let’s get ready.”

 

“Okay.” They both get out of bed, Kuboyasu hissing in pain and taking a moment to stretch out his sore muscles, muttering obscure curses. After they brush their teeth and hair and get changed, he disappears into the bathroom to fish out some concealer from a drawer, and Kaidou watches in awe as he carefully applies it around his eye and the rest of his bruised face, though even with the discoloration almost hidden, it’s still slightly swollen. In the past, Kuboyasu would show off his battle injuries as a trophy of sorts, but now, as a normal student, that’d make people suspicious and possibly even worried.

 

Then, his gaze meets Kaidou’s in the mirror, brows furrowing, and he pauses. “What?”

 

Kaidou’s eyes widen as he blushes, shaking his head. “N-nothing!”

 

“Alright?” the boy replies, a confused smile spreading over his lips.

 

“Do you know how to do makeup?” Kaidou asks a moment later, giving in and still watching, enamored.

 

Kuboyasu looks surprised by the question, brows shooting up, then shrugs. “Some stuff, I guess. But not really.”

 

“Can you do eyeliner?” Kaidou inquires hopefully, blush deepening. 

 

His friend shoots him a glance that looks surprised yet affectionate. “Kind of. Why?”

 

The boy sighs, attempting to act nonchalant and running a hand through his hair. “Don’t make fun of me, but I, um, think it looks cool.”

 

Kuboyasu frowns. “Yeah, it does. What’re you askin’, Shun?”

 

“Can you—I-I mean, do you have any?” He nods slowly, and Kaidou’s face lights up, all attempts at seeming cool evaporating. “Can you do mine!? Please !” he whines, eyes pleading.

 

Kuboyasu laughs a little, unable to hide his blush. “Sure. Can’t promise it’ll be great, though.”

 

“That’s okay!” Kaidou exclaims, beaming. This is so exciting! I’ve always wanted to try out eyeliner, it looks so cool!

 

His friend chuckles. “Alright, calm down, gimme one sec. Go sit down, ‘kay?”

 

“Okay!” Kaidou practically bounces over to the bed, unable to stay still while he waits for Kuboyasu to return. 

 

“You’re so cute,” a laugh sounds a few moments later, and he glances up to see his friend walking over. Kaidou just beams, bright red as Kuboyasu sits next to him and leans close, holding his cheek with a hand and sending sparks through his body. “Hold still if you want me to do this.”

 

Kaidou squeezes his eyes shut, smile widening. “But it’s so cool!”

 

“Yes, I know, but it’ll look bad if you keep squirming! And keep your eyes open, on me.” He opens his eyes, feeling warm, minty breath on his cheek, and catches his own breath as he realizes just how close they are. Kuboyasu is biting the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowed carefully, and Kaidou freezes, heart pounding. “Perfect, now don’t move…” His breathing speeds up, heart hammering as he resists the urge to lean forward and press his lips to Kuboyasu’s, to feel—Stop! He’d hate you if he knew what you were thinking right now!

 

Finally, Kuboyasu leans away, admiring his work with a slight smile. “Nice.”

 

Kaidou’s finally able to breathe again, and returns the smile giddily. “Thank you, Aren!”

 

A thumb brushes his cheek, tracing over the bone, and he freezes again, unable to breathe. “No problem. I wasn’t really sure what to do, hopefully you like it.” He holds up his phone, and Kaidou gapes at his reflection, turning his head to see what his friend did.

 

“It looks so cool!” He takes the phone with one hand, using his other to pull Kuboyasu close, and takes a selfie of them together.

 

“Shun!” Kuboyasu laughs, glancing over at the smiling boy and snatching his phone back, only for his expression to soften as he looks at the picture. “Can I make this my screensaver?”

 

Kaidou blinks, surprised. He can feel his cheeks flush but smiles and nods. “Yeah.” Internally, he’s panicking. He wants a picture of us as his screensaver!? He likes me more than his motorcycle? Is that what he’s saying? No, Shun, you’re beng dumb! But I don’t even look that good in that picture! Oh, that’s so embarrassing!

 

“Perfect.” He’s jolted out his thoughts as Kuboyasu stands, zipping up his jacket. “Or, it would be if my face wasn’t all swollen.”

 

Kaidou averts his eyes, nibbling on his lip. “W-well, I think you still look nice.” His friend casts him a surprised glance, brows raised and eyes wide, but Kaidou pretends he doesn’t notice, ignoring his burning ears and standing up, too. That was so embarrassing! But at least I was able to tell him, I’m proud of myself for that! He changes the subject, “Should we go now?”

 

His friend pats his head and he glances up to see a somewhat awkward looking smile as Kuboyasu finally finds his voice. “Uh, yeah. Lemme take some painkillers real quick, then we’ll eat and leave.” He disappears into the hallway, leaving Kaidou to pack up their bags and anxiously wonder what that response means. He looked nervous, I shouldn’t have said that! Even though he says stuff to me all the time, I never say it back! Curse you, Dark Reunion, for… Even more embarrassing, he can’t come up with an excuse. Curse you!

 

“Shun! C’mere if you want breakfast!!” He glances up, then throws each of their bags over a shoulder, surprised by how light Kuboyasu’s is—it doesn’t have all the textbooks Kaidou’s mom makes him bring. 

 

“Coming!” 

 

When he enters the kitchen, Kuboyasu is holding a bag of ice to his face with one hand—apparently confident the makeup won’t come off—and preparing food with the other, though Kaidou can’t exactly tell what it is. “Hey, so, when you and Teruhashi-san were at the café, what were you talking about?”

 

Kuboyasu turns to face him, looking surprised by the question, and possibly a little nervous as his grip on the ice pack tightens. “Oh. Uh, nothing really.”

 

Kaidou narrows his eyes. “Why were you angry at her before I came over? That’s why all this happened, right?”

 

“It wasn’t anything, don’t worry about it.” But Kuboyasu has turned back around, and his tone has tightened—it’s obvious he’s hiding something. Usually he’s really good at lying, why not right now, is it because he’s so nervous? And why is he lying? Hurt floods through Kaidou, but he looks down at his empty bowl and nods, subdued by his friend’s sudden change of attitude. “Eat up.” Rice is scooped into his bowl, along with a side of some fruit.

 

He smiles a little. “Thanks, ‘Ren.”

 

“‘Course.” Kaidou watches as Kuboyasu places his own food down, then pours two cups of water before setting them down next to the plates and sitting next to Kaidou, muttering under his breath as he takes a painful seat. He then sighs. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

 

“You’re seventeen,” Kaidou replies, smiling a little.

 

“Yeah, and? You wouldn’t understand, you’re young.”

 

The boy laughs. “I’m also seventeen! You’re only a month older than me, barely!” Kuboyasu casts him a sideways smile, and he rolls his eyes. “Then again, the Jet Black Wings doesn’t age like you humans. I suppose I am older than you, only this form of me is younger.”

 

“I prefer this form of you, if I’m honest.” Kaidou glances at him, heart pounding and face red, only to receive a smirk. Why is he like this!? Stop playing with me!

 

“I hate you, Aren!” he whines, punching his friend’s arm. 

 

Kuboyasu chuckles and fluffs his hair while Kaidou pouts. “Yeah, sure. I know you love me.”

 

The boy flushes, more embarrassed than he should be as he looks away, yet his lips curve a little.

 

Kuboyasu smiles at him, a little confused at his reaction, but doesn’t reply, taking a mouthful of rice a moment later. Kaidou can’t help sneaking a glance over at him, eyes scanning over the barely visible bruises on his face, feeling a surge of admiration. Then his friend turns slightly and they meet eyes awkwardly, Kaidou’s widening as he turns away quickly, embarrassed. He caught me! Oh, this is so bad! Kuboyasu doesn’t say anything, though, and Kaidou looks over again to see his cheeks pink. He’s blushing? Because I was looking at him, probably! Hopefully he doesn’t think anything of it.

 

Neither speak or look at each other after that, eating rather quickly in silence. Then, finally, Kuboyasu stands, clearing his throat and stacking their dishes. “Thanks,” Kaidou says, voice squeaking a little. Ah! Curse you, Dark Reunion, I sound like a child!

 

“No problem.” Standing awkwardly, Kaidou grabs their bags while his friend washes their bowls, and then they’re out the door. 

 

By the time they’re at school, Kuboyasu has his arm around Kaidou as they joke and laugh together, and the awkward atmosphere has faded, only to return when they both freeze, spotting three people outside the door to their classroom: Yumehara, Aiura, and Teruhashi. Kaidou’s heart drops further as he feels his friend’s arm drop. “Wait,” he says suddenly, voice shaking a little. 

 

Kuboyasu glances at him. “Yeah?”

 

Kaidou feels his face flush, and can’t meet the boy’s eyes, regretting saying anything. “Nevermind…”

 

“What’s up?” Kuboyasu pushes, confused now.

 

“I just—” Kaidou fiddles with his bandages nervously- “C-can you, uh…” His friend continues staring at him intensely, encouraging him to continue, which he does. “Can-you-put-your-arm-around-me-again-because-it-felt- really -nice!”

 

Kuboyasu’s eyebrows furrow. “I, uh, couldn’t understand any of that,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “You speak too fast sometimes.”

 

Kaidou huffs, then bites his lip and takes a step closer, slinging his friend’s arm around himself. He hears Kuboyasu gasp a little and smiles internally, proud of himself as his heart hammers.

 

“Oh, r-right…You wanted this?” 

 

“Mhm.” Kaidou grins up at him, feeling satisfied when he sees the obvious blush on his friend’s cheeks and his embarrassed expression. “Is it, um, okay?”

 

Kuboyasu shrugs. “I mean, your girlfriend’s over there, but…Fine with me.”

 

“Don’t call her that! I’m gonna t-talk to her today…” Now it’s Kaidou’s turn to be embarrassed, and his friend chuckles. “I’m serious!”

 

“Alright. ‘Cause we, uh, kinda look like a couple right now…” 

 

Kaidou’s breath catches and he stares at the ground, face burning, only grounded by the feeling of Kuboyasu’s arm around him. He—What does he mean by that? Is he implying something, or am I just imagining this? What should I say!? He opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by Kuboyasu clearing his throat.

 

“Sorry. I…I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he mumbles, also looking away. He begins unwrapping his arm.

 

Kaidou finds he’s unable to speak and doesn’t stop him, taking a step away once he can no longer feel his friend’s touch. He stares at his shoes and begins walking numbly, feeling his heart pounding heavily. Shit! I need to say something! Lifting his head, his gaze finds his friend—Kuboyasu’s also staring at the ground, hands shoved into his pockets and eyes tired under furrowed brows.

 

“Shun!” Kaidou drags his eyes away to Yumehara as she approaches them, a small smile forming on his lips despite himself.

 

“Hi.” He scans her face, seeing nothing of the anger from yesterday—in fact, her eyes are wide as she stares not at him, but at Kuboyasu, in awe.

 

“Oh my God! Are those bruises from the Kokomins!? I saw the videos, that was so cool! You totally beat them up!” she exclaims, leaning close and gaping, using a hand to turn his face and observe the bruises—Kaidou had thought he’d done a pretty good job covering them, but apparently they were still visible. He feels a small surge of jealousy, though—she’s never been that close to him ! Aren’s blushing, too! 

 

Kuboyasu shrugs a little, attempting to act nonchalant, though Kaidou knows him well enough to tell it’s an act. “Yeah, thanks.” He shoots Kaidou a “help me” glance, but the boy turns away, huffing. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Kuboyasu frown, and can feel his eyes on him, probably upset, but he’s too stubborn to care. I don’t even know why I’m mad at him, but I am. Is it because Chiyo’s giving him attention, and not me? Am I jealous ?

 

“That explains yesterday, I’m sorry for getting so angry and calling you gay, I really didn’t mean it as an insult. It was just kind of weird to see you two like that, especially with how close you are! And you didn’t have a shirt and Shun was crying, I just—I assumed the wrong thing…” She trails off, seeming to have noticed how awkward she just made things.

 

“I-it’s alright!” Kaidou laughs nervously. 

 

Kuboyasu glances at him, also flushed red. “Yeah, I, uh—I understand…”

 

“Okay, great!” She pauses for a moment, then gasps, eyes darting between the two of them for a moment and sparkling. “Oh my God, are you guys wearing makeup !? Miko, Kokomi, this is so cute, come over here!” She waves the two girls over while the boys fiddle with their hands anxiously. She noticed! I mean, it’s obvious, but still! Oh, hopefully they don’t all make fun of me! Or Aren!

 

The others wander over, looking a little confused, then Aiura’s eyes widen. “Wow, Kubonnu, I never expected you to be the type of guy to wear makeup!” she exclaims, taking a step closer. He moves away, looking annoyed— Kaidou almost laughs at his expression.

 

“I was trying to cover bruises,” he mutters, though the girl doesn’t seem to hear him.

 

“But look at Shun’s eyeliner!” Now Yumehara hovers near Kaidou, taking his face in her hands while he blushes intensely. “Shun-kun, you look so nice!” she whines.

 

Shun-kun… “T-thanks!” He plays with his bandages as she turns his head this way and that—almost as if she’s simply looking for an excuse to touch him. 

 

“B-but we need to talk,” she says suddenly, dropping her hands. He looks up, brows furrowed, to find her smile has faded and her expression is serious, and his heart nearly stops.

 

“Uh, o-okay…” Anxiety has frozen him to the spot as he stares at her, his mom always says that whenever she’s dissatisfied about his grades and about to scold him, it’s sort of a trigger phrase.

 

Yumehara bites her lower lip, wringing her hands. “Is after school okay?”

 

“I, uh…Yeah.” 

 

She smiles at him a little nervously, not seeming to have noticed how his breathing has sped up, and messes with his hair. “I love your hair, it’s so messy…Alright, bye!” He doesn’t respond as she skips off, grabbing Aiura’s hand and dragging her into the classroom, Teruhashi still talking to Kuboyasu. 

 

Kaidou shudders a little, and stares at his shoes blankly. Only Aren touches my hair…And what does she want to talk about?  

 

“Oi, Shun, you can go ahead a moment, alright? I’ll be there in a sec.” He looks up at Kuboyasu, feeling a little dizzy.

 

“Yeah, okay…”

 

His friend frowns. “You good?” Only Aren can ever tell when something’s off, I wonder why?

 

Still, Kaidou forces a smile: there’s not enough time to explain, and he doesn’t want to burden Kuboyasu. “Oh, I’m fine, sorry.”

 

The boy’s frown only deepens. “You sure? You look a little out of it.”

 

“Really, I’m okay, just need some water,” Kaidou insists, tightening his grip on his bag. “See you in class.” He turns, sliding the door open and not glancing back.

Kuboyasu blinks, watching his friend leave.

 

“What was that?” Teruhashi asks, confused.

 

“Beats me.” Worry knits his brows together as he watches the door close. “I’ll talk to him. What were you saying about Yumehara?”

 

She twirls a finger through her hair, sighing. “She’s always talking about how happy she is with Kaidou-kun, but—and I don’t mean this to be offensive to you or him—she deserves better.” He opens his mouth to interrupt, but she continues speaking. “I’m sure you’ve seen how he is around her, he barely speaks to her and isn't very affectionate. It doesn’t even seem like he enjoys himself.”

 

Kuboyasu nods, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, understanding. “So you’ll help me break them up?”

 

“Yes. I don’t want to see Chiyo heartbroken, but I’m sure she’ll move on quickly, knowing her.”

 

He laughs, “Yeah, she crushes on every other guy she meets.”

 

“I know. I don’t understand that.”

 

“Me neither. Shun’s the only person I’ve ever really wanted to date and had a serious crush on. Before that, it was nothing, and I was always makin’ up crushes on girls.” At the thought of Kaidou, he grins a little giddily, blushing a little. “I’m so glad it’s him, though.”

 

She smiles at him, and gasps are heard from around them. “You two would make a cute couple, I really hope it goes well.”

 

“Heh, thanks…I love him a lot.” It’s strange for him to be openly talking about this—especially with Teruhashi of all people. His parents are the only other people to know, and it was simple with them: his mom asked if he liked ‘that boy,’ and he said yes. That was all there was except for occasional teasing whenever Kaidou comes over or he goes to his house, and there’s no way he’d talk about this stuff with them.

 

“It’s really sweet. Should we—”

 

“Kokomi-chan!” Teruhashi turns, lips rounded into an ‘o’ as a girl jumps up and clings to her, hugging her tightly. “I missed you!”

 

“Oh! Imu, don’t scare me like that!” She laughs, sending off a chorus of gasps from around them. There’s a thud, and Kuboyasu blinks down at some boy who’s apparently fainted. What the hell?

 

“Who’s this?” Imu asks, sliding down and narrowing her eyes at Kuboyasu. Then, before he has a chance to respond, she gasps, “Oh, wait! I recognize you, Yumehara-san pointed you out when I was looking for boyfriends!”

 

He frowns, brows furrowing. “Huh?”

 

“Wait, and you were the guy in that video, right? Beating up Kokomi’s fanclub!?” She sounds excited by this, beaming at him.

 

“Uh, yeah.” He frowns, more than a little upset at being recognized for that . 

 

“Those creeps deserved it, Kokomi’s too perfect for them!” She pouts a little, and that’s when Kuboyasu recognizes her. Oh, this is the cute freshman everyone talks about! She and Teruhashi-san are friends? He looks over at Teruhashi to see her blushing and smiling softly as she looks at Imu, which confuses him a little: she’s never looked flustered like that. “Your face is bruised, thank you for your service!” She bows her head and he chuckles.

 

“‘Course.” That makeup was useless, huh…But at least it led to Shun being happy, and he really does look adorable with eyeliner…Oh, this girl reminds me of Shun a little. They’re both energetic, I suppose, maybe a little scatterbrained, and definitely cute. Not that she compares. They’re interrupted by the bell. 

 

“Oh! Bye, Kokomi!” She briefly hugs Teruhashi again while the girl laughs, causing a chorus of “oh wow”s, then glances at Kuboyasu and smiles. “Nice to meet you.”

 

“You, too.” She waves and skips off, a small crowd of boys following her.

 

Kuboyasu snorts a little at the idea of her also having a fanclub. “And she is…?”

 

“Oh! You haven’t met her yet?” He shakes his head. “Imu Rifuta. She’s a freshman, and probably one of my best friends.” 

 

“Ah, alright. She seemed nice,” he replies, scanning the hallway for their teacher.

 

Teruhashi sighs happily, smiling. “Yeah, she is.” More gasps from around them.

 

A few moments later, Yumehara pokes her head out of the classroom, frowning. “What are you two doing? The bell rang, c’mon!” They exchange a glance, then follow her inside. 

 

Kuboyasu’s gaze immediately seeks out Kaidou, heart dropping when he sees his friend has his head down, face hidden in his arms. He approaches slowly, tapping his shoulder gently, and the boy turns. “Oh. Hi.” He doesn’t smile, and Kuboyasu’s concern grows.

 

“You alright?”

 

Kaidou shrugs half heartedly. “I guess.”

 

That’s not good. Kuboyasu sighs and crouches down, staring up at him. “What happened?”

 

“Nothing. Chi—Yumehara just said something that’s kind of stressing me out and I just don’t feel well, kinda sick, I guess. I felt fine earlier, so I don’t know.” He rubs his eyes, and Kuboyasu can see his sleeves are darker than normal in a few spots. He’s crying? What could she have said? “Just leave me alone, Aren. I’ll talk to you later, I promise.” And then he buries his face back in his arms.

 

Red flags go off in Kuboyasu’s mind—there’s clearly something serious going on—but he should leave Kaidou alone for now if that’s what he wants. He stands up, then leans over to hug him—as well as he can, anyways, when Kaidou’s still sitting down. “I hope you feel better,” he murmurs, trying to ignore how his friend is shaking. 

 

“Thanks.” Kuboyasu leans away, standing back up and ruffling his friend’s hair a moment, then leaves, lips pursed into a frown. When he arrives at his desk, he takes out a notebook and flips to an empty page, continuing some homework he lied about finishing last night. Last night…Shun was so awesome. I’ve never opened up to anyone like that before, but it was nice to let everything out, even if neither of us slept well after. Perhaps talking about feelings is alright.

 

It’d been a lot of sobs muffled by Kaidou’s shirt, and lots of hugs and warm words. At a point, Kaidou, too, had started crying, though he claimed it just made him sad to see Kuboyasu sad, which just made the latter feel worse despite Kaidou saying it was alright and not his fault. Kuboyasu rarely cries, and if he does it’s never around people, but Kaidou’s different. Despite him having a crush on the boy and desperately wanting to impress him, they’re also best friends, and Kaidou’s the person he trusts most—the only person he trusts, really. 

 

He glances over at him now, brows furrowing and frown deepening—the boy is still hiding his face in his arms, and Kuboyasu can see his body shuddering. His heart breaks, every instinct screaming at him to go help, especially after last night, but he stays put, taking a deep breath and pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. I’ll talk to him when he’s ready.

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed this! Also, quick question: Do you guys prefer less frequent, but longer chapters around 5k words each? Or should I start posting more often, 2-3k word chapters? Let me know in the comments bc school starts tomorrow and I'll probably start to write more since it's how I cope lol

In the meantime you can go read my trans!shun one shot :) and ik i've been promising this for weeks but I WILL get around to writing the main trans!shun fic, where that's the main plot. I've been drafting but it's a slow process and I wanna finish this first, but it will happen!

Chapter 13

Notes:

Short chapter, only about 3.5k words bc school has been stealing all my writing time >:( Getting better at managing but I also do sports, so it's tough lol. And apologies to everyone who commented a month ago and I replied to like a few days ago, I meant to do it earlier and it just slipped my mind but I still wanted to reply...Anyway, the chapter size will probably begin to vary depending on how much I'm able to write, like it may be 7k one post and 3k another, but alas. Onto the chapter!

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“Hey, I’m gonna stay after school for something, you guys go on without me.” Kaidou tugs at his bandages, anxious to get this over with. 

 

“But you’re gonna miss ramen!” Nendou complains, frowning down at him.

 

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

 

“Where are you goin’, Shun? I can wait for you if it won’t take long.” Kuboyasu is obviously worried, and Kaidou sighs internally. I’m glad he cares, but I can’t tell him. He’ll just think I’m being dumb.

 

“Just gonna hang out with Yumehara.” There’s no point in lying—Kuboyasu can read him well and would be able to tell immediately—but this just makes his friend more concerned.

 

“Ooh, have fun with your girlfriend, chibi!”

 

“Shut up, jerk!”

 

Kuboyasu ignores their exchange, stepping forward to hug him tightly, causing Kaidou to gasp in surprise. “Alright. Have fun, let me know if you need anything.”

 

“Where’s our hugs, transfer student?” Nendou asks, crossing his arms.

 

Kuboyasu shoots him a look of disdain. “You aren’t Shun.” Kaidou’s heart warms a little despite his embarrassment, only to flutter as his friend’s attention turns back to him. “Text me later, ‘kay?” He takes the boy’s hands in his own for a moment, and Kaidou gapes, wanting to push him away but unable to find the will.

 

“Y-yeah,” he whispers instead. Does he have to do this now? Saiki and Nendou are right here! Then again, Nendou’s an idiot and I won’t be the one to deal with his teasing, plus I doubt Saiki cares.  

 

A hand moves up, touching his cheek, and he stiffens. Their eyes meet for a few moments too long before Kuboyasu breaks it off to look down, biting his lip. “Love you,” he whispers, gazing back into his eyes like he wants to say more. 

 

“I love you, too, A-Aren.” Kaidou watches, heart in his throat, as his friend simply stares at him, hand cupping his cheek still. Then Kuboyasu tucks a strand of hair back behind Kaidou’s ear, brushing his cheek with his thumb before looking away.

 

“Be careful, alright? Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?” 

 

Kaidou rolls his eyes, gently moving the hand away, embarrassed. “I’m fine. I can walk home from school by myself, idiot,” he laughs quietly. 

 

“True. You are the Jet Black Wings, after all; I don’t know why I ever doubted you.”

 

The boy beams. “Of course! Alright, see you tomorrow then?”

 

“Mhm. Bye, Shun.” Kuboyasu grins back at him.

 

“Bye.” Kaidou stares after him as he leaves, smile fading as he watches Kuboyasu jog to catch up with the others, who’d already left and thankfully didn't witness that. His heart drops as he remembers what he has to do now, and he sighs, beginning to walk to where he’d agreed to meet Yumehara. After a minute he pulls out his phone to check his messages, but there’s nothing new except for a purple heart from Kuboyasu, sent a few seconds ago. Aren… A grin spreads over his lips as his heart flutters, giddiness coursing through his veins. He replies with his own blue heart.

 

It’s obvious Kuboyasu knows he isn’t feeling well, but the fact that he hasn’t pressured him to say what’s wrong and has just comforted him regardless means a lot. He stares at his hands, which are shaking a little from nerves, and stuffs them into his pockets as he approaches Yumehara, who’s sitting on a bench, his lips pressing together into a frown. “Hey.”

 

She turns, eyes widening. “Oh, h-hi.”

 

“What’d you want to talk about?” he asks, deciding to stay standing, every muscle tensed with dread.

 

The girl looks away. “I wanted to ask you about something…kind of personal,” she says nervously, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. He nods quickly, eager to get this over with, and she continues. “Do you…are you gay? Because—” Kaidou squeaks in surprise, then takes a step back and covers his mouth with his hands out of embarrassment of the noise. “I-I don’t think you like me back…And t-that's not it, and it’s—it’s alright! I understand, I-I was too focused on us dating and all, and that you said yes to realize…

 

“But it’s obvious you like Kuboyasu-kun! And I, uh, I’m okay with that, I’m not homophobic!” He stares at her wordlessly, gaping and wide eyed and flushed dark crimson, unable to speak as she fumbles with her sleeves. “I…I-I’m bi, actually,” she murmurs, also red.

 

“Uh…C-cool,” Kaidou croaks out a few seconds later, knowing he has to say something. Suddenly he can speak, and he rapidly shakes his head. “B-but you misinterpreted this! I-I don’t—I don’t like,” his voice drops to a whisper, “Aren. W-we’re just friends.”

 

That makes her frown deepen. “You don’t?” She sounds genuinely surprised, so surprised it makes Kaidou question himself. I’m not gay! No, I’ve already gone over this! 

 

“I don’t!” he shouts, breath speeding up. I can’t be! My family would hate me! Sure, Mama and Papa are fine with it, but the rest of them? Our extended family? I’d tear it apart! And Aren of all people? No! He’s my best friend!

 

She blinks at him, taken aback, looking a little confused. “Alright, I’m really sorry for assuming…But you don’t like me either, do you?” she murmurs, glancing down at her shoes in disappointment.

 

Kaidou hesitates, also averting his eyes. “I…I don’t know,” he admits, voice shaking a little. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. “B-but I think we’re better off as friends.”

 

“Yeah…” They meet eyes again, and Kaidou’s heart drops as he sees tears welling up. She uses the back of her hand to wipe them away, sniffing. “I’m sorry. I was just so excited that you said yes, I didn’t even realize how uncomfortable you probably were! And now I’m asking if you like your best friend just because I do…”

 

He blinks, processing for a few seconds, before his eyes go wide. “Y-you like Aren!?”

 

“Huh?” Yumehara glances up, brows furrowing. “No, I-I like Miko…” Her blush intensifies, a small smile ghosting her lips, and he stares, mind reeling. She does? I never would’ve expected that…

 

“Oh.” Tugging on his bandages, he watches as more tears build, feeling angry at himself and guilty, but not knowing how to help. If it was Aren, I’d hug him…Should I hug her? Can I, or would it be weird? He bites his lip, then takes a seat next to her and pulls her into a gentle hug, heart pounding. She sobs, pushing her face into his shoulder, and his grip tightens. “I’m really sorry,” he whispers. “You’d be an, um, good girlfriend.” He says it in an attempt to be nice, but she flinches instead.

 

“T-thanks. And it’s okay.” She looks up at him now, pushing hair from her face, and smiles sadly. “It’s not your fault.” The tears have stopped, and Kaidou unwraps his arms, embarrassed.

 

“Okay,” he mumbles, not meeting her eyes.

 

Yumehara touches his arm gently and he jumps a little, not expecting it. “Are we still friends?”

 

“Of course!” he exclaims. “You’re really nice, Chi—Yumeha—what should I call you now?” Surprise turns to embarrassment, and she laughs a little.

 

“Chiyo’s fine.”

 

“R-right. You’re really nice, Chiyo, and…I feel like we could be good friends, but, uh…nothing more.”

 

She nods, looking relieved, and laughs a little. “That's good…I was really scared you’d hate me.”

 

“Huh!? I wouldn’t! I’m a bit angry, but mostly at myself…” he replies awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, a habit he’s picked up from Kuboyasu.

 

“Oh.” They both look at each other nervously, then Kaidou stands.

 

“Sorry, I have classes today…I have to get home,” he says apologetically, thoughts racing with panic from the conversation. 

 

She gasps. “Oh! Of course, that’s alright. See you tomorrow?”

 

Kaidou smiles a little. “Yeah. Bye.”

 

“Bye.” She grins and he stands, glancing over his shoulder as he leaves to see her pull out her phone, lips pressed together tightly. I hope she isn’t crying again… He sighs, taking out his own phone, seeking comfort.

 

-hi

 

Kuboyasu replies almost immediately.

 

-Shun, hey! How'd it go?

 

-fine.

-we broke up

Read

 

Kaidou frowns, watching as three dots appear and disappear for almost a minute, confusion growing, until a simple message pops up.

 

-How are you feeling?

 

-idk

-she cried

 

There’s tears rolling down his face, too, now, but he’d never admit it.

 

-Shun…

-Are you alright?

 

-idk

 

-Ok. Come to the ramen shop Nendou always takes us to, I’m there now

 

-i cant

-prep classes

 

-Oh

-Where are you rn?

 

-just leaving school

 

-K

-I’m coming to get you

 

-AREN

-dont im fine i promise

 

Despite his embarrassment at how Kuboyasu treats him sometimes, the way he’s almost as overprotective as Kaidou’s mother, Kaidou finds himself smiling through the tears at his phone.

 

-Fine

-But Nendou’s trying to take my phone so I gtg

 

-oh

-ok bye

 

-Love you Shun <3

-Text me later, k? Whenever your classes are over

 

-i love you too and i will <3

-byeee

 

-Fuck I love you

 

Kaidou stares down at his phone, at the purple heart his friend sent and his own blue one, watching the tears fall onto his screen, only for his heart to skip a beat as he sees the final message. Then he sighs, wiping the tears off and shoving his phone into his pocket, wondering why he’s feeling so sad when this is what he wanted: to break up with Yumehara and go back to before, right? But she didn't deserve that, she deserved better. Whatever. She didn’t deserve a one-sided relationship, either. I never should’ve said yes in the first place.

 

He speeds up his pace, walking faster, eager to get home—he lied to everyone, prep classes don’t start till later, but he feels somewhat sick and really wants to be alone right now. Alone, or alone with Aren? I said no to him because I was embarrassed, but I really want him to be with me now…Breathing shakily, he glares down at the ground. Not because I like him! I’m not gay, that’d ruin everything! He’s my best friend…Yeah. Chiyo was wrong. Kuboyasu, his best friend, his sworn friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

Shun’s alright, stop worrying about him! Kuboyasu sighs, rolling over in bed, glancing at the clock: it’s past midnight, he’s been lying here for two hours, unable to sleep due to pain and anxiety, yet too stubborn to take any medicine that would help. I’ve been through worse, it’s alright. Still, he said he’d text me later but he hasn’t. I don’t want to bother him, though…Besides, he’s probably asleep by now. I can’t believe this shit, why do I miss him so much !? He turns over again, longingly staring at the spot where Kaidou had slept last night, curled up in his arms. 

 

Half heartedly, he picks up his phone with another sigh, checking for messages despite knowing he would’ve heard the notification, having turned his ringer on simply for that reason. As expected, there’s no messages; he inputs his password anyway, going to Kaidou’s contact and smiling a little at the selfie they’d taken earlier. Then he frowns, his friend is online? This late? That’s pretty unusual, he likes to go to sleep early. Hmm… Finger hovering over the call button, he hesitates for half a second, then presses it. He holds his breath, waiting for Kaidou to accept the call. Please, Shun… A grin spreads across his face as it’s picked up.

 

“Aren?” a voice croaks.

 

“Hey,” Kuboyasu replies warmly. 

 

“What’s up? Why’d you call?” He sounds hoarse and raspy, tired and defeated.

 

Kuboyasu frowns a little, rolling onto his back and sighing a little as it slightly eases the pain in his ribs. “I missed you,” he admits. “You said you’d text and you didn’t.”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry…I took a nap and it slipped my mind, I guess.”

 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. Is that why you’re still up?”

 

“I, uh…Yeah, I can’t sleep, so I’ve just been writing.”

 

“Mm, alright. Are you feelin’ better after earlier?” Kuboyasu asks gently, remembering how dismissive his friend had been before.

 

Kaidou hesitates, and Kuboyasu swears he can hear a sniffle. “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” he whispers, sounding anything but fine. 

 

“You sure?” His heart pounds, lips pursing as he waits for a response. 

 

Kaidou’s silent, and Kuboyasu can clearly hear a shaky breath.

 

“Shun…?”

 

“I feel sick,” the boy mumbles. 

 

“What sort of sick?” Kuboyasu asks, concerned.

 

“I don’t know. My head hurts a lot and I feel shaky and weak and nauseous and really tired.”

 

Kuboyasu bites his lip. “Shun…”

 

The boy sniffles. “A-and I had a nightmare and I’m scared to go downstairs in the dark,” he whispers, suddenly sounding very vulnerable. 

 

“Oh, Shun…”

 

“I just really wish you were here,” Kaidou sobs, seeming to have finally dropped his defenses.

 

Kuboyasu sits up in bed, gritting his teeth at the sharp, sudden pain. “I can come over. Give me a few minutes, lemme change and I’ll ride over.”

 

Kaidou swallows. “Okay.” His lack of resistance only makes Kuboyasu’s heart drop further as he stands, pulling on a shirt and shoes along with a hoodie over.

 

He scribbles a note for his parents so they don’t worry if they happen to notice his disappearance, then pops a few pain pills because Kaidou’s needs are greater than his, and he needs to be in the best shape in order to comfort him. Continuing to sneak down the hallway, he keeps silent as he opens the door to the garage and walks his motorcycle outside. Kaidou doesn’t speak, waiting on the other end of the phone in silence. “Alright, I’m leavin’ right now.”

 

“Okay,” his friend repeats quietly. “Thank you, Aren.”

 

Kuboyasu huffs. “Don’t thank me, I want to help you. I’ll be there in a bit.”

 

“Mhm. I love you.”

 

The boy smiles. “I love you more.” He hears Kaidou’s soft giggle then hangs up, grinning to himself as he puts his helmet on. Happiness blooms in his heart at the fact that saying ‘I love you’ has become a normal thing between them, his longing for Kaidou making the drive feel much shorter and less painful than it really was. He parks his bike in the driveway, locking it to a metal fence so it doesn’t get stolen, then scales that fence, face screwed up with pain. Finally, he glances up at the house, easily identifying Kaidou’s room since it’s the only one with the lights on.

 

-I’m here

Read

 

The window to that room opens, and Kaidou peers down, not leaning far out. His hair is more messed up than usual and he looks like a wreck, though Kuboyasu can’t make out his face from this far away. “How’d you get there!?” he yells hoarsely.

 

“How’re you feelin’?” Kuboyasu asks instead.

 

Kadou shrugs, looking away for a moment. “The same. Meet me at the front door, alright? I’ll let you in.”

 

“I thought you were scared, are you sure? I can climb up.”

 

Kaidou scoffs a little. “I’m the Jet Black Wings, I can deal with a nightmare.” 

 

Kuboyasu’s expression softens. That’s what I like to hear. “Of course, sorry.”

 

“It’s okay. See you in a sec.” The window slides shut, and Kuboyasu walks around to the front, waiting for the door to open. A few seconds later it does, and Kaidou stands in front of him, much paler than usual, lacking his usual spirit. “Hi.”

 

Kuboyasu blinks at him, gaze scanning over him. “You look like hell.” The boy is wrapped in a blanket, eyes red and puffy as if he’s been crying, which Kuboyasu doesn’t doubt he has.

 

Kaidou looks up at him and bites his lip. “I know.” Kuboyasu frowns at how he’s trembling.

 

“Lemme carry you.” Before his friend can reply, he scoops him up in his arms. Kaidou clings onto him like a koala, not protesting like he usually would, and wraps his arms and legs around Kuboyasu as he closes and locks the door. Kuboyasu smiles as his friend sighs and rests his chin on his shoulder. “You comfy?”

 

“Mhm, you’re warm,” the boy replies happily.

 

“Alright,” Kuboyasu chuckles, holding him tightly as he slowly walks up the stairs, trying to ignore the aches of his bruises under Kaidou’s touch, or the pounding in his head that has been persisting all night. He quietly opens the door to Kaidou’s bedroom and sits on the bed, Kaidou on his lap. The boy looks half asleep, now, eyes drooping as he watches Kuboyasu place a cool hand on his forehead. “You might have a fever. I’ll be right back, ‘kay?”

 

Kaidou mumbles something inaudible, and Kuboyasu carefully stands, gently pushing his friend off, and closes the door, using the flashlight from his phone to find his way through the dark house out of fear of waking people up. Rummaging through drawers in the bathroom, he grabs a bottle of medicine and a washcloth, along with a thermometer, all previous exhaustion having dissipated long ago out of concern for Kaidou, although the pain hasn’t. Figuring the boy might also get—or already be—dehydrated, he fills a few bottles with cold water from the kitchen before heading back upstairs, tucking them under his arm.

 

“Hey, I’m back,” he says softly, quietly closing the door and sitting on the bed next to Kaidou, who’s squirmed back under his comforter. “Sit up, love.”

 

“L-love?” Kaidou murmurs confusedly, cheeks heating up and frowning at him but propping himself against his pillow. 

 

Kuboyasu flinches, face hot—that just slipped out, he hadn’t meant to say it. “Oh, uh, sorry. Let me take your temperature, Shun.”

 

“I can do it,” the boy protests, and Kuboyasu hands him the thermometer, hiding a smile behind his hand at Kaidou’s stubbornness. Brushing his bangs back, he places the washcloth on his friend’s forehead while Kaidou takes his own temperature. “38.5,” he sighs.

 

“Take these,” Kuboyasu says, pouring a couple pills into the boy’s hand. “They’ll help with the fever.” He hands him water, too, and Kaidou swallows the pills. “Does your throat hurt?”

 

His friend shakes his head. 

 

“Alright, that’s good. Hopefully it’s just some virus, though you probably won’t be at school tomorrow.”

 

“I know. Will you skip school with me?” He stares at Kuboyasu pleadingly.

 

The boy chuckles, blushing and smiling. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ll stay if you don’t infect me, but you’ll have to ask your parents.”

 

Kaidou’s expression drops. “Oh. Yeah, nevermind, you should probably go home, I don’t want you to get sick, plus they’ll see you…”

 

Kuboyasu rolls his eyes. “I’m kiddin’, I’m staying whether you like it or not. Now, drink water, it helps.” He pushes the almost full bottle closer, and Kaidou takes a few small sips before setting it down again. “More, Shun. Dehydration will only make you feel worse.” His friend sighs, then takes a couple gulps of water, draining the bottle halfway. Good enough.  

 

“I only felt a little bad before that nightmare, now everything feels uncomfortable.” He glances at Kuboyasu. “Can I take off my sweatshirt, I feel hot.”

 

The boy blinks, confused. “Why are you askin’ me?”

 

“I don’t have a shirt under.”

 

Kuboyasu feels his cheeks heat up and prays Kaidou can’t tell. “Oh, I…Sure, I don’t care.”

 

“Okay, thanks.” He peels off the hoodie, throwing it on the ground, while Kuboyasu tries to look anywhere else and ignore the thumping of his heart. Shut up! Shut up! How is he even okay with this, he always gets so embarrassed! “Aren? Can you…Can you hold me? I’m gonna try to sleep…”

 

“Weren’t you hot? My body heat’s just gonna make you feel worse,” Kuboyasu replies, a little confused, yet his heart is pounding at the idea—he’d never thought he’d reject cuddling Kaidou, though him being shirtless is making him too nervous.

 

The boy frowns. “Oh. Nevermind, you’re right, sorry.” Kaidou yawns, sitting up further in bed to drink water while Kuboyasu continues averting his eyes awkwardly, suddenly also feeling very warm. We change every day in the locker room, but this is so different. He’s shirtless, it’s one in the morning, and we’re alone in his bedroom…How do I even get into these situations? 

 

He gets up a moment and stretches a bit, taking off his own hoodie, then bites his lip, smiling a little as he finally glances at his friend. “I’ve changed my mind.” He crawls onto the bed, getting close to Kaidou, then pauses. “If that’s alright, of course. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He looks at the boy, whose eyes are wide.

 

“Y-yes, it’s okay.” Kaidou turns towards him, pushing himself closer, and Kuboyasu wraps his arms around him, savoring the surprising smoothness of his skin. 

 

“Sleep well,” he breathes, heart pounding.

 

“O-okay. You, too.” 

 

Kuboyasu smiles to himself a little, knowing he won’t be able to sleep like this, but closing his eyes anyway. “I love you.”

Notes:

Y'all remember when I said to read my other fic last update? like I read over it the other day and oml I should've reread it this is actually so embarrassing, I'm taking it down but might repost later if I end up editing. Also have been coming up with new ideas for what I write once I finish this, I'm at 103.5k words rn, so prob only 20k left to write. I've grown emotionally attached to this and has been in the works for a year by now (I think?) It's been kinda hard to write the ending (hence why I keep procrastinating), so bear with me. In the meantime, if I begin drafting something new I'll probably post that but it depends on whether I have time or not.

Thanks for reading :) I swear this will be done within a few months it HAS to be lmao and once I finish the main fic, these updates will speed up. Hope you enjoyed <3

Chapter 14

Notes:

I have writer's block but heres a new update, hope y'all enjoy <3 Sorry I haven't replied to comments but I've read them all, thank you to everyone who leaves comments, they mean a lot!

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When Kaidou wakes up, he immediately sits upright in bed, breathing hard. No way. There’s no way he just dreamed that. Kissing Kuboyasu? His best friend? A deep blush creeps across his face, beginning at his ears, and he sighs in relief that Kuboyasu isn’t actually here, for once relieved to not feel those familiar muscular arms around him. He presses his hands into his eyes, stretching with a yawn and trying to ignore the guilt and worry before realizing how thirsty he is, rolling over to grab a bottle of water from his nightstand.

 

Propping himself up in bed, he relaxes as he downs the rest of the bottle, then half of a second one, eyes drooping closed. He remembers Kuboyasu had been here last night and had taken care of him, but he must’ve left so Kaidou’s parents wouldn’t get mad, and Kaidou mentally thanks him as he crawls back under the covers, shuddering at the thought of his mom finding out he snuck his friend in. It’s all kind of blurry, though: he didn’t kiss Kuboyasu, right? Now he’s unsure, heart rate rising rapidly.

 

“Shun! You were supposed to be up twenty minutes ago, Mama’s pissed!” His sister’s yell shatters the peace of his bedroom and he opens his eyes, squinting as she barges in. “And clean your room, there’s clothes on the floor!” 

 

“I’m sick, where’s Papa?” he whines, eyes fluttering shut. 

 

She sighs dramatically, leaning over him and putting a cold hand to his forehead, brows shooting up when she realizes he’s not actually lying. “Oh, you might be right. He’s downstairs, I’ll tell him to come up, but if Mama yells at me more this is on you. And put a shirt on, weirdo!” Kaidou nods, not really caring, and turns on his side, hugging his pillow as she closes the door.

 

I can’t believe I had that dream. Was Chiyo right? Do I like him? Surely not! I’d know if I did, I wouldn’t be this oblivious to my feelings! It was just a dream, right? Liking guys would complicate his life way too much, he doesn’t want to have to deal with that; not to mention that Kuboyasu is his best friend. It was just a weird fever dream, nothing more.

 

There’s a knock on the door, and he looks up as his dad enters. “Hey, kiddo. You feeling sick?” he asks softly, taking a seat on the edge of Kaidou’s bed. 

 

“Yeah, I didn’t sleep well, either,” he murmurs, eyes drooping. Despite his dad rarely being home, when he is, it’s a treat: he’s much calmer and more reasonable than his mom, and not to mention kinder—it feels like he actually cares.

 

“Ah, so you have the thermometer, I was just looking for that,” he comments, standing to grab it. “Let’s take your temperature.” Kaidou sits up in bed, not protesting. “Yep, you have a fever. Just rest for the day, alright?”

 

He nods, lying back down. “Okay.”

 

His dad brushes his hair back gently, reassuringly. “Do you need anything? Food, water?” 

 

The boy hesitates. “No, but…Can Aren come over? He said—he said he’d stay with me but he left before I woke up…”

 

“Who?” A frown spreads across his dad’s lips, his brows furrowing. “I don’t remember anyone coming over.”

 

“Aren. He snuck in last night and took care of me, he has purple hair.”

 

“Oh! Yeah, I remember him…” His dad glances at him knowingly, not looking surprised nor angry. “He’s a very handsome boy, isn’t he?”

 

Kaidou sighs, unconsciously smiling at the thought of his friend, too out of it to even realize. “Yeah.”

 

“And he sounds really kind.”

 

“He is. He’s the best…” he breathes.

 

His dad pauses. “Shun, you know you can tell me anything, right? I know I’m not always around, but feel free to call or text, okay? I won’t judge you for anything—no matter what, I love you.” 

 

Kaidou frowns, perplexed. What’s he getting at? “Yeah, I know.” Then, suddenly, he remembers. Oh, shit! He saw us that time! “W-wait, Papa, it’s not like that, you’ve misunderstood! We’re just friends!”

 

“That’s what he said, too, and I believe you. I just wanted to make sure and let you know that I’d love you regardless. If you ever…” He hesitates. “Get into a relationship with… with someone, a girl or otherwise, you don’t have to hide it from me.” 

 

“Oh…um, okay. Thank you, but I-I don’t think—I’m not…” Kaidou tries to smile a little, but it doesn’t meet his eyes.

 

“Alright. Even if it’s not that, you can always talk to me.”

 

The boy nods. “Okay. Thanks.” His dad stands up with a sigh, and he buries his face back into his pillow, hearing the door creaking shut. Then he suddenly sits up a bit. “Hey, wait! You never answered me, can Aren come over?”

 

“I suppose,” his dad answers with a sigh. “As long as his parents are alright with it, he can, but no more sneaking him in, please. Your mom will be gone all day for meetings, I believe she just left with Sora.”

 

“Alright. Thank you, Papa, I love you!” He receives a laugh in response and fumbles around his nightstand for his phone, hand finding a piece of paper instead. Huh? He unfolds it slowly, brows furrowing.

 

Good morning, Shun, I hope you’re feeling better and slept well. I’m sorry I had to leave, I didn’t want your family seeing me, but text me when you’re up. 

-Love, Aren 

 

It takes a minute for him to decipher—Kuboyasu’s handwriting is rather messy—though once he reads it, his heart warms. He left me a note…Oh my God. It’s signed with a heart and written in purple ink, which makes his heart flutter. A few seconds later, he finds his phone and eagerly texts his friend.

 

-i got your note

-:)

-and papa said u can come over bc mamas gonna be gone all day!

 

Kuboyasu replies quickly, as usual.

 

-That note was so embarrassing I didn’t know what to write but I felt bad just leaving lol

-And good I’ll head over right now, my parents are letting me play hooky and I left my sweatshirt at your place anyway

-How are you feeling btw?

 

-better ig

-tired tho im gonna eat and shower real fast then go back to sleep i think so i hope ur ready for a nap

 

-Huh I was about to ask you that too, I only slept a few hours

-Be there in a bit

 

-ok!

Read

 

He tries to shake off the odd feeling he has because despite his confusing feelings, the one thing he’s sure of is that he wants to see Kuboyasu again. Yeah… Aren. Smiling, he sets his phone down, taking another few sips of water before getting up, picking up a hoodie off the floor and putting it on, only to realize it’s multiple sizes too big. Oh, right, he said he left his sweatshirt here. It’s really comfy, though, and what if he thinks I look cute? That’s what he always says when I wear his clothes… Kaidou smiles, suddenly eager for his friend to compliment him, then grabs his glasses and heads downstairs, smiling when he doesn’t see his mother for once.

 

She must’ve made breakfast, as there’s a bowl on the counter, and he eats slowly, still shaky and not having much of an appetite. Something about that dream completely ruined his mood and how he feels about Kuboyasu, he’s now nervous to see his best friend, worried that he’ll say something that betrays his conflicting feelings. At least we won’t have to talk much if we just sleep. I’m glad he’s coming over to nap, though, I sleep so much better with him, and my nightmares aren’t as bad. He sighs, absentmindedly playing with his food for a few minutes, then finally standing and deciding he’ll shower, figuring he’ll feel better that way.

 

When he gets out, indeed feeling slightly better, he changes and heads downstairs, hearing voices and frowning. “Papa?” He enters the living room then grins. “Aren! I didn’t hear you come in!”

 

“Oh, hey,” Kuboyasu says warmly, grinning. “You’re wearing glasses?” he asks, surprised.

 

Kaidou laughs a little, readjusting them a little subconsciously. “Yeah, did you not know? I usually wear contacts.”

 

“No, but…they’re cute. And is that my hoodie?” he asks confusedly.

 

Nervously, Kaidou nods and smiles. “Is it okay?”

 

Kuboyasu shakes his head rapidly. “O-of course! Uh, you look really cute.” 

 

Is Aren blushing? Kaidou ignores the thought and smiles a little more. “Thanks.”

 

“And how’re you feelin’? You look better.” 

 

“I am,” he replies, walking over to take a seat next to him.

 

“I was just telling your dad about the fight ‘cause he asked about my eye.” 

 

The boy beams. “He was so cool, Papa! There were some videos, you should’ve seen them! He beat the shit out of those assholes!”

 

Mr. Kaidou laughs lightly. “Language, Shun,” he chides. 

 

“Oops, sorry.” He glances at Kuboyasu, a little embarrassed, and his friend smirks, messing up his hair. “Hey!”

 

“Glad you think I’m cool, but watch your language, dumbass.”

 

Kaidou’s dad clears his throat but doesn’t correct him. “You don’t get into fights often, do you, Kuboyasu? I wouldn’t want Shun getting involved.” 

 

Kuboyasu shoots Kaidou a conflicted look, brows furrowing, then shrugs. “I have a…uh, a past I’m not proud of. But I’ve been working to become better, and now I only fight when it’s necessary.”

 

His dad looks a little confused. “What sort of past?” he asks, eyes narrowing.

 

Crackling his knuckles, Kuboyasu looks away. Kaidou leans against him, attempting to reassure him, and they meet eyes. “You can tell him, ‘Ren. He’ll be okay with it.”

 

“‘Kay.” He looks Kaidou’s dad directly in the eyes. “I used to be a delinquent. Well, a gang leader…I was part of a gang, and my parents were, too, before I was born.” Then his voice hardens, “But that’s in the past! I’m not that person anymore!”

 

Mr. Kaidou only frowns. “I was wondering about your name, actually. That’s interesting…But Shun’s right, I don’t care as long as you’ve changed. In fact, I’m glad he has you. Middle school was rough, he was a frequent target for bullying and it seems that—”

 

“Papa! Shut up!” Kaidou hides his face in his hands, feeling his cheeks heating up.

 

“I just want to thank him, you haven’t brought that up in a while and I’m glad someone can help you if it’s needed!”

 

An arm wraps around Kaidou, pulling him close. “Of course, I understand. You don’t have to worry, I won’t let anything happen to him.” Why did that sound like a threat!?  

 

“Good. See, that’s what I mean,” Kaidou’s dad says with a glance at his son, who rolls his eyes.

 

“I always tease him about getting so embarrassed over nothin’,” Kuboyasu chuckles. 

 

Kaidou pouts, leaning against him. “I don’t get embarrassed over nothing, you’re just embarrassing.”

 

“No, he’s right, you do get embarrassed easily,” his dad remarks, smiling.

 

“Stop ganging up on me,” Kaidou huffs, snuggling into his friend’s shoulder. “Aren, can we go upstairs now? I still don’t feel well and I’m tired.”

 

Kuboyasu ruffles his hair, smiling warmly. “Alright. Want me to carry you?”

 

“Yes, please.” He feels Kuboyasu’s arms slink under him, lifting him up bridal style, and blushes.

 

“Nice to properly meet you, sir.” He glances at Kaidou’s dad, who smiles, eyes sparkling with amusement.

 

“You, too. I’m glad Shun has you.” 

 

Kuboyasu glances down at Kaidou and grins. “I’m glad I have him, too.” 

 

Kaidou giggles as he’s carried off. “That was so cheesy!” 

 

His friend’s face is red and he’s biting his lip, not meeting Kaidou’s eyes. “Whatever,” he mutters, smiling a little.

 

“Idiot,” Kaidou jokes, pushing his glasses up for him. “Thank you, though.”

 

Kuboyasu sets him down on the bed and smiles warmly. “Of course.” He stands, turning off the light and closing the windows so only a bit of light comes through, then lies next to his friend. Kaidou squirms a bit to get comfortable, then pushes himself closer, smiling to himself as his friend’s arms wrap around him.

 

“Thanks for coming over and staying home with me,” he murmurs, smiling into his friend’s shirt. 

 

“Please, this is better than anything. You don’t have to thank me, Shun.” Kuboyasu strokes his hair slowly and sighs. “I just hope you feel better soon, I don’t like seeing you like this.”

 

“I feel fine, really, just a bit drained. I felt a lot worse last night when you called.”

 

Kuboyasu chuckles. “Yeah, you worried me, sounded really out of it. But even if you feel better, you still look sick. Have you been drinkin’ water?”

 

“Kind of.” 

 

His friend glances around the room, then leans over to grab a half full bottle. “Finish this, then we’ll sleep.”

 

“Fine.” He sits up a bit, taking it, heart fluttering as he feels his friend lay his head on his chest. When he finishes the bottle, he drops it on Kuboyasu, who was looking at something on his phone.

 

The boy glares up at him, though his eyes are sparkling with humor. “What’s your problem? Wanna fight, punk?”

 

Kaidou grins. “No, I want attention.”

 

Kuboyasu snorts. “Dumbass. C’mere, then.” He sets his phone down and sits up, propping himself against the pillows, and flattens the blanket over his lap. “Here. Sit.”

 

“Wha—I’m not gonna sit on your lap! J-just hug me!” His cheeks are crimson as he lies back down. 

 

“ Shun , c’mon! You’ve done it before and wouldn’t shut up about how comfortable it was, remember after you had that first nightmare? It was adorable!”

 

Kaidou glares at him. “Don’t bring that up! That was really embarrassing…A-and it’s not that comfy, I only did it once!”

 

His friend smirks, lips curving slyly despite his playful tone. “What about last night? And during the movie that time? Also multiple times after I got injured—”

 

“Jerk! T-those were special occasions!” Now it feels like his face is on fire, and Kuboyasu’s widening grin only serves to worsen his blush.

 

“Yeah, well, I think this is a special occasion,” he replies, readjusting to grab Kaidou.

 

“A-ah! Aren!” The boy is giggling, though, when he’s set back down, the back of his head resting against his friend’s chest. He glares up after a moment, then whines, “I hate you, idiot!”

 

Kuboyasu chuckles, arms sliding around him. “You really need to come up with better insults than ‘idiot’ and ‘jerk.’” His hands find Kaidou’s, taking them and gently intertwining their fingers. 

 

The boy’s breath catches, every one of his muscles going stiff. He yanks his hands away, only to immediately regret it and squeak, “Sorry!” 

 

“No, i-it’s alright…” Kuboyasu blinks down at him, the laughter in his eyes from a few seconds ago gone, brows now knitted together with concern. “Do you, uh, not want me to do that anymore?”

 

Kaidou swallows nervously, unable to meet his eyes. “Yeah, I… It-it’s not that I don’t like it… I-I just… it makes me feel weird? Like, I know that we— that we do other stuff, l-like, uh, we—”

 

“We sleep together. Continue.” 

 

Kaidou glances at him gratefully for half a second, then falls back into stutters when they make eye contact. “R-right, that… And—and I like it! I like this, too, but it’s different, I don’t know, and—H-huh!?” He freezes as Kuboyasu grabs his face, tilting his chin up and pressing his lips to his cheek. “What was— D-did you– Oh ! That was…”

 

“A-are you okay with that ?” Kuboyasu asks, blushing, a slight smile visible.

 

“ Eh !?” He just…He kissed me!? What!? How am I supposed to react, what did he mean by that!? 

 

“Shun…?” Kuboyasu’s voice shakes, and his smile has faded. Kaidou blinks up at him, wide eyed, unable to process what just happened. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, dude, I was just joking around…Fuck, I-I should’ve asked before that, I can’t believe—” 

 

“Yeah, I’m alright w-with that…” Kaidou interrupts, voice barely audible, heart hammering. It felt nice. Why did it feel so nice? Why am I okay with this? Why do I feel so happy? Why did he even do that? What does this all mean? He kissed me, why do I feel like this!?

 

Kuboyasu blinks at him, then sighs, squeezing the boy tightly. “You’re okay with it. Holy shit, you’re okay with it,” he breathes, sounding relieved.

 

“It felt really nice,” Kaidou blurts out without thinking. 

 

“It—it did?” Kuboyasu stares at him wide eyed, looking more flustered than Kaidou’s ever seen him before, which eases his own anxiety a little.

 

He nods, shifting to turn around, pushing his face into his friend’s collarbone as a haven from his own embarrassment.

 

“Good…I, uh…Can I do it again, then?” he asks softly.

 

“Um, if you want to…” Kaidou’s heart is hammering, and he can feel Kuboyasu’s, too, but he raises his head anyway, anxiously anticipating another kiss, when Kuboyasu instead grins at him.

 

“I fucking love you, Shun. You look so cute right now with those glasses, why have I never seen you with them?” He uses a hand to cup Kaidou’s face, pushing the glasses up and then brushing his cheek with his thumb. 

 

Kaidou finds he can’t breathe or speak, mind turning to mush at that gentle touch. “C-contacts…” he manages to whisper. He’s so pretty up close. And he smells nice! Oh, that’s so weird, why am I thinking this!? He stares up into Kuboyasu’s eyes, finding he’s unable to look away. 

 

“I know, but still. And are you okay? I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I? Your face is really red.” He frowns, and Kaidou hesitates. Is it gay to be kissed by another boy? No. Is it gay to be kissed by another boy and like it? He doesn’t answer the question, terrified of the truth.

 

“Aren, I-I don’t…” How do I explain this? It feels so good, but I know it’s wrong to like these things, right? Letting another boy kiss me? Liking it? Hell, even cuddling like we do is weird, I shouldn’t enjoy these things so much, but I want it! I want him to kiss me again, I want to hold his hand, I want to lay in his arms… Is that really wrong? “I don’t know what’s wrong with me right now,” he whispers finally, head drooping. “I’m all messed up.”

 

Kuboyasu’s brows furrow, concern etching his face. “Hey, what do you mean? Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

 

Kaidou only looks away. “I can’t. I-I can’t, I’m so sorry, I can’t talk about this…” I can’t tell him how Yumehara thought I had a crush on him, and how I so strongly denied it, but now…now I’m not so sure and I’m questioning everything. I can’t be gay, though, and even if I was, Aren wouldn’t like me back. This is just ruining everything! He sniffles, wiping his eyes, feeling the tears beginning to form.

 

He vaguely feels Kuboyasu hug him, stroking his hair gently. “Shun…You’re worrying too much. Please, I won’t judge you, let me help.”

 

“I want to,” Kaidou sobs, “but I can’t. Believe me, you don’t want to know, I’m just gonna ruin everything.”

 

Kuboyasu tilts his chin up with a hand, forcing their eyes to meet. “Stop saying that. You won’t.” He leans closer, kissing the tip of Kaidou’s nose, which makes the boy giggle a little despite how his heart is pounding. “Do you like it when I kiss you?” he breathes daringly, a small smile gracing his lips.

 

“I… I think so,” Kaidou whispers back, heart and thoughts racing as he bites his lip. I do. What does that mean? And why does he kiss me to begin with? “But why?”

 

“Why what?” Kuboyasu asks, frowning a little.

 

“Why did you—do you—did you do that?” he stammers, face burning up.

 

Kuboyasu’s face also grows redder. “I, uh… I-I don’t know. I didn’t think the first time, but… You seemed to like it, so I did it again.”

 

Kaidou swallows nervously, heart pounding. “Y-yeah…” They don’t speak for a few moments, the room growing silent, neither looking at each other. 

 

“Why don’t we sleep, and when we wake up maybe you’ll be able to tell me what’s goin’ on? It’s alright if you can’t, but I really am tired.” Kuboyasu smiles at him weakly, hand combing through his still-damp hair.

 

Kaidou nods, his own small smile forming because maybe he will find the courage to ask Kuboyasu for help and they’ll figure everything out. “Yeah.” He moves off his friend, lying down. “But are you sure I won’t infect you?”

 

Kuboyasu scoffs. “I’m not going to get sick, dumbass. It’s nice that you’re concerned, but just…just let me hold you for now, alright? Until you feel better.”

 

“What about after?” Kaidou whines, staring up at him with big eyes. Then he catches himself, cheeks heating up. “I-I mean, okay! You’re a great ally, Aren, the Jet Black Wings thanks you for your service!” He places a hand over his face, a nervous smirk forming, heart fluttering more than it should when Kuboyasu laughs and ruffles his hair.

 

“Glad to hear it.” Then he lies down, slinking his arms around his friend and spooning him, only for Kaidou to turn around so they’re facing each other. 

 

He bites his lip anxiously. “I, uh—I prefer this.” He pushes himself closer, curling up against Kuboyasu as the boy laughs, enveloping him in his larger body.

 

“Me, too. Shun…Y’know, before, uh, this, I never even really hugged anyone, even family, and now…I have this. I have you,” he chuckles wryly. “I guess that's why I cherish you so much.” He gives another small laugh at the end, and Kaidou frowns.

 

“You never…You never hugged anyone?” he asks, surprised. 

 

“Nope. Maybe a few times but…I think I’ve hugged you more in the span of a few days than anyone ever, if that says anything.”

 

Kaidou stares up at him, wide eyed. That explains so much… He must be so touch starved! “Aren, that—that’s really sad.”

 

Kuboyasu cocks his head a little. “It is?”

 

“Yes, you idiot!” Kaidou retorts. “Has your family ever even kissed you?”

 

“Not really, it’s rare. Why?”

 

The boy gasps. “That’s terrible! My family kisses me basically every time they see me! Well, not really Mama or my siblings, but Papa and my extended family does!”

 

“Oh… That sort of stuff is seen as a sign of weakness for us…” his friend trails off, looking a bit disheartened.

 

“Then why do you…why, uh, why did you k-kiss me?” Kaidou asks, stumbling a little out of embarrassment.

 

Kuboyasu blinks. “Because I trust and love you. I know you won’t judge me.” 

 

Kaidou’s heart flutters. Wow, that’s so sweet! I’ve had everything wrong this whole time, he doesn’t have a crush on me, I knew that was ridiculous! “So you feel fine being affectionate with me since I won’t judge you?”

 

“Was that not obvious?” His friend’s brows furrow. “Dude, you’re literally the only person I feel safe around.”

 

“Oh. Really?” He beams, staring up at his friend, and Kuboyasu chuckles.

 

“Yeah, really. Can I kiss you again?”

 

It’s fine that he’s kissing me where he does, but I wonder what it’d feel like if he kissed my mouth…Wait, what!? Heart pounding at his thoughts, he nods, lips curving into a smaller smile.

 

Kuboyasu leans in, kissing his forehead softly. “Shit, Shun, I love you so much,” he breathes, lips lingering on his skin for a moment and grinning. His friend only smiles, snuggling closer, and feels another kiss placed on his head. “Your hair smells really nice, but the way.”

 

“Um, t-thanks.” What am I even thinking about!? There’s no way Chiyo was right! Surely not…  

 

“‘Course.” Kaidou’s eyes droop a little, tired, and he can’t help the smile that forms when he feels Kuboyasu remove his glasses, murmuring, “You’re gonna break these. Glasses are expensive.” 

 

“Oops, sorry.” He glances up as Kuboyasu softly brushes his cheek.

 

The boy’s lips curve a little. “It’s alright.” Kaidou then tucks his head into his friend’s chest, unable to stand their closeness, how their noses are nearly touching. “Sweet dreams.” Fingers comb through his mess of hair, twirling a few strands around.

 

“You, too.” He sighs quietly, loving how Kuboyasu is holding him and how warm and safe he feels. I wouldn’t believe he used to be a delinquent if I haven’t seen him beat people up. He really doesn’t give off those vibes most of the time, he’s so gentle and kind…And despite apparently never having shown affection, he’s very good at it. “I love you, Aren.”

 

“Mhm. Love you, too.” A final kiss is placed on Kaidou’s hair, sending his heart racing. I really, really need to figure these feelings out…But after a nap.

“Shun?” Kuboyasu opens his eyes only to find darkness, the blinds apparently having been closed. His friend is gone, no sign of him, and immediately the boy’s heart starts pounding anxiously, only for him to sigh. I’m worrying too much. He’s fine. He rolls over, stretching a little, then grabs a pillow as his eyes flutter shut again.

 

When he wakes up again, squinting in the bright light, and yawns, his eyes are immediately drawn to a head of fluffy blue hair. “Shun?” Kaidou squeaks, flinching with surprise.

 

“Don’t scare me like that!” he yells, whirling around angrily. 

 

Kuboyasu blinks, too tired to react, and sits up a little. “Uh, what time is it?”

 

The boy rolls his eyes. “You’ve been asleep literally all morning. It’s twelve.”

 

“Huh!?” 

 

“Yeah! I got up a few hours ago, but decided to let you sleep. Usually you wake up whenever I move around, but you didn’t, so I figured you must’ve been really tired.”

 

Kuboyasu lies back down, throwing the blanket back over himself. “Oh.” A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips at the knowledge that Kaidou would care enough to let him sleep. “Thanks.”

 

“Mhm.”

 

He sighs, closing his eyes. Whatever, I’m tired, and I’ll see him later. “Wake me up for lunch.”

 

“Alright. Goodnight.”

“Aren, lunch is ready.” An uncharacteristically soft voice wakes him up, and he blinks up at Kaidou, who’s shaking his shoulder gently. The boy smiles, and Kuboyasu’s heart flutters a little. “Hi.”

 

He yawns. “Hey. C’mere a sec?” Kaidou does, leaning closer, only for Kuboyasu to pull him down into a hug. 

 

“Woah!”

 

“I love you. Thanks for lettin’ me sleep.” He winces, hearing how hoarse his voice is.

 

“Y-yeah…” Kaidou’s cheeks are pink, a nervous grin gracing his lips, lips that Kuboyasu would probably kill to kiss. Oh, shit, this morning… “Papa is a bad cook, so he got takeout. It’s really good.”

 

Kuboyasu nods, releasing his friend, trying not to let his realization show. “Alright, thanks.” He notes with a smile that Kaidou is still wearing those glasses, and how adorable they make him look with their slightly oversized frames. Am I allowed to kiss him? Obviously not on the lips, but he was alright with everything else…Hm… He fumbles for his own glasses, pushing himself up in bed and leaving the question for later, wincing in pain.

 

Kaidou stares at him, rubbing his wrists.

 

“What’s up?” Kuboyasu asks, brows furrowing.

 

“Ah! N-nothing, just making sure you’re safe from Dark Reunion! They could’ve gotten you when you were asleep.” 

 

He frowns, not believing that for a second. “That wouldn’t happen, I have you to protect me, right?”

 

“True…I’ll protect you, Aren, don’t worry! Now come on, let’s eat!” He grabs Kuboyasu’s wrist, trying to pull him up, and the boy stands. There’s something off. He isn’t acting normal, something happened when I was asleep. He tries to figure out what’s wrong, but all he notices is that Kaidou seems more anxious than usual—who knows what that could mean, though: it’s Kaidou, after all, and he’s always pretty jumpy.

 

“Are you feelin’ better, or still sick?” he asks, heart dropping as Kaidou flinches when their hands brush. 

 

“I, uh…Yeah, I’m fine now, I think.” The boy doesn’t look at him, though.

 

Kuboyasu frowns, taking a step closer. “But are you okay? You’re acting weirder than usual, like, jumpier. Is something worrying you?”

 

Kaidou’s eyes go wide and he backs up, only to bump into a wall. There’s a dark blush on his cheeks as he yelps, “Nope!”

 

“I don’t believe you,” Kuboyasu replies, leaning closer. “Don’t tell me if you don’t wanna, but I know something’s up.” It takes all of his will to not push the boy against the wall and kiss him, so he takes a deep breath, staring down into Kaidou’s eyes.

 

His friend gazes back, unmoving, and Kuboyasu finds himself unconsciously moving forward until they’re nose to nose, tilting his head to the side and leaning in—Hands shove him backwards. “L-let’s go eat,” Kaidou mumbles, walking off without waiting for him. Kuboyasu stares after him, stung. He…rejected me? Rage boils in his gut but he forces it back down. 

 

“Okay,” he breathes to an empty room, heart hammering anxiously. He arrives in the kitchen to find Kaidou serving them two bowls of food. Should I apologize? Did he even realize what I was doing? I mean, surely he did, he pushed me away, but—

 

“I-I’m sorry for pushing you, but you’re right…About something being wrong, I mean.” He bites his lip and looks away. “I feel really bad about the whole thing with Chiyo, it was kind of messy, even though she wasn’t exactly mad, I don’t think, but…I don’t know, we weren’t even that close, and I don’t even think I like her, but it’s really messing with me…”

 

Huh? It affected him this much? “Would talking about it help?” Kuboyasu asks gently, concern etching his features.

 

Kaidou looks away, hiding the tears that are forming. “Y-yeah, probably, but I’m gonna cry,” he half whispers, half chokes out.

 

“I don’t care, Shun, you know I don’t.” 

 

“Okay…” He carries the bowls over, then pours two glasses of water and brings those over before taking a seat close to his friend, close enough that their thighs are touching. “But can we eat first?”

 

“Of course.” He eats quickly, suddenly realizing how hungry he is: dinner had slipped his mind last night, he’d been so caught up thinking about Kaidou.

 

Kaidou stares at him, expression a mix of awe and horror. “Damn, I’m not even halfway done!”

 

“I think I ate too fast,” Kuboyasu groans, hoping he doesn’t have a stomach ache later.

 

“Oh, really? You think?”

 

“Don’t be sassy with me!” Kuboyasu exclaims.

 

“Whatever.” Kaidou shoots him a smile, and the boy grins back, wrapping an arm around his friend’s waist. So he’s not angry over me almost kissing him, then…That’s good. I definitely need to stay cautious, though. When Kaidou is finished eating, he stands up, pushing Kuboyasu’s arm off. “Come on. I’ll tell you what happened.” 

 

Kuboyasu blinks, then nods, following him to put their dishes away in the sink. The house is empty but for Kaidou’s father, who is nowhere to be seen, so the two boys head to the living room. When Kaidou takes a seat on a sofa, Kuboyasu does the same, sitting next to him.

 

“Aren…” Kaidou gives him a nervous look. “I-it’s alright, you don’t have to be right here.”

 

His friend stares up at him, brows furrowing, then rises, finding the courage to kiss his forehead. Kaidou goes red, but Kuboyasu sits across from him, now, in a separate chair. “So…” he starts, trailing off. “What happened?”

 

Kaidou nibbles on his lip. “Well…We met up after school, a-and she said that she didn’t think I liked her. I didn’t wanna lie so I said I wasn’t sure, and then she said that it’s okay and she didn’t realize I was probably uncomfortable, b-but I wasn’t that uncomfortable, right?”

 

Kuboyasu frowns. “I mean, you would always tell me how hard it was ‘cause you didn’t actually like her.”

 

“True,” Kaidou sighs, deflating. “I just…I feel bad. We agreed we were still friends, and she said she liked someone else, too, but…I miss it, I guess. I want a girlfriend, I just wish we would get along better,” he says, sniffling and rubbing at his teary eyes. “L-like if you were a girl, Aren, it’d be perfect. You’re super nice and comfy to sleep with and we get along really well and I think you’re really pretty and I really like it when you k-kiss my cheek and stuff, but you can’t be my girlfriend.” He whimpers, staring at the ground.

 

Kuboyasu gapes at him, feeling his heart shatter. “Shun, I—” He cuts himself off, squeezing his eyes shut. He can’t say it, not now. It’s obvious Kaidou doesn’t feel the same way, he’s clearly ranting about wanting a girl friend, not a boyfriend, even though he did use Kuboyasu as an example. But it still makes Kuboyasu happy that Kaidou thinks of him that way, even if it’s not romantic. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles instead, keeping his head down.

 

Kaidou glances up, alarmed by his unexpected change in mood. “It’s not your fault!” he exclaims. “I-I didn’t mean it like that, I just wish that I had a girlfriend who was similar to you, y’know? You’re, like, really awesome.” He blushes, pulling his knees up to his chest.

 

“Thanks. And, yeah, I get that sorta,” Kuboyasu murmurs. “I’d want a boyfriend like you.” Somehow, Kaidou doesn’t notice what he’s implying, nodding slowly in agreement. Kuboyasu bites his lip then glances up, meeting his eyes, trying to ignore the tug of pain in his heart. “Let’s go do something fun, hm? Wanna work on ideas for that manga?”

 

Kaidou’s eyes widen with excitement. “Yes! Yes, come on! Let’s go to my room, I’ll show you some of my notes!” 

 

Just seeing him beaming makes Kuboyasu feel better, and he nods with his own small smile as Kaidou grabs his arm, pulling him away, the two of them running up the stairs together. As the boy fishes out a journal from under his bed, which was hidden so that “Dark Reunion can’t thwart our plans,” Kuboyasu can’t help but sigh in contentment. Really, it could be much better, but…this is perfect enough for him.

Chapter 15

Notes:

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The next day at school, Kuboyasu spots Teruhashi across the room, chatting with Aiura and Yumehara. He glances around, noting that Kaidou is speaking to Saiki and sighing: he’d wanted to be away from the boy to talk with Teruhashi, but the two other girls there are there, and chances are that they’ll attempt to eavesdrop—there’s no way they could find out about his crush on Kaidou, that’d be hell. Unfortunately, they notice him staring and wave him over. His brows furrow for a moment and he shoots a glance over at Kaidou, who’s still entertained with showing Saiki something on his phone, then heads over to the girls.

 

“What’s up, Kubonnu?” Aiura smiles at him, but thankfully doesn’t attempt to move closer as he pushes himself up onto a desk.

 

“Not much.” He glances at Teruhashi, hoping to convey with his eyes that he wants to speak to her, but she simply flutters her lashes prettily. Then his gaze finds Yumehara, who looks somewhat subdued. “Hey, Yumehara, Shun told me what happened. I just wanted to apologize, he really has no experience with that stuff.”

 

It was the wrong thing to say, apparently, because her eyes widen as she glances up at him. “Y-you—He told you what happened!?” she gasps, looking horrified.

 

He frowns. “Yeah? You two broke up and he feels really bad. Actually, he wanted me to talk to you about that, said he has trouble with emotional stuff and is really sorry.” 

 

“Oh,” she sighs, looking a little relieved. She smiles at him, then glances over at Kaidou, who’s now staring at them with confusion. “Should I go talk to him? He’s not angry, is he?”

 

“I don’t think so, he just seemed sad.” Remembering his friend’s tears, he bites the inside of his cheek. “He wants to be friends with you, but nothing more.”

 

“Yeah! Alright, I can do that!” She stands, determined, and grins at him. “Thank you, Kuboyasu-kun!”

 

He chuckles. “Of course.” He watches her skip over, then grins and winks at Kaidou as the boy stares at him. His friend’s eyes widen, a flush covering his cheeks, then with a glance at Yumehara, his expression softens and he smiles, mouthing a ‘thank you.’

 

“You two would be cute together,” Aiura remarks suddenly. “You and Kaidou, I mean.” 

 

He freezes, flushing pink. “What?”

 

“I know you like him. Terukoko does, too, and so do Chiyopipi and Chisapoyo, we figured it out yesterday. You’re not as subtle as you think.” She smirks a little.

 

His first thought is to deny it— he’s a good liar, years as a delinquent have taught him how to do it effectively, and the only one who can ever tell is Kaidou since he knows him so well—but does he really want to? Perhaps the girls could help him out. Aiura claims to be a fortune teller, Mera and Yumehara hear lots of gossip, and Teruhashi is, well, Teruhashi. Wait, shit, if Yumehara knows—

 

“Chiyo is sworn to secrecy,” Teruhashi adds suddenly, as if reading his thoughts. Teruhashi-san wouldn’t have told them, so they must’ve actually figured it out on their own. Shit, there’s no way I’m actually that obvious, is there? I try to be when I’m alone with Shun, but not at school! For fucks sake!

 

Kuboyasu lets out an exaggerated sigh, trying to maintain his composure though all he really wants to do is punch the nearest wall. “Am I really that obvious?” he finally asks, frowning. His voice shakes a little, though it doesn’t seem like they have anything against him because of this—Aiura did say him and Kaidou would be cute together.

 

“Yes,” all three of them chime in at once. 

 

He glances up, betrayed, and rubs a hand over his face, sighing.

 

“So you think men are hotter than me?” Aiura asks suddenly, crestfallen.

 

“Miko!” Teruhashi chides, though her eyes sparkle with amusement.

 

Kuboyasu glances at Aiura, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction. He leans forward and smirks, wanting to irritate her. “Yeah,” he says smugly, thinking of Kaidou. 

 

She gasps, putting an arm on her chest and feigning horror. “How dare you! Even that chipmunk?”

 

“Chipmunk?” he asks, brows furrowing.

 

“Kaidou,” she clarifies.

 

He grits his teeth, knowing how the boy dislikes being compared to small animals, although there’s definitely some truth to it. “Don’t call him that! And yes, he is.”

 

She sighs. “Whatever. I like girls better, anyway.” He looks confused, and she clarifies, “I’m bi.”

“Oh.” Perhaps, then, they could get along— it’s not like he knows anyone else that’s queer— though she may be a bit too much for him. “Hopefully Shun doesn’t feel that way,” he laughs dryly.

 

Aiura rolls her eyes. “No way. That boy’s gay.”

 

Kuboyasu chuckles, flushed a little, trying not to glance at Kaidou across the classroom. “That’s what I think, but he hasn’t hinted at anything…I’ve kissed him and shit, too, he doesn’t react oddly, just like he normally does around me, getting all flustered.”

 

“You’ve kissed him?” Teruhashi interjects, wide eyed.

 

“Uh, yeah? The night before last, he was sick and wanted me to come over, and we were sleeping together, except he’d taken his shirt off ‘cause he had a fever and was hot. He was so fucking adorable…Holy shit.” He pauses, lips curving a bit and thinking of the boy, shirt discarded somewhere on the floor, skin warm and soft to the touch. “I couldn’t sleep, but in the morning since I’d left he texted me and asked me to come back, but I was super sleep deprived. I wasn’t really aware of what was goin’ on and kissed him a few times, not on the lips, but still.” They’re all staring at him like he’s crazy. “What?”

 

“Dude. You slept together? ” Aiura gasps, interest gleaming in her eyes.

 

Kuboyasu feels his face heat up, realizing what he’s done. His heart nearly stops: he’s never had this issue before, being loose-lipped? If there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s keeping secrets! It must be because he was talking about Kaidou. He groans, hiding his face in his hands. “Fuck, I wasn’t supposed to say that, he’s gonna murder me…”

 

“Say what?” He whirls around, hearing Yumehara’s voice and fearing Kaidou would be nearby, only to sigh in relief when he sees the boy is once more talking to Saiki, still across the room.

 

“Nothi—”

 

“They sleep together! Oh my God, that is adorable !” Aiura clasps her hands together, grinning, and he crosses his arms, embarrassed and trying not to let it show.

 

“Oh! Are we talking about Kubokai? Shun won’t give anythi—”

 

“Kubo what !?”

 

‘'—ng away, by the way, though he said he does want to be friends with me.” Yumehara smiles, and Kuboyasu’s frown only deepens.

 

“I’m sorry, but what the hell is Kubokai?” he demands.

 

The girl beams at him. “It’s your ship name! I came up with it myself, is it good?”

 

“I-I suppose?” he replies confusedly, mind reeling.

 

“Do you prefer Kaidoyasu? It doesn’t roll off the tongue as easily, and it’s not as cute, so I prefer the other one, to be honest,” she babbles, and his anger builds quickly.

 

“I think I prefer to not have a bunch of girls discussing my love life,” he retorts, standing up. “Don’t fucking talk to me about this again.” Anger and disgust surges through him, a ship name? I don’t care if they can help me get with Shun, this is bad. I knew she was like this, but still… 

 

He sighs loudly, taking a seat at his desk and squeezing his eyes shut, burying his face in his arms. 

 

“You know she wasn’t trying to be mean. Chiyo doesn’t really… comprehend things, sometimes. She can go overboard easily.” Teruhashi sits next to him.

 

“Whatever. I don’t care. If this is what happens when I have a crush on someone, then maybe I should just ignore it. Shun clearly doesn’t like me back, I should just drop it,” he scowls. There’s something about her presence that is reassuring, though, and soothes his anger.

 

“You know as well as I do it’s not just a crush,” she says a little sternly. “It’s not that easy.”

 

He sighs again, deflating a little, knowing she called him out. “I know. It’s just so tempting sometimes…”

 

“Yeah. It is.”

 

Kuboyasu raises his head, looking at her with furrowed brows. “What do you mean?” It sounds as though she knows the feeling.

 

“I mean that I understand.” She glances around very nervously, making sure nobody’s around, then murmurs, “My friend, Imu? I—I might…have a crush on her…?” She smiles a little, as though she’s giddy at the thought of Rifuta, but still nervous and a little confused about her feelings.

 

His eyes widen with surprise. “Really?”

 

“Yeah, I-I really like her. It was you, actually, who helped me figure that out and accept myself…I saw how you talked about Kaidou-kun and realized it was very similar to how I feel about Imu… So thank you.” They meet eyes and Kuboyasu feels his heart warm at the knowledge that he helped someone.

 

“Uh, no problem.” Would it be giving her false hope to say that the girl, Rifuta, likely has a crush on her, too?

 

But Teruhashi smiles at him, a little bashful. “I think she likes me back, too.”

 

He blinks, surprised that she spoke what he was thinking, then grins. “That’s great! I’m happy for you."

 

“Thanks. I-I think I’m going to ask her out today, for dinner.” She’s blushing and smiling, and Kuboyasu can’t help the jealousy that surges when he sees her so happy. I could have this with Shun. I was supposed to ask him out today to the beach, but I don’t think I can, he definitely doesn’t like me back. 

 

“That sounds really nice,” he says, forcing a smile. 

 

“Yeah. And about Chiyo and Mikoto… They really support you two, but I know it probably makes you uncomfortable, so if you’d like me to talk to them, I can.”

 

He purses his lips. “Yes, please. I don’t really care, but if Shun found out, he’d be really uncomfortable…” He’s lying, of course—he does care—but he’s not about to admit that.

 

“Alright. Speaking of, I think someone wants you,” she replies, a knowing smile forming as she stands up, patting his shoulder. He blinks at the touch, then follows her gaze to find Kaidou staring at the two of them rather intensely. They meet eyes and the boy looks away, pretending to focus on his phone. Kuboyasu smiles to himself, standing up, and walks over, not missing how his friend keeps sneaking glances.

 

“Hey, Shun.”

 

Kaidou looks up and grins. “Aren!”

 

Kuboyasu leans forwards, resting his elbows on the desk. “What’s up?” he asks. 

 

“What were you talking to Teruhashi-san about? And the rest of the girls, you looked mad.” Kaidou appears concerned, and Kuboyasu feels his heart warm at the fact that his friend cares.

 

“Oh, nothin’ really. You know how they are, they can be irritating sometimes.”

 

“True.” The boy smiles, then, and also leans forward to rest his head on his arms, glancing up at Kuboyasu happily. “Thanks for telling Chiyo I wanted to talk to her.”

 

“‘Course, it was no problem.” He strokes his friend’s hair, gently twirling a strand around his finger and sighing. “Are you free this weekend?”

 

Kaidou rolls his eyes, laughing softly. “Aren, we hang out literally every day!”

 

Kuboyasu feels his ears heat up. “Yeah, and?” he demands defensively.

 

“ And yes, I am free this weekend.” He grins, sitting up as Kuboyasu walks around to the side of the desk so they’re closer. 

 

“That’s good. I was thinkin’ we could go for dessert after school, if you’d like, then I can take you shopping,” he says, remembering how Kaidou had wanted to while he was injured. 

 

The boy gasps. “Really!?” The sparkle in his eyes makes the offer worth it, even if Kuboyasu’s wallet will pay a hefty price.

 

“Yep. Then we can go to my place and binge those Disney movies, there were a few more you wanted to watch, right?” 

 

“Yeah!” Kaidou’s beaming up at him like he’s the best person in the world, now, and Kuboyasu doesn’t even bother to hide the blush dusting his cheeks as he leans down, using his hands to cover their faces and placing a quick kiss on the boy’s nose. He moves away, smiling giddily, while Kaidou gapes at him, beet red. “H-huh!?” he finally stammers, more flustered than Kuboyasu’s seen him in a while.

 

He chuckles. “You seemed to like it last night.” I couldn’t resist, perhaps the girl's encouragement has made me reckless. Whatever, nobody is watching.

 

“I-I did, ‘Ren, but at school? People are gonna think we’re—that we’re… dating !” He whispers the last word, as if he’s extremely embarrassed to even consider the idea. 

 

But that gives Kuboyasu hope, even if it also turns his cheeks red… He’s aware, then. “Chill, I didn’t let anyone see. Besides, you’re too cute, I had to.” He grins, then ruffles the boy’s hair.

 

Kaidou nods, his cheeks dusted pink, Kuboyasu notes. Then he smiles a little, looking at his shoes almost…giddily, Kuboyasu observes. “Okay, it’s fine, then…Hey, did you ever ask out that guy you like?”

 

Nevermind, he’s not aware. Damn, Shun, how dense can you be!? Resisting the urge to confess right then and there, he simply sighs. “Not yet. Maybe I will next week, I’m a bit nervous, to be honest.”

 

“Aw, come on, you got this! I want to know who it is!” Kaidou gazes at him eagerly, almost pleadingly.

 

Kuboyasu laughs, trying to ignore the heat growing in his cheeks, and looks away. “I don’t have any experience with this stuff, especially not with guys.”

 

“Aren, please just ask him! I’m sure he’ll say yes!” 

 

Kuboyasu chuckles, encouraged by his friend’s confidence. “What makes you so sure?” he asks, leaning a little closer, ignoring the pounding in his heart as he— very obviously— glances between the boy’s eyes and lips.

 

Kaidou’s eyes widen at his change in attitude. “I…You’re—you’re really nice!” he squeaks, squeezing his eyes shut, only to hide his face in his hands, beet red.

 

“Oh, yeah?” He hides a smile at the thought that Kaidou thinks he’s nice, that he thinks Kuboyasu can pull this ‘crush,’ which just so happens to be Kaidou himself. “No, Shun, c’mon.” He peels the boy’s hands away effortlessly, wondering whether Kaidou was actually trying to keep them there—judging by his expression and trembling wrists, he was. “Dude, do you really think he’d say yes? I don’t even know if he’s gay!”

 

Kaidou mumbles something, which, despite their proximity, Kuboyasu can’t make out.

 

“What was that?”

 

“I-I said…that you could probably turn someone g-gay, anyways…”

 

His brows shoot up, heart pounding. Just keep pushing. He’ll give in if he actually likes you. “I, uh…That’s not how it works, but thanks.”

 

Kaido’s eyes shoot open, and he glares up at Kuboyasu. “What do you mean ‘that’s not how it works’? Yes it is!”

 

“You aren’t even gay! How the hell are you supposed to know?” the boy retorts, anger bubbling at Kaidou’s apparent ignorance. That’s not how it works! Nobody ‘turned me gay,’ I’ve always been like this! Someone made me realize, sure, but nobody made me like this! Is he really this dumb? Kaidou’s lower lip is trembling as he stares at the ground, though, and Kuboyasu’s anger immediately begins fading. “Shun?” What’s wrong with him?

 

“It’s nothing!” He wipes his eyes, biting his lip, and turns away. “Don’t worry about me, I’m okay… You’re right, I-I’m straight, I’m sorry.” Kaidou’s thoughts are rapid and panicked. So I’ve been gay all along? Is that what he’s saying? It’s not his fault, it’s mine? Not that I blamed him, but…I’ve always been like this? No, maybe that’s not it! I don’t even like him like that, we’re just friends! I must have this whole ‘crush’ thing wrong!

 

Kuboyasu blinks at him, wishing he could know what he’s thinking, his own heart pounding as he ponders the idea. Is he… is he not straight? Is that what this is about? “Are you not…?” he asks hesitantly, brows furrowing.

 

Kaidou’s eyes widen.

 

“Shun—”

 

“I can’t do this right now. Please go,” the boy whispers. He won’t look at his friend.

 

Kuboyasu stares at him, a million questions in his mind, but he doesn't ask any. Leaning forward, he pulls Kaidou into a quick hug, knowing how hard something like this can be to accept and figuring the boy needs time. “Alright. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but…You can talk to me, ‘kay? About anything,” he murmurs into the boy’s hair before placing a gentle kiss, shielded by his hands. 

 

“Okay…Thank you, Aren.” He sniffles, then smiles a little, though it doesn’t meet his eyes.

 

“Of course. But don’t feel forced to,” he adds. “I don’t want you to tell me if you aren’t comfortable.”

 

Kaidou nods, pushing him away a little. “Can you go now, this is embarrassing, everyone’s staring…”

 

Kuboyasu glances around anxiously only to see that, in reality, nobody is staring, then chuckles. “Yeah, whatever. Bye.”

 

“Love you.”

 

Kuboyasu pauses, feeling Kaidou’s arms close around his waist. “Alright, now you’re being embarrassing.” He rolls his eyes despite the flutter in his heart and flush over his cheeks, a smile spreading over his lips. “Shun?”

 

“You have to say I love you back,” the boy mumbles, still hugging him. “Or else Dark Reunion’s gonna get you.”

 

“Oh. I love you, too, Shun, but you really didn’t have to threaten me,” he replies with a light laugh, eyes sparkling with amusement.

 

Kaidou leans away, smiling a little. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you!” He places a hand over his face, striking a pose, and Kuboyasu’s heart melts. 

 

He’s such a dork… He really is the cutest thing ever! It takes all he has in him to not lean in again, either to hug or kiss Kaidou, but he manages. A too big, flustered grin forms on his face. “Thanks, Jet Black Wings.”

 

Kaidou pushes his glasses up, closing his eyes as he smiles. “Bye!” 

 

“See ya,” Kuboyasu breathes, freezing up at his expression, cheeks painted crimson. I can’t do this anymore. I really can’t. As he’s walking back to his desk, fists clenched and trying to not betray his emotions in any way, someone tugs on his shirt.

 

“You are down so bad,” Aiura whispers, grinning darkly. 

 

He glares at her, though it lacks the strength it usually does. “Fuck off,” he mutters halfheartedly. He pushes her hand away, finding his way to his desk, only to push the heels of his hands into his eyes and groan. Even with the help of his friends, it’s going to be near impossible to subtly convey his emotions. He’s going to have to confess.

Chapter 16

Notes:

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At lunch, Kaidou disappears outside for a few minutes, only to reappear at the head of the table, grinning. “Dad just called, he said he wants to meet you guys, so you can come over tonight! He and Aren are making dinner!”

 

Sounds fun… “Wait a minute, I didn’t agree to—”

 

“Of course, Chibi! Sounds fun!” Nendou grins. 

 

Kaidou smiles at him before sitting down away from Nendou, pressing himself against Kuboyasu, who simply blinks. “Shun, I’m not making food.”

 

“Fine! But you have to come early, alright?” The boy beams at him, and Kuboyasu finds that he can’t say no.

 

“M’kay. Why?” 

 

Kaidou gestures for him to lean close, and cups his hands near his ear, whispering, “I need help preparing the battle against the Dark Reunion.”

 

Kuboyasu snorts, eyes sparkling. “Alright. It’s not because you miss me?” he asks, smirking. 

 

Kaidou blushes, exclaiming, “Hey! Jerk!” He punches Kuboyasu, then recoils, staring at his bandaged hand. “Ow!”

 

A thin smile forms on Kuboyasu’s lips. “Idiot.”

 

Kaidou meets his eyes and smiles almost shyly, and Kuboyasu feels his heart skip a beat, but he tries to ignore the giddiness flooding through him, attempting to change the subject, though he’s grinning like an idiot regardless. “Hey, are you inviting Hairo, too?”

 

At Hairo’s name, Nendou looks up.

 

Kaidou nods. “Yeah. And the girls, I think—they’ll have fun, and I want to get to know Chiyo better.”

 

“Alright. You gonna go ask them now?”

 

“Mhm. Come on, Aiura scares me a little. Hey, Saiki, you’ll be there, too, right?” he adds, glancing at the other boy.

 

Saiki shakes his head, and Kaidou immediately goes puppy dog mode.

 

“ Please ! Pap—Dad said he bought a cake! I can ask him to get coffee jelly, too, just for you!” he pleads. 

 

“Good grief. Fine.” He doesn’t look up from his food, simply ignoring the others.

 

Kaidou grins, standing and grabbing Kuboyasu’s arm. “Great, we’ll see you there! C’mon, Aren, let’s go ask the girls!”

 

“Alright, alright, I’m comin’.” He can’t tell whether he’s excited or not, because he’s going to have to hang out with Kaidou and his dad around all their other friends. The problem is, he acts very differently around them than he does with everyone else, though hopefully his dad won’t say anything that makes the others suspicious.

 

Kaidou’s arm linked in his own, though, is reassuring. The boy himself simply radiates comfort, in Kuboyasu’s opinion, and his presence makes it a lot easier to deal with Aiura’s smirk and narrowed eyes as she makes a point to stare at their intertwined arms. Kaidou, apparently, doesn’t even realize, since by now he would’ve gotten embarrassed over it, especially in front of people—he just excitedly asks if the girls are available tonight, grinning.

 

“Ooh, of course!” Yumehara beams at him, only to glance up at Kuboyasu, smile dropping. She still likes him. Whatever, at least she’s alright with us. 

 

“What’s wrong?” Kaidou asks, following her gaze to look at his friend.

 

Kuboyasu blinks at him as Yumehara replies quietly, “Nothing, don’t worry…”

 

Kaidou frowns, but doesn’t ask anything further. “Are the rest of you available, too?” he asks, returning his eyes to Teruhashi, Aiura, and Mera.

 

They glance at each other, smiling secretively. “Of course,” Aiura agrees, glancing at Yumehara.

 

“Can I invite someone?” Teruhashi asks.

 

“Oh, sure. Who is it?” 

 

She glances up at Kuboyasu, biting her lip. It’s that girl, isn’t it? he thinks. “Imu Rifuta.” Yep.

 

Kaidou’s eyes widen. “She’s that cute freshman!” he exclaims, a light blush dusting his cheeks. 

 

“Well, yes.” Teruhashi smiles, blushing a bit, too, though it just serves to make her look more beautiful instead of flustered.

 

“O-of course! It’ll be at my house around six!”

 

“Great!” The girl beams brightly, and Kuboyasu can feel Kaidou’s grip on his arm tighten, internally groaning as his friend’s cheeks turn a dark red, his body shaking a little.

 

“Thanks. We’ll see you there,” Kuboyasu supplies, figuring his friend wouldn’t be able to speak. Kaidou nods blankly, allowing himself to be dragged off. “You good?” He tries to keep the bitterness out of his voice, the anger that Kaidou could get this flustered by someone who’s not him.

 

Kaidou takes a deep breath, and gradually the color begins fading from his cheeks. “Y-yeah. She’s just—she’s really pretty.”

 

“Yeah, whatever,” Kuboyasu mutters. “C’mon,” he says a little louder, unwrapping his arm from Kaidou’s, somewhat upset. I wish I was a pretty girl, then maybe he’d like me. What we have is fine, though, even if I want more, I guess… 

 

“Aren, can we walk home together? Alone?” Kaidou asks suddenly, glancing up at him.

 

Is he blushing? “Uh, I wanna go to my house for a bit.” 

 

“Can I come with you?”

 

Kuboyasu frowns. “I guess. I don’t know why you’d want to, though.”

 

“Because I like—I-I mean, I need to watch out for Dark Reunion! They’ve been growing stronger, hence the battle preparation, and I, uh, I worry about you!”

 

Smiling a little, Kuboyasu replies, “Aw, that’s sweet. Thanks, Shun.” 

 

“Of course. Then we’ll meet up after school? Away from Nendou, right?”

 

Kuboyasu nods, amused. “Yep.”

 

“Great!” Kaidou grins. “Let’s finish eating, I’m so excited!” he exclaims, practically quivering with excitement.

 

“I can tell,” Kuboyasu chuckles. “It’s adorable, love.”

 

Kaidou’s eyes widen, cheeks growing red as Kuboyasu guides him back to their lunch table, satisfied with having flustered the boy despite his flush not being quite as dark as when Teruhashi smiled. 

 

Ah, whatever. I enjoy calling him these things, though I hope he’s alright with them… I'll have to clarify later, I suppose. His heart flutters as his knee brushes Kaidou’s while they’re sitting down, only to speed up even more as the boy scoots closer so their legs are touching. I shouldn’t get flustered over these things, but it’s just really nice, that’s all. But I wish we could have more together. Oh, well.

As they’d decided earlier, once school ends, Kaidou and Kuboyasu meet up alone and begin the walk to Kuboyasu’s house. Kaidou smiles at his shoes as they walk, much closer than they would’ve a week ago, his heart pounding. Can I do it? There’s nobody around to see us. Plus, I’m sure he’d be okay with it, and I really want to… His eyes dart over to his friend’s hand, swinging at his side, and he takes a deep breath, swallowing nervously. 

 

He reaches his own hand out, slowly, there’s an inch between their hands and—Kuboyasu wraps his arm around Kaidou’s shoulders, pulling him closer and humming quietly. Kaidou blinks, mind blanking for a moment as he stands stiffly, only to lean into his friend's arm, grateful for the comfort. Neither of them speak, though, and despite how nice it feels to have Kuboyasu’s arm around him, Kaidou wishes he’d gotten over his nerves and taken his hand instead.

 

“You excited?” Kuboyasu asks a few moments later, glancing down at him.

 

Kaidou laughs quietly. “I’m a little nervous, actually…I don’t want them to meet my mom.”

 

“Ah, yeah, that’s understandable…Your dad will make up for it, though, I’m sure." Kuboyasu grins at him, then plants a kiss on his hair. 

 

Kaidou feels his heart speed up as he leans his head against his arm. There’s an odd fluttery feeling in his stomach, but he ignores it. “Uh, yeah, hopefully,” he says shakily.

 

Kuboyasu only chuckles, holding his friend tight as they continue walking. 

 

Eventually, they arrive at his house where he unlocks the door. “My parents are here, but they won’t bother us,” he says, leading Kaidou over to his bedroom. “Gimme a second, though, I’m gonna change.” He grabs clothes, leaving Kaidou to flop down on his bed.

 

The boy’s mind is still reeling from lunch, and what Kuboyasu had said. Someone doesn’t turn you gay… He didn’t turn me gay or whatever, I’ve always been this way? Is that what he meant? But there’s no way! I haven’t always been gay, I’ve never liked boys before! Aren made me, not that I’m that mad at him for it, I just wasn’t like this before… Ah, this is so confusing! Curse you, Dark Reunion! Because, of course, Dark Reunion is at fault for this newfound sexuality crisis—there could be no other cause.

 

Feeling slightly better now that he’s had a chance to think it out, and now that, of course, he’s found a scapegoat for his problems, Kaidou sighs, shifting to grab a pillow and looking around the room: Kuboaysu’s room. It’s messy and scary, if he’s honest, but his bed is comfortable, and the room isn’t quite as cold as Kaidou’s own usually is. Plus, the pillow smells like his friend, something he hasn’t noticed up until now. I wonder if his hair smells nice…Wait! Shut up, Shun!

 

His heart drops. These feelings, these thoughts…The blush that dusts his cheeks simply by being in his friend’s presence. Life would be so much simpler without them. He finds himself curling up around the pillow, pulling the blanket over himself, wanting the ground to swallow him whole. I’m a terrible person. He’s my best friend, I shouldn’t be feeling this way! And now I have to be alone with him again! He’s not upset, of course—being alone with Kuboyasu is always enjoyable—he is simply anxious.

 

“Shun? Hey, what’s up?” 

 

Kaidou raises his head to see his friend standing in the doorway. “Oh, uh, hi.” He’s wearing a baggy tank top again, and the smaller boy has to drag his eyes away, squeezing them shut to avoid staring at his arms. He swears Kuboyasu never used to wear these sorts of clothes that expose his body—even in summer, it’s rare for him to wear a t-shirt or shorts. Plus, it’s a relatively cold spring, so it’s odd that he’d wear such cold clothes, but Kaidou does appreciate being able to see this.

 

“You alright?” Kuboyasu closes the door, walking over to stand at the side of the bed, crouching down and running a hand through Kaidou’s hair, concerned.

 

“Yeah. Can we rest for a bit?” He’d purposely said ‘we,’ hoping Kuboyasu gets the hint.

 

The boy’s lips curve a little. “You want cuddles?” 

 

Kaidou’s cheeks heat up. “Y-yeah,” he admits, trying to hide the smile creeping over his own lips.

 

“Alright. C’mere, Shun.” 

 

The way he says Kaidou’s first name, the warmth in his tone, makes the boy’s heart flutter. As Kuboyasu climbs onto the bed next to him, opening his arms, Kaidou presses himself close, resting his head against his chest. The other boy kisses his nose, then his cheek, and wraps an arm around him. 

 

“Just a few minutes, though, ‘kay?”

 

“Mhm,” Kaidou hums, smiling openly now, face hidden in his chest, curled up practically on top of him. Wow, his muscles…Oh, wow, I’m so lucky to have this, but imagine cuddling shirtless! That’d be heaven…I wonder if he’d let me look at his scars?

 

“Shun,” he hears Kuboyasu whisper. “I love you, baby,” the boy breathes. 

 

Kaidou’s grin wavers, heart speeding up, yet he only melts further into Kuboyasu’s arms. He…called me baby? That’s for couples, though…or parents… His breathing speeds up as his friend begins stroking his hair. He must admit, though, that it feels good to be coddled like this.

 

“Are you alright with that? Uh, me calling you that, I mean?” Kuboyasu asks quietly, running his fingers through the boy’s thick, messy curls.

 

Kaidou swallows nervously. He can definitely get used to it…If he’s honest, it already feels like he and Kuboyasu are in a relationship. They cuddle, kiss—at least, Kuboyasu kisses him—and now this? Pet names? “I—y-yeah.”

 

“M’kay, good…” 

 

Should Kaidou kiss him back? Kuboyasu always kisses him, but he’s never done it back—what if the boy thinks he doesn't like him as much because he doesn't reciprocate the affection? I wish I could kiss him on the lips, though, that’d be much better. Wait… They’re really close, definitely closer than platonic friends usually are… Is there a way I could kiss him on the lips? Kaidou tries to ignore the way his heart pounds, how his breaths are just growing shallower and shallower at the thought, a deep blush spreading over his cheeks. This is so embarrassing, but…

 

He bites his lip, shifting a little, smiling to himself as Kuboyasu also readjusts, hugging his waist gently and pressing a couple soft kisses to his hair. Oh, but I can’t even hold his hand! How can I kiss him!? Due to the ‘unique’ terms of their relationship, they’re definitely more than friends, but it’s not romantic as there’s no way Kuboyasu likes him back. Aren…I’m thinking about kissing Aren on the mouth, and I’m okay with it! he thinks angrily. Would he be okay with it, though? Surely the only way to find out is by asking, right?

 

Kaidou nuzzles the boy’s bare shoulder, sighing. His friend chuckles softly, but doesn’t speak. Aren’s okay with basically everything, he literally started this whole thing, so maybe…? He doesn’t want to weird Kuboyasu out, though. That would be terrible! But he’s gay, too, and I’m pretty sure he’s said he’s never kissed a guy before, so I could use that as an excuse, maybe? He feels about seventy percent confident that Kuboyasu would go along with it, but that thirty percent…What if he’s grossed out and realizes Kaidou’s feelings? What if they stop being friends? 

 

No more what if’s! It’s Aren, he wouldn’t do that! Plus, he’s not homophobic, obviously. I should just ask, I’ll never know until I do! Kaidou decides, determined. He tries to speak, only to find his throat is dry, so he clears it. 

 

Kuboyasu raises his head a bit, lazily. “Shun?”

 

“I need to ask you something!” Kaidou demands, hating the way his voice cracks.

 

“Uh, sure?” it comes out as a question. His brows are furrowed with confusion, yet he doesn’t ask any questions. 

 

Kaidou raises his head, resting his chin on Kuboyasu’s chest and gazing up at him, only to look away a second later, embarrassed by the intensity of his friend’s gaze. He can feel the muscles firm underneath him and shifts a little.

 

“Go on,” Kuboyasu pushes, eyes dark with concern.

 

Kaidou can’t help it, he looks up to meet his eyes, only for his gaze to drift down. His lips…There’s no way I can just ask! He tears his eyes back up, meeting Kuboyasu’s stare. “I-I want to—to…Um, can you k-kiss me…?” he asks in a small voice, unable to finish the request.

 

“Yeah?” Kuboyasu only looks more confused, but then he presses a quick kiss to Kaidou’s nose.

 

Kaidou flushes and hesitates, knowing he should finish his thought as his eyes dart away once more.

 

“You want more?” the boy prompts, smiling a little bit. 

 

I shouldn’t. I can’t. This is going to ruin me… Kaidou nods shyly, acutely aware of their closeness.

 

His friend’s face lights up. “I thought you’d never ask,” he chuckles, cupping the boy’s face in his hands, peppering him with kisses. Kaidou’s smile grows, and he can’t help the giggles that escape him.

 

“S-stop, that tickles!” he squeaks, breathless as his friend presses soft kisses to his eyelids.

 

Kuboyasu just laughs and begins tickling his sides.

 

“A-Aren! Aren! Stoppp!” Finally, Kaidou shoves him away, laughing uncontrollably. His friend smiles back warmly, pushing his glasses up on his nose. Kaidou pauses for a moment, this is the perfect time to ask, especially after that. “But I wanted to ask you something else.” He’s still smiling a little.

 

Kuboyasu brushes a strand of hair away from Kaidou’s face, leaning close. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?” he breathes, grinning, only to kiss his nose again.

 

It’s now or never. But glancing up at Kuboyasu’s smile, Kaidou feels his throat tighten up. The panic sets in and he freezes, staring agape at his friend.

 

“Shun…?” Kuboyasu looks concerned now. “What’s wrong, love?”

 

The name makes Kaidou’s heart speed up even more, and now he’s sure he can’t ask. He swallows nervously, feeling a lump begin to form in his throat. “N-nevermind… It’s nothing.”

 

“Are you sure? You’re crying…” 

 

Sure enough, a tear is streaking down his cheek; quickly, he wipes it away with the back of his hand.

 

“I can’t tell you,” Kaidou whispers, looking away, refusing to allow any more tears to fall. Why do I get so emotional around him? Is it because I’m so comfortable and I trust him? Actually, that makes sense…  

 

He feels Kuboyasu’s grip around his body tighten almost protectively. “Okay. Just lay with me for a minute, alright? Then we’ll ride over to your place.”

 

“Alright.” Kaidou shifts a little, getting comfortable, and wraps his arms around the boy, hugging him back gently. “Thank you for always being so nice,” he murmurs after a few minutes, resting his head back on Kuboyasu’s chest. “And understanding. And just amazing in general.” He can feel his friend’s heartbeat under his head, slow and soothing.

 

Kuboyasu kisses his hair. “‘Course, Shun. I love you, more than anyone else.”

 

Kaidou feels his own heartbeat speed up, and he knows Kuboyasu can feel it, too.

 

“You’re very cute, y’know. Beautiful, really,” his friend says softly, stroking Kaidou’s hair. “I’d do anything for you.”

 

The boy’s heart hammers in his chest, cheeks heating up. Does he mean that?

 

“Am I makin’ you nervous?” Kuboyasu asks, smirking a bit, obviously able to feel his friend’s heartbeat.

 

Kaidou buries his face in his chest, smiling. “S-stop! You’re really embarrassing!” 

 

Kuboyasu chuckles. “And hiding in my shirt isn’t?”

 

The smaller boy huffs. “Y-your muscles are comfy…” he mumbles.

 

“Are they?” Kuboyasu quirks an eyebrow, obviously enjoying this.

 

“Very,” Kaidou replies quietly.

 

“Good. I’m glad you’re comfy, baby,” Kuboyasu replies warmly, kissing his head.

 

Kaidou feels his cheeks heat up. Baby… Why does it feel so good to be coddled like this? He’s the Jet Black Wings, he shouldn’t enjoy this so much! Oh, but Aren’s so warm and loving, plus his muscles are comfy… It’s okay, I think, as long as it’s him. He won’t judge me— he never has. At that thought, the boy smiles, snuggling closer. Aren’s the best.

The motorcycle ride over to Kaidou’s house is quick and uneventful, but for Kaidou’s arms squeezing Kuboyasu surprisingly tightly despite his lack of strength. It makes the boy’s ribs ache more than they have been—the pain had lessened somewhat, and he’d just gotten used to it, but now with Kaidou’s grip and the fact that he hasn’t taken any painkillers since this morning, it’s back at full force.

 

When he finally pulls over in his friend’s garage— which had thankfully been opened earlier since Kaidou called his dad—there’s tears building in his eyes. He’d been expecting the pain to lessen as Kaidou’s grip loosens, but it doesn’t. 

 

“Aren? Are you coming?” His friend steps off the bike, brows furrowed, and Kuboyasu nods, biting back a groan of pain as he moves. It must’ve shown on his face, though, because Kaidou asks, “Are you okay?”

 

Kuboyasu simply shakes his head, gingerly touching his ribs with a sigh. “Yeah. My ribs hurt a bit, but I’ll be fine.”

 

His friend stares with wide, concerned eyes. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be in pain, we have medicine.”

 

“That’d be nice, thank you.” He smiles weakly, only for Kaidou to laugh.

 

“You’re so formal sometimes.” Still, his friend unlocks the door and leads him inside.

 

Kuboyasu just stares, slightly confused, but follows him up to his room, trying and failing to ignore the pain of going up the stairs, eyelashes growing wet. How have I gotten so weak? He knows that’s not right, he shouldn’t be thinking that way about himself, but frankly, he doesn’t care.

 

“Lie down. I’ll get you ice and some medicine, you really need to take care of yourself,” Kaidou says, frowning at him. 

 

“I have been!” he protests, but his friend just rolls his eyes. 

 

“I doubt it.” 

 

Surprise courses through Kuboyasu, and he opens his mouth to argue, but Kaidou’s already gone. I do take care of myself, right? Sure, I didn’t skip out on P.E. or anything, but… He frowns, realizing the boy is right. He really does need to work on that.

 

Eventually, Kaidou returns holding a pill bottle, a roll of bandages, and two ice packs. Kuboyasu blinks at him, surprised by how much he seems to care about this. Kaidou sets the stuff down with a little huff and also takes a seat, finally meeting his friend’s eyes. He looks angry.

 

“Shun…?” Kuboyasu asks hesitantly, growing a little nervous.

 

Kaidou only shakes his head, sighing. “You need to take care of yourself. Why didn’t you tell me you were in pain?”

 

“I know how to deal with it. I’m fine, I promise, I’ve dealt with worse.” He’s growing slightly annoyed now.

 

The boy sighs again. “I know.” He scoots a little closer, and Kuboyasu’s heart begins pounding, only for Kaidou to touch his eyebrow gently, where the now-healing cut is, and meet his gaze. “But, Aren, I worry about you…I know you have experience or whatever, but I don’t like it when you’re hurt.”

 

Kuboyasu’s eyes widen as the boy leans in a bit so they’re nose to nose. He swears he sees Kaidou’s eyes flick over his face, pausing on his lips, but half a second later they’re staring each other in the eyes again. “Uh…S-sorry,” he chokes out, the  words getting stuck. He clears his throat nervously, expecting his friend to move away, but he doesn’t.

 

Instead, Kaidou pushes himself up onto his knees, and Kuboyasu’s heart skips a beat as he feels warm lips touch his brow. A moment later, before Kuboyasu has even processed it, his friend is in his lap, small arms hugging him as tightly as ever and face hidden in his shoulder. “Idiot,” he mumbles, audibly smiling.

 

Kuboyasu doesn’t react for a few seconds, processing what just happened. Hesitantly, he brings a hand up to ruffle his friend’s hair, and Kaidou visibly melts, giving him more confidence. “You’re the idiot,” he chuckles, cheeks burning as he tries to keep calm. Shun kissed me. I have a chance, holy shit!

 

Kaidou raises his head, looking upset and blushing furiously. “That was stressful!” he whines, yet the ghost of a smile is visible. “Don’t make fun of me, jerk!”

 

“Fine. But you kinda deserved it,” Kuboyasu replies, smiling.

 

“Did not.” Kaidou’s grinning now, too.

 

“Yeah, you did, you called me an idiot first!” 

 

“That’s because you are! Aren, you’re literally the biggest idiot I know!”

 

Kuboyasu gasps, feigning offense. “Even bigger than Nendou!?”

 

Kaidou quirks a small smile. “Yep! So you don’t even compare to the great Jet Black Wings! You’re far more of an idiot than me!”

 

“Oh, yeah?”

 

“Yeah!”

 

Kuboyasu rolls his eyes. “Bet you won’t kiss me again, then,” he says slyly. This conversation is so petty, so useless, yet he loves it.

 

Kaidou gapes. “What? W-what does that have to do with anything!”

 

“That started this whole thing! Now prove you aren’t an idiot, Jet Black Wings.” He turns his head a bit so his cheek is facing Kaidou while he stares.

 

Miraculously, the boy doesnt give in. “Fine! But you have to do it, too!”

 

“Yeah, sure, I’ll kiss you.” Kuboyasu smiles, genuinely this time, and ruffles his friend’s hair.

 

“Ugh, idiot! Curse you a thousand times over!” Kaidou then leans forward, quickly kissing the boy’s cheek. Then, a moment later, leaning away, he stares up at Kuboyasu almost challengingly, though his blush gives away the tough facade. “Your turn.”

 

“Someone’s impatient,” he laughs, grabbing Kaidou’s face before pressing his lips to his nose. 

 

The boy stares up at him, pouting. “Jerk!”

 

Kuboyasu simply smiles, ruffling the boy’s hair once more. “Have I told you you need better insults, yet?”

 

Kaidou rolls his eyes, scoffing. “You might’ve,” he says sarcastically before leaning away to grab the bottle of pills and changing the subject. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten these. Do you need water?”

 

“Nah, I’m fine.” Accepting two pills, Kuboyasu swallows the pills dry. 

 

“Okay, lie down.” Kaidou props up a pillow and Kuboyasu relaxes onto it, sucking in a sharp breath.

 

“Shit, can I have that ice now?”

 

“Yeah, here.” Kaidou passes it to him, and he places it on his ribs, over his shirt. “Are they bruised? Like, your ribs?”

 

“Yep.” He pops the ‘p’, adding, “Feels like hell.”

 

Kaidou bites his lip, worry only growing. “Okay…I want to help, but I don’t want to hurt you by accident…”

 

“No, no, Shun! It’s fine, really.” Kaidou still looks doubtful though, and he hesitates. It feels good to be cared about, but I can’t really say that, it’s embarrassing! Even if it’s just Shun… Besides, is it selfish that he especially wants this to feel Kaidou’s fingers on his skin? “I’m glad you’re helping,” he says instead.

 

“Alright…” The boy then picks up a second, much smaller ice pack, wrapped in a cloth, and hands it to him. “For your eye. It’s not as swollen, so that’s good, right?”

 

Kuboyasu sighs. “Yeah, I guess. Thanks.” 

 

“No problem.” Kaidou then also lies down next to him, gently taking his hand. Huh!? Kuboyasu’s breath hitches, but he doesn’t say anything as the boy snuggles into his shoulder. Shun… He’s getting braver, more comfortable! That’s good! They sit like that for a few minutes, not speaking and smiling like idiots.

 

As they do, Kuboyasu’s eyes scan the room, mind wandering, only to catch on a piece of paper hanging over Kaidou’s desk, taped to the wall. Is that… He narrows his eyes, squinting a little, then his eyes widen. Sure enough, taped to the wall over Kaidou’s desk is his drawing from the other day, when he’d been sketching in the morning before Kaidou woke up— the morning after their fight, when they’d first slept together. 

 

Was that really a week ago? Damn, so much has changed… Over the course of only a week, their relationship has gone from best friends who rarely touch to whatever the hell this is. He glances over his shoulder at Kaidou, whose eyes are closed now, though it’s doubtful that he’s asleep. Then he looks at their intertwined hands, feeling the almost fuzzy bandages along with Kaidou’s surprisingly soft skin.

 

A warm, giddy smile begins to form, and he gently squeezes the boy’s hand, watching as he opens those pretty ruby eyes, meeting Kuboyasu’s own, cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah?” Kaidou’s eyes quickly flit down to their hands, widening slightly as if he can’t believe it, before he looks up again.

 

“Um.” Kuboyasu stares at him, lost for a moment.

 

His friend’s brows furrow. “Aren? What’s wrong?” 

 

Kaidou’s voice pulls him out of a trance, and he blinks. “O-oh. Uh, nothing, sorry. You’re just…really pretty.”

 

Eyes widening, Kaidou’s cheeks heat up. “Stop it!” he whines suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut again. “No, you’re pretty! Really pretty, like, Teruhashi level pretty! A-and I’m always worried to say stuff, but it’s true! I should be worrying about Dark Reunion, not this!” He hides his face in Kuboyasu’s arm, wrapping his own arms around it, squeezing tightly. “So stop! You’re literally perfect!”

 

Kuboyasu stares at him, confused and incredibly flustered, until he feels wetness on his arm. Is he crying again? Slowly, he strokes the boy’s hair with his other hand, readjusting a little and biting back the pain as he pulls Kaidou onto him. “Shun…?”

 

The boy lets out a sob, moving to hug Kuboyasu instead of his arm, face pressed into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, sniffling and swallowing a knot in his throat. “I always cry with you.”

 

“No, no, it’s alright…” Kuboyasu strokes his hair slowly, arms wrapped around him now. “Please don’t worry about it, love. What’s wrong?”

 

Kaidou stiffens at the name for a moment before relaxing again, looking away. “Everything…I’m so confused…” he whispers hopelessly.

 

“About what?” Kuboyasu asks as gently as possible, brows furrowing with concern.

 

“I don’t know…” 

 

Kuboyasu frowns, knowing that’s a lie. “Can I help in any way?” 

 

The boy sighs, shaking his head somewhat as more tears build. “N-no, I don’t think so…”

 

“Alright. Just let me know if I can, ‘kay? Or if you need someone to talk to.”

 

“Yeah, I will.” He presses himself closer before raising his head, only to lean in and press a kiss to Kuboyasu’s cheek bashfully, blushing a bit.

 

Gently, Kuboyasu kisses his nose, one hand on his cheek, the other cradling the back of his head.

 

“Aren,” Kaidou breathes, gazing at him. It seems like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t, eyes not leaving his friend’s face, lashes fluttering as he blinks.

 

Seeing Kaidou like this, cheeks pink and smiling, is definitely intoxicating. Kuboyasu grins back, heart pounding from the way his friend said his name. “Shun,” he replies. “My love.”

 

The boy’s cheeks grow hot under Kuboyasu’s hands, and he looks away, his smile larger than before. “Heh… Idiot.” He’s still giddily smiling, though, and Kuboyasu rolls his eyes.

 

“I’m not an idiot,” he retorts, though his tone is light. 

 

Kaidou huffs as his friend squishes his cheeks. “S-stop, ‘Ren!” he giggles.

 

“Nope! Not until you apologize for calling me an idiot!” The boy grins as Kaidou flails, Kuboyasu easily flipping him over to roll on top and hold him still, forgetting the ice packs on his ribs.

 

“Ah! That’s cold !” Kaidou yelps, grabbing it and pressing it against Kuboyasu’s face, laughing. 

 

“ Shun !”

 

“G-give me my f-face back, you idiot!” Kaidou yells.

 

Kuboyasu leans down to his nose. “You did it again, now you gotta apologize twice!” 

 

A dark blush dusts Kaidou’s cheeks. “F-fine, I’m sorry!”

 

“Again!” He smiles smugly, Kaidou laughing uncontrollably.

 

“I-I’m sorry, Aren, take the ice pack off, it’s so c-cold!” he whines, stumbling over giggles. Kuboyasu removes the ice pack and his hands from Kaidou’s face, and the boy sighs, still laughing a little. “That was mean.” He pouts, and Kuboyasu kisses his cheek, face pressed against his chest.

 

“Nah.”

 

“If I unsealed my powers, you’d have been turned to ashes long ago! You’re lucky I let you off easy, being mean is not acceptable to the Jet Black Wings!”

 

Kuboyasu feigns horror. “Ashes!?”

 

“Yeah! Now get off me or I’ll have no choice but to do it!” Almost threateningly, he begins unwrapping one of his bandages, and Kuboyasu knows he has to play along.

 

“Fine.” He rolls off, only for Kaidou to sit on top of him, beaming.

 

“Hah! I got you!”

Gritting his teeth—Kaidou must’ve forgotten about his ribs—he pulls the boy down onto him gently. “Yeah, yeah. Fine, Shun. ” Kaidou relaxes in his arms, and Kuboyasu readjusts, now mostly pain-free. His heart rate has slowed, now—despite Kaidou’s presence, it is Kaidou, and there’s nobody else he feels this safe and comfortable with. He closes his eyes for a moment, his friend held close in his arms, and smiles.

Chapter 17

Notes:

hey, just wanted to apologize for being inactive so long ik i said this would be up like months ago but i've had a LOT of personal stuff going on and just haven't had time or motivation. i just feel bad for not posting the end of this since it is finished, so i'm posting the rest of it rn—this chapters like 15k words and the next will be whatever's left

frankly, i've lost all interest in saiki k so anything i've said i'm planning on writing will not end up happening, sorry. this fic is like the culmination of a year's work regardless, though, so it does mean a lot to me; that said, i haven't read any of it in like 3 months so grammar and plot may be a bit wonky, as i hardly even remember what i wrote lol. regardless, enjoy :)

Kuboyasu smiles, shifting a little as his eyes explore the room further. There's a few more papers decorating the walls, which he also recognizes as his own sketches. Squinting slightly, his eyes drift over to one that he remembers making of a character in one of Kaidou’s stories. That means a lot… I didn’t know he kept them, how had I never noticed this? He’s so sweet… “Shun,” he breathes, a grin warming his lips. “I fucking love you…”

 

Kaidou raises his head, eyes wide and blushing. He stutters something incoherent, then presses his face back into the crook of Kuboyasu’s neck, heat radiating from his skin. Kuboyasu chuckles a little, gently scratching the fluffy blue hair.

 

“I didn’t know you kept the drawings,” he says softly, warmth lacing his tone.

 

“Yeah, well… They make me happy,” Kaidou replies, his smile almost audible as he squirms a little. “And you make them for me, so why wouldn’t I keep them?”

 

Kuboyasu shrugs. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess I expected you’d keep them, but I never realized you hung them up until now.”

 

Kaidou laughs. “Of course I do, where else would I put them? I like this because whenever I see them I’m reminded of you.” Now, he looks up, cheek resting on Kuboyasu’s chest with a warm grin. The boy’s heart hammers, and he runs his hand through Kaidou’s hair, smiling back sheepishly. Not a few seconds later, his heart skips a beat as he feels thin, bandaged fingers intertwine with his own. Kaidou’s blush is deeper than before as he squeezes Kuboyasu’s hand gently, staring up at him.

 

Leaning down, Kuboyasu kisses his cheek, lips lingering for a few moments. When he moves away, Kaidou looks even happier than before, his expression one that only appears when he’s talking about something he truly loves, such as being the Jet Black Wings. Of course, Kuboyasu doesn’t realize this, just adjusting his position to lean into Kaidou even more, wrapping his free arm around him.

 

The boy’s body feels smaller than usual, somehow, though perhaps it's due to how close he’s pressed against Kuboyasu, curled up against his torso, their intertwined hands near his face on the other’s chest. He just stares at them, brows furrowed slightly and lips pursed.

 

“What’s up?” Kuboyasu asks, recognizing his thoughtful expression.

 

Kaidou’s eyes dart over to him, and he smiles a bit. “Nothing.”

 

“‘Kay?” he chuckles, brows furrowing and returning a confused smile. “You looked like you were thinking about something.”

 

“Oh, just…” Kaidou averts his eyes for a quick moment before they return to Kuboyasu’s. “Can I take my bandages off? My hand’s getting kinda sweaty,” he says sheepishly.

 

Kuboyasu snorts. “Gonna make me hold your sweaty hand, huh?” he jokes, regretting it a second later as Kaidou’s expression turns to horror. “I’m kiddin’! Of course you can, you know I don’t care.”

 

The boy relaxes somewhat, although not all the way. “Sorry,” he apologizes, to which Kuboyasu just laughs softly and shakes his head. Kaidou then drops his friend’s hand, slowly unwrapping the bandages from both his wrists before carefully rolling them up and placing them on his nightstand. Kuboyasu just watches his face, how his tongue pokes out to wet his lips, his beautiful carmine eyes, those soft cheeks, lightly dusted with freckles.

 

“How are you so goddamn beautiful?” he asks breathlessly, eyes wide and cheeks pink as he stares.

 

“H-huh?” Kaidou meets his gaze, looking like a deer in headlights.

 

Kuboyasu smiles at him, gently touching his cheek. “Shun. You’re gorgeous.”

 

Kaidou swallows nervously, a whine escaping his lips. Then his eyes widen and he hides his face in his arms, evidently embarrassed by the noise. Kuboyasu feels his heart swell with affection, though, and takes his now unbandaged hand. Eventually, Kaidou raises his head nervously, and that’s when Kuboyasu raises his hand to his lips, gently placing a kiss to his wrist while keeping eye contact.

 

The boy’s jaw drops, face flushing as he averts his gaze for a few moments, only for his eyes to dart back to find Kuboyasu still staring at him. “S-stop looking at me,” he stutters, biting his bottom lip in a small, embarrassed pout. It’s not that he doesn’t like it—it’s just that his friend’s gaze on him makes him feel a certain way, and he doesn’t want to deal with that right now, with the confusing feelings flooding his thoughts.

 

“Sorry,” Kuboyasu murmurs, embarrassed at being caught as he looks away. “You’re just… nice to look at.” He smiles a little.

 

Kaidou stares at him, cheeks on fire. Really, he should be used to this by now, but he’s just as flustered now as he was the first time Kuboyasu called him “pretty,” or any variation of it. “Um, thanks,” he breathes. There’s something about the way Kuboyasu is looking at him that causes his heart to skip a beat, and suddenly he’s unable to look away.

 

Kuboyasu’s brows furrow, yet he holds his gaze in confusion. “Shun…?” He chuckles awkwardly. 

 

Kaidou blinks, immediately turning away, rubbing his wrist.

 

“Wanna sit with me?” Kuboyasu asks, still clearly confused. “In my lap?” His ears are tinged red.

 

A little too eagerly, Kaidou grins. “Yeah!” As soon as his friend sits up, he pushes himself onto his thighs, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

 

Kuboyasu gasps, not expecting that, but the boy just frowns up at him, as if he’s confused. What is he doing!?

 

“What is it?” He looks a little nervous.

 

“Nothin’,” Kuboyasu lies. Almost against his will, his hands find their way to Kaidou’s hips, where his thumbs gently reach under his shirt, rubbing circles in the plush skin. Kaidou squirms under his grip, and he hesitates for a moment as the boy leans forwards and rests his head on Kuboyasu’s shoulder, his arms still wrapped around him. Kaidou’s eyes flutter shut and he presses himself closer, and Kuboyasu bites his lip, moving his hands away. “Sorry, that was weird…” he mumbles.

 

“No, it felt good, ‘Ren,” Kaidou protests. “It feels nice.”

 

Kuboyasu runs a hand through his hair, flustered. “A-are you sure?” He’s not against the idea, just wondering if this is right. They’re friends— friends —and maybe Kaidou isn’t exactly sure how… strange this feels. Or maybe it’s because Kaidou doesn’t have those feelings like Kuboyasu does, maybe this feels normal. I’m just weird, obviously he doesn’t feel the same way!

 

“Arennn,” Kaidou whines. “Of course I am!” 

 

Kuboyasu’s heart is nearly beating out of his chest, hearing the way Kaidou says his name. “Yeah, a-alright.” Slowly, he moves his hands back to the boy’s hips, fingers hovering next to the hem of the shirt before he reaches under, touching the warm skin with a heavy breath. He begins rubbing circles with his thumbs, and Kaidou melts into his body with a content sigh.

 

“The Dark Reunion doesn’t stand a chance against me with you by my side,” he says happily, hugging Kuboyasu tightly. “We’ll be together forever!”

 

Forever? Does he mean that? 

 

“Right, Aren?” Kaidou meets his eyes, an excited smile gracing his lips.

 

Kuboyasu beams up at him, blushing, before stretching to kiss his nose. “‘Course! Forever sounds perfect.” Internally, he’s freaking out. Holy shit, forever! We could get married, maybe adopt kids! He would be an awesome dad, I’m sure of it! And we could grow old together, too! Spending my whole life with Shun… Damn. It’s not that he hasn’t thought of it, of course—it’s just that recently, he’s been more focused on the present than the future. 

 

He has, obviously, thought of marrying Kaidou, and is currently in the process of finding a job because when they inevitably start dating, he’ll need to buy a ring. “Hey, wait, Shun? What are your thoughts on weddings?”

 

Kaidou looks confused as he meets his eyes. “Um, I guess they’re cool? I don’t know, why?”

 

“What about the future in general? Do you want kids?” Kuboyasu presses.

 

“Uh… I guess I like the idea? But I don’t know… Why are you asking all of a sudden?”

 

Kuboyasu shrugs. “I just…I think you’d make a great dad.” He smiles a bit.

 

“Oh, really?” Kaidou looks a little happy at that, if not extremely embarrassed.

 

“Of course! You’re caring and hardworking and always worry about others and do your best to help everyone… And I can just imagine waking up beside you every morning, making breakfast for you and the kids—” He chokes, sputtering, horrified that he let that slip. “I-I mean, of course, your wife! She’ll make breakfast!” he laughs awkwardly, something shattering in his heart. “‘Cause you can’t cook…” It comes out as a breath, and he feels his eyes begin to burn. He doesn’t dare look at Kaidou, adopting a fake smile and grasping his hips tighter, fingers lightly squeezing.

 

Kaidou stares at him, nibbling on his lip and shaking a little. “A-Aren, I…I’m not sure if I want a wife,” he whispers, meeting his friend’s eyes nervously. 

 

Kuboyasu blinks then rubs his eyes with the back of a hand, feeling wetness on his wrist after. “Huh?” he rasps, then clears his throat. “I don’t understand…” Is he implying what I think he is!? Holy shit! Eyes widening, Kuboyasu shakily touches the smooth skin of Kaidou’s face, thumb on his cheek bone. “Shun, are you…?” he trails off hesitantly, afraid of invading the boy’s privacy.

 

“I, um… I don’t know. Maybe?” He sounds pained and confused, leaning into the touch and trembling a little. “I don’t get it, Aren.”

 

When Kuboyasu meets his eyes, there’s little tears building up. 

 

Kaidou swallows nervously, averting his gaze. “I-I mean, I like girls, b-but… guys are pretty, too. You were right,” he chuckles, strained. “And I don’t know if that’s…That’s not a thing. I can’t, just…like both.” He’s anxiously nibbling on his lip, and Kuboyasu can’t help leaning just a bit closer.

 

“Shun, you’re bisexual. It is a thing.”

 

“Huh?” Kaidou raises his gaze, brows furrowed. A tear falls as he blinks, though he quickly wipes it away. “What does that mean?”

 

“It means…liking both guys and girls, basically. Liking both. Liking anyone despite gender.” 

 

Kaidou stares at him, lips forming a small ‘O.’ “But…the second part?” he asks in confusion, looking visibly uncomfortable. 

 

Kuboyasu frowns. “Second part…?”

 

“O-of the word,” Kaidou says, cheeks heating up. 

 

“Um…sexual?” Kuboyasu asks awkwardly. His heart starts pounding faster, talking about this sort of thing.

 

“Yeah, t-that.”

 

The boy purses his lips. “What about it?”

 

“I don’t…That’s not real, is it?” He looks genuinely puzzled, but Kuboyasu laughs.

 

“Huh? What are you talking about, Shun?”

 

Kaidou frowns, staring at his hands with hot cheeks. “People don’t actually d-do that stuff, right?” 

 

“What? Sex?” he asks, incredulous. 

 

Kaidou gives a small nod, rubbing his wrists.

 

“Uh, yeah? How do you think babies are made?” he snorts sarcastically.

 

Kaidou glares at him. “I’m not an idiot! I know that, biologically! It’s just…gross!” he yells, looking genuinely angry and extremely embarrassed. 

 

Immediately, Kuboyasu feels guilty for making fun of him, especially over something he seems so genuinely confused about. He lowers his head. “Sorry. But it’s really not…It’s, uh, natural, y’know?”

 

“It’s natural, but it’s gross,” Kaidou disagrees, shaking his head quickly. “I don’t get it.”

 

Kuboyasu opens his mouth to reply, before the realization hits him, and he snaps his fingers. “Wait a minute…”

 

Kaidou looks confused, but doesn’t speak, brows furrowed.

 

“Do you know what asexuality is?” Kuboyasu asks, realizing what’s probably going on.

 

“Um, yeah? Asexual reproduction, like when bacteria perform binary fission to create two genetically identical—”

 

“No, no. That’s a different thing,” Kuboyasu chuckles, interrupting him— of course Kaidou would begin to recite an exact definition. “Asexuality. It’s, like, not having sexual attraction. That might be why you’re so confused.” Now that he’s figured it out and helped at least a little bit, he glances at Kaidou, expecting to see him look happier, but instead all of the color has drained from his face.

 

He meets Kuboyasu’s eyes. “Y-you’re telling me I’m even more of a weirdo?” he whispers in horror. 

 

“I…Huh? You’re not a weirdo, Shun—”

 

Kaidou pushes himself away, standing up, and begins pacing the room. “Yes, I am! I-I’m, like, the ultimate weirdo!” There’s tears building in his eyes, and he swallows a lump in his throat, crossing his arms over his chest tightly.

 

Kuboyasu can’t help feeling insulted, himself—technically, Kaidou is calling him a weirdo, too, since he’s both gay and demisexual, although that’s a simplification: his identity is much more complicated than that. Still, he protests, “Shun, you aren’t, I promise!” 

 

The boy turns to him with tears rolling down his face, but doesn’t move or say anything, visibly shaking. Slowly, Kuboyasu stands, making his way over to his friend and wrapping him up in strong arms. Kaidou immediately melts, letting out a sob. “I-I don’t want this. Why can’t I just be normal?” he cries, face pressing into Kuboyasu’s shoulder as he’s guided back to the bed.

 

“You are normal,” Kuboyasu murmurs, sitting back down. Kaidou lies in his lap again, slumping against him and sobbing. “I promise. You’re perfect just the way you are. I told you already, I’m ace, too.” Although finding out the boy he wants to marry is asexual should maybe make him feel upset, he realizes that he doesn’t mind at all— it’s still Kaidou, after all, and he himself is on the spectrum, although more sex indifferent than repulsed. They don’t have to be together that way in order to be close. 

 

“I’m not,” Kaidou whimpers. “Aren, I-I’m sorry.”

 

Reassuringly, Kuboyasu strokes his hair. “What’re you apologizing for? There’s nothing to apologize for.”

 

Kaidou just shakes his head. “I-if you are, then I’m just insulting you…”

 

“Shun. Look at me.” He tilts the boy’s head up with a hand, gently grabbing his chin. Kaidou’s breath catches in his throat, so he doesn’t attempt to speak, just listening. “I promise it’s alright. And even if we aren’t normal, so what? That’s not a bad thing. Normal people aren’t the Jet Black Wings.”

 

“Normal people aren’t you,” Kaidou whispers, pressing his face closer. “B-but it’s not about not being normal. It’s about being a weirdo, and you’re different from me,” Kaidou murmurs softly, biting his lip as tears begin to form in his eyes again.

 

“Maybe we are different, but you aren’t a weirdo, either. Why are you so obsessed with that word? I love you, regardless of your sexuality. It doesn’t fucking matter if that stuff grosses you out or whatever, and maybe I don’t get it all the way, but I don’t care! So you aren’t bisexual, you’re biromantic, it doesn’t matter or change anything! You’re still you , Shun! You’re still the love of my life,” he says, voice growing gentle at the end. Truly, he doesn’t care about whether or not that was basically a confession—Kaidou’s too clueless to figure it out, and it’ll make him feel better anyways, so what does it matter?

 

Sure enough, the boy doesn’t seem to notice the blatant confession, taking a shaky breath and staring at Kuboyasu’s hand, which is still holding his chin up so they’re face-to-face. “Okay,” he breathes. He doesn’t look like he’s fully recovered, yet, so Kuboyasu drops his hand, readjusting his position.

 

“Alright, get off me now. Mandatory cuddling time.” That makes Kaidou snort in amusement, but he crawls off. With the weight off of him, Kuboyasu lies down, pulling the blanket over himself and grabbing Kaidou to pull him close. “C’mere. Get comfy, Shun.”

 

Kaidou smiles at him gratefully. He sniffles, wiping his eyes of whatever tears remained, and presses himself against his friend, only to shiver as not-so-warm arms envelop him. “You really should’ve worn something else,” he practically giggles, pulling his knees up to his chest.

 

Kuboyasu glances down at him, brows furrowed. “What, you don’t like my muscles?” he asks, offended. 

 

“N-no, you’re just freezing! I don’t even understand why you wear these shirts all the time, you never used to!” Despite his tone, amusement shapes his features.

 

Kuboyasu blinks, not knowing how to respond without giving away the fact that he has, in fact, been attempting to impress Kaidou with his muscles and scars, knowing the boy thinks they’re cool. “Um… they’re comfortable,” he tries, to which Kaidou rolls his eyes.

 

“Sure, whatever. Y’know what, I’m gonna get you a jacket, give me a sec.”

 

Eyes widening, the boy shakes his head. “No, no, you really don’t have to—” Kaidou’s already escaping his arms.

 

He smiles back at him, then messes up his hair, to which Kuboyasu rolls his eyes affectionately. “I don’t want you to make me cold.” 

 

“I’m not cold, but fine,” Kuboyasu mutters, watching as the boy opens his closet door. Knowing his family and the size of their house, he shouldn’t be too surprised that his friend has a large walk-in closet, but he still stares in awe as he sees the massive selection of (mostly) emo clothes. A few seconds later, something hits him in the face, and he looks down to see a familiar sweatshirt that he’d actually been looking for for a while—this has got to have been here for weeks. He scoffs, looking up.

 

“Yeah, it’s yours,” Kaidou says when they meet eyes, smiling somewhat embarrassed. “I kept forgetting to return it. Oh, and your hair is all messy,” he adds mischievously.

 

Kuboyasu scowls, moving his hands up in a blind attempt to fix it. “Gee, wonder whose fault that is!”

 

The boy feigns innocence. “Perhaps it was the Dark Reunion,” he suggests before grabbing a pair of shorts and a hoodie. “I’m gonna change, be right back.” Before Kuboyasu can respond, the door is closed and he’s all alone. 

 

He chuckles to himself, shaking his head affectionately. Kaidou truly is adorable—the perfect boy, in Kuboyasu’s opinion—and of course, he’s right. His eyes wander the room for a few moments, before landing on the closet again, which is still fully open. Kaidou’s sense of style is great, actually, and it really suits him, serving to make him look simultaneously adorable and badass. 

 

Smiling to himself, he begins to pull the hoodie on, only to pause. It smells like him… He frowns, embarrassed to be smelling a jacket, but it gives him a sense of comfort. The scent of the boy’s shampoo mingled with whatever laundry detergent he uses, something that smells like vanilla, perhaps—like comfort, like Kaidou. So, instead of putting the sweatshirt on, he sets it on the bed and pulls the comforter over himself, taking off his glasses and pressing his face into a pillow with a sigh of contentment.

 

He hears the door open and turns slightly to see Kaidou standing. They meet eyes and the boy smiles before closing the door and jumping onto the bed next to Kuboyasu, arms and legs wrapping around him in a bear hug once he’s snuggled under the blanket. 

 

Kuboyasu chuckles warmly, feeling oddly safe in the boy’s small arms. “Shun, hey.”

 

“You didn’t put the sweatshirt on,” Kaidou notes, a little confused. 

 

“I want you to keep it, I don’t need it.” He turns around, and Kaidou blinks at him. 

 

“Are you sure? I really didn’t mean to take it, and you’re still cold.” 

 

Kuboyasu shakes his head, deciding to ignore the second part. “Keep it. You look cute in my clothes.”

 

The boy’s cheeks heat up, but somewhere he finds the bravery to ask, “What, I don’t always look cute?”

 

A surprised laugh escapes Kuboyasu’s lips, and he finds himself leaning closer, blushing. Their noses are touching, now, and he can’t help but glance at the boy’s lips as he speaks. “No, you are. You’re always really fuckin’ cute,” he breathes in a low voice.

 

“Aren,” Kaidou whines. His cheeks are red, eyes wide and flustered as he grabs Kuboyasu’s arm and squeezes it nervously.

 

“Yeah?” Kuboyasu asks shakily, meeting his gaze and trying to ignore the way his heart is nearly beating out of his chest, well aware of the fact that the boy can see his blush. How the hell is he supposed to react when Kaidou says his name like that?

 

“You’re cute, too,” the boy giggles, smiling. “And I love you.”

 

Kuboyasu exhales heavily, taking in the sight of his friend gazing at him happily. “Shun… You’re gonna kill me,” is all he can say. 

 

“Huh? What do you—” He’s cut off by Kuboyasu grabbing his face, pulling him closer and pressing a kiss to his lips. When Kuboyasu leans away, his friend’s eyes are wide, cheeks flushed a deep red. “You k-kissed me….” he gasps softly. 

 

“Yeah.” Kuboyasu swallows nervously, praying that this’ll go well. “I did. I, um, really like you, Shun.”

 

Kaidou looks like a deer in headlights, and Kuboyasu can practically see the gears turning in his mind, heart pounding as the boy considers his next move. “Wow. I…I don’t understand,” he says in wonder, staring at his friend, pondering the possibility that somehow , Kuboyasu reciprocates his feelings.

 

“Is it okay?” Kuboyasu asks, voice shaking. He’s holding his breath, mentally crossing his fingers as he anxiously waits for Kaidou’s response.

 

Kaidou’s heart begins hammering, and he bites his lip, giddiness surging through him. “I, um…” Suddenly, he can’t speak, frozen.

 

“Shun? Shit, did I fuck up?”

 

“I-I don’t know if I can,” Kaidou says shakily, finding his voice after a few moments. His mind is stuck on his family, what could happen if they found out about this.

 

“If you can, what?” Kuboyasu asks, heart pounding as he feels a surge of panic.

 

“Do this,” Kaidou whispers. “I-I like you, too, but…” 

 

His friend’s face drops, all remaining hope gone as soon as he hears that last word. “Wait, I don’t get it…You like me back?” he repeats slowly to himself, trembling. “B-but what?” he prompts, beginning to hyperventilate.

 

Kaidou takes a deep breath, trying his best to meet Kuboyasu’s eyes. “Aren. It’s alright, I promise,” he says slowly, noticing how his friend has began to panic. “It’s not your fault, i-it’s neither of ours! We—we can just be friends and ignore this, alright? We can still do whatever the hell we want, just not, um, romantically!”

 

The boy stares at him, heartbroken, until he can find his voice a few seconds later. “But that’s the problem,” he whispers. “I like you, romantically .” Kuboyasu’s eyes are teary, brows furrowed with confusion. His lower lip trembles. “And I just… I want us to be like how it has been, but as your boyfriend, not your friend.” To be honest, he doesn’t even think they’d be able to be friends, not after this. 

 

Kaidou feels his heart break a little as Kuboyasu grabs his face in his hands. 

 

“Shun, I wanna be yours. Just yours.” He’s begging, now, no longer caring about pride, just about Kaidou because there’s no way after all this shit that he’s giving up here and now, especially if Kaidou reciprocates his feelings and is just seemingly scared for some reason. 

 

There’s a lump in Kaidou’s throat, and he doubts he can speak—what the hell is he meant to say to that? It’s never been this, it’s always been Kuboyasu being possessive and calling Kaidou his, never him practically pleading to be Kaidou’s—his what, his boyfriend? The boy’s heart skips a beat. Obviously, Kuboyasu’s desperate.

 

“A-and I can’t stop loving you, I really can’t. Please, Shun! How the hell am I supposed to just be friends after you say we can’t date despite liking me back!?” Kuboyasu’s voice has grown intense, now, tears of anger, confusion, and sadness running down his cheeks. 

 

“I can’t,” Kaidou whispers, heart shattering.

 

“Why not? What’s so wrong with me?” he sobs, voice breaking.

 

“A-Aren, I—“ he breaks off and bites his lip, eyes growing watery. “I-it's not you, it’s me. I just—I can’t,” he stammers. God, it hurts him to see Kuboyasu like this, and knowing it’s Kaidou’s own fault just makes him feel ten times worse.

 

“Can’t what?” Kuboyasu begs. “Can’t date me? O-or are you scared of something? Please, just tell me!” His head droops as sobs wrack his body, quickly losing control of his emotions.

 

Kaidou stares for a second, speechless: he didn’t know it was this bad, he’s never seen his friend in this sort of a state! I have to tell the truth. He doesn’t deserve my bullshit! “W-well for one, the whole, um, asexual thing… it’s unfair.”

 

Kuboyasu leans back, dropping his hands from Kaidou’s face in exasperation. “Shun, I don’t care about that shit!” he yells, voice breaking. “There’s more to a relationship than sex!”

 

“I-I know! But…”

 

“But what?” Kuboyasu demands, hands balling into fists. Kaidou can tell he’s barely keeping it together, and takes a deep breath, trying to calm down for his friend’s sake.

 

“I… I can’t date a boy… I’m scared!” he exclaims desperately. “Especially if it's you! I don’t want to ruin this!” There. He admitted it.

 

Kuboyasu stares at him, understanding dawning. “So that’s what this is about?” he asks softly, immediately having relaxed. “You could’ve told me sooner…”

 

“I-if my family finds out, or something, everything I’ve worked so hard for is gone!”

 

“Shun,” Kuboyasu says gently. His hand finds Kaidou’s as the boy’s head droops, tears rolling down his cheeks as he sobs. “Hey, look at me.” Kaidou swallows a lump in his throat, squeezing his friend’s hand and raising his head. “I get it, I do. We don’t have to tell anyone, your family doesn’t have to know.” 

 

Kaidou just shakes his head quickly, sniffling and wiping his eyes. “I-I want them to know, though! They deserve to know!”

 

His friend just looks at him sadly, not quite knowing what to say.

 

“But at the same time, you don’t deserve this!” He stares at Kuboyasu pleadingly. “So I… I don’t know what to do!” he cries. “I’m so confused, Aren…”

 

Kuboyasu gently wraps his arms around him, not quite sure how to comfort him. “I just want you to be happy,” he whispers. “I want to be your boyfriend, but in the end… I care about you more. So do whatever is better for you.”

 

That doesn’t help me! Kaidou thinks desperately. But he wants to be my boyfriend? I was right? He squeezes his friend tightly. “I… um, I want to be with you, but I’m scared…” The old him never would’ve admitted to being scared, but here he is, crying in Kuboyasu’s arms once more—it’s practically become a daily occurrence, at this point.

 

Kuboyasu hesitates. “What about just telling your immediate family? Of course, we won’t tell them right away, just when you’re ready, but they’re accepting, right? Your dad and siblings?” He doesn’t mention Kaidou’s mom, despite what his dad had told him that time, which the boy notices.

 

“Mama will be okay with it, too, I think,” Kaidou whispers. “S-she’s strict, but as long as I keep my grades up…” He doesn’t finish the thought, melting into the boy’s arms, hope flooding through him.

 

“Alright. Then it’s okay, right? You don’t have to worry about them. And the rest of your family… I’ve never met them, but they don’t need to know, do they?” He keeps his voice gentle, gaze steady, and Kaidou takes a few deep breaths.

 

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “I guess.” As much as he wants them to know, perhaps Kuboyasu’s right. “But eventually, I’d want to tell them.”

 

“‘Course,” Kuboyasu agrees.

 

They fade into silence for a few moments, neither voicing the very obvious concern on both their minds: if they do get together, will they last? Or will it make their friendship even more awkward? I don’t want to screw this up, Aren deserves so much better than that. But… he’s so persistent. Maybe it’s alright? He knows me better than anyone, so surely if he likes me after all of what he’s seen, he’s okay with it?

 

Kaidou sighs. His friend gently squeezes him, and he bites his lip. “Can I, uh, think about this for a sec?”

 

Kuboyasu nods, humming in agreement and keeping his expression neutral. He doesn’t trust his voice enough to speak, but murmurs, “Take you time.” Besides, he’s not actually mad, just slightly frustrated—it’s not even Kaidou’s fault. 

 

Given the chance, Kaidou readjusts himself to sit in his friend’s lap, smiling a little as Kuboyasu flushes and wraps his arms around him. Now comfortable, Kaidou lets his mind wander, considering the pros and cons of being boyfriends: thinking about stuff logically is always the best way to solve problems, he's found. Even the thought of the word “boyfriends” brings a grin to his lips, and he has to shove his blushing face into Kuboyasu’s neck to hide his expression—this, of course, turns his face even redder, but whatever.

 

He starts with the cons. First, if his extended family found out, they could hate him and, in turn, his parents for allowing this. Next, he could be treated weird at school if people found out, although that one isn’t quite so bad considering it already happens, and the Jet Black Wings can deal with teasing. Third, if they break up or something, it could potentially ruin their friendship permanently, along with making the whole friend group awkward. Finally, it’s unlikely they’d go to the same college due to the fact that Kaidou’s mother is so set on him becoming a lawyer or doctor at some esteemed university, whereas Kuboyasu has blown off school until his junior year and is very unlikely to make it into one of those colleges.

 

On the contrary, however, for pros, his family could accept him, although the chance is slim. If he and Kuboyasu’s relationship were to last, then they’d get to spend the rest of their lives together, and frankly, Kaidou can’t think of anything better than that. Eventually, they’d be apart for college, but he’s sure they could figure something out, and after that… He grins to himself, cheek pressed into the boy’s skin. After that, they could move into an apartment together or something, and later, perhaps, buy a house. He thinks back to something Kuboyasu had said earlier, asking about kids, and suddenly, it makes sense. Obviously, they’d have to figure that out later—now is not the time, they’re in highschool—but still.

 

He pictures going on dates with Kuboyasu, waking up in his arms every morning, and eventually… Kuboyasu getting down on one knee, holding a ring out, and asking Kaidou to marry him in that deep, beautiful voice of his. Kaidou saying yes, because that’s what he’s been dreaming of, and then having the ring gently pushed onto his finger and being pulled into a warm, loving embrace, followed by a long kiss. Really, it seems perfect, and he knows he’s found his answer.

 

“Aren?” he says softly, speaking into the boy’s collarbone, heart pounding rapidly.

 

Kuboyasu loosens his grip, glancing down at him, his nerves expertly hidden. “Yeah?”

 

Kaidou nibbles on his lip, not breaking eye contact. “W-will you be my boyfriend?”

 

“Yes. Yes, Shun!” He beams at Kaidou, taking his hands and squeezing them in excitement. The boy smiles back hesitantly, but then it grows into a wide grin, eyes sparkling. “Oh my God.” Kuboyasu grabs him, pulling him into a hug, eyes beginning to water again. Kaidou giggles and snuggles further into his lap, curling up a little and hugging him back, all former sense of fear dissipated and replaced by pure, unadulterated bliss.

 

They sit like that for a few seconds until Kaidou breaks it off, leaning forwards to press their foreheads together as Kuboyasu cups his face in his hands. “Aren, I… I know it’s been a few minutes, but I still can’t believe you like me, too.”

 

Smiles light up both their faces, and Kuboyasu stares up at him, happiness coursing through him. Nothing can compare to this, this feeling of perfection, of holding Kaidou in his lap, having just kissed him, their confessions… Shun likes me back! “I do. I have, forever, and…and I started trying hard recently, to get you to notice, b-but you were oblivious! Shun, you’re so clueless !” he laughs, ignoring the tears that are streaking down his cheeks. 

 

Kaidou’s cheeks heat up, and his eyes widen, a surprised laugh escaping him. “W-what? No, I’m not! You missed my hints, too!” he protests. He gently wipes the tears from Kuboyasu’s face.

 

“Why do you think I’ve been freezing my ass off in these shirts!?” He gestures to the sleeveless tank top with his chin and Kaidou gasps.

 

“I knew it! You were wearing those on purpose, and you admit you’re cold!” 

 

Kuboyasu brushes his cheek with a gentle thumb, still grinning. “Yeah, well… you used to say you liked my muscles and scars,” he chuckles awkwardly, an embarrassed flush showing itself on his cheeks.

 

Kaidou’s face also heats up, but he smiles. “I-I do,” he giggles. “You’re, like, a warrior!” His eyes are lit up with excitement, and Kuboyasu can’t help leaning forward to kiss his nose because fuck he’s adorable.

 

“I guess!” he laughs. “I’ll be your knight in shining armor, Shun.” 

 

Kaidou’s grin grows larger, somehow. “We can fight Dark Reunion together! I’m the Jet Black Wings and you’re my knight!”

 

“‘Course!” Although now he’s a little confused, since he’d been “helping” Kaidou defeat Dark Reunion beforehand as his “right hand man,” but whatever. He’ll be the boy’s knight, too, if that’s what he wants. 

 

Their laughter fades after a few seconds, leaving the room in silence, and Kaidou shifts in his lap, expression turning somewhat serious. “Um, Aren? Can I ask you something?”

 

Kuboyasu blinks, nodding. “Yeah, what’s up?” he asks in confusion, although he can’t deny, his heart is pounding with anxiety now.

 

Kaidou bites his lip. “A-about everything that’s been happening with us… was that actually platonic, or—”

 

He’s cut off by a loud laugh. “Hell no! Shit, dude, I have the biggest crush on you, that was all total bullshit!” Then he pauses. “Well, it could’ve been, I guess. That first night, I really did want to help with the nightmares, but after that, I just wanted to cuddle with you,” he says sheepishly.

 

Kaidou laughs. “Of course. Wow.” He shakes his head in disbelief, though he’s smiling when he meets Kuboyasu’s eyes. “Fine. Maybe I am a little oblivious. I was also, um, in denial of my feelings for a while,” he says sheepishly.

 

Kuboyasu laughs sharply. “I’m not even surprised, of course you were! When did you even realize!?”

 

Kaidou averts his eyes, smiling shyly. “Uh, a few days ago? W-when Chiyo broke up with me, she thought I liked you, and that kind of made me question it and realize she was right…”

 

Kuboyasu’s eyes widen. “That’s why she panicked when I said you’d told me about it!” he exclaims. Then he bites his lip, cracking his knuckles. “I, uh…she and the other girls found out about my feelings, by the way,” he says nervously. “Not everyone’s as clueless as you are.”

 

“What!?” Kaidou screeches shrilly. “She knew!?”

 

Kuboyasu rubs his ear gingerly. “The day after you two broke up, she had it figured out, I guess. I’d already told Teruhashi-san, though.”

 

Kaidou looks a bit more relieved after that. “Oh. And she’s okay with it?”

 

“Yeah, especially now that you two aren’t…y’know.” Kaidou nods. “Hey, by the way…are we telling anyone? About this, I mean?”

 

Kaidou’s eyes widen. “Um…maybe not?” he replies, voice cracking a little.

 

Kuboyasu hums in agreement. “Alright.”

 

They sit in silence for a minute. “Imagine how much Nendou would tease us,” Kaidou groans suddenly. “That’d be annoying.”

 

Kuboyasu chuckles. “Yep.”

 

“Hey, but…can we tell some people later? Like, once we’re sure this is going well, tell Chiyo and maybe Saiki?” Kaidou asks. 

 

Kuboyasu nods thoughtfully. “Yeah, I’d like to tell Aiura-san and Teruhashi-san, too. But we should definitely tell Saiki, I trust him, and I’m sure he’d figure it out anyways,” he chuckles wryly.

 

Kaidou cracks a smile. “Yeah. Can I tell Papa, too? And Sora? They, um… know I like you, I think.”

 

“Of course. Really, Shun, you can tell anyone, I don’t really care. I trust your judgment, and if not, I think I can change their mind.” There’s a dark glint in his eyes as he says this, and Kaidou bites his lip.

 

“Please don’t beat up my family, Aren,” he says, fully serious.

 

Kuboyasu laughs. “Of course not!” he says, though it doesn’t sound entirely sincere. “I’ll tell my parents, too, I think. If you couldn’t tell, they know I like you.” Kuboyasu rolls his eyes, and Kaidou laughs.

 

“They told me to, um, k-kiss you,” he says, smiling a little. “I think they knew about me, too.”

 

Kuboyasu chuckles. “Yeah, well, they aren’t so straight themselves, probably clocked us immediately.”

 

Kaidou snorts, internally feeling relieved by the implication that Kuboyasu’s parents might be bi like he apparently is, and that he’s not alone. 

 

“But you should listen to them,” Kuboyasu says, leaning closer, a wisp of a smile forming.

 

Kaidou licks his lips, barely biting back a grin, then closes the gap between them. He can hardly believe what he’s doing, kissing Kuboyasu, his best friend, until he remembers: they’re boyfriends now. His eyes flutter shut and he melts into the gentle touch.

 

A few moments pass and his hands find their way into Kuboyasu’s hair. He shudders slightly as he feels fingers brushing under the hem of his shirt, then readjusts his position. Kuboyasu’s hands slide under his shirt, ghosting over the soft skin of his torso. His fingers are rough, yet the gentle scratch of them on his skin is nice, relaxing even. 

 

A small whine escapes his lips as Kuboyasu gently tugs on his lip with his teeth, and he opens his eyes to see him staring lovingly, those hands touching the plush skin just above his hips. Kaidou’s cheeks flush a deep pink and he looks away, trying to catch his breath for a moment before being tugged into another soft kiss. 

 

When Kuboyasu finally pulls away, Kaidou’s panting, yet bright-eyed and beaming. Kuboyasu grins back, also breathing a little heavily. He can feel Kaidou’s heartbeat against his chest, and gently ruffles his hair. The boy stares down at him happily from his place on his lap.

 

“That was nice,” he says, smiling. 

 

“It was,” Kuboyasu agrees, warmth in his gaze.

 

Kaidou nibbles on his lip for a moment. Would it be weird to ask him to stay over now? Then, he shakes his head: this can’t make them less comfortable with each other, no way. “Um…can you stay over tonight?” he asks awkwardly. 

 

Kuboyasu’s eyes widen for a moment, his cheeks going red, before he grins back. “I’d love to.”

 

“Yay!” Kaidou beams back, hugging him tightly, and Kuboyasu winces at the sharp pain in his ribs; he brushes it off a moment later, eyes brightening.

 

“Hey, Shun?”

 

Kaidou blinks at him with wide eyes. “Yeah?”

 

Kuboyasu bites his lip. “Y’know how you’d told me about your ideal date? A picnic on the beach and then watching the sunset and stargazing and stuff?”

 

“Oh, yeah! Hey, what happened to that other guy you liked? Did you ever ask him out?” 

 

Kuboyasu stares at him, laughter in his eyes. Kaidou looks fully innocent, almost excited by the prospect of hearing about this mystery guy. He does feel pride at the fact that Kubyasu chose him, and as a result, doesn’t feel jealous. Kuboyasu bites back a smile, chuckling. “I was about to get to that, actually. Are you free tomorrow night?”

 

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with him?” the boy asks, brows furrowed. Kuboyasu just gazes at him, barely holding in laughter, watching as the gears turn in Kaidou’s mind. “ Oh !” he gasps, reeling back. “W-wait, that was about me !?”

 

“Yes, you idiot! Shit, even now that we’re dating, you still didn’t get it!?”

 

“I—What do you mean we’re—“ he cuts himself off, staring at Kuboyasu with wide, excited eyes. “H-holy shit. We’re dating!” Just like that, he wraps his arms around Kuboyasu tightly again, squeezing him. “Aren,” he whines, “We’re dating!” 

 

Kuboyasu groans in pain: either Kaidou’s getting stronger or he’s getting weaker because his hugs are much tighter than they used to be. “Ow, Shun, watch the ribs!” 

 

Kaidou leans back, horrified. “I’m sorry! Are you okay!?”

 

Shaking his head affectionately now that the pain has mostly dissolved, Kuboyasu hugs him back, readjusting his position a little to relax more and pull Kaidou closer, higher up on his lap. The boy is practically curled up, now, and he can’t ignore the pounding in his heart at the feel of his small body in his arms. “It’s alright, baby,” he breathes. Kaidou still looks concerned, but pushes himself closer, gently hugging Kuboyasu around the shoulders and pressing his face into his neck.

 

“Okay…You’re really awesome, by the way,” he sighs. “A-and I like being called—“ he breaks off, embarrassed, and averts his eyes.

 

“Being called what?” Kuboyasu prompts, eyes narrowing.

 

Kaidou continues looking away, nibbling on his lip. “N-nothing.”

 

Kuboyasu smirks a little, enjoying the blush on his boyfriend's cheeks. “Baby?”

 

Kaidou lets out a little embarrassed squeak.

 

“I love you, baby. You’re adorable.” Kaidou’s legs wrap around him, now he’s clinging like a koala; although he’s too light and small for Kuboyasu to usually mind, it is rather uncomfortable. “Now c’mon, get off me, let’s do somethin’. Video games , or—“

 

“Can we draw!?” Kaidou gasps suddenly, finally lifting his head. 

 

The boy smiles a little. “Yeah, if you want.”

 

“Let’s go! But you have to hold my hand!” Apparently, now that they’re in a legitimate relationship, Kaidou has nothing against hand holding: perhaps it’s for girlfriends and boyfriends, now. Kuboyasu, however, feels his cheeks flush bright red as he smiles: being in a relationship makes all of this official and real ; it’s embarrassing, and not to mention terrifying.

 

“O-of course,” he agrees. Kaidou clambers off him and he finally moves, stretching out his limbs briefly. Then, Kaidou takes hold of his left hand with his right, and they stand up together. Kuboyasu glances down at him, then leans over to kiss him, tilting his chin up with his free hand—it’s like now that he can kiss him, he can’t get enough. Kaidou’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t move or push him away, smiling into the kiss and closing his eyes.

 

He finds himself standing on his toes, arms wrapping around Kuboyasu’s neck in an attempt to pull him closer. Kuboyasu’s hands find their way to his hips, gently holding him. His fingers brush under the boy’s shirt, and Kaidou gasps in surprise, eyes shooting open, only to relax again a few moments later, cradled in his boyfriend’s arms. It’s at that moment when there’s a knock on the door, but before they’re able to react, the knob turns, revealing Kaidou’s dad.

 

Both boys freeze, not even moving away from each other due to surprise. Kaidou stares, senses flooded with fear and shock, unable to move. Kuboyasu, naturally, is the first to react, grabbing the boy and protectively wrapping his arms around him, glaring at his father—who, for his credit, looks extremely embarrassed and apologetic.

 

“What the hell!?” Kuboyasu demands, glaring daggers. “Fucking knock!” Truly, he should be more polite—he barely knows the man, and this is his boyfriend’s dad—but he’s too caught off guard by the whole situation to care. Also, Kaidou didn’t want to tell anyone yet: he’ll make sure his dad doesn’t say a word .

 

The man crosses his arms, barely looking intimidated, which pisses Kuboyasu off even more. “Lock the door,” he shoots back. 

 

At this moment, a small whine escapes Kaidou’s lips, and his cheeks go even more red. Kuboyasu glances down at him, then gently caresses his hair, ruffling it slightly. “Shun, you alright?” he murmurs, trying not to let his own fear show—despite the fact that Kaidou’s dad had seemed accepting before, he’s still terrified, mostly for Kaidou’s sake: the boy seems really shook.

 

Kaidou rubs unshed tears from his eyes, nodding. He then attempts to turn around to look at his dad, barely managing in Kuboyasu’s overprotective grip. “I-I’m sorry, Papa,” he whispers. “I know that…that I lied…” He stares at the ground, and Kuboyasu’s hand finds his, intertwining their fingers. The boy’s hand shakes, and Kuboyasu squeezes it gently in an attempt to comfort him.

 

Mr. Kaidou shakes his head. “Don’t worry. I understand,” he says gently. He hesitates, glancing at Kuboyasu, now, who’s still glaring, barely having relaxed. “Can I speak to you? Alone?”

 

Kaidou’s eyes go wide. “He’s fine! We’re staying together, you can’t break us up!” Truly, he trusts his father, but he's too worried to react any other way: he has an amazing boyfriend, and there’s no way he’s giving that up, not now.

 

The man’s gaze softens. “Shun, it’s not about that. If you trust him, I do, I just want to talk to him.”

 

Kuboyasu watches the ordeal with wide eyes, both surprised and pleased at Kaidou’s reaction. The boy glances at him, worried, and he nods. “It’s alright, baby,” he whispers, turning his boyfriend in his arms so they’re face to face. Kaidou’s cheeks go bright red, and he shoots a glance at his dad, though thankfully, the man doesn’t look as though he heard.

 

Finally, Kaidou gives in. “Fine. Just…I love you.” His eyes are full of fear when their gazes meet, and Kuboyasu smiles, trying to calm him down.

 

“I love you, too. Don’t worry, alright? I’m not goin’ anywhere.” 

 

Kaidou bites his lip. “Okay,” he chokes out, tears building in his eyes.

 

Kuboyasu hugs him tighter, glancing at his dad, whose gaze is worried. He doesn’t understand why his boyfriend’s so scared, and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Shun. Nothing’s gonna happen,” he says firmly.

 

The boy nods, raising his head to meet his eyes. “I know,” he replies with a little sniffle. 

 

Kuboyasu brushes his cheek with his thumb, leaning down to kiss his nose. Kaidou smiles a little at the touch. “Alright. I’ll be back in a minute,” Kuboyasu says, giving him one more squeeze before releasing him, following his dad.

 

Once the two of them leave the boy’s room, Kuboyasu realizes just how much he towers over the man, who’s maybe an inch or two taller than Kaidou. Still, he feels nervous: Mr. Kaidou is some sort of important rich person, judging from what he’s gathered over the years of knowing his family, and he definitely has the presence of one in a situation like this. Kuboyasu fidgets nervously, cracking his knuckles, and attempts to meet the man’s eyes.

 

“You’re treating him well, I presume?” he says, gaze unflinching.

 

Kuboyasu nods. “Yes, sir.” 

 

“Good.” He crosses his arms. “That better continue. If you hurt that boy, physically or emotionally, you’ll regret it,” he says quietly, yet his voice holds a promise: he means what he says. His tone and words give Kuboyasu a sense of nostalgia for his delinquent days, of the stoic yet terrifying presence of other gang leaders.

 

“Of course, sir. I…I love him, I really do,” he says honestly. 

 

Mr. Kaidou nods, allowing him to continue.

 

“And, um, really, we only got together a few minutes ago. He hadn’t wanted to tell anyone yet, I think that’s why he was so nervous.”

 

The man nods again, raising his brows. “Ah, I understand. Sorry about that.”

 

Kuboyasu shakes his head. “It’s our fault, sir, we should’ve locked the door.”

 

“It’s nobody’s fault. We should all be more careful in the future, yes?”

 

“Of course, sir,” Kuboyasu agrees, trying to mask his nerves.

 

The man now takes the time to look at him, observing him with narrowed eyes. Kuboyasu tries not to fidget, heart pounding, until Mr. Kaidou finally sighs. “Alright. Can I trust you?” he says. 

 

Kuboyasu nods hesitantly. “Yes, sir.”

 

“And you can stop calling me sir, it’s not necessary.”

 

Biting his lip, Kuboyasu replies, “Alright.”

 

Now, Mr. Kaidou looks slightly nervous himself, yet he seems to have relaxed, appearing more like the man Kuboyasu had spoken with before, the day Kaidou was sick. “I’ve always been worried about Shun, he’s different from his siblings: more sensitive and less focused on school, perhaps, yet more passionate, which I really appreciate. You see, his mother—my wife—doesn’t quite understand that: she cares simply about education. 

 

“He’s had…a difficult life, to say. She’s said some very rude things, and I would be away at work, unable to help and completely unaware until one day, Shun called me, crying. After that, the family went through some tough times, and he thought it was all his fault; ever since, he’d been…different: always assuming the worst, quick to cry, anxious. Of course, he’s always been like that, but it got worse.”

 

Kuboyasu blinks at him, heart shattering: he hadn’t known his boyfriend had gone through all that. Why hadn’t he told me? “W-why are you telling me this?” he asks shakily.

 

“Because when he met you, it changed. Instead of calling me in tears, he’d call and talk about the cool new friend he’d made and how much he admired you and wanted you to join him against that…” He hesitates, thinking, before snapping his fingers. “Dark Reunion! He wanted your help fighting them, and said you were a great fighter.” He chuckles, glancing up at Kuboyasu, whose eyes are watering.

 

“I could tell he liked you, and as much as I’d been wanting to meet you, work kept me away. So imagine my surprise when I opened the door one night to see you two…” Kuboyasu blushes, remembering the moment. “Anyway, just seeing how you looked at him, and how you treated him…You aren’t very subtle,” he says, smiling.

 

Kuboyasu scratches the back of his check, smiling back a little. “Heh, kinda gave up on that a while ago,” he replies with a shrug, wiping newly-formed tears from his eyes.

 

Mr. Kaidou laughs. “Of course, I understand: he’s very smart, yet awfully oblivious. His mother was the same way.” Kuboyasu bites back his question, of how he still loves his wife after she treated Kaidou the way she did, figuring there must be a reason and not wanting to get too personal. “So, hearing how he’s talked about you, I’d like to say I trust you. Don’t make me regret it.” Suddenly, his tone has changed from familiar to intimidating.

 

Kuboyasu bites his lip. “Of course, sir. I swear I won’t,” he says honestly.

 

The man grins. “Alright. Again, don’t bother with ‘sir,’” he laughs. 

 

“Sorry.”

 

Mr. Kaidou shakes his head. “It’s alright. Go back to him, but be downstairs soon, okay? We’ve got a party to prepare for.” He grins again, slapping Kuboyasu on the shoulder.

 

“‘Course. We’ll head over in a few minutes.” He turns to open the door.

 

“I’m glad my son has you, Kuboyasu,” Mr. Kaidou says, looking genuinely appreciative. “You’re a good man.”

 

That brings a smile to Kuboyasu’s lips. “Thank you.”

 

“I mean it. You treat him well, okay?”

 

“I will,” Kuboyasu says with renewed determination, hand still on the doorknob.

 

Mr. Kaidou finally nods, turning away and leaving, and Kuboyasu opens the door.

 

“Hey, I’m back.” 

 

Kaidou glances up at him, teary-eyed. “What did he say?” he asks shakily.

 

Kuboyasu smiles at him gently, then walks closer, enveloping him in his arms. “He…just wanted to make sure I was gonna treat you well and take care of you,” he murmurs. It’s not a lie, not fully: he’s just leaving a bit out.

 

“Oh…” Kaidou buries his face in his boyfriend’s shirt, hugging him back. “I was scared, Aren. I know he’d be okay with this, but…I didn’t want anyone to know until later, a-and I guess I just got a little freaked out, you know?”

 

“‘Course, I understand. He was kinda scary, though, brought me back to my old gang days,” Kuboyasu laughs. “He really cares about you.”

 

Kaidou mumbles something incoherent, squeezing Kuboyasu tighter, arms wrapped around his waist. 

 

Frowning, the boy hesitantly strokes his hair, causing Kaidou to press himself closer.

 

“I love you so much,” he whines. “You’re so cool a-and…pretty? You said you liked being called that, right?” 

 

“Yes,” Kuboyasu whispers, heart pounding. “I do.”

 

“Well, you’re, um…really pretty. And nice. And you always know how to help, Aren—it’s like a superpower, you make everything better!” At that moment, Kaidou wishes nothing more than to be able to hug Kuboyasu tighter , although he knows it’s not possible: his arms already hurt just from this.

 

Kuboyasu gasps in pain, pushing him away as gently as he can; the boy looks confused, but drops his arms. “Sorry, my ribs,” Kuboyasu chuckles.

 

“Oh! I forgot,” Kaidou says sheepishly.

 

“It’s alright.” His hands slink down to the boy’s waist once more, holding him gently, before he leans in for another kiss, lips meeting Kaidou’s briefly. When he leans back, his boyfriend smiles, blushing. 

 

“I-it’s so weird,” he says. “Like…this. But it's a good weird! I like it,” he admits shyly, averting his eyes.

 

Kuboyasu steps closer, thumb brushing his skin. “Yeah. I think I know what you mean…Touching you, it’s different now.” Kaidou goes bright red, but nods. “Still feels amazing, though,” Kuboyasu chuckles, hand sliding under his shirt. Kaidou stares up at him with wide eyes, unable to breathe as the calloused hand grazes his torso. 

 

“Why do you, um, keep doing that?” he blurts out, heart pounding. 

 

His boyfriend immediately removes his hand, embarrassed. “S-sorry, I thought you’d like it…”

 

Kaidou’s eyes widen. “I d-do, but…what, uh, made you do it?” he asks shakily.

 

“I…Really, I just…” He hesitates, before admitting, “Your skin is really soft. A-and you’re really small and skinny, it’s adorable…” His cheeks flush red, but Kaidou doesn’t look much better.

 

“Oh,” he says softly. A small smile warms his lips as he stares at the ground.

 

Kuboyasu bites his lip. “Yeah. Um, I know I already confessed, but I never got to say everything I love about you.”

 

Kaidou feels a surge of embarrassment, waving his hands in front of his face. “Ah, n-no, it’s okay! You don’t have to!”

 

His boyfriend’s brows furrow. “I suppose that would be cheesy,” he agrees, smiling a bit. “But truly, Shun, I’d do anything for you. I’d beat up a hundred—no, a thousand---people for you. Whatever you wish, I’d do it.”

 

“Alright…” Kaidou takes a moment to think, but he can’t come up with anything: Kuboyasu is already his boyfriend, they’ve already shared plenty of kisses, he’s staying over tonight, and he’s part of the Jet Black Wing’s forces against Dark Reunion…Truly, there’s nothing more Kaidou would want, not right now, at least. “I can’t think of anything,” he says finally, shrugging. 

 

Kuboyasu’s expression falls. “There’s nothing I can do for you?” He still looks expectant, like he wants to prove himself.

 

“Aren, you're already amazing! I don’t need anything else,” Kaidou laughs, hugging him. Kuboyasu glances down at him and smiles warmly, ruffling his hair.

 

“Okay,” he agrees. “If that’s what you want. We should go downstairs, though, I told your dad we’d be there soon.”

 

Kaidou’s eyes go wide. “Oh, right! Let’s go prepare!” He grabs Kuboyasu’s hand, flashing him a grin, and begins dragging him to the door.

 

“Alright, alright. I’m comin’. Slow down,” Kuboyasu laughs, following him. Once they arrive downstairs, Kaidou only squeezes his hand tighter as they approach his dad.

 

“What do you need us for?” he asks, looking a bit nervous. Mr. Kaidou glances at their intertwined fingers and smiles softly. 

 

“How many people are coming?” he asks.

 

Kaidou squints at the wall, mentally counting. “Eight more, other than us,” he says after a moment. Then he glances at Kuboyasu. “Hey, Teruhashi-san invited someone, right? I forgot who,” he says sheepishly.

 

Kuboyasu bites his lip but nods. “That freshman girl, Rifuta Imu.”

 

“O-oh are they friends?” His eyes are wide, cheeks slightly red. “They’re, like, the cutest girls in school,” he tells his dad, embarrassed. Mr. Kaidou nods in understanding, looking amused.

 

“Yeah, they’re friends,” Kuboyasu says cautiously, not wanting to give away their feelings—he’s sure Rifuta reciprocates, from what he’s seen of her: it’s obvious. “And they aren’t that cute,” he mutters just loud enough that Kaidou can hear but his father can’t, glancing at his boyfriend. “You’re cuter than ‘em, Shun.”

 

Kaidou goes bright red and whips his head around. “Huh? You t-think I’m cuter than Teruhashi-san?”

 

“Easily,” Kuboyasu says nonchalantly, cheeks pink as he squeezes his hand.

 

The boy blushes intensely and stares at the ground, not daring to look at his dad, but the man just snorts. “You two are funny,” he chuckles.

 

“W-what? No, we aren’t!” his son yelps defensively. “Aren’s just embarrassing,” he whines. It doesn’t seem genuine, however, because he leans closer to his boyfriend, pressing his back into his chest and waiting for arms to wrap around him—perhaps he only does this because he’s flustered, though.

 

Kuboyasu looks a little surprised, hesitantly moving to hold him; Kaidou wiggles closer, warmth flooding through him. “Please, you can’t say I’m embarrassing then pull this shit,” Kuboyasu scoffs, although his tone is amused and his cheeks are red.

 

“Really can’t keep away from him, huh, Shun?” Mr. Kaidou teases, crossing his arms and staring at his son with a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. Kaidou squeaks in embarrassment, turning to hide his face in Kuboyasu’s shoulder.

 

“S-stop ganging up on me!” he whimpers, face beet red. “Can we just start with preparing already?”

 

His dad nods, although the laughter in his gaze hasn’t faded. “Your mom already cleaned earlier, make sure to thank her later: she wasn’t all too pleased about people coming over. Other than that, there’s not much to prepare: I was just going to pick up some food, find a nice restaurant and order enough for everyone. If you two could just figure out the plans for once everyone is here, that’d be nice.”

 

They exchange a glance, Kaidou having finally raised his head and turned back around in Kuboyasu’s arms. “We were just gonna eat and hang out,” Kuboyasu says, a little confused. Kaidou nods in agreement.

 

“Ah, so nothing special? Alright, that works, I suppose. Just make sure to keep it down if you can, Shun, your mother and sister are working. And please, if Toki decides to come downstairs, treat him well, okay? Even if your friends and boyfriend are over, he’s still your younger brother and this is his house: include him.” Here, he begins to sound more like Kaidou’s mother: they are similar, Kuboyasu realizes, although his father is much kinder overall, and doesn’t seem too strict unless it’s something important.

 

Kaidou nods. “Of course we will! He loves Aren,” he laughs, glancing at his boyfriend. 

 

Kuboyasu smiles sheepishly, scratching his cheek. “Just because of you,” he says, embarrassed. “You always make me sound so cool.”

 

“That’s because you are!” Kaidou exclaims, turning to glance at him. “You’re super cool!”

 

“I guess,” Kuboyasu murmurs, cheeks pink, although he looks pleased. Kaidou stares at him with wide eyes, then grins, reaching up to brush some hair out of his eyes.

 

“You’re awesome,” he says softly, standing on his toes and leaning in somewhat, only for Kuboyasu to gently push him away with a pointed glance at his father. “O-oh! Papa, I f-forgot about you!” Red blooms on his cheeks.

 

With a small shake of his head, Mr. Kaidou looks embarrassed, for once. “I didn’t mean to intrude, sorry. Just…be careful, okay? I already know, of course, but you’ll need to stay cautious around your friends if you want to keep this a secret.” He seems nervous, worried for his son. 

 

Kaidou nods, biting his lip. “We will. But, um, I wanted to ask if Aren could stay the night?” His voice cracks a little: now that they’re dating, Kaidou’s dad might be suspicious.

 

Sure enough, the man narrows his eyes. “I don’t know…Shun, let’s talk for a moment.” He gestures for Kaidou to follow him. “Give us a moment, Kuboyasu.”

 

Reluctantly, Kaidou leaves his boyfriend’s arms. His heart pounds, anxiety surging through him: just what does his dad want to talk to him about? Surely it’s something embarrassing, probably about them sharing a bed now that they’re dating. His face heats up and he shoots Kuboyasu a nervous glance, but the boy nods reassuringly, so Kaidou follows his dad.

 

Mr. Kaidou sighs once they’re alone, looking awkward and hesitant. Kaidou nibbles on his lip, rubbing his wrists anxiously, a habit he’s picked up from tugging on his bandages. “So…You’re growing up, and now you’re dating someone, and as your father, it’s my job to…talk to you about this,” he begins. Kaidou holds his breath, unable to speak, and he continues. “I trust you, of course, however, I’m not sure about…sleeping alone with your boyfriend. 

 

“Although you are getting older, you’re still young. It’s not my place to speak on this, that depends on you and Kuboyasu’s boundaries, however, if you decide to do…anything you shouldn’t be doing at this age, then—”

 

Kaidou yelps loudly, hiding his burning face in his hands and unintentionally interrupting his dad, who hesitates. 

 

“It’s your choice, of course, but—”

 

“ Papa !” Kaidou screeches, finally finding his voice. “S-stop!”

 

Mr. Kaidou frowns, but pauses.

 

“W-we’re not—No! Aren and I, we’re just…we’re not interested in that!” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m…H-he said I’m, um, something called asexual.” 

 

To Kaidou’s relief, his father seems to realize what the word means without needing an explanation, yet he looks kind of concerned. He hums to himself, brows furrowing. “And is he, too?”

 

Kaidou’s face grows even hotter, if that’s possible. His heart hammers, and little embarrassed tears begin to build. “K-kind of? He said he was on the spectrum, but I don’t really know what that means…”

 

His father sighs once more. “I support you two, but I don’t really understand…All of this LGBT stuff, it’s a lot.”

 

“Y-yeah, I don’t understand either,” Kaidou admits. “I didn’t even know I could like guys and girls…”

 

His dad glances at him, a little surprised, then gently pats him on the shoulder. “We’ll figure it out eventually. I don’t mind it, of course, I just need to get used to it, you know?” Kaidou nods. “Back to topic…If he’s also like that and respects you, then it’s alright, but regardless—”

 

“Papa!” Kaidou cries. “That’s enough! A-Aren’s a gentleman, and we don’t want to do anything!” He’s never been this embarrassed in his life ! Kaidou shakes his head, staring at the ground and finally dropping his hands from his face, crossing them over his chest instead. “I promise, we just cuddle,” he whispers. “I just…it’s nice. H-he’s, um, really strong and warm.” Internally, he’s panicking: admitting this to anyone, especially his father!? But it’s better to reassure him and ensure a conversation like this will never happen again. Still, how is he supposed to face Kuboyasu after this?

 

His father stares at him. There’s a gentle warmth to his gaze: affection. “Okay,” he finally says, voice soft. “He can stay over.”

 

Kaidou swallows a lump in his throat, shrinking in on himself as he wipes tears from his eyes. “Thank you,” he chokes. Truly, he gets emotional anytime he has to discuss something serious, and it kind of sucks, but his dad wraps him up in a warm hug. It’s not the same as Kuboyasu’s hugs—those are special—but it’s comforting nonetheless, and he goes limp. “I really love him, Papa,” he whispers. “A lot.”

 

“I know,” Mr. Kaidou murmurs. 

 

“I don’t even know when it happened, b-but now I don’t think I could live without him. He’s always said he’d only devote himself to one person, and…do you think he means me?” he breathes. Normally, he wouldn’t even dare to assume something like that, but…it makes a lot of sense.

 

“I do,” his dad replies honestly. 

 

Kaidou sucks in a shaky breath. “But what if it doesn’t work out? I’m really scared,” he whispers. Now that he’s begun speaking, he can’t stop, emotions spilling out of him. “We could stop being boyfriends, a-and maybe he starts hating me or something and we can’t even be friends after that because it’s so awkward!” He begins spiraling, anxiety getting the better of him, only to gasp as his dad squeezes him tightly, bringing him back to reality.

 

“Shun, look at me.” Kaidou raises his head, sniffling, and they meet eyes. “That boy…he really cares about you. I can tell from how he looks at you, he’d never do anything to hurt you. He’s not the type.”

 

“But—”

 

“I promise. Obviously, every relationship has its ups and downs, but if something happened, it probably wouldn’t be on purpose—just give it time and talk it out. You’re spending too much time worrying about the future, you need to live in the present.” His tone is rather strict now, and Kaidou whimpers. “Go back to him, talk to him. Hell, just spend time with him: you’ll feel better.” He unwraps his arms, pointing down the hall in Kuboyasu’s direction. “Go. Enjoy your time now before everyone comes over.”

 

Rubbing tears from his eyes, Kaidou nods with a small sniff. “Okay. Um, thank you…For this, and letting my friends come and the food and everything.”

 

His dad smiles at him. “You don’t need to thank me. And it’ll be alright, I promise.”

 

“Yeah,” Kaidou murmurs, trying to convince himself. He smiles a little awkwardly, then steps away, heading back to where they’d left Kuboyasu. As soon as his boyfriend spots him, he grins.

 

“So? What’d he say, can I stay over?” he asks, excitement dancing in his eyes. Kaidou can’t help but smile at the sight and nods, pulling Kuboyasu into an unexpected hug, burying his face in his shirt. “Woah, Shun,” Kuboyasu laughs, caught off guard but hugging him back. 

 

Kaidou grins to himself. “I love you,” he mumbles, finally leaning away after a few seconds.

 

Kuboyasu looks surprised but pleased. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but what’s this about?” 

 

Kaidou shrugs. “I don’t know. You looked huggable,” he replies, blushing as he plays with his bandages.

 

“Huggable,” Kuboyasu repeats, smiling at his smaller boyfriend, eyes scanning over his body. Without warning, he bends down, picking Kaidou up in his arms and easily flipping him over to hold him bridal style, their faces close together.

 

“W-what the hell!?” Kaidou giggles, heart fluttering: his dad was right, just being around Kuboyasu boosts his spirits.

 

His boyfriend shrugs, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. “You also look huggable.”

 

Kaidou blushes. “You can’t use my word against me!” he complains, though his huge grin doesn’t leave his face.

 

“Too bad.” Kuboyasu smirks, then begins walking.

 

“W-where are you t-taking me?” Kaidou asks, voice shaking with laughter. “Aren!” 

 

Kuboyasu glances at him, then leans in once more, kissing him on the lips, this time. Kaidou wraps his arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and feeling a smile against his mouth. After a few seconds, though, he leans away—after all, they’re still in the middle of his house, and he doesn’t want to risk any more family members finding out. Kuboyasu continues staring at him, then leans in again, but Kaidou gently pushes him away, glancing around the house meaningfully. “Ah, right.” 

 

His boyfriend readjusts his grip, then carries Kaidou up the stairs, opening the door to his room and locking it behind them. Then, he gazes at Kaidou, unfiltered affection in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, a wisp of a smile spreading across his lips. Kaidou’s face heats up, and he shoves it into his hands, but then Kuboyasu sets him on his bed, sitting in front of him.  “Shun, look at me,” he says softly. When Kaidou does, he gently grabs his chin, leaning in to kiss him once again. “You’re amazing,” he whispers into his lips.

 

The kiss is gentle, loving, and just how Kaidou likes it—Kuboyasu always seems to know what he likes best, pushing him down onto the bed into a more comfortable position. The boy’s hands reach under his shirt, causing Kaidou to gasp and squirm, and he hears a low chuckle. Fingers brush along his torso, calluses scratching along his skin, up his body and back down again, and he involuntarily shudders, melting into the touch, heart pounding rapidly. “You alright with this, baby?” Kuboyasu breathes against his lips, fingers stopping near his waist, moving to tug on the hem of his shirt. 

 

Kaidou squeezes his eyes shut even tighter than before, breathing heavily. “Yeah…” Embarrassment surges through him when he hears the pet name, but then Kuboyasu kisses him briefly, which somewhat calms him.

 

“No, I meant, um…If you were alright with me taking your shirt off.” 

 

Overcome with a wave of surprise, Kaidou’s eyes shoot open. “H-huh!?” His cheeks flush even darker as he realizes just how close he and Kuboyasu are, although it makes sense because they were kissing, after all. 

 

Kuboyasu shifts a little, looking regretful and embarrassed, unable to meet his gaze. “Sorry, I-I shouldn’t have asked that…Probably not, right?”

 

Biting his lip, Kaidou hesitates, recalling the feeling of Kuboyasu’s arms around him that night he was sick, the scars and hard muscle of his arms against his bare skin. Truly, it felt nice, nicer than he’d ever admit; it feels just as nice when his boyfriend touches him like how he does, all gentle and lovingly. Yeah, it’s embarrassing, but so is awkwardly squirming as he gets kissed into his bed. If Kuboyasu wants this, he doesn’t see a problem with it—anything past this might be uncomfortable, but this is alright, it’s just taking his shirt off. He stares up at his boyfriend, eyes not leaving his face. 

 

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, voice shaking a little. Kuboyasu blinks down at him, looking doubtful, but Kaidou pulls him back into a kiss, feeling a small sense of pride as his boyfriend’s eyes widen in surprise. To his disappointment, Kuboyasu pulls away.

 

“Shun, I don’t want to force you into this…” He looks worried, as though he can’t quite believe Kaidou would want this, too. “Are you sure?”

 

Kaidou huffs. “You’re ruining the moment!” Kuboyasu still hovers above him in concern, holding himself up to keep his weight from falling on Kaidou and crushing him, which Kaidou is, admittedly, grateful for. “Aren,” he whines. “It’s okay, come on!” He cringes at how annoying he sounds, yet Kuboyasu seems to finally believe him, pressing their lips together once more as his hands snake under Kaidou’s shirt, fingers grazing his skin as it’s tugged over his head, discarded somewhere on the floor. 

 

With his shirt gone, Kuboyasu’s hands roam his body freely as they kiss. Kaidou whimpers as his thumbs rub small circles on his hips, just above his shorts. After a few moments he’s panting into Kuboyasu’s mouth, fingers grasping at his shirt in an attempt to bring him closer. “Shun…” Kuboyasu mumbles into the kiss, and Kaidou feels his already hammering heart skip a beat at how his boyfriend says his name, like he’s the best thing in the world. 

 

Then, Kuboyasu breaks it off to sit up, practically straddling Kaidou’s hips. He’s breathing hard, yet peels off his own shirt easily, only to continue staring down at Kaidou. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, eyes traveling over the boy’s exposed chest. Kaidou whimpers a little in embarrassment, still catching his breath. “I still can’t believe you’re mine.” And then he leans in again, bare skin now pressing against Kaidou’s, who doesn’t hesitate to kiss him back, arms wrapping around his neck and tangling in his hair in an attempt to pull him closer. 

 

Eventually, they break apart, Kaidou wheezing as he struggles for breath. Kuboyasu moves off of him and stares at him for a few seconds in awe, causing Kaidou to blush even harder. After a moment, Kuboyasu’s arms slink around his body and pull him close, apparently having had enough. He buries his face in Kaidou’s hair, quickly catching his breath and just holding the boy, even once Kaidou’s recovered. The boy squirms in his arms but doesn't protest, a leg being slung over Kuboyasu’s hips as he sighs happily, smiling. “Aren, that was…” He trails off, not knowing how to continue. 

 

Kuboyasu raises his head, returning the smile, then leans in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It was amazing,” he agrees softly. “You’re a good kisser.” He smirks, simply having made that comment to see how flustered his boyfriend gets; sure enough, Kaidou squeaks, hiding his face in his skin. Kuboyasu can feel the warmth of his cheeks against his chest, yet he doesn’t mind it, ruffling the boy’s fluffy hair with a light chuckle. He savors the feeling of Kaidou’s smooth skin pressed up against his, pulling him closer and readjusting to rest his cheek on a pillow, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over them. 

 

Kaidou shifts to look up at him, his eyes wide with wonder and adoration. “You’re the best boyfriend ever,” he whispers with a big smile. “This is…really nice.” Kuboyasu tenses as he runs his hand over the hard muscles of his arm, the boy’s eyes sparkling with awe. Really, kissing was great, but this…it’s better, somehow. Now that they aren’t actively using energy, Kaidou can finally enjoy how his boyfriend’s muscular body feels, how the countless scars scratch his skin every time Kuboyasu shifts, yet he doesn’t mind it—it’s soothing in a way, similar to the roughness of his fingers.

 

He must be really weird to prefer cuddling over kissing. Maybe it’s another asexual thing, but he mostly enjoys kissing because Kuboyasu seems to love it so much—by itself, kissing’s just okay. But seeing Kuboyasu like that, so passionate yet gentle at the same time…it’s nice. Obviously, Kaidou knows he doesn’t feel quite the same way, but he doesn’t dislike it in any way, or even mind it at all—it feels good, and if it means Kuboyasu will take both their shirts off and cuddle him, that makes it even better. Still, it’s embarrassing how nice this is, but perhaps it’s just the presence of skin against his that soothes him. Also, being able to really feel the strong muscles that make him feel so protected is just another layer of comfort.

 

Kuboyasu’s body radiates a gentle warmth, too. Kaidou’s never felt this comfortable in his life, snuggled up in his boyfriend’s arms, Kuboyasu almost curled around him, holding him so close there’s no space between them. As a hand gently combs through Kaidou’s hair, he whines a little, shifting. His cheeks heat up as the noise accidentally escapes, but Kuboyasu just kisses his hair, exhaling deeply. “I love you, Shun,” he says in that low, soothing voice, and Kaidou just sinks further into his arms, completely limp, eyes shut and mind blank. 

 

“I love you, too,” he murmurs, yawning. Really, he shouldn’t be tired, yet Kuboyasu’s warm presence combined with being this comfortable makes him feel like he’s about to drift off. Not that he wants to, of course—he’d much rather stay awake, half conscious, and savor this moment—but he might not have a choice.

 

Kuboyasu leans close to kiss his forehead, lips lingering. “Tired?”

 

“Just a little sleepy. You’re really comfy, how can I not be?” He glances up, flashing a soft smile, but Kuboyasu instead kisses him on the lips: a gentle, brief peck. Kaidou blushes, feeling a surge of embarrassment.

 

“You can take a nap,” Kuboyasu says softly. “I’m pretty tired, too. Or sleepy, as you say,” he teases. 

 

Kaidou huffs. “Tired and sleepy are different things. Being tired is when you’re physically or mentally exhausted, sleepy is feeling like you're about to fall asleep.”

 

Kuboyasu frowns, then kisses him once more, smiling. “You’re so cute.”

 

Cheeks heating up, Kaidou looks away. 

 

“Take a nap, sleepy,” Kuboyasu says warmly, kissing his skin and readjusting his grip. “I’ll wake you up.”

 

“But I want to enjoy this…” Kaidou hugs him, arms wrapped around his torso, feeling the smooth muscles under his arms—he’s tempted to take off his bandages just to experience it fully. “It’s really peaceful.”

 

Kuboyasu strokes his hair, running his fingers through it gently, avoiding any tangles. “You’re right.” He sighs contentedly. “Do you wanna talk, or should I leave you alone?”

 

“Keep talking.” Kaidou smiles a little. “I love your voice,” he admits, blushing. “It’s really, um, soothing.”

 

Brows rising a little, Kuboyasu blinks at him, then also smiles, face flushed pink. “Ah, alright…Uh, what do you wanna talk about, then?”

 

Kaidou yawns again, snuggling closer. “Tell a story about your gang.”

 

Kuboyasu looks thoughtful for a moment. “Y’know…Would you like to meet them?” 

 

“Huh!?” Kaidou raises his head, beaming, practically trembling with excitement, no sign of his earlier sleepiness. “Really!? Are you offering!?”

 

“Yeah, well, I was thinkin’... I haven’t seen ‘em in a while, and have wanted to introduce you. I think you’d like them, they’re awesome.” He grins, leaning in to kiss Kaidou’s nose, and the boy blushes.

 

He smiles back, happiness dancing in his eyes. “Yes! That sounds so fun!” he exclaims. Then his face drops a little, overcome with worry. “Are they okay, though? I don’t want you to get hurt if something happens…Now that you aren’t a delinquent anymore.”

 

Kuboyasu blinks at him, brows furrowed—Kaidou’s worried about him ? Really? “They’re fine, Shun, you don’t have to worry about them, we’re close friends. Nobody will get hurt, especially me.” 

 

“I know, but they’re all scary…” Kaidou whispers, and it becomes clear that he’s actually scared, himself. “You’re different because you’re you , but…” He whimpers a little, pressing his face against Kuboyasu’s chest. “I mean, o-of course, I can protect us—I am the Jet Black Wings, after all—but not without unleashing Black Beat and destroying the world,” he says worriedly.

 

Kuboyasu ruffles his hair, his other hand tracing over his smooth skin, causing Kaidou to shudder at his touch, before their lips meet in a short kiss. “I promise it’ll be alright. You won’t have to use your powers.” Truly, he has no problem with Kaidou’s fantasies—he finds them adorable and entertaining; plus, Kaidou often says he’ll protect Kuboyasu, which makes the boy’s heart warm. Even though they both know the powers aren’t real, it’s still sweet that Kaidou wants to protect him.

 

“Okay,” Kaidou finally agrees. “I do want to meet them, they seem cool. Of course, not as cool as you, but still cool.” He grins at Kuboyasu, closing his eyes as he does, and the boy’s heart skips a beat, a hot flush spreading across his face.

 

“Fuck,” he breathes, not looking Kaidou in the eyes. “You’re cool,” he mutters mostly to himself, but Kaidou must’ve heard because he smiles a little shyly, affection spreading throughout his chest. Seeing Kuboyasu flustered is definitely still strange, especially when he’s the one flustering him, but it’s adorable. “A-anyway, I’ll take you later, I guess. Not today, but maybe tomorrow.”

 

Kaidou beams once more, and Kuboyasu bites the inside of his cheek, eyes wandering over him; the blanket has fallen slightly, exposing parts of his back and legs. Kaidou blinks, confused, then goes bright red. He sinks further in his boyfriend’s arms with a small huff, hugging him tightly and wiggling a little to get comfortable.

 

“Hey,” Kuboyasu chuckles, finally glancing at Kaidou, although Kaidou’s face is buried in his chest.

 

“Stop staring,” he mumbles, heart pounding with embarrassment.

 

Kuboyasu’s eyes go wide. “I…didn’t know you noticed.” He looks equally flustered now, but manages to sheepishly add, “You’re really beautiful.” Kaidou’s cheeks grow even hotter, and Kuboyasu hesitates a moment before impulsively whispering, “Shun, I’m in love with you.”

 

Kaidou’s voice squeaks as he yelps, “Huh?”

 

”I-I know I should’ve waited ‘til at least the first date for that, and we’ve been together for, like, less than an hour, but fuck, Shun, I’m so in love with you. Like, I can’t think of anything else when we’re together, and even when we aren’t, you’re the only thing I can think of. I’ve been so obsessed with you for months , and now we’re finally dating and I just wanna say that fuck I’m in love with you! I have been for weeks, and I know you probably aren’t on the same level, but I had to say it. I want to be with you forever, as your boyfriend, and, like, kiss you and cuddle with you and hold your hand and just be with you and shit, it’s insane.” He laughs loudly, as though he can’t believe what he’s saying, then takes a quick breath to continue.

 

“Every time we wake up together, all I can think of is how much I want it to stay that way, and how much it would break me if we couldn’t. And whenever we’re going to sleep and you’re curled up with me like a fucking kitten it’s so god damn cute. I’d do anything for you, Shun, literally anything, I’m yours. You could hate me and I’d still love you, I’d still dream of you and of us getting married and living together forever and getting a cat named—”

 

“Aren!” Kaidou squeaks, finally interrupting him. “W-what?” It’s not that he didn’t understand—he does, he definitely does—but how is this real? Kuboyasu wanting to marry him? To move in together and adopt a cat, which he’s apparently already named? Does he really mean all of that?

 

Kuboyasu takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, then meets Kaidou’s gaze. He looks calm, but his eyes are blazing with passion and pure, unadulterated love. “I mean it,” he says firmly. “I want to marry you, Shun. I will, now, if you want, but you probably don’t, so—”

 

“Huh!? But w-we’re not even adults!”

 

“Exactly. But I love you so fucking much. You’re so beautiful and yet adorable at the same time, like, shit, have you seen yourself? Those little freckles are cute as hell and your lips are so soft and you’re just so small it’s adorable. I really want a cat ‘cause you remind me of them and I think it’d be adorable but if you don’t want one, then that’s alright, but I think you’d get along well and it could sleep with us and we’d be like a little family. Speaking of families, do you want kids? Like, we could adopt—”

 

“Aren!” Kaidou whines, his burning face shoved into his hands. “S-stop! What are you even talking about!?”

 

Kuboyasu blinks at him, pausing momentarily, then smiles a little. “You, obviously.” He pries Kaidou’s hands away from his face, then kisses him softly, whispering, “We need to plan our honeymoon,” into his lips, which causes the boy to squeak in surprise, cheeks on fire.

 

“Y-you—I—” He stutters for a moment, failing to find words, before finally just whimpering, “Aren…” as he melts into the kiss, hugging his boyfriend tightly, feeling smooth muscles shifting under his arms. Kuboyasu kisses him gently, hands combing through his hair and touching his bare skin. It feels nice, of course, but after a minute or two, Kaidou hesitantly pushes him away, his growing anxiety making it hard to enjoy. 

 

“Hm?” Kuboyasu stares at him, surprised, breath ghosting over Kaidou’s lips, still, having not moved away much. “You alright?” 

 

Kaidou bites his lip, blinking up at him helplessly. “I, um…” He goes red, but can’t move, instead averting his gaze in embarrassment. “Yeah.” Guilt surges through him as Kuboyasu’s expression turns from curiosity to worry, and he leans away, a frown shaping his lips as his eyes narrow.

 

“Are you sure? I-is it something I did? Or said? Shit, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Shun!” His eyes are wide with panic, and it seems as though he’s come to the conclusion that it’s his fault.

 

Kaidou shakes his head rapidly. “N-no, it’s not—I just…” He hesitates, unsure of what to say and nervous. “Can we just, um, cuddle? Or something? T-this is all kind of new, and it’s weird and scary… It’s not your fault, a-and I like it, it’s just different from what I’m used to!” he says quickly, words blending together. He’s too scared to say it, but Kuboyasu saying all that stuff just minutes ago about wanting to marry him and possibly adopt kids…it shook him. 

 

He’s not used to this, to someone caring so deeply about him that a future like that is what he’d been dreaming about. Of course, he isn’t opposed to the idea, but… “And, um…Can we slow down?” he adds, voice barely a whisper. First, his father finds out, then Kuboyasu says all of that, and now they’re making out shirtless in bed? He originally said it was alright, and he enjoys it, of course—the latter, that is—but now this all feels too sudden, as though it could end just as quickly as it started. He wasn’t even aware that he actually liked Kuboyasu this way until a day or so ago!

 

His boyfriend’s eyes widen, and he feels a surge of anger, but not towards Kaidou: towards himself. Kuboyasu quickly rolls off of him, putting a bit of distance between the two of them—something rare, since they’re almost always clinging to each other. He should’ve been paying attention to Kaidou’s feelings, made sure he was alright with all this! He definitely shouldn’t have confessed all that shit about his dreams for their future—not dreams, plans —because now Kaidou’s scared! Or at least nervous. He shouldn’t be, not of Kuboyasu. Calm down , he reminds himself, meeting his boyfriend’s shifting gaze and not wanting to further scare him.

 

Slowly, he reaches for Kaidou’s hand, squeezing it gently. The boy has pulled the blanket back over himself so that the only visible skin was his face, and by his blush, it’s obvious he’s embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Shun, I…I should’ve been paying more attention to you. I was so happy you liked me back, I didn’t realize you were uncomfortable…” 

 

Kaidou’s eyes flash—with fear, almost? Or perhaps it was something else. “I’m not! I’m really not! I like this, but…” He rolls over onto his side, grabbing a pillow and hugging it nervously, although to Kuboyasu, he still looks adorable. “I-I just…don’t want to lose it. You, I mean. Us.”

 

Kuboyasu’s heart swells. Us? They’re an “us” now? “Oh,” he says softly, failing to fight the smile forming. “Yeah…I don’t want to lose us either.” He bites his lip, hesitating a moment and internally wondering whether this is okay, then leans in to kiss Kaidou’s cheek—the one not pressed into a pillow. “You’re right,” he says once he moves away, voice firm. “Take it slow. Holding hands, first dates, flowers.”

 

Kaidou smiles bashfully and looks away, cheeks crimson, yet he’s flooded with relief. Sure, he’d known Kuboyasu would understand, but he’d still been worried. 

 

“Does this mean you’re gonna put your shirt back on?” Kuboyasu asks after a second, looking upset.

 

Despite being overcome with embarrassment, Kaidou can’t help the short laugh that escapes his lips. Well, really, it was a combination of a snort and a choke, but he’d never admit that out loud. Kaidou pulls the blanket higher over himself, then tugs his boyfriend closer from their intertwined hands. “You’re an idiot, Aren,” he huffs, flustered.

 

The boy grins, then snuggles under the blanket next to Kaidou, arms wrapping around him almost immediately. Kaidou blushes as he presses his face into his neck, taking a deep breath and kissing his hair. “You, too. You’re a really huggable idiot.” 

 

“Don’t make fun of me!” Kaidou protests, though his voice sounds more whiny than he’d intended. 

 

“It’s a good word,” Kuboyasu chuckles, twirling a finger in Kaidou’s hair. “I promise.” He leans over to peck the boy on the cheek, as if sealing the vow with a kiss. Kaidou giggles softly, turning his head slightly to return it. 

 

“Fine.” He shifts a little, squirming in his boyfriend’s arms and sighing happily. Kuboyasu stares at him lovingly with wide, sparkling eyes, head resting on his chest. The feeling makes Kaidou’s heart hammer and his cheeks hot, but happiness bubbles in his chest, a warm feeling of contentment spreading throughout him. “Hey, ‘Ren?” he mumbles lazily, stifling a yawn.

 

Kuboyasu presses a soft kiss to his lips, hand stroking his hair. “Hm?”

 

Kaidou raises his head a little to meet his eyes, cheeks pink. “You owe me a Disney marathon tonight, in case you’d forgotten.”

 

His boyfriend frowns, then smiles. “‘Kay. Sounds fun.” He kisses Kaidou’s cheek softly. “Long as I got you all to myself,” he adds, lips lingering on the skin. Kaidou shivers.

 

“Y-yeah, alright. If you want…” he replies awkwardly, cheeks on fire and too flustered to think of a good response.

 

Kuboyasu raises his head, chin resting on his chest, looking a little confused. “You okay, Shun?” He’s afraid that he made Kaidou uncomfortable, that that comment was too far, but his boyfriend smiles a little.

 

“Yep.” From somewhere, he pulls out a book—perhaps it was on his nightstand?---hugging Kuboyasu around the shoulders and resting his head against him. “Let’s just chill for a bit.”

 

His boyfriend gazes at him for a moment before relaxing; he wraps his leg around Kaidou, pulling him closer and holding him, still lying against him. A soft smile forms on his lips, and he snuggles into the boy’s neck, Kaidou’s hair tickling his cheek. “Alright.” Kuboyasu closes his eyes, warmth and comfort flooding through him as he feels the boy’s chest slowly rising and falling with every breath. “I love you,” he whispers, sighing happily. “You’re so perfect.”

 

Kaidou bites the inside of his cheek, glancing over at Kuboyasu, who’s moved once more and is now staring at him, enamored. Dark violet eyes scan every part of his face, lingering on his eyes, then lips, then back up as their gazes meet.  “I love you, too,” Kaidou says happily, trying not to let his embarrassment get to him. 

 

Kuboyasu grins, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “Fucking adore you. You’re the best.”

 

The boy blushes, looking away as heat rushes to his cheeks, only to suck in a sharp breath as Kuboyasu’s hand brushes his torso. It was obviously purposeful, despite Kuboyasu’s innocent smile, and Kaidou huffs, opening his mouth to respond, only for Kuboyasu to brush his thumbs up his torso, rough fingers rubbing small circles and brushing every inch of soft skin. Kaidou has to bite back a whimper as his boyfriend traces his ribcage, squirming in place.

 

“Shun,” Kuboyasu chides, a gleam in his eyes. “Read your book.”

 

The boy pouts a little, too embarrassed to reply. There’s no way he could possibly focus on reading when Kuboyasu is cuddled up to him like this, acting all cute and innocent yet tracing his skin like that. He’d consider it out of character for the boy, but he doesn’t, since Kuboyasu’s been full of surprises recently—which, of course, Kaidou’s grateful for as most, if not all, have been amazing. Still, he sighs, ears hot, and tries to focus on his book as his boyfriend takes his hand under the blanket, fingers tracing his knuckles gently and nuzzling his neck. 

 

“It’s raining,” Kuboyasu murmurs after maybe five minutes of Kaidou failing miserably at reading. He hasn’t moved from where he was, but now pushes himself up to peck Kaidou on the lips.

 

Flustered, the boy glances out his window, not daring to look at Kuboyasu. A smile spreads across his face as he realizes his boyfriend’s right—raindrops stream down the glass, and he watches them with wide eyes. “I love the rain,” he sighs happily. “It’s so relaxing.”

 

Kuboyasu agrees with a small laugh. “It is.” He pulls Kaidou into a short kiss, lasting a few seconds this time, then sinks back against him, leaving the boy with pink cheeks and a wide grin.

 

After possibly half an hour—though it was probably a lot shorter—Kaidou finally sets his book down. His eyes dart over to Kuboyasu’s face, taking in every feature: his tanned skin, the way his glasses sit crooked on his nose, his thin, slightly chapped lips. His cheek is still pressed into Kaidou’s bare chest, eyes closed; his lashes are long, Kaidou notes with a small smile to himself. He notices the imperfections—a small, pink scar under his lip, little bits of stubble clinging to his chin, acne dotting parts of his face, and even the black eye that hasn’t quite healed. None of it makes him any less attractive, however.

 

As he stares, Kaidou observes more little things: mostly more scars he somehow hadn’t seen before, probably since he wasn’t close enough. He remembers the numerous scars on his boyfriend’s chest—or rather, feels them—and wonders just how many he has. Maybe he’ll count one day, and Kuboyasu will tell him each individual story of how he got them. That’d be nice… At least Kuboyasu isn’t playing with him anymore, teasing him with those little touches.

 

Kaidou sighs, tucking his boyfriend’s head under his chin. Kuboyasu mumbles something incoherent, snuggling closer, and Kaidou wonders if he’s asleep—his loosened grip, slow breaths, and the fact that he hasn’t spoken in a while suggest he probably is. Still, for good measure, Kaidou whispers, “Aren?” No response. Kaidou smiles to himself, wondering how his boyfriend always manages to fall asleep so quickly—it’s like a superpower at this point. Not to mention the fact that he wakes up just as easily.

 

Kuboyasu’s leg is still slung over his waist, not quite spooning him, but still cradling him close. The feeling sends a flutter through Kaidou’s heart as he smiles to himself, allowing himself to go limp and bringing a hand up, gently playing with his boyfriend’s hair. He’s not even embarrassed anymore: partly because they’re alone, partly because Kuboyasu’s still asleep, but mostly because now that they’re in an official relationship, it doesn’t feel like a lie. It feels serious, real; like his mother taught him, it’s only alright to hold hands with girlfriends. Of course, he hasn’t gotten over that rule, just changed it to “girlfriends and boyfriends” in order to accommodate their relationship. He finally feels truly comfortable.

 

Then again, he doubts his mom would allow this either—being alone with his boyfriend in his locked bedroom, not to mention the shirtless part—but she’s never stressed that, as she’s never had a reason to. Thankfully his father, despite knowing they’re in a relationship, doesn’t seem to care quite as much, minus that awkward conversation earlier. Kaidou tries to push the memory out of his mind, not letting it invade his safe space. It’s still raining outside, though it’s slowed to a light drizzle. 

 

The sound of Kuboyasu’s muffled snores combined with the gentle pitter-patter of rain makes Kaidou smile. He feels so…at peace right now, eyes drooping a little but gaze lingering on his boyfriend as he sleeps, warmth flooding through his heart. Kuboyasu is beautiful: there’s no other way to put it. With that thought, he gives in to the cozy feeling of sleepiness, closing his eyes.

Chapter 18

Notes:

last chapter—16.6k words. thank you guys for all of the positive comments, this has truly been a journey worth treasuring even if it didn't end how i'd wished. appreciate you all

one day i may post jojo fics but i'm not sure yet, if anyone's interested lmk, they'll probably be focused around part 5, everyone lives/nobody dies found family-esque. enjoy <3

Kuboyasu yawns, shifting a little and stretching as he rubs his eyes blearily. Under him, Kaidou snores softly, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Kuboyasu raises his head from where it’d been resting on his chest, leaning up to kiss the boy’s cheek, affection flooding through him. He hopes Kaidou’s having a good dream. A small part of Kuboyasu wishes he’s dreaming about him , but it’s more likely that he’s fighting the Dark Reunion. Kuboyasu chuckles quietly, warmth spreading through his chest at the idea.

 

He rolls onto his side, taking in the sight of his boyfriend, still asleep. By the sound of it, it’s still raining outside, so they couldn’t have been sleeping for too long. As if triggered by his thoughts, Kaidou begins stirring, curling up a little and mumbling something. The only thing Kuboyasu can make out is his own name, which causes his heart to give a little flutter. “Hey,” he whispers, beginning to stroke his boyfriend’s hair. Kaidou hums happily, melting into his hand.

 

“I had the best dream,” he breathes. He turns, opening his eyes, ruby gaze warm and sleepy; as he scans Kuboyasu’s chest and face, his cheeks grow almost as red. “We were, um…” he trails off, obviously distracted. 

 

“Go on,” Kuboyasu teases. If he flexed just a little, he’d never admit it, enjoying how the boy meets his eyes, pouting. Then, to his surprise, Kaidou pushes himself closer, almost on top of him. 

 

“Warm,” he murmurs, smiling to himself. “You’re warm.” He raises his head for a second, cheeks still red, then leans close and presses a kiss to Kuboyasu’s lips. They meet eyes, Kuboyasu’s heart skipping a beat as his boyfriend smiles bashfully, his cheeks pink. His own face grows hot, and he looks away in embarrassment, which Kaidou doesn’t miss. The boy looks a little confused, but then beams. “In my dream, we were fighting the Dark Reunion together. You had this giant sword, Aren, it was so cool!” he exclaims, breaking the awkward silence.

 

Kuboyasu grins back, feeling a surge of happiness, along with a little amusement: Kaidou was dreaming about him, and he was right about Dark Reunion! It makes him feel validated, as though he’s an alright enough boyfriend for being able to predict him and his obsession with the fantasy. “Did I?”

 

The boy nods, eyes sparkling. “It was really cool!” he repeats excitedly. 

 

He chuckles. “Well, I regret to inform you, but I don’t have any real giant swords.”

 

Kaidou beams. “It’s okay! You’re cool enough without one!” He hugs Kuboyasu once more, and the boy wonders why he’s in such a good mood—other than the dream, of course. Also, when did he grow so comfortable with affection? Since when is Kuboyasu the one getting flustered? Kaidou leans away, smiling a little. He looks shy, and it’s adorable. Kuboyasu had never imagined Kaidou as timid, since he’s always bragging about his Jet Black Wings persona, but it’s become quite obvious that he is , and it’s only served to make him ten times cuter.

 

“I’m glad,” he chuckles, gently pushing the boy off of him. 

 

“Huh?” Kaidou asks, confused, only to feel a muscular body curl around him. They meet eyes, and Kuboyasu kisses his nose, grinning. “O-oh!” 

 

The boy holds him close, smiling. Kaidou yawns, going limp and nuzzling his neck. “Now we can stay up all night watchin’ your movies,” Kuboyasu says, amusement in his tone. He brushes Kaidou’s cheek with his thumb, the boy melting into the touch with a soft sigh.

 

“Yeah,” he breathes, eyes fluttering shut. “Or we can just sleep forever.”

 

“C’mon, Shun,” Kuboyasu chides. “You gotta get up. Everyone’s comin’ over, right? It’s almost six.”

 

Kaidou whines. “That’s later, I wanna be with you.” Ironic, because usually he’s the one forcing Kuboyasu to get up.

 

“Shun,” he says firmly.

 

The boy meets his eyes, a slight pout to his lower lip. “I’m comfy!”

 

Of course, then, Kuboyasu sits up, picking Kaidou up as he does. His boyfriend squeaks in surprise, stiffening in his arms, the cold air a shock to his bare skin. Kuboyasu kisses his hair, setting him on the ground so they’re facing each other. “C’mon, put a shirt on, baby.” He cups the boy’s cheeks in his hands, leaning in to kiss him, heart skipping a beat as Kaidou whimpers against his lips, caught off guard. When he leans away, his boyfriend stares at him, looking slightly dazed. His eyes flutter over Kuboyasu’s face and body, face heating up, then he scrambles away, picking a shirt up off the floor. “H-hey, isn’t that mine?” Kuboyasu protests.

 

Kaidou glances at him, then smiles innocently, a twinkle in his eyes. The shirt goes past his shorts—which, to be fair, were pretty short—dragging Kuboyasu’s gaze to his thighs. “Aren!” 

 

Meeting his boyfriend’s eyes, Kuboyasu realizes he was staring. “A-ah, right. Um, sorry.” Kaidou huffs, embarrassed, only to perk up as the sound of the doorbell echoes throughout the house. 

 

“Put on a shirt, someone’s here!” He opens a drawer in his dresser, grabbing a graphic tee which Kuboyasu also recognizes as his own. 

 

“Hey, I’ve been wondering where this was!” He catches the shirt as Kaidou tosses it to him. “Shun, stop stealing my clothes!” he complains.

 

Kaidou flashes him a grin, taking his hand. “Let’s go! Then it’s movie night!”

Movie night, as it turns out, didn’t happen. Despite Kaidou’s mom’s attempt to get everyone to leave before nine, nobody paid any attention—including her husband. Really, they’d been planning to eat dinner and talk, but now Kaidou, Kuboyasu, all of their friends, Mr. Kaidou, and Toki are in his bedroom, playing video games. They have to alternate controllers due to there not being enough, but they’ve figured it out. Still, it’s almost midnight, and it’s a wonder Hairo is the only one who’s fallen asleep. 

 

Of course, they’re all tired—Rifuta is lying against Teruhashi’s shoulder, stifling another yawn. Teruhashi looks like she’s about to combust, barely holding up her perfect, calm demeanor, and nervously stroking the girl’s hair, as she’s not wearing pigtails, for once. Mera is eating snacks, yet lacking her usual enthusiasm, eyes drooping. Saiki looks bored out of his mind even more so than usual, reading a book he picked off Kaidou’s shelf while eating the coffee jelly Kaidou had promised him. Nendou, Yumehara, and Mr. Kaidou—who seems to really be enjoying himself—are the only ones playing at the moment, although Toki seems to think he is. Aiura braids Yumehara’s hair, complaining whenever she moves, which happens quite a lot. Kaidou and Kuboyasu share a blanket, slumped against each other. They aren’t very tired, mostly just bored and annoyed. 

 

“I should just ask if they wanna stay the night,” Kaidou mumbles. Kuboyasu squeezes his hand under the blanket, resisting the urge to kiss his forehead and simultaneously demand everyone leave. Instead, he just sighs, resting his head on the boy’s shoulder and allowing his eyes to flutter shut.

 

“I just wanna kiss you,” he mutters. To hear those little whines. Feel him squirming under me. He stares at the boy, dropping his hand and squeezing his thigh, watching Kaidou’s eyes widen, his hand coming up over his mouth to prevent a whimper from escaping.

 

“Aren, s-stop…” He fumbles for Kuboyasu’s hand, prying it away from his leg.

 

Kuboyasu frowns, but obliges, feeling a twinge of guilt. He shifts a little, folding his legs under himself and pressing his head under Kaidou’s chin, lying down a little. “We can still watch one or two movies when everyone’s gone,” he murmurs, changing the subject and soaking in the warmth of the boy’s body. Kaidou shoots him a small, grateful smile.

 

“Okay,” he agrees. “Thanks.”

 

Kuboyasu hums softly. It feels embarrassing lying like this in front of their friends, but it’s not like anyone’s paying attention. Plus, Kaidou is warm, and now is their time together—it’s special to him, and Kaidou hasn’t shown any sign of discomfort, anyway: if he did, of course, Kuboyasu would stop immediately, but he seems to like this. Besides, Yumehara is lying in Aiura’s lap now, which is about ten times more embarrassing than what he and Kaidou are doing. 

 

Kaidou gazes at him fondly, not even attempting to hide his affection. “Aren, y-you’re really cute,” he says quietly, blushing. His boyfriend turns, glancing up at him, looking surprised, but a pleased smile spreads across his lips after a moment. 

 

“Oh, um, thanks.” 

 

The boy looks happy despite his embarrassment. “You’re welcome.” He licks his lips for a moment, contemplating, then glances around the room, quickly kissing Kuboyasu’s hair. Cheeks red, he immediately averts his gaze as Kuboyasu stares at him in shock.

 

“Shun,” he laughs. “What was that for?” 

 

Kaidou blinks at him, then looks away again. “Uh, nothing,” he mutters, ears hot. He wraps his arms around Kuboyasu, tucking the boy’s head under his chin. “Don’t worry about it.” Then he shifts a little, biting his lip. “I wanna sit in your lap,” he breathes suddenly. “Please?”

 

Kuboyasu feels his cheeks heat up, glancing around the room. The only person looking at them is Aiura, and she's glaring at him, smirking.

 

Kaidou seems to follow his gaze, a little confused. “Why’s she looking at us?” he whispers. “A-and why is Chiyo…” He trails off, smiling a little. Good for her.

 

“Hm?” Kuboyasu frowns.

 

“Oh, um, nothing,” Kaidou says quickly. Even to his boyfriend, he can’t out Yumehara: it’s wrong.

 

Kuboyasu seems to accept it, though he sighs. “She won’t leave me alone,” he complains, glaring back at Aiura.

 

Kaidou hums, feeling a surge of guilt but hugging him. He doesn’t even feel embarrassed, though by Kuboyasu’s expression, he’s very embarrassed—yet he doesn’t say anything or attempt to move away. The thought makes Kaidou smile a little, knowing that he did that. “I’m sorry.”

 

“Not your fault,” Kuboyasu grumbles. He still looks angry, and Kaidou pulls him closer. Kuboyas sighs, taking comfort in Kaidou’s touch, wishing they were alone. “Hey, Shun?” he whispers.

 

“Yeah?” Kaidou whispers back, glancing at him.

 

“You got any more painkillers?” He touches his black eye. “Kinda got a headache.” Here, he glares at Nendou and Yumehara, who are still very competitively playing video games, and have been yelling for the past hour—the only reason Kaidou and Kuboyasu are able to talk without anyone hearing.

 

Kaidou frowns at him, looking concerned. “Are you okay?”

 

Kuboyasu shrugs, looking away, an expression of pain etched on his face. “I guess. Wanna be held.” His face flushes red, but it’s the truth. Kaidou’s eyes widen, face growing warm.

 

“O-okay!” he manages. “I, um…I’ll ask everyone to leave!”

 

“Wait, Shun!” Kuboyasu exclaims as the boy begins moving away. “Let's get the medicine.” There’s a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, and Kaidou feels his heart flutter as the boy smirks. “C’mon.”

 

Kaidou stares at him for a moment, then takes his hand, allowing Kuboyasu to pull him up. They don’t bother excusing themselves, simply leaving the room; nobody protests. As soon as Kaidou closes the door, arms hook under his legs, picking him up. He gasps in surprise, clinging to Kuboyasu, who meets his gaze, pressing a kiss to his nose. 

 

“Fucking adorable,” he mumbles, ears hot.

 

“Aren, you’re gonna hurt yourself carrying me,” Kaidou says worriedly. “P-put me down.”

 

Kuboyasu ignores him. “C’mon, baby. Medicine, then you kick everyone out, then it’s just us.” He shuts the bathroom door behind them, locking it, before pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss. Kaidou melts into it, hugging him around the neck, his fingers brushing the hair there. He feels Kuboyasu smile into his lips, hoisting him up higher. Then he drops an arm, securing Kaidou with one hand in order to grab his chin, the boy whining in his grip.

 

“Y-you need medicine,” he stammers, trying not to get lost in the kiss. “Aren…” 

 

“Fuck, Shun, stop whining like that,” Kuboyasu breathes against his lips. “Gonna be the death of me.” After a minute or so, he forces himself to lean away and open his eyes. A dazed Kaidou meets his gaze, pupils dilated. Kuboyasu sucks in a sharp breath, staring at him as Kaidou pouts, biting his red lips.

 

“Y-you messed up my hair!” he complains.

 

“It’s always messy,” Kuboyasu replies. He tilts the boy’s chin up once more, kissing his jaw. Kaidou whimpers, squirming in his grip.

 

His boyfriend stares at him for a moment, then sets him on the ground. Kaidou nearly collapses, knees jelly, but Kuboyasu steadies him, hands on his shoulders. “You alright, babe?” His voice is still slightly gruff, but his eyes shine full of concern. 

 

“Yeah,” Kaidou whispers. Tiredly, he presses himself back into the boy’s chest, catching his breath.

 

Kuboyasu seems to consider him carefully, eyes scanning over him before nodding. His arms find their way around Kaidou, hands sliding under his shirt. His fingers trace his stomach, and Kaidou exhales heavily, pulling away for a moment to tug his—Kuboyasu’s—shirt off. Kuboyasu stares at their reflection in the mirror, Kaidou’s back pressed against his chest, his smooth, pale skin dotted with moles. 

 

They lock eyes in the mirror and Kuboyasu freezes, only for Kaidou to turn around, standing on his toes, and pluck the glasses from his face, smiling a little. His cheeks are red, yet he looks adorable, and Kuboyasu’s heart nearly skips a beat. He smiles back on impulse, watching as Kaidou places the glasses on his own face, looking rather proud about it. “Well?” he asks, somewhat shakily. “Kiss me?”

 

Kuboyasu blinks at him, taken aback, mouth forming an ‘o.’ “W-when did you get so smug?” he stammers. Sure, he can deal with the embarrassment when he’s the one flustering Kaidou—the boy’s reactions make it worth it—but when Kaidou is the one flustering him , it’s totally different. It’s like his heart stops, all thoughts draining from his mind, just causing him to just stare, dumbfounded, at his boyfriend. He can hardly believe the power Kaidou has over him: and even worse, Kaidou seems to be growing aware of it. 

 

Really, it’s embarrassing how obsessed he is with Kaidou: yet lately, now that they’re actually dating, the obsession has turned into something else. Every little thing his boyfriend does manages to fluster him, and he can’t do much else than stare and kiss him—because, really, what else can he do? Even now, he stares at their reflections in the mirror, at his hands on Kaidou’s waist and the boy’s small, skinny build. 

 

Kaidou presses his face into his shoulder, huffing in embarrassment. “It’s, um…cute. W-when you’re all flustered and cuddly and stuff.” He lowers his head, feeling ridiculous. “And it’s—it’s easier now since we’re actually dating,” he mumbles.

 

Wrapped up in Kuboyasu’s arms, he looks even smaller than usual, somehow. Kuboyasu bites the inside of his cheek, staring down at the boy, pressing his nose into his hair. He feels embarrassed, but he’s used to that around Kaidou. “Oh…”

 

“Do you, um, want me to ask everyone to leave? We can be alone, then.” Kaidou raises his head. 

 

Kuboyasu sighs, staring down at him. “Yeah,” he says softly. “I’d like that.” He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to the boy’s forehead. “You’re so beautiful, Shun,” he whispers, gazing at him fondly.

 

Kaidou’s face grows hot and he looks away, biting his lip and smiling. “Thanks.”

 

His boyfriend takes his hand, staring into his eyes, behind the frames of his own glasses. “We should probably go back,” Kuboyasu whispers. “But I don’t wanna.” 

 

“They’re gonna get suspicious,” Kaidou agrees. “B-but yeah. I’d like to stay with you.” His eyes sparkle, and he looks back at Kuboyasu. “I’ll ask them to leave,” he decides. “Can I, um, have my shirt?”

 

Kuboyasu blinks at him, then chuckles. “You’re the one that took it off.”

 

“Yeah, ‘cause you…you were touching my tummy!” he whines.

 

Kuboyasu raises his brows, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Your tummy ?”

 

“Stop it, Aren! You’re so mean to me!” He snatches his shirt from the floor, pulling it on while Kuboyasu watches in disappointment. Then, he places Kuboyasu’s glasses back on his face, smiling and kissing his jaw afterwards. “Come on, take this medicine. It’ll make you sleepy and help with the pain.”

 

“Wait, I was gonna stay up to watch your movies!” Kuboyasu protests. 

 

Kaidou shoots him a pitying glance. “You’re gonna fall asleep regardless.”

 

“No, Shun, I won’t!”

 

The boy shakes his head, sighing dramatically. “It’s alright. Don’t worry about it, I’m tired, too.” He pours a couple of pills into Kuboyasu’s hand, before returning the bottle to a cabinet. “Let’s go get you water,” he says quickly, before his boyfriend can argue.

 

Kuboyasu mutters under his breath, but allows Kaidou to lead him to the kitchen. He pours a cup of water and Kuboyasu swallows the pills, not looking all that happy about it as they head back upstairs. “I’m gonna stay up for you. I said I would.”

 

“Forget it, Aren. I’m sleepy, too, we can watch the movies later.” He deflates a little, upset. “It’s not your fault. I didn’t expect everyone to stay so…” his voice falters. The door to his bedroom is wide, the figure of his mom in the doorway. Her voice echoes through the hallway, and Kaidou flinches, shrinking a little closer to his boyfriend.

 

“Well, guess we won’t have to kick everyone out,” Kuboyasu chuckles nervously, trying to lighten the mood. 

 

Kaidou glances at him worriedly. Kuboyasu’s already experienced it, but he is not eager for the rest of his friends to have to get yelled at by his mom. “What’s happening?” he asks, approaching the room nervously.

 

Mrs. Kaidou turns around, pursing her lips. “I was telling your friends they need to leave. Your father can drive them home, it’s too dangerous to walk.”

 

Mr. Kaidou sighs. “I can’t fit that many kids in my car.”

 

“Well, then they must stay the night. As much as I hate having more kids to take care of, it’s not safe to walk home at this hour.”

 

Kaidou’s heart drops, and he glances at Kuboyasu, who looks just as crestfallen. 

 

“We can stay the night!” Yumehara exclaims cheerily. “That sounds fun!”

 

Kaidou’s mom glances at her, before gazing around the room. “You girls can share Sora’s room,” she decides. “Boys can sleep in here. If more space is needed, you may go downstairs or in the guest room, Shun will show you where.” She looks at Kaidou, who nods rapidly, trying not to let his disappointment show. “Shun-baby, help your friends set up the extra futons and air mattresses, and get blankets and pillows. There should be enough if you all share the beds.”

 

Kaidou flushes, pouting as she leaves. She really had to call him ‘Shun-baby.’ Then he sighs, leaning against Kuboyasu. “W-well, Aren and I can share my bed. Um, Chiyo and everyone, I’ll show you where Sora’s room is,” he says awkwardly. 

 

Kuboyasu whispers, “She’s not gonna be happy about this.” He looks worried, knowing Sora’s temper is going to be targeted at Kaidou despite it being his mom’s fault.

 

“It’s okay,” Kaidou sighs. “I just really wanted to sleep with you…” 

 

His friend smiles at him bitterly. “Yeah, same. Tomorrow, though.”

 

Kaidou nods, grabbing his wrist and dragging him along as he leads the girls to Sora’s room. “Um, it’s this one…I’ll just talk to her, real quick.” He knocks, opening the door after a few seconds, then closes it behind him. 

 

Immediately, Aiura grabs Kuboyasu’s arm. “What the hell is going on with you two?” she demands. “Did you tell him yet!?”

 

“You’re so cute together!” Yumehara whines. Her jealousy has evaporated, already having a new crush. “You have to tell him!”

 

Kuboyasu reels, overwhelmed. “Shit, man, leave me alone!” he retorts, crossing his arms and forcing Aiura to release him. “Nothing’s gonna happen, he’s not gonna do anythin’! Fuck off!” For their credit, none of them flinch; the only one who does is Rifuta, the younger girl who barely knows him. He glances at her and sighs, feeling a curl of guilt. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he mutters. Louder, glaring at Aiura and Yumehara, he says, “Shun is mine ,” he says in a hard voice. “Nobody else’s. He knows that.” Really, he’s not lying, just not telling the full truth.

 

“You really should tell him, Kuboyasu-kun,” Teruhashi says quietly. “It’s very obvious he likes you back.”

 

“Even I can tell,” Mera chips in.

 

Kuboyasu takes a deep breath, knowing he can’t tell them yet. “I know. I know, okay? Just—” He breaks off as the door opens, Kaidou smiling at him. “O-oh, hey, ba—Shun.”

 

The boy makes a face. “Hey, Aren.” He glances around at the girls nervously. “Um, Sora’s alright with it. She said she’ll help you set up the sleeping arrangements, if you’d like.” The girls glance at Kuboyasu once more before entering the room, and Kaidou closes the door behind them.

 

Once they’re down the hall, Kuboyasu sighs. “Shun, they know. There’s no way they don’t.” 

 

“Huh!?” Kaidou squeaks. “No way!”

 

“Well…maybe not. But they keep telling me to ask you out,” Kuboyasu says, amusement creeping into his tone.

 

Kaidou stares at him, blushing. “Y-you should,” he mumbles.

 

Kuboyasu blinks. “What?”

 

“You should a-ask me out, I mean. We still haven’t been on a date…”

 

Kuboyasu bites his lip. “That was the plan, but I haven’t had time.”

 

“Right, I forget we just got together,” Kaidou chuckles. 

 

“Yeah, um…If you want, we could do somethin’ tomorrow?” His voice cracks a little, but he manages a nervous smile.

 

Kaidou blinks at him. “Tomorrow night?” he asks, basically trembling with excitement.

 

Kuboyasu scratches his cheek. “Yeah. I was thinkin’ the beach. It’ll be basically empty at night, and if we could find a secluded part, we’ll be alone.”

 

Kaidou’s face lights up. “L-like I told you!” he gasps. 

 

“Heh, yep.” Kuboyasu smiles a little bashfully. “I was gonna ask you later tonight, but I don’t think we’ll be alone.” Both their hearts drop.

 

“Yeah…” Kaidou says softly. “Actually…we could sleep in the guest room.”

 

Kuboyasu frowns. “You sure? Your mom won’t be mad?”

 

The boy smiles at him and shrugs. “She won’t care.”

 

“But what about Nendou and the others?”

 

Kaidou rolls his eyes. “I can’t sleep with how loud Nendou snores, anyway. We can just say that.”

 

Kuboyasu hums in agreement. “And if someone walks in and sees us?”

 

“We’ll lock the door,” Kaidou promises. “Aren, nothing will happen, I promise. Besides, I thought you didn’t care if they found out, why are you so worried?”

 

The boy kisses his nose. “I know you want to be careful. I won’t let anyone else find out this early.”

 

Kaidou blushes, leaning against him. “Oh,” he murmurs. “Thank you.”

 

“Of course. C’mon, let’s set up everyone’s beds.” 

 

When they arrive back in Kaidou’s bedroom, his brother and Nendou are still playing video games. “Toki, it’s bedtime,” Kaidou lightly scolds. “Go to your room, it’s late.”

 

Toki sighs loudly, but Nendou pauses the game, fist-bumping him. “We’ll play again later,” he promises, grinning. “Chibi, this little dude’s awesome! Except that he talks about that Dark Reunion stuff,” he adds, frowning.

 

Kaidou chooses to ignore him. “Toki, c’mon, I’ll tuck you in.”

 

The boy smiles. “Alright!” he says cheerily. “Can Kubo-san come, too?”

 

Kuboyasu’s eyes widen, but Kaidou glances at him with a smile. “Yeah, he can.” He nudges Kuboyasu affectionately with his head, the boy snorting and ruffling his hair before wrapping an arm around him.

 

They make their way to Toki’s room, Kaidou snug against Kuboyasu’s arm with a small smile on his lips. The little boy clambers into bed, and Kaidou finally detaches himself from his boyfriend’s side. He gently pulls the covers over Toki, Kuboyasu watching fondly. “No need for spells, Toki, Aren and I will protect you. We’ll be in the guest room so if you need anything, just knock.” He kisses his brother’s forehead, playfully ruffling his hair. Toki grins at him.

 

“I have the best big brother ever!” he exclaims, eyes twinkling with happiness.

 

Kaidou chuckles, glancing at Kuboyasu, who can’t help smiling. “You really do,” he agrees. Kaidou frowns.

 

“Whatever. Go to sleep, Toki. Aren and I will see you in the morning. I just checked the magical barrier, so you’re safe to rest. Dark Reunion has no chance of getting us tonight!”

 

Toki beams. “Of course!! Good night!”

 

Kaidou’s hand slips back into Kuboyasu’s. “Night, Toki. Sweet dreams,” he says gently. They make their way back to the door, and Kaidou slowly closes it.

 

Kuboyasu squeezes his hand a little. “You’re a really good brother,” he murmurs with a smile, kissing the boy’s hair. The hallway is dark now, so they don’t have to fear being seen. 

 

Kaidou blushes. “Toki deserves it,” he says softly. “I don’t…want him and Sora to go through what I have.” Here, he deflates a little. “Aren, there’s a lot I haven't told you,” he whispers, staring at the ground.

 

The boy frowns, then grabs his chin, forcing Kaidou to look at him. “It’s okay,” he promises. “I, of all people, understand, Shun. It’s painful to talk about your past.” He seems to lose confidence just by saying this. “But you told me you only care about the present and future, right?”

 

Kaidou nods numbly, eyes heavy with unshed tears.

 

“Then I feel the same. I’m not gonna make you talk about something if you don’t wanna. Everyone has a past they’re not happy about, believe me.” He pulls Kaidou close, wrapping him up in a hug. Kaidou sobs quietly.

 

“Aren, I love you,” he whimpers, face pressed into his shirt. “I-I don’t know why I’m crying, I’m not even that sad…I just really, really love you. You’re the best.” He sniffles a little, fingers digging into Kuboyasu’s back.

 

Kuboyasu holds him tightly, waiting for him to calm down. When he finally does, Kuboyasu unwraps his arms, and Kaidou leans away, rubbing his eyes and flushed with embarrassment. “C’mon, baby, it’s movie time. Ten minutes, then it’s just us.” Hand in hand, they make their way back to Kaidou’s room, only to be surprised when they see it’s dark. The two boys exchange a glance before opening the door a crack.

 

“Saiki? Nendou?” Kaidou whispers loudly. 

 

A voice echoes in his mind. “ You two can go to sleep. We’re alright. ”

 

“O-oh, but—“

 

“ Go to bed, Kaidou. I’m tired, ” Saiki says, annoyed. 

 

Kaidou opens his mouth to speak, but Kuboyasu places a hand on his shoulder. “We will. Shun and I will, um, be in the guest room, so if you need anything…”

 

“ I don’t. ”

 

Kuboyasu bites his lip, a flare of annoyance surging in him at how short Saiki is acting. “Fine. Goodnight,” he scowls.

 

Kaidou frowns at him, confused, then chips in, “Goodnight, Saiki.”

 

“ Goodnight.”

 

Hand in hand, Kaidou and Kuboyasu leave, buzzing with excitement despite their fatigue. When they make it to the room, Kaidou locks the door and Kuboyasu glances around. “Nice room,” he murmurs, eyes finding his boyfriend again. Kaidou stands at his side, fiddling with his bandages, and Kuboyasu scoops him up in his arms, grinning.

 

“Ah, Aren, you idiot! P-put me down!” Kaidou yelps in surprise. Kuboyasu kisses his cheek, setting him gently on the bed before pressing himself close, lying against Kaidou’s chest.

 

“Turn on the movie, babe. I’ll try not to fall asleep.” Kaidou huffs, but leans over to grab the remote from across the bed. Kuboyasu hums, shifting to rest his head against Kaidou’s neck. Turning, he presses a gentle kiss to his jaw, smiling, and Kaidou sighs quietly. Kuboyasu glances at him, meeting the boy’s eyes warmly. 

 

“Aren, you’re so clingy,” Kaidou mumbles, cheeks growing hot as he looks away.

 

Kuboyasu hums, intertwining their fingers, hands resting against Kaidou's chest. His thumb brushes the boy’s knuckles. “Take off your bandages, gonna cut off your circulation.” He begins unwrapping them, his boyfriend’s hands cold underneath. “How are your hands always freezing?” he complains.

 

Kaidou gazes at him, openly staring. “Um, maybe you should warm them up, then,” he says distractedly. Kuboyasu blushes, taking Kaidou’s hands in his and holding them in an attempt to warm them up.

 

“Shun? What’s up, why are you lookin’ at me like that?” He looks genuinely puzzled, and Kaidou sighs in relief.

 

“Nothing,” he says. “Just…you.” He smiles sheepishly, looking away.

 

Kuboyasu stares at him. “You, actually,” he chuckles. 

 

“What does that even mean?” Kaidou scoffs. 

 

His boyfriend blinks at him before flashing a grin. “That you’re adorable.” 

 

Kaidou rolls his eyes, trying to ignore how his cheeks burn, a lump in his throat. He’s sure he can’t speak, so he just curls up a little. Kuboyasu has to readjust, curling around him, only to frown and sit up. Kaidou looks at him curiously. “What’s wrong?”

 

His boyfriend pouts, though it looks almost like a scowl. “Y-you’re supposed to hold me,” he protests, clearly very flustered. “I want…I want to feel safe.” He has to force the words out.

 

“Oh.” Kaidou blinks at him, taking in his rare expression of embarrassment and…vulnerability? It’s the best way he could describe it, that unusual hesitance in Kuboyasu’s eyes, the pursing of his lips. Honestly, it makes Kaidou want to kiss him, but he holds himself back, having to look away; then, he chides himself—Kuboyasu does that sort of stuff to him all the time, and they’re dating, so why can’t he kiss him? He glances up at Kuboyasu, then pushes himself up on his knees, planting a kiss on his lips.

 

His boyfriend’s eyes widen, but as Kaidou moves away, he pulls him back, holding his face. Kaidou smiles into the kiss, going limp against him, fingers tracing his torso to the hem of his shirt. “Shun,” he mumbles. “Take it off.” Kaidou complies, and Kuboyasu allows it, tugging his shirt all the way off before continuing the kiss. He lifts Kaidou onto his lap, the boy biting back a whimper, hands fluttering along Kuboyasu’s various scars and the hard muscles of his back.

 

The kiss itself is as slow and gentle as always. Kuboyasu’s hands comb through his hair, their bodies pressed together, and Kaidou can hardly think about anything except for how amazing this is. He’s hardly had time to register that Kuboyasu’s his boyfriend , much less the whole kissing part! He sighs happily, feeling the boy’s lips leave his, and opens his eyes. Kuboyasu stares up at him, hands finding their place on his hips. The intensity of Kuboyasu’s gaze makes Kaidou squirm a little. Finally, his boyfriend asks, roughly but not unkindly, “What was that for?”

 

Kaidou hesitates; he’s not nervous, of course, or scared, but Kuboyasu can definitely be intimidating. 

 

“Shun?” His voice is gentle now, and he wraps his arms around the boy’s waist, pulling him closer. Kaidou melts against him, hugging him and smiling, feeling the rough scars against his skin.

 

“I just wanted to,” he says happily. “Did—Did you like it?”

 

Kuboyasu’s eyes widen, but he pulls Kaidou closer, squeezing him gently. “Yeah. I did.”

 

Kaidou’s eyes sparkle, face shoved into Kuboyasu’s shoulder. “I’m, um, glad.”

 

Kuboyasu hums softly before shifting a little, unwrapping his arms from Kaidou. The boy raises his head, a little disappointed, but Kuboyasu grins at him. He plants a kiss on Kaidou’s cheek. “Get off me, babe. Let’s watch.” He nudges Kaidou, whose eyes dance with excitement as he moves off. Kuboyasu glances at him, then grabs a pillow, snuggling under the blanket and getting comfortable.

 

Kaidou can’t help watching, smiling to himself. His boyfriend catches his eye, brows furrowing, and he blushes. “I’m, uh, gonna turn it on.”

 

“Alright,” Kuboyasu laughs, a little confused. Kaidou feels his ears burn as he presses himself close, focusing on the TV yet feeling Kuboyasu’s gaze on him. Finally, he selects the movie and glances back at his boyfriend, wondering why he looks so expectant. Then his eyes focus on his shoulders, on the boy’s arms wrapped around his pillow, muscles and scars on full display. He bites his lip, hesitantly pulling his own shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor, pushing himself under the blanket and against Kuboyasu’s chest, smiling as the warmth of Kuboyasu’s body spreads to him. “You’re so cute,” Kuboyasu sighs, sounding a little disappointed for some reason. 

 

Kaidou’s eyes widen. “Right! You’re clingy!” he exclaims, feeling like a genius for remembering. Kuboyasu’s cheeks flush and he looks away, but Kaidou grins, moving to the other side of his boyfriend and wrapping his arms around him. “There! I-is there anything else?” He presses himself closer, enveloping the boy in a bear hug despite being much smaller. 

 

Kuboyasu stares at the TV blankly, focused on the feeling of Kaidou pressed against his back, holding him. “Shun,” he whispers. It feels so nice having a warm body wrapped around him, cradling him—even if it is his much smaller boyfriend. In fact, that makes it way better. “You’re so perfect.” He drops his gaze, staring into the darkness of the room, the brightness of the TV hurting his eyes a little. His head is still pounding, body still aching, but with Kaidou curled up with him, he definitely feels better. 

 

The boy blushes, deciding not to respond to the compliment because he simply doesn’t know how. 

 

“Your heart’s pounding,” Kuboyasu remarks.

 

Kaidou huffs. “Because you’re so embarrassing!” he whines. “I-it’s not my fault! You make me all nervous!”

 

Kuboyasu feels his own heart flutter, satisfaction surging through him, but he decides to pick on his boyfriend a little more. “Oh, yeah?”

 

“Yeah!”

 

The boy smiles a little. “Why?”

 

“What do you mean, why!? Because you’re all flirty and compliment-y and clingy and it’s embarrassing!” He whimpers, resting his head against Kuboyasu’s shoulder. “Aren, you’re so good at this! I don’t get it!”

 

Now, Kuboyasu hesitates and frowns, confused. “Huh? Good at what?”

 

Kaidou nibbles on his lip. “At the c-couple stuff!”

 

“Oh.” Kuboyasu hums. “Not really,” he says, opening an eye to glance at the movie for a few seconds before it flutters back closed.

 

“Yeah! It’s too weird, I can’t do it! B-but I like it when you do it…” He trails off, heart hammering. “I just can’t, though.”

 

Kuboyasu shifts a little, feeling his boyfriend do the same to continue clinging to him. “I just do it ‘cause I’m reckless,” he admits. “Otherwise it’d be awkward ‘n shit. Better to do it without thinkin’, just saying what comes to mind when I’m with you, y’know?” His voice has grown quieter, replaced with a softness Kaidou can’t help but melt into. 

 

“B-but, Aren—” He’s interrupted by Kuboyasu turning, grabbing him and kissing him on the lips. Kaidou, having lost his grip, lands against his lap, looking up with wide eyes.

 

Kuboyasu stares down at him, gaze firm. “No more. Don’t feel pressured to say anything. I think we’re both overthinking this, trying to make it work too perfectly.” 

 

Kaidou blinks, before sighing, slumping over. He curls up a little, head resting on Kuboyasu’s lap. “You’re right,” he says quietly. “I…I’m scared.”

 

His boyfriend sighs, stroking his hair. He hesitates for a moment before pursing his lips. “Me, too. I don’t know how this relationship shit works, either. I’m just tryin’ not to fuck it up.” Kaidou feels a lump form in his throat, knowing that Kuboyasu only reverts to swearing this much when he’s really stressed. “It’s not gonna be perfect,” Kuboyasu murmurs. “It’s like before, but…scarier. I’m terrified I’m gonna fuck something up and ruin this for us.”

 

“You won’t,” Kaidou says firmly, trying to stay confident for his sake. Kuboyasu stares down at him, hand still in his hair. “O-of course, I know we haven’t been, um…this for a while, but we’ve been sworn friends forever ! I know you, Aren, you wouldn’t do something like that. And even if, somehow, you did, you seem to think I’d be willing to let you go!” He scowls, frustration welling up in him—not at Kuboyasu or himself, but just over the situation: why does romance have to be so stressful? It was never like this when they were just friends, but now it feels like everything’s on the line. Perhaps they’re just not used to it, and less comfortable than they thought they were.

 

Kuboyasu stares ahead, lost in thought for a few seconds, before speaking. “You were right before.”

 

Kaidou frowns. “Huh?”

 

“About taking it slow,” Kuboyasu clarifies. “I don’t think we’re ready for this. It’s too much, too fast, and it’s stressing both of us out. We need to relax. Do something fun , other than worrying. Couple bonding,” he chuckles lightly, glancing down at Kaidou for a second. “Tomorrow, we go to the beach for a few hours: picnic, stargazing, all that stuff you wanted. After that for our next date, maybe we could do something simple, like go see a movie, or grab dinner, or just go somewhere else. Try not to overthink it, y’know?” He scratches his cheek sheepishly, blushing, though Kaidou smiles at the sight. Kuboyasu has that wild, joyful light in his eyes, which used to scare Kaidou, but now he’s come to adore.

 

Feeling a rush of fondness, Kaidou grins giddily. “That’s a good idea!” he agrees. “Like, this is our first date, so it’s special! But after that, trying not to take this too seriously? Like just hanging out instead of purposefully planning a date!”

 

Kuboyasu nods, smiling a little. “Exactly! Like, really, it isn’t that different: we’re just like we were before, except now we kiss.”

 

“Y-yeah!” Kaidou exclaims, looking away as heat rushes to his cheeks. His boyfriend chuckles, ruffling his hair.

 

“I knew you’d get it.” Kuboyasu leans back on his elbows, smiling down at Kaidou. The boy’s eyes widen, but he smiles back bashfully, resting his head on Kuboyasu’s lap. It feels as though a weight has been lifted off his shoulders now that they’ve figured it out: somehow, the idea of this being a romantic relationship—something which neither of them has experience with—made it terrifying. But if they look at it as their friendship, it’s just as enjoyable as it always has been without the added stress. Kuboyasu leans down, kissing his forehead. “See, Shun, we’ve figured it out. Easy.”

 

Kaidou giggles. “You’re a genius!” he teases. Kuboyasu blushes, looking doubtful and ducking his head a little in embarrassment. Kaidou stares up at him warmly, smiling. “Aren, you’re an idiot.” Sitting up to press a kiss to his jaw, Kaidou gets off his lap while Kuboyasu struggles to process what just happened. “C’mon, I’ll rewind the movie. Lie back down.” His boyfriend finally looks back at him, blushing, but nods slowly.

 

“Alright…” He moves to lie back down, sighing in contentment as Kaidou’s skinny arms wrap around his torso, the boy’s body pressed against his back. Kaidou swings a leg over his hips, all four limbs wrapped around him, a soft smile on his lips. He’s lying practically on top of Kuboyasu, but his boyfriend doesn’t mind, as he’s light enough—the boy is almost like a weighted blanket. Kaidou’s head rests against his, slightly craning his neck to watch the movie. Kuboyasu keeps his eyes closed, the weight of sleep pressing down on him, feeling a curl of guilt in his chest over the fact that he’s going to fall asleep after promising to watch the movies with Kaidou, but they both already knew he would. 

 

Really, he can’t do much of anything but lie there, listening to Kaidou’s breathing against his ear, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, tuning out the sounds of the movie. He wants to kiss the boy again, let him know how much he cares, how precious Kaidou is to him, but can’t bring himself to do much else than mumble, “Shun,” in a half-asleep daze. 

 

Kaidou, hearing his name, whispers back, “Yeah?” 

 

“Love you,” Kuboyasu breathes, barely conscious. “Goin’ to sleep…”

 

“I love you, too, Aren,” Kaidou says, smiling. “Goodnight. Sleep well.” He presses a kiss to his boyfriend’s hair, enjoying this more than before, somehow. Holding Kuboyasu, feeling him melt in his arms, completely relaxed…complimenting him, seeing him get flustered or show even the slightest vulnerability—it’s amazing. Perhaps it comes from wanting to be tough and strong, but Kaidou finally feels good about himself: like he’s actually contributing to their relationship, making his boyfriend happy by holding him and loving him. Having Kuboyasu—his best friend turned boyfriend, his favorite person in the world, the tough ex-delinquent who’s terrified of showing any form of weakness, constantly worried he’ll ruin something—feeling truly safe for once by lying in Kaidou’s arms…It makes him feel good, that’s all. Because if he can make Kuboyasu feel this protected and comfortable, perhaps he is worthy of being the Jet Black Wings.

 

The boy’s breathing has slowed down to the point where he’s very obviously asleep. Kaidou hums to himself, holding Kuboyasu tight and refusing to let go, no longer fighting off the urge to place soft kisses to his hair and skin whenever he feels like it. His lips linger on Kuboyasu’s shoulder, and he gently presses a kiss to the scar he knows is there, an overwhelming feeling of happiness coursing through him. Kuboyasu— Aren —is right here, alone with him in bed, wrapped up in his arms, sound asleep. Kaidou can hardly take his mind off of that idea, or the idea that he’s the one Kuboyasu chose as his boyfriend: it’s insane. Kaidou himself never would’ve expected to even like guys, much less date one, but, of course, out of everyone, he chose Kuboyasu. 

 

Lost in thought, he stares at the TV sleepily. He’d been so excited about watching a movie tonight, but that was earlier, and mostly because he looked forward to cuddling and talking with Kuboyasu; besides, he already took his contacts out and can barely see the screen, as his glasses, too, aren’t there. Also now Kuboyasu is asleep, and his own eyes are drooping a little, so he takes the remote, shutting off the TV. The room descends into silence, the only distinguishable sound being Kuboyasu’s gentle snores. Kaidou shifts a little, praying his boyfriend doesn’t wake up; luckily, Kuboyasu just rolls over onto his side a bit, mumbling something incoherent, though Kaidou swears it sounded like his name. The thought makes his heart begin pounding again, and he sighs softly, smiling as he hugs his boyfriend.

 

“Goodnight, Aren. I love you so much,” he whispers. “Sweet dreams.” He kisses the boy’s hair, sighing happily and resting his head in the crook of his neck, eyes fluttering shut.

Sometime during the night, Kaidou awoke to an empty bed, a pillow in his arms and light filtering through a crack under the door. He rubs his eyes, heart dropping. “Aren?” he whimpers. “Where are you?” The first thought in his sleepy mind is Dark Reunion: those villains would snatch Kuboyasu from him in the middle of the night! Then, he remembers the magical barriers, Kuboyasu’s fighting ability, and his own powers and decides that that’s impossible. He slumps against his pillow, missing the warmth of his boyfriend. Perhaps he isn’t as tough as he felt last night, as all he really wants right now is to be held by Kuboyasu.

 

As he’s lost in thought, he lets his eyes flutter shut. It must be early, judging by the lack of light filtering through the windows: it’s still dark outside. He’s a little tired, so he presses his face into his pillow, sighing sadly. Semi conscious, after a few minutes, the door opens, a figure entering the room. He hears a sigh, then the bed wobbles, and he opens his eyes a little as he feels a kiss pressed to his cheek. “Oh, uh, hey,” Kuboyasu murmurs, summoning a soft smile. “Did I wake you up?”

 

Kaidou yawns and closes his eyes. “No…” His voice is barely audible, muffled by sleep and the pillow in his arms. 

 

“C’mon, Shun, give me that,” Kuboyasu chuckles, prying the pillow from his grasp. Kaidou mumbles something incoherent and shifts a little, vaguely feeling a kiss planted on his nose. Warmth presses up against his skin, and he instinctively curls up, wrapping his limbs around it. “I met your mom downstairs,” Kuboyasu says softly, rolling his shoulders and slightly disturbing Kaidou, who’s buried his face in between his shoulder blades. “She was up reading and saw me. She was actually really nice, I think she’s warming up to me.”

 

Kaidou stays silent, only humming softly, barely awake, but Kuboyasu continues speaking, mostly talking to himself. Kaidou takes comfort in his voice, gentle and deep, soothing him and lulling him deeper into his peaceful mind.

 

“We talked about you. She said that at first she didn’t like me, but she trusts you to make good friends.” He pauses. “I think she respects me. Enough that she’s okay with me hanging out with you so much, that is. It was weird, I never thought she could be that chill,” he says thoughtfully. He then goes silent, not knowing what else to say, simply asking, “Shun? You awake?”

 

Kaidou doesn’t reply, breathing deeply, soft skin pressed against Kuboyasu’s. Kuboyasu hesitates, deciding he’s asleep, and whispers, “She knows, somehow. She said…she said she’s alright with it. And I tried to deny it, but I don’t think she believed me. I’m so sorry. I got her to promise not to tell you, though, since it’s your choice.” He sighs heavily, sinking into Kaidou’s arms. “I really love you, baby. Sleep well.”

The next time Kaidou wakes up, Kuboyasu is back in his arms, asleep. He must’ve turned around at some point, as his face is pressed into Kaidou’s chest, cheek resting against the skin where Kaidou’s heart is. That makes Kaidou smile sleepily, and he raises an arm to stroke Kuboyasu’s hair softly, reveling in how his muscular arms are wrapped around him loosely. “Aren,” he whispers, fingers combing through his hair. “Wake up.” He feels a little guilty as his boyfriend begins moving, muttering something and holding him tighter, but after a moment, Kuboyasu yawns. He snuggles into Kaidou’s chest, ducking his head and hugging him. “Good morning,” Kaidou says, smiling.

 

“Mm,” the boy mumbles drowsily. “‘Sup?”

 

Kaidou kisses his hair, arms moving to hug him back. “Sleepy?” he asks, amused.

 

“Mhm…”

 

“I have to get up,” Kaidou says softly. “Mama will want help making breakfast.”

 

That evokes a chuckle from Kuboyasu, who finally opens his eyes and raises his head. “You can’t cook, Shun,” he whispers, smiling. “Gonna start a fire.”

 

Kaidou huffs indignantly. “What do you mean? I’m an awesome cook!” he protests. Kuboyasu just blinks at him slowly, then presses his lips to Kaidou’s, sleepily kissing him. The boy blushes, but doesn’t draw away until Kuboyasu does, after a few moments. “What was that?”

 

“Love you,” Kuboyasu yawns, closing his eyes again and resting his head against Kaidou’s chest. “Wake me up when breakfast is ready, I’m gonna go back to sleep.”

 

“Okay.” Kaidou smiles at him, then pulls away, immediately missing his warmth. He watches as Kuboyasu blindly grabs a pillow, sighing and shoving his face into it.  “I love you, too, Aren,” Kaidou says softly, smiling.

 

He forces himself to stand up, knowing that if he doesn’t, his mother will come find him, and immediately shivers, remembering he isn’t wearing a shirt. He grabs a sweatshirt from the floor—Kuboyasu’s, he remembers: the one he was told to keep, right before they kissed for the first time. He blushes at the memory of himself finding the courage to ask that wasn’t he always cute? and then laughing, only to be cut off by warm lips meeting his. That moment will always stay with him, he hopes, smiling back at Kuboyasu as he pulls the sweatshirt on. Then he leaves, gently pulling the door closed and already missing his boyfriend.

When the rest of Kaidou’s friends left after breakfast, Kuboyasu didn’t. Nobody questioned it, as the two are the closest, but Hairo and the girls looked suspicious. In fact, before, Kuboyasu hadn’t even considered the fact that any of his guy friends knew what was going on between him and Kaidou, but Hairo is pretty perceptive—the only other person that could know is Saiki, but he wouldn’t do anything about it or even care. Kuboyasu wouldn’t be surprised if he knew, too.

 

That morning had been spent sleeping late in bed while Kaidou and his mother made breakfast. He’d taken convincing to get up, but Kaidou eventually succeeded by threatening to unleash Nendou upon him and agreeing to “C’mere a sec”, which Kuboyasu had insisted upon, and where he held Kaidou for a good five minutes, telling him about a dream he’d had. But now everyone’s gone home and Kuboyasu’s alone in Kaidou’s bedroom, his boyfriend having gone to shower. Deciding to be productive, he draws as he waits for the boy to return.

 

Turning as he hears the door opening, creaking ever-so-slightly, he smiles as he sees Kaidou. He stands, approaching the boy and wrapping him up in a hug.

 

Kaidou blushes and smiles bashfully, hugging him back and pressing his face into his shirt. “O-oh, Aren!” he exclaims, squeezing him and a little caught off guard by the hug, but pleased nonetheless.

 

Kuboyasu chuckles and ruffles his hair. “Watch the ribs, love.” Kaidou loosens his grip but doesn’t let go.

 

“I missed you!” Kaidou leans away and grins. “What are we gonna do? I was thinking that we could go to the secret base today! Then—” He breaks off, noticing Kuboyasu frowning. “What’s wrong?”

 

“I can’t. My parents want me home,” he says regretfully, not meeting his boyfriend’s eyes. 

 

Kaidou’s smile fades and he nibbles on his lip, brows furrowed in confusion. “Why?”

 

Kuboyasu shrugs, gazing back down at the boy in his arms. “Said I’ve been constantly gone and they miss me.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I mean, yeah, but I doubt they actually miss me,” he mutters, scowling. “I’d much rather be with you.”

 

“Aren, I’m sure they do. Don’t say that stuff,” Kaidou chides, leaning away to cross his arms, assuming a strict expression. “They’re your family and they love you. Not as much as I do, of course, but they do.” His eyes sparkle, here, and Kuboyasu instinctively leans in to kiss him, pressing their lips together, only to be gently pushed away. “Aren, I’m serious. Besides, I owe Sora and Toki, I haven’t been with them in forever.”

 

Kuboyasu sighs. “I know, I know. It’s not that I don’t want to see them or something, they just keep teasing me about you,” he mutters, looking at the ground. Kaidou does the same, feeling a little guilty. “Not your fault, of course, but it’s annoying, y’know? We’re still on for tonight, though: they can’t keep me away on our date night,” he says with a small smile, winking. Kaidou giggles, and this time he allows Kuboyasu to kiss him, hands fluttering along his shoulders. He whimpers as arms hook under his legs, lifting him into the air as he clings to his boyfriend, Kuboyasu continuing to kiss him gently. Finally, the boy leans away, still holding Kaidou up off the ground and smiling sadly. “I gotta go, Shun.”

 

Kaidou whines, “Can I come?” He knows Kuboyasu’ll say no but asks anyway, leaning against him. The boy shakes his head, then kisses Kaidou’s nose.

 

“Sorry, babe. But tonight, alright? I’ll drive us to the beach. Or, you can drive.” He smiles mischievously, and Kaidou beams.

 

“Alright!”

 

Kuboyasu blushes, looking away. “You’re too cute,” he says, flustered.

 

Kaidou’s eyes widen, then his smile softens. He leans down to plant a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead, Kuboyasu’s cheeks growing hotter. “Put me down, ‘Ren. C’mon, before Mama asks you to help wash the dishes.”

 

Kuboyasu nods, trying to ignore how embarrassed he feels right now—how does Kaidou have the power to do this to him? To reduce him to a blushing mess, simply with a smile and kiss? He sets the boy down, only for his hammering heart to skip another beat as Kaidou takes his hand. “Shun—”

 

“Let’s go,” Kaidou interrupts, grinning at him, cheeks pink. “I’ll study this afternoon so we can relax tonight.”

 

“Alright.” Kuboyasu takes a deep breath, attempting to steady himself, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand lightly. They make their way downstairs, still holding hands as they reach the front door. There, Kaidou drops Kuboyasu’s hand as the latter boy steps outside slowly. “Bye, Shun. Love you.” He tilts the boy’s chin up with a hand, leaning in to kiss him softly. 

 

Kaidou’s face is on fire as he stammers, “Love you, too. Bye.” Kuboyasu looks satisfied, finally having flustered him, and grins, turning away.

 

“See ya,” he calls over his shoulder, waving as he walks off. 

 

Kaidou laughs, waving back, heart full of warmth as he turns to move inside, locking the door back up. He can’t help thinking of Kuboyasu’s smile, and the way his shirt left his muscular arms exposed, and how his eyes sparkled with fondness, and how his cheeks flushed red when Kaidou did something just enough to fluster him (something the boy will never get tired of). And, of course, he thinks about tonight, wondering just how perfect it’ll be and what he’ll wear. “I love you, Aren,” he whispers to himself, grinning at his shoes, heart fluttering.

 

“He left?” a voice behind him asks suddenly. Kaidou whirls around, jumping in surprise.

 

“S-Sora!” He stares wide-eyed at his sister, who crosses her arms, looking annoyed.

 

“You two are insufferable,” she scoffs. “Just admit it already. It’s obvious.”

 

Kaidou blinks. “Admit w-what?” he whispers, fear curling in his gut. Am I really that obvious? Does everyone know, somehow?

 

Sora sighs, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. It’s your life, I don’t care. He’s nice, I guess.”

 

Kaidou blushes, looking back at his shoes, but feels a small flame of hope. He doesn’t reply, biting his lip. Sora stares at him for a moment, then takes a step forward, pulling him into a hug. Kaidou can’t help but whimper, overcome with emotion: his little sister, his insufferable, bratty, sweet little sister is hugging him. He opens his mouth to say something, but the words get stuck in his throat. “Thank you,” he finally chokes out.

 

Sora pats his back awkwardly, then leans away, looking away in embarrassment. “When did it happen?” she asks quietly.

 

“When did what—”

 

“It’s obvious, Shun,” Sora interrupts, glancing back at him. “You two have been acting even weirder than usual.” His head droops.

 

“Oh. Uh…yesterday,” he whispers nervously, yet feeling the urge to smile as he remembers the moment. “We—I…He, um, kissed me a-and confessed, so…”

 

Sora stares at him. “He kissed you!?” she exclaims, wide eyed.

 

“N-not so loud!” Kaidou yelps, glancing around anxiously. ”Yeah, he did,” he says softly, smiling at the memory. 

 

“And you allowed it?” She doesn’t sound angry, just curious, eyes sharp and exploring his face for any change in emotion.

 

He flushes red. “Yeah! W-what else would I have done!?” he whines desperately, hiding his face in his hands and hoping she doesn’t tell their mom about the whole thing. 

 

Sora smiles. “I just never would’ve thought you’d go against Mama,” she says in wonder. “You never do that.” Kaidou bites his lip.

 

“That’s not true, I—”

 

“It’s not a bad thing, just weird. This guy’s really something if he’d make you betray her, huh?”

 

Kaidou shrinks in on himself. “I-I didn’t betray her!”

 

“I know, I couldn’t think of a better word, sorry,” Sora laughs. 

 

“Oh…” Kaidou peeks out at her from between his fingers to see her smiling thoughtfully.

 

“I guess I just never thought someone would like you like that,” she says smugly, her smile turning into a smirk. 

 

Kaidou drops his hands, balling them into fists at his sides. “Sora!” 

 

Sora grins. “I’m happy for you, though,” she says, growing more serious. “He seems like a good person.”

 

Kaidou blushes. “Y-yeah,” he murmurs, averting his eyes.

 

“Does anyone know?” she asks, brows furrowing.

 

The boy rubs his wrists, a little anxious. “Um, Papa does. I want to tell Mama…do you think she’d be okay with it?”

 

Sora shrugs. “Probably. I thought she was homophobic, but…honestly, probably not. I bet she just cares about school.”

 

“Yeah,” Kaidou agrees, feeling a bit better. “Okay. That’s good…I wanna tell her,” he says, voice growing stronger. 

 

His sister blinks. “Right now?” 

 

Kaidou crosses his arms protectively, hugging himself. “Well…W-we have a date tonight, and I really like him. I don’t like keeping secrets, and I don’t wanna keep worrying about this, you know?”

 

“Alright.” Sora nods, smiling. “You want me to come with you?”

 

He shakes his head, feeling a sense of resolve. “I wanna do this by myself. And…I think it’ll go well.” He looks up at her, grinning confidently. Once this is over, he and Kuboyasu will be smooth sailing—he knows their friends well enough to be sure they won’t care very much, especially with everything with Yumehara having been cleared up. “Wish me luck!”

 

Sora gets on her toes to kiss his cheek, another unusual display of affection. “Good luck. You’ve got this.”

 

Kaidou smiles, then leaves in search of Mrs. Kaidou, a nervous frown on his lips, heart pounding as he mentally hypes himself up. I can do this. It’s just Mama, it’ll be fine. And this is for Aren and me, I have to do it! After this, we can finally relax and take things at our own pace. He finds her in the kitchen, washing dishes; she turns, hearing him shuffle in nervously.

 

“Oh, hello, Shun, would you like to help with the dishes?” She smiles, and Kaidou can’t help smiling back—sure, she can be strict, but she can still be awesome sometimes. It seems like she sensed his apprehension, prompting, “Did that boy just leave?”

 

Kaidou fumbles with a plate and sponge, keeping his eyes on them as he scrubs, heart pounding in his throat. “Yeah, um, he did.”

 

“That’s good. You two are very close, but I’ve missed you.”

 

Kaidou nods silently, exchanging the plate for a bowl. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly. This is it. He opens his mouth to say it, but nothing comes out.

 

His mother doesn’t speak, humming softly, not seeming to have noticed his internal struggle. 

 

The boy mentally sighs in relief, biting his lip. I’ve got to say it. This is the perfect time! He mumbles, “Mama, um—We’re dating.”

 

His mom looks at him and pauses, setting her plate down.

 

“A-Aren and I! He’s m-my boyfriend…uh, now. Since yesterday.” Kaidou swallows a lump in his throat, cursing himself for how awkward that was as his mother turns off the water. “B-but we haven’t done anything weird! J-just, um, holding…holding hands! He, uh—he held mine and…k-kissed me?” Kaidou feels his whole face on fire and stops talking, anxiously meeting his mom’s eyes.

 

She doesn’t look mad or even surprised as she wipes her hands dry. “Shun-baby, do you love him?” she asks slowly.

 

Kaidou whimpers and nods, shrinking in on himself. “A lot…”

 

“Then I don’t mind. You’re growing up, I’m proud of you,” she says, not very warmly, but it’s probably one of the nicer things she’s said to him. “He’s not what I’d prefer, but…he tries. I can tell he has good intentions, and he really loves you, too.” She sighs wistfully, then hugs him gently. Kaidou feels tears build in his eyes, sniffling as he dries his hands on his shorts and hugs her back, fingers clutching the cloth of her shirt. “There, there. Don’t be so worried, Shun. I know I’m not the best at mothering, but I love you.” She sounds genuine, and Kaidou sobs. Since when has his mom admitted to her failures? Since when has his sister willingly hugged and kissed him? Why are they being so nice?

 

“Thank you,” he chokes out, so overcome with emotion he can hardly speak. His mother kisses his hair, gently stroking it; he’s still shorter than her, but for once is grateful for the comfort it brings. That makes him think of Kuboyasu, who’s much taller than him, yet never makes him feel bad about his height, instead complimenting him and saying it’s cute. “Mama…” He raises his head, rubbing his eyes and sniffling. “He…he’s so nice. I don’t know how, but I love him so much,” he sobs, breaking down again. “I-I was so scared you didn’t like him…”

 

Mrs. Kaidou hesitates, seemingly unsure how to deal with her son’s emotions. “Shun-baby, he isn’t what I expected, but…he’s alright. Of course, his grades could be higher—I wouldn’t want you studying with him, and him dragging you down—but other than that, he’s a very polite young man,” she sighs. “I can tell he genuinely loves you.”

 

“S-so you don’t care that he’s a boy?” Kaidou whispers, heart pounding as he leans away finally, gazing back up at her pleadingly and rubbing his eyes.

 

She frowns, and he feels a surge of fear. “I do.”

 

His eyes widen, heart shattering. “B-but—”

 

“But I can’t control you,” she sighs, suddenly looking very tired. Kaidou feels a surge of guilt. Is he worrying her?

 

“I’m sorry, Mama, t-this is too much trouble for you, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he sobs, hiding his face in his hands.

 

His mother shakes her head. “I knew already, Shun. I promised Kuboyasu I would wait until you told me yourself.”

 

Kaidou’s eyes widen, feelings of surprise and betrayal surging through him. “H-huh? Aren?” he squeaks. “He didn’t tell me!”

 

“He wanted you to have that choice. Don’t be angry at him, it was for you,” she scolds. His head droops as he looks at the ground.

 

“You’re right…” he trails off, rubbing at the wetness building on his lashes. “I…I’m going to my room.” He shouldn’t be mad at Kuboyasu—really, he isn’t; honestly, he’s grateful because he would’ve freaked if his mother told him the truth when he wasn’t ready for her to know. Still, a lump forms in his throat and he can’t help but sob as he makes his way back to his room, his mom not replying. That went well, better than he’d expected, so why does he feel bad? Arriving in his bedroom, he glances at the TV, game console from last night still connected. He takes a seat on the floor, pulling his headphones on, and smirks a little, ignoring how his hands are shaking. The Jet Black Wings doesn’t have time to ponder emotions: right now, he has to train so he can crush Kuboyasu next time they play. 

Kuboyasu sighs to himself, lying on his stomach on his bed, wondering just what Kaidou has planned. Two hours ago, the boy texted and asked if it was alright if he went over to Kuboyasu’s house before their date. He’d seemed perfectly innocent, but when Kuboyasu asked for the reasoning, all Kaidou replied with was “its a surprise :)” Knowing his boyfriend very well, this change in plans has Kuboyasu even more anxious than before: clearly, Kaidou is doing something special to prepare for the date. Kuboyasu feels behind, now, as though he’s missing or forgetting something.

 

He rolls onto his back, staring around his room, trying to calm his nerves. He doesn’t recall ever being this nervous over something: things in his past filled him with excitement or anger, but never anxiety. Even now, despite trying to focus on school, he doesn’t worry about studying for it as much as Kaidou or other people do—most of the things he does he simply doesn’t care enough about to feel nervous for. This, however…this is the beginning of their romantic relationship, one he’s been dreaming about for what seems forever. It’s their first date: it’s important.

 

Hearing a buzz, he glances at his phone to see a new text from his boyfriend.

 

-be there in like 20 min :)

 

He smiles to himself, turning over on his side and reaching to grab it. 

 

-Ok!

 

-aren i hope ur ready 

-this is going to be so awesome

-almost as awesome as you

 

Kuboyasu sputters, recoiling. That was unexpected…He stares at the text with wide eyes, face hot, and types a reply, trying not to give away how flustered such a little thing made him.

 

-You’re more awesome, Shun

-But thank you

 

-ur awesomer

-im the jet black wings but ur the jet black wings boyfriend sooo

 

The boy grins to himself, warmth spreading throughout him. Kaidou is adorable.

 

-Fine, if you insist. What are you wearing

 

-one sec

-look!

- Image

 

Kuboyasu stares, chuckling to himself as he opens the photo. It’s a selfie of Kaidou holding a bandaged hand over his face, eyes twinkling with happiness, but doesn’t show anything of his outfit.

 

-Shun that’s just you

-Greatly appreciate it tho

 

-oh wrong one

- Image

 

This picture is a mirror selfie, clearly taken in front of the mirror in his bedroom. He’s holding his phone in front of his face and striking some odd pose, but his outfit is fully visible. Kuboyasu’s eyes widen, catching on the exposed skin on his stomach. The boy is dressed comfortably, yet still pulls off the edgy look he loves so much. His neck is adorned in a choker, the same cross one he usually wears, and instead of his usual bandages, he’s wearing what look like fingerless gloves. Kaidou’s shirt is a dark gray hoodie with the design of some game or manga, Kuboyasu suspects—the design, however, is chopped in half, creating a ragged cropped effect, just as Kaidou loves. Other than that, he’s simply wearing shorts and sneakers. Then Kuboyasu catches the curl of dark ink near his neck; there’s more on his thigh.

 

-Are those tattoos????

 

-yes

 

-???

 

-lol

-its actually marker im kidding

-needles are my only weakness :(

 

-I’m sure you have more weaknesses, Shun

 

-youre wrong.

 

-Sureee

-Also you look super cool!

 

-thanks, i know :D

 

-Lol ofc

-I gotta go get ready lmk when ur here

 

-o ok

-byee arennn!

 

-Cya

 

Kuboyasu sighs happily, smiling softly at the conversation. Shun really is cute, huh? His heart flutters as he thinks of seeing the boy in person, holding his hand as they walk, then lying down in the cool sand to watch the sunset. Perhaps he’ll lie with Kaidou in his arms, the boy pressed against him and sharing his warmth. He makes a mental note to bring a blanket before standing up, wincing in pain. Right: painkillers, and then he can get ready. Yet another perfect night with Kaidou…

Kaidou takes a deep breath, steeling himself as he approaches the door of Kuboyasu’s house. He glances back at the street, seeing his father’s car: proof of him keeping his promise to Kuboyasu and not walking alone through the dangerous streets. The window is rolled down, his dad calling, “I’m not leaving ‘till you ring that bell!” The boy bites his lip, glancing at the bouquet of red roses in his hands: a waste of money, he had thought, but Mr. Kaidou had insisted and bought them anyway, claiming that just because he has a boyfriend doesn’t mean he’s exempt from being a gentleman. 

 

“Whatever,” Kaidou mutters, cheeks warm. It would’ve been fine without the flowers, where did all of his confidence go? The thought of this is just…weird—there’s no way Kuboyasu would want roses from him! This is such a dumb, cheesy idea, yet he didn’t have a choice in the matter because of—The door swings open, revealing Kuboyasu smiling. 

 

“Hey, Shun! Oh, what’s that…?” his voice falters as he notices the flowers, eyes wide and face flushing. “Y-you got me flowers?”

 

“Yeah, um…” Kaidou looks away, nibbling on his lip; he turns slightly, glancing over his shoulder only to see his father driving away. “M-my dad wanted me to, he said he was gonna teach me how to be a gentleman,” he says awkwardly. “It’s really weird, I know! You aren’t a girl, you probably don’t even like flowers, but—” He’s cut off by Kuboyasu tilting his chin up and kissing him rather passionately, his free hand caressing his cheek. 

 

A few seconds later, Kuboyasu leans away. “I love them,” he whispers, gazing at him in awe. “They’re red like your eyes…” 

 

Kaidou blinks and scuffles his feet, embarrassed. “Oh, uh, right…here, then.” He awkwardly hands the bouquet to Kuboyasu, who takes it. 

 

“Thanks,” the boy says, blushing and smiling. “This was really thoughtful, I completely forgot about flowers,” he chuckles sheepishly, scratching his cheek. 

 

“I mean, I forgot, too…Papa reminded me. I thought it was dumb, but if you like them…?” He trails off, a question to his voice.

 

Kuboyasu kisses his forehead. “Of course I do. They’re from you.”

 

Kaidou blushes, but finally smiles a little. “Okay,” he agrees softly. “I-I’m glad, then.”

 

“Yeah.” Kuboyasu grins at him. “I’ll go put these in some water, then we’ll head out.”

 

Kaidou nods, unable to hold his smile in as he follows his boyfriend inside. He hadn’t thought Kuboyasu would actually like the flowers—in fact, he’d figured he’d hate them and feel embarrassed. But…he loved them. Kaidou hugs himself, watching as the boy fills a vase with water and carefully unwraps the bouquet—-he doesn’t exactly seem to know what he’s doing, brows furrowed with confusion as he mutters under his breath and occasionally curses in pain when he accidentally touches a thorn, but he eventually manages to set up the vase. Once he does, he smiles to himself, feeling a surge of pride and standing up straighter. “Hey, you ready?” he asks, finally turning toward the boy, only to freeze as Kaidou meets his gaze, having been watching him.

 

The boy nods shyly, tugging on his bandages. He can’t help but feel nervous: it’s their first date and basically the date of his dreams: his expectations are high. Of course, he doesn't doubt Kuboyasu will meet those expectations—he’ll probably exceed them. He’s more worried about not meeting the expectations himself and ruining the night for his boyfriend. Then he takes a deep breath, shaking out his limbs and smiling awkwardly. “Aren, you look really nice…” he says softly, taking a step closer. Kuboyasu’s eyes scan over him for a few seconds.

 

“G-gimme five minutes,” he stammers, eyes narrowing. He takes the boy by his hand, leading him to his bedroom then locking the door. As soon as the door is locked, he grabs Kaidou’s face in his hands, meeting him in a kiss. Kaidou squeaks in surprise, then melts into the touch. 

 

“Up,” he whimpers, legs so weak he barely feels as though he can stand. Kuboyasu frowns, then hooks his hands under his thighs, lifting him onto the bed before continuing to kiss him, thumbs brushing his torso. Kaidou’s hands tug on his hair as he whines and squirms, but Kuboyasu simply kisses him harder. “Aren….”

 

Kuboyasu sighs into his lips, momentarily leaning back to gaze at his boyfriend. Kaidou is shaking, eyes wide with surprise and cheeks hot. “You’re so beautiful,” Kuboyasu whispers, brushing hair out of his face. “Holy shit.” He presses their lips back together, Kaidou smiling into the kiss and wrapping his arms around his neck, pulling Kuboyasu down to him. He’s had prior thoughts about disliking kissing, but at this moment, feeling Kuboyasu’s passion and love is better than anything. Slightly stunned, he watches as his boyfriend unbuttons his shirt then gasps as he leans back in to continue the kiss, Kuboyasu’s hands holding his hips gently.

 

Kaidou enjoys it for maybe ten more seconds before he wheezes for breath, shoving his boyfriend away. “G-get off!” He lightly punches Kuboyasu, who moves away quickly, alarmed.

 

“Huh!?” He glares around the room, thinking that maybe something spooked Kaidou, but then the boy scoots up to the edge of the bed and wraps his arms around him in a hug. “Shun?”

 

“I couldn’t breathe!” Kaidou complains, squeezing him tightly. He feels the boy stiffen before relaxing, and takes the chance to catch his breath.

 

“Sorry,” Kuboyasu says sheepishly, wiping his mouth. He stares down at Kaidou intensely, watching him; the boy melts against his body, still holding onto him. “Y-you alright?” he asks nervously, wondering if he did something wrong.

 

Kaidou hums, “Mhm.” Finally, he raises his head, peering through his bangs. “I love you.” Before Kuboyasu can respond, he tugs him into another kiss, the boy gasping in surprise but kissing him back. Kaidou clings to him, and Kuboyasu gently grabs his chin, kissing him warmly. 

 

“I love you more,” he whispers, smiling. “Fuck, Shun, I love you so much. I swear I’ll do anything for you.” His fingers brush Kaidou’s torso against the sliver of skin his cropped shirt reveals, and the boy shudders. “Anything you want, I’ll do it,” he whispers against his lips.

 

Kaidou opens his eyes once Kuboyasu stops kissing him, lashes brushing the boy’s cheek. “I don’t want anything,” he breathes. “I just…I want to be with you. Side by side forever against Dark Reunion!” His eyes dance with excitement, and Kuboyasu sputters: he’d overthought this, completely forgetting about Kaidou’s fantasies. It makes him a little disappointed, but he smiles anyway, trying not to let his dejection show.

 

“A-ah, right…Of course.”

 

The boy leans into Kuboyasu’s hand, which has come to rest on his cheek. “But—but not just against them! In everything!” he exclaims, eyes hesitantly flitting up to gaze at Kuboyasu, who blinks.

 

“Huh?” he asks eagerly, wide eyed. “Really!?”

 

Kaidou’s cheeks grow hot, but he nods. “You’re the best, Aren! Of course!” he whines, pouting a little.

 

Kuboyasu smiles at him—he really is cute—then takes a seat next to him on the bed. “I’m glad,” he says softly, kissing Kaidou’s forehead. The boy blushes, then leans into him, expression warm and content. 

 

“We should go,” he says after a moment. “I wanna watch the sunset.”

 

His boyfriend glances at him, then his phone. “Alright. I made dinner so we can have a picnic, like you wanted.”

 

Kaidou blinks, eyes widening. “I completely forgot about that!” he exclaims. “You’re awesome!” He wraps his arms around Kuboyasu’s torso, hugging him tightly. Kuboyasu just grins, ruffling his hair.

 

“‘Course I remembered, Shun,” he chuckles. “Let’s grab blankets, then we’ll go.” He takes Kaidou’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together, then plants a quick kiss on his lips, standing. The boy beams back, hardly able to process just how happy he feels, then squeezes Kuboyasu’s hand.

 

“Okay,” he agrees, lips still curved into a happy grin as he blinks up at Kuboyasu, eyes crinkled up with happiness. Kuboyasu’s heart hammers, his own smile faltering, cheeks heating up; then he scratches his cheek, laughing awkwardly and looking away as Kaidou presse himself closer. They make their way to the kitchen, Kuboyasu grabbing a bag of which Kaidou assumes is their dinner. “What’d you make?” he asks curiously. 

 

His boyfriend glances at him, then shrugs, looking a little embarrassed. “Salami sandwiches. Kinda boring, but I didn’t have much time and figured you’d like ‘em.” He glances at Kaidou, wanting to see his reaction.

 

The boy’s jaw has dropped as he stares back. “Aren!” he whines, enveloping Kuboyasu in a tight hug. Kuboyasu blinks, a little surprised, a confused smile spreading across his lips.

 

“Huh?” Hesitantly, he pets the boy’s hair, only to elicit a small sob from Kaidou. “What—?”

 

“Y-you’re so awesome,” Kaidou cries. “I love you so much, Aren, I—I don’t get it. I love you so much,” he repeats, gasping for breath between sobs. “I’m not s-sad, I’m just really happy. I don’t—I don’t know why I’m crying, D-Dark Reunion must’ve done something!” He whimpers in Kuboyasu’s arms, hugging him tighter than ever; Kuboyasu winces in pain, feeling his still badly bruised ribs being squeezed.

 

Still, he wraps his own arms around the boy’s waist, trying to comfort him—even if they’re happy tears, he never likes seeing Kaidou cry. “Shh, calm down, love…” 

 

That, however, just makes Kaidou cry harder. “I love you so much…” He quivers in Kuboyasu’s arms, small body wracked with sobs. “You—you’re the best, Aren!” he whines. “I’m sorry t-that I’m crying, but I just—” he’s interrupted by a hiccup—- “I love you so much! I can’t—you make me so happy! E-everything you do, I don’t deserve—!” He’s interrupted by warm lips, Kuboyasu feeling tears in his own eyes and needing to stop Kaidou before he, too, starts crying.

 

It’s a quick, gentle, loving kiss—Kuboyasu’s attempt to briefly soothe Kaidou and stop him from crying. The boy gasps into his lips, struggling for breath and caught by surprise, and Kuboyasu allows a bit of space between them, grabbing his wrists. “Breathe, Shun,” he whispers, wiping the wetness from his lashes with his elbow. Kaidou squirms, trying to move, whimpering and breathing a little heavily. “Calm down. You don’t need to cry.”

 

“B-but—”

 

“No buts.” He knows firsthand the way positive emotions can turn to negative ones in an instant. Those nights he’d cried over how happy Kaidou made him, only to descend into a depression for the same reason—he didn’t deserve Kaidou, he’d think. To be honest, a part of him still does think that, and it seems Kaidou’s currently going down the same path, judging by what he’d been about to say. “Don’t cry, baby. Not over this.” 

 

Kaidou whines at the pet name, slumping against him and seemingly finally giving in. “O-okay…” he whispers shakily. His face is pressed into Kuboyasu’s bare chest—the boy’s shirt is still partially unbuttoned from when they’d been kissing, a thought that makes both of them blush. “Why are you so nice to me?” he finally asks in a shaky voice the ghost of a breath. “I don’t—I don’t get it. What have I done to deserve this, Aren?”

 

Kuboyasu gazes at him for a moment, tears building in his eyes as he hesitates before whispering, “You saved me, Shun.”

 

“Huh?” Kaidou sniffles, wiping his eyes. “F-from what?”

 

Kuboyasu squeezes his eyes shut, holding him close, refusing to let Kaidou watch as tears leak from his eyes. “From…from my past.”

 

“I thought…I thought you liked your gang?” Kaidou whispers, confused.

 

“I did,” Kuboyasu breathes shakily, trembling against Kaidou and refusing to let him go. “I do, I love them, they’re like my brothers. But…” He squeezes Kaidou, shuddering and pausing.

 

Kaidou tries to raise his head, gazing at him in concern. “Aren…What happened?”

 

Kuboyasu shakes his head quickly, eyes still squeezed shut. “Nothing…n-nothing happened . I…W-well…I don’t know, things changed. Of course, I enjoy fighting, but…” He takes a deep breath, then laughs sharply. “To be honest, that’s kinda when I was finding myself, I guess. I realized I liked boys, and…and I wanted a boyfriend. Two of my friends, the guys in my gang, a few years older than us now, they were dating. And I’d see them: they were so ruthless in battle, but with each other it was as if they’d never fought in their lives. They were so soft, so warm—I could tell how much they loved each other, and how it changed them both for the better…” He sobs, burying his face in Kaidou’s hair. “I wanted that, Shun, but everyone was so terrified of me.

 

“A-and it wasn't just because I wanted a boyfriend, obviously. Even my friends, they were scared of me, and I hated it so much. And I like fighting, it’s fun, but I just g-got tired of the injuries, and hurting people, and…the pain. It hurts, Shun, it hurts a lot,” he whispers. “Fighting is what I’ve known all my life, b-but I started feeling really shitty about it. And—and then I started hating myself for feeling that way, since it was basically my entire life, the one thing I can do that I’m actually good at,” he says bitterly.

 

Kaidou raises his head, reaching a gloved hand up to cup Kuboyasu’s cheek. “You’re good at drawing, Aren,” he disagrees softly. “And cooking. A-and you’re really good at sports, too. Other than Nendou and Hairo, you’re the best.”

 

Kuboyasu shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut, yet he melts into Kaidou’s touch, holding back a sob. He doesn’t reply, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm down, so Kaidou continues, voice gentler than Kuboyasu’s ever heard it.

 

“I told you that I don’t deserve you, why do you think I said that? Because you’re the best, Aren. You’re—you’re the best boyfriend, and sworn friend, and ally…You always say I’m perfect, but then you feel this bad about yourself? What the hell, why do you think I love you?” His voice has grown a little stricter, demanding an answer, tears building in his eyes. “I love you, Aren. And I didn’t save you, you saved yourself, I just…I accepted you for who you are. I helped a bit, but give yourself more credit!”

 

His boyfriend opens his eyes, lashes wet with tears. “You make me hate myself less,” he whispers. “Thank you…”

 

Kaidou stands on his toes, hands on his shoulders to balance, and presses a kiss to Kuboyasu’s forehead. His hands linger on his shoulders as he falls back on his heels, smiling gently for a moment. “I’m glad…I never knew you felt this way, though…” His brows furrow with concern. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” What he means is: Since when does Kuboyasu hate himself ? How did he never catch onto this? He thought he’d known every important thing about Kuboyasu and his dangerous past, but now it’s obvious he didn’t. He feels guilty: he should’ve been there for Kuboyasu.

 

“It’s gotten easier,” Kuboyasu agrees shakily. “Over the years, I guess. Not fighting as much has helped, I think, so usually whenever I do, it’s truly necessary and I don’t feel bad…And I didn’t want to burden you, Shun, you mean too much to me, but you also deserve to know this.” He shivers, not meeting Kaidou’s eyes. 

 

“Aren…You’re not a burden…”

 

Kuboyasu rubs his eyes. “Yeah, well, I was scared of my feelings.”

 

Kaidou plants a soft kiss on his cheek, gazing up at him. “I get that.”

 

“Um, right…So now you know why I left,” Kuboyasu chuckles wryly, blushing a little. There’s a few things he left out, but they aren’t quite as important. His back straightens, and he takes Kaidou’s hands in his. “That’s why I love you so much, Shun. You’re the reason I stayed, it would’ve been hell without you.”

 

The boy smiles up at him, eyes watering. “I-I’m glad I can help,” he whispers, squeezing Kuboyasu’s hands back. 

 

Kuboyasu then drops his hands, wrapping him up in a warm, tight hug. “I love you so fucking much,” he whispers. 

 

“I love you, too, Aren.”

Finally, hand in hand, the two boys arrive at the beach. Thankfully, it’s pretty empty: a few people are scattered along the shore, usually in groups, but Kaidou and Kuboyasu are easily able to find a secluded spot out of sight and away from everyone. Laying a blanket on the ground, Kaidou sighs, taking a seat. He gazes up at Kuboyasu, a happy grin gracing his lips as the boy takes out their food—two neatly cut salami sandwiches, identical in appearance, a bag of chips for them to share, and some water. Kuboyasu glances down at him, smiling softly, heart warming with affection. “You’re so cute,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss his cheek before sitting next to him. 

 

Kaidou blushes and scoots a little closer, resting his head on Kuboyasu’s shoulder and staring out over the ocean where the horizon meets the sea. The sun has begun to set, painting the sky a brilliant shade of orange and pink. He raises his hand, pointing, eyes wide with excitement. “Aren, look, it’s so pretty!” he exclaims. 

 

“It is,” Kuboyasu agrees, unadulterated fondness in his gaze as he watches his boyfriend. He blushes a little, then takes a bite of his sandwich, following Kaidou’s eyes to the sunset. “Eat, Shun,” he prompts gently, pushing the boy’s food towards him. 

 

Kaidou glances at him briefly, eyes still sparkling with happiness, before his eyes travel to the sandwich. His brows shoot up, a huge grin forming; he grabs it, taking a large bite, lips still curved into a smile as he leans back on his elbows, chewing and swallowing quickly, only to take another bite. “This is awesome!” he declares once he finishes that mouthful.

 

Amused, Kuboyasu watches him for a moment more before turning back to the sky, expression relaxed and comfortable as he wraps an arm around Kaidou, a permanent, gentle smile on his lips. He continues eating his own sandwich as the sun sets deeper into the sky, casting a purple hue throughout the sky. As it gets darker, he can feel Kaidou move closer to him, snug against his chest. Kuboyasu takes out the battery-powered lamp he’d brought, turning it on and feeling grateful he didn’t bring candles—he’d initially thought it’d be romantic, but it definitely would’ve been a hassle, not to mention his own fear of fire, which is almost as bad as Kaidou’s fear of the dark.

 

Still, together, the two of them feel safe. Having finished eating and given the food time to digest, Kaidou now lies down on his back, tugging his boyfriend down with him. “Here, I know you like this.” He wraps an arm around Kuboyasu, pulling him close so the boy’s head rests against his chest, right near where his heart is.

 

“Thanks, Shun,” Kuboyasu whispers, hugging him around the waist. Kaidou hums in response, moving him closer, smiling. With the hand wrapped around Kuboyasu’s shoulders, he strokes his hair, fingers carefully combing through the fine, purple strands and gently scratching his head. He hears Kuboyasu sigh softly and melt against him further, cheek pressed against his chest as he stares up at the sky. “This really is cool, I get why you wanted to do it.”

 

Kaidou smiles. “Yeah. Do you know any of the constellations?” he asks softly, still stroking his boyfriend’s hair. He feels Kuboyasu shake his head. “Then I’ll show you. Look, that’s the Big Dipper. See, it looks like a spoon?”

 

Kuboyasu squints up at the sky, removing his glasses to see better. He follows Kaidou’s eyes, mouth rounded in a small ‘o’ as he connects the stars. “That?” he asks, pointing.

 

“Yep. And then next to it is the Little Dipper, it looks like the Big Dipper but smaller.”

 

His boyfriend hums in agreement, staring up at the sky, feeling a surge of curiosity. He snuggles closer against Kaidou, eyes still fixated on the stars, heart fluttering as the boy kisses his cheek. 

 

“Now, Aren, look over there.” He directs Kuboyasu to a different part of the sky, shifting a little and pointing. “That’s Orion. See how it looks like a guy with a sword and shield? He’s called Orion the Hunter.”

 

Kuboyasu squints, confused. “Huh?”

 

“It’s hard to see, but connect the stars. He doesn’t have a head, either. There’s like three stars right next to each other, that’s called Orion’s belt, look at the stars around there.” Kaidou glances at him, watching as Kuboyasu’s brows furrow, face etched with confusion. After a few seconds, though, his eyes light up.

 

“Oh! I can see it.” He beams, pointing at the stars. “That’s so cool!”

 

Kaidou giggles, grinning. “Yeah! That’s why I’ve been trying to memorize all the constellations, they’re really cool!” Kuboyasu turns to look at him, resting his chin on his chest, and Kaidou’s smile wavers, heart fluttering a little.

 

His boyfriend is still smiling, yet when he looks at Kaidou, his eyes seem to sparkle, too. Then he leans in, planting a kiss on Kaidou’s lips. “I love you, Shun,” he says warmly, arms wrapping around the boy’s waist, fingers brushing the soft skin of his torso. His voice is velvety, deep, full of love: it makes Kaidou shudder, melting against him, and turns his cheeks a hot red, the bright light from their lantern somehow strengthening the effect. Kuboyasu notices and smirks a little, glancing back down at his lips.

 

The boy blushes: Kuboyasu made no attempt to hide that look—in fact, it seemed almost purposeful. Kaidou has to avert his eyes, face warming as he feels his boyfriend continue to study him. His boyfriend’s gaze is sharp as always, but without the lenses of his glasses it seems more intense, somehow, and Kaidou shudders, biting back a whimper. It’s as though he’s reverted back to how he was a few days ago, before they were dating and before he learned just how to push Kuboyasu’s buttons and turn the tables: easily flustered, unable to react and quick to embarrass himself. He takes a moment to reflect, mind wandering through all that’s happened in the past week. Has it really been just a week?  

 

Then, his mind ceases to function and he freezes up, nearly trembling as a hand gently touches his chin, a calloused thumb brushing his lower lip. Kaidou sighs, breath warming Kuboyasu’s fingertip, his eyes drifting closed for a moment, then returning to his boyfriend’s face, hesitant and shy. “Aren,” he breathes in awe, the boy’s finger still resting against his lip. 

 

Kuboyasu considers him for a moment, basking in the beauty of his eyes, which sparkle a beautiful ruby in the moonlight. After a few moments of staring, cheeks hot, he then rubs the boy’s lip slowly, eyes darting away. His heart pounds as he feels his boyfriend’s gaze: loving, flustered, and perhaps bashful, but not afraid…Shun really is different. He hears Kaidou whine softly, the boy’s lips pressed into a pout as if begging to be kissed. “You look so fucking pretty right now,” Kuboyasu murmurs, lightly tilting his chin up and tracing his lip oncemore. “Shun, you have no idea, I…” he trails off.

 

Kaidou, using his last ounce of remaining courage, shakily prompts, “You what?” His voice is still soft, barely audible, yet it carries a question; Kuboyasu shudders, face growing hotter, only for Kaidou to cup his cheeks in his hands, holding his face gently. “Aren?”

 

Kuboyasu shudders at how his name is said. “I don’t know,” he whispers. He feels Kaidou stroke his cheek and shivers at the sensation, allowing himself to melt a little. “I wanna kiss you, I guess. And thank you.”

 

Now, Kaidou’s brows furrow, and he’s distracted from the former part. “This better not be about earlier,” he starts strictly. Kuboyasu shakes his head, allowing his own hand to fall from the boy’s face.

 

“No, um…I’ve just wanted this for a really long time. I know I’ve probably said that, but—” He’s interrupted by lips—Kaidou’s lips, warm and passionate—meeting his and causing him to gasp in surprise; then, he relaxes, not hesitating to reciprocate. He kisses Kaidou slowly, fondly, shifting to roll off of him and wrap his arms around him instead in an attempt to deepen the kiss; Kaidou doesn’t know how to react, simply melting into his arms, feeling the strong muscles against his body, Kuboyasu’s warmth spreading to him. The night is chilly, but Kaidou is burning hot, now, his cheeks and whole body on fire as Kuboyasu kisses him passionately, their lips pressed together.

 

He drops his hands from Kuboyasu’s face and slides his fingers down the boy’s torso, then under his shirt, tracing the smooth muscles of his boyfriend’s body, hands holding his waist just like Kuboyasu always does to him, appreciating the way the boy’s hands thread through his hair and whimpering against his mouth. It’s amazing, he thinks—Kuboyasu’s torso is packed with muscle, and so are his arms. Kaidou can’t help tracing his abs, his ribs, and finally his chest, reveling in the way the boy shudders under his touch as his fingers slide along the smooth skin under his shirt.

 

“Shun,” Kuboyasu mumbles into his lips, finally calming down a little. His eyes flutter open as he meets Kaidou’s, face flushed. Kaidou’s gaze shifts, and he moves his hands away once Kuboyasu is no longer pressed against him, embarrassed, but Kuboyasu smiles at him fondly. “You’re adorable,” he whispers, reaching a hand up to cup Kaidou’s face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. 

 

Kaidou blinks but smiles back, embarrassed and giddy. “Heh…”

 

His boyfriend kisses his nose, staring into his eyes. “You got any more constellations?” he asks, ruffling the boy’s hair.

 

Kaidou’s eyes sparkle. “Of course. But…I was thinking we could go to the secret base,” he whispers, smiling a little. “It’s a bit cold out, and I, um…I wanna snuggle with you.” Now, his smirk is a little nervous, and he fiddles with his gloves. 

 

Kuboyasu’s eyes widen, a blush warming his cheeks; then, he chuckles. “You’re right, Shun. I’d like that, too.” His boyfriend’s eyes dance with happiness, then he closes them and grins. Kuboyasu grabs his face gently, pulling him close for a quick kiss, then presses their foreheads together. “You ready?” he breathes, still grinning. Kaidou’s eyes are wide now, but he nods, only to yelp as he’s flipped over into Kuboyasu’s arms. 

 

“Aren!” he whines, squirming. “S-stop doing that!”

 

Kuboyasu laughs. “C’mon! I was gonna ask if you wanted a piggyback ride!” That, he knows, will win Kaidou over—sure enough, the boy gasps in awe.

 

“Yeah! I do!” He squirms more, managing to crawl out of his boyfriend’s arms and onto his back, Kuboyasu’s body shaking with laughter all the while. 

 

“You’re like a kitten, Shun!” he exclaims, glancing backwards at the boy with a warm grin. “Climbin’ all over me!”

 

Kaidou scoffs indignantly, hiding his own huge smile behind Kuboyasu’s shoulder, wrapping his arms and legs around him. “Stop it! I’m the Jet Black Wings! If anything, I’m no mere kitten , I’m a lion!!”

 

Kuboyasu bursts out in laughter once more, folding their blanket and grabbing their food, placing it all back in the bag as Kaidou clings to his back. “Fine, fine, you’re a lion! Personally, I think panthers are cooler, but—”

 

“Fine, then, I’m a panther!” Kaidou declares. “They’re equally dangerous, right? And they’re dark and shadowy, like me!” 

 

His boyfriend glances back at him, amused, happiness warming his heart. “Of course,” he says, attempting to sound serious. “Panthers are very dark and shadowy, almost as much as you are.” His voice shakes with laughter, but thankfully Kaidou doesn’t seem to notice, humming in contentment and relaxing, hugging Kuboyasu’s back, the boy’s arms wrapped under his legs, holding him up easily. Kaidou’s eyes flutter shut, breathing steadily as he feels Kuboyasu continue walking, the rhythm a little soothing. He must’ve dozed off a little because he doesn’t remember the walk much, just Kuboyasu quietly rambling about something, his voice further comforting Kaidou. 

 

“Shun, we’re here,” he murmurs, craning his neck to look at the boy, who’s burrowed between his shoulder blades. He smiles softly. “How’d you manage to fall asleep?” he chuckles, ruffling Kaidou’s hair as he opens his eyes blearily, raising his head a little.

 

Kaidou yawns, pressing his face back into his boyfriend’s neck. “It was comfy…” He shifts, feeling Kuboyasu release his legs and standing. “You’re warm, Aren.” Kaidou takes his boyfriend's hand, leading him to their worn sofa, which has a blanket draped over it, making it more comfortable. 

 

Kuboyasu kisses his cheek, then lays on his back, grabbing a pillow and a couple blankets from the floor—neither of them have been to the base since that first night, and stuff is still strewn along the floor. “C’mere.” He takes his glasses off and tugs Kaidou down so the boy lies on top of him, their chests pressed together; Kaidou curls up a little, head tucked under his boyfriend’s chin. Kuboyasu laughs lightly, then kisses his hair, wrapping his arms around the boy as Kaidou melts with a soft sigh. Kuboyasu throws a blanket over them, and Kaidou snuggles closer, tugging the blanket over his head as he likes it, the only visible part of him being his fluffy blue hair.

 

His thin arms hug Kuboyasu, cheek against his chest, using Kuboyasu as his pillow, yet the boy doesn’t mind. He finds it cute—adorable, really—and sighs, breathing slowly, the pressure of Kaidou’s weight comforting. Again, he feels that familiar warmth, the security of being wrapped in his boyfriend’s arms; Kaidou can’t fight, he can’t defend himself nor Kuboyasu, but with him is the only place Kuboyasu really feels safe. Naturally, Kuboyasu’s arms tighten around him, rolling onto his side—Kaidou stays pressed against him, smiling to himself, cheeks warm and eyes squeezed shut happily.

 

“Aren,” he whispers.

 

Kuboyasu hums, raising his chin to kiss Kaidou’s hair, pulling him closer, wrapping his body around him. “What’s up?”

 

“Nothing, I…just wanted to say your name. I feel really happy with you.” He looks up almost shyly, peeking out from under the blanket adorably, and Kuboyasu can’t help leaning forward and kissing his forehead.

 

“You’re so cute, Shun,” he says warmly, smiling. “I’m glad. I feel happy with you, too.”

 

The boy’s eyes widen, but he grins back, blushing. Then, he reaches a hand up, touching Kuboyasu’s cheekbone gingerly. “Your eye healed,” he remarks. “Well, mostly.” He can’t see all that well in the dim lighting of their secret base—it’d be pitch black without their lamp—but it isn’t swollen anymore.

 

Kuboyasu blinks, then smiles, leaning into his boyfriend’s hand. “Yeah,” he whispers, placing his own hand over Kaidou’s as the boy strokes his cheek. “Thanks for takin’ care of me.”

 

Kaidou laughs. “I didn’t do much, but you’re welcome.” His other hand rests against Kuboyasu’s chest as he gazes into his boyfriend’s eyes. “Y’know, I’ve been trying to figure it out, but…what color are your eyes?”

 

Kuboyasu blushes. “Why?”

 

Kaidou frowns. “Well, depending on the light, they look different. Like, sometimes they look dark blue, but sometimes they’re dark purple or black, so I don’t know.” Kuboyasu blinks at him slowly.

 

“Well, I haven’t thought about it that much,” he chuckles. “What color are your eyes, Shun?”

 

“Red, obviously,” Kaidou replies.

 

His boyfriend shrugs. “See, I prefer carmine. Sounds prettier.”

 

Kaidou scoffs. “I’ve never even heard of that! What is that?”

 

“It’s a shade of red,” Kuboyasu says, smiling. “Kind of dark red, really pretty.”

 

Kaidou rolls his eyes, blushing. “Alright, color master, what color are your eyes, then?” 

 

Kuboyasu laughs sharply. “ Color master ?” he repeats, amused. Kaidou raises his brows, expectant on his answer. “Fine, fine. You said blue, purple, or black? Then probably a dark indigo, y’know?” He flutters his lashes, staring up at Kaidou prettily, and the boy feels his cheeks flush.

 

“S-stop that!” he squeaks, giggling a little. “You look ridiculous!”

 

His boyfriend simply laughs, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Just trying to make you laugh, love.” 

 

Kaidou smiles at him, face warm, dropping his hands to hug him once more and averting his eyes for a moment. “I…really like it when you call me that,” he whispers. “O-or stuff like that.”

 

Kuboyasu’s smile widens, his arms finding their way back around Kaidou’s hips. “Yeah?” he asks.

 

“Yeah,” Kaidou agrees bashfully. 

 

Kuboyasu ruffles his hair, gazing up at him warmly. “I’m glad.” 

 

Kaidou grins at him happily, only to feel a blanket thrown over him. “Aren!” he whimpers, feeling the boy’s chest rumble with laughter as he chuckles. He pushes the blanket off of himself, meeting eyes with Kuboyasu once more, taking in his content expression, eyes glimmering with amusement.

 

“You wanna keep talking?” he whispers, kissing Kaidou’s nose. The boy relaxes, pressing his cheek against Kuboyasu’s chest, smiling up at him, all of his limbs limp yet wrapped around his boyfriend.

 

“Yeah.” He snuggles closer, warmth spreading through his heart at how Kuboyasu looks at him.

 

Kuboyasu smiles as Kaidou gazes back at him. “For how long?”

 

“All night.”