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“Oshi-San.”
Shu looked to his side, down at the boy who had called for him.
“Yes, Kagehira?”
“Yaknow I love ya, right?”
“Yes.”
“An’ you, you love me back, right?”
“Of course.”
“Are ya sure?”
Shu’s eyes narrowed just slightly. He leaned closer to Mika, who was sitting quietly next to him on their shared bed, and had been for a while. They usually did, on uneventful nights like these, keeping to their own devices unless they had something interesting to show or say—or if Mika was clingy. There was something just a bit off about how Mika was speaking. It was subtle, but Shu could tell. Mika sounded self conscious, and anxious to ask, as if Shu would be angered by his question, or maybe even give him the answer he had long been dreading, even if he knew that’d never be so.
“Why are you asking this,” Shu started, “despite the fact I’ve told you many times before that my emotions will never change?” Shu turned fully towards Mika, placing his sketchbook on the desk next to their bed. The smaller boy frowned a little. Mika drew his phone a little closer to his chest, hiding the screen as he bit his bottom lip. “I...’m jus’ curious, Oshi-san.” Mika stuttered out nervously. “An’—it wouldn’t hurt ta ask, right?” After he stumbled out a halfhearted response, Mika offered a sheepish smile. Unfortunately for him, however, Shu wasn’t impressed. “Kagehira.” The other huffed out. “May I see your phone, please?” Mika’s eyes briefly widened, and he scooted away a little bit. “Why?”
“I want to see what you’ve been doing.”
“...”
Mika swallowed. He glanced anywhere but Shu. He knew that his feelings and such, along with their causes, had been growing more and more easy for Shu to tell the closer they grew, but—despite the fact that he knew Shu wouldn’t be mad or tease him for how he is, he still felt at least a tiny bit scared to show the man things. “I don’t....”
“Kagehira.”
Mika hummed softly. He reluctantly handed Shu his phone, eyes downcast. When he felt Shu’s hand rub over his head as a tiny thanks for his compliance, he leaned into it. Shu sat quietly, looking through the last bit of Mika’s searches and watch history to see what he could gather. After a little while, he looked back. “Kagehira...you know it’s bad to be consuming depressing content when you’re feeling bad, yes? I understand that it is nice to know that people feel the same as you, however, Kagehira, it affects you negatively, too.” Shu set Mika’s phone aside, pulling the boy closer. Mika gave little protest, already feeling his gut wrench, despite his knowing that Shu wasn’t scolding or yelling at him.
“Sorry, Oshi-san...” he mumbled, “is it really that easy ta tell when I’m feelin’ bad, though...? All i did was ask a question...” Shu smiled softly at that, petting Mika gently. “It was quite easy, Kagehira. If you were just asking for fun, you wouldn’t have looked so anxious. Now, seeing as you’ve thrown yourself into a state of sadness, and intensified it drastically with hopelessly sad media, I will help you feel better.”
Mika then was covered in fabric, as Shu pulled a blanket over the both of their lower bodies. “Oshi-san—“ Mika stuttered, flustered. Shu ignored Mika’s little protests, opting to wrap his arms securely around the boy. “Kagehira Mika—Mika. You must know by now that I love you, yes? You and nobody else, you and your exquisite beauty, that could never be replicated by anyone but God himself. You, my precious Mika, are everything and more.” Mika found himself dizzy and flushed.
Shu’s hands took hold of Mika’s face, pulling him closer and looking into his beautifully odd colored eyes before pressing his lips, soft and smooth, against the other’s. He heard a squeak of surprise. Shu took note of Mika’s lips, they were chapped and a little dry. Shu had recalled once that Mika had spoken about them. Mika hardly ever applied anything to them, and due to his mental state, he had constantly been quick to skip brushing his teeth at all, let alone anything else he had to do to care for his face or mouth. Despite this, somehow Shu simply couldn’t bring himself to care. He would normally have been repulsed by Mika’s state, if Mika was anyone else, would’ve been quick to decline any sort of kiss from him, but here he was—Kissing Mika senseless, all on his own accord, because he didn’t care what Mika tasted like, because it was Mika. And even if he smelled odd or tasted gross or looked a mess, it was Mika. Every part of him was simply, purely, Mika. And that was all it took for Shu to override all of what his tastebuds would ever tell him, because no matter what flavor, Mika tasted purely of absolute beauty, and nothing else.
Shu pulled away for a second, allowing Mika a short time to gasp before kissing him again. And again. And again. In between every kiss he mumbled words of praise against the boy’s lips, and every time he would feel the other shiver, as if it was the first compliment he had ever received. “My darling Mika...” Shu hummed. “Your reactions are adorable, you know...Are you feeling better yet?” Shu ran his finger through Mika’s hair as he awaited a response, and the other soon hummed softly. “I...y-yes...Can we do a lil’ bit more, though...?” The smaller boy looked up at him nervously.
“Of course, dear.”
Shu kissed over Mika’s neck softly as he moved the other’s leg to rest around Shu’s waist.
“Be still, Mika. I intend to take my time, and teach you my love clearly.”