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"Yoshiki, over here, come check this out!"
Yoshiki turned his head from the window he was absentmindedly looking out of and hesitantly stood from his desk, as if he was cautious of what he was about to see, and stumbled over to a practically-vibrating-with-excitement Hikaru and Maki, who was clenching a magazine so hard that his knuckles were turning white.
Hikaru greeted him with a toothy smile. "Yer never gonna believe what Maki has- wait- go on- guess!"
Yoshiki stared blankly at the boy in question, who looked as if steam was about to blow out of his ears. His eyes darted down to the magazine in his hands. Well, was there really point in guessing if the object is right there?
Despite that, he humoured his friend.
"Erm.. I don’t know."
"C’mon," Hikaru drawled out, a frown pulling on his lips. He tugged Yoshiki’s wrist in frustration. "Just.. guess!"
Yoshiki sighed, freeing his hand from Hikaru’s grasp.
"Fine. A magazine." He deadpanned.
"B-b-b-b-bingo!" Hikaru cheered, leaving Yoshiki’s side to get closer to Maki. "Not yer average magazine though… Show ‘im it already Maki!"
Maki’s face contorted into that of a devilish grin, as he loosened his iron grip on the now scrunched up magazine. He looked to his left and right to check that nobody was near them, and slammed the magazine down onto the table.
Immediately, Yoshiki’s vision was swarmed with breasts and bikinis and models whose bodies were tanned 4 shades darker than their actual skin tone. He almost went to cover his eyes.
"Isn’t this sweet?!" Maki sung. He flicked through the pages and the boys were gaping at the unclothed women as they progressed.
At a page with a particularly busty woman, posing in an erotic way, Hikaru stopped Maki’s page flipping to trace the outline of her body with his index finger as if he was in awe.
He sighed. "Round ‘ere, we’re never gonna get to see girls like this.."
Maki patted him on the back, giving his condolences before continuing through the magazine, ogling. Yoshiki looked in minor disinterest at the women in front of him.
Sure, they were attractive. That he could admit. But were they really that exitement enduring? With the way Hikaru and Maki were acting, you would’ve thought that they’d won the lottery.
Unbeknownst to him, Hikaru was no longer focusing on the porno magazine and rather at his friend. His eyebrows furrowed and lips curled into a frown at Yoshiki’s indifferent expression. Should he not be enjoying this?
He shrugged it off, he could worry about that later. Right now, there was a bunch of shirtless girls plastered on the page in front of him!
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It was a couple of days later until he thought about it again.
The two boys were lounging in Hikaru’s house, playing video games on his console.
Hikaru was absorbed in the game, eyes not leaving the screen. Yoshiki’s voice snapped him out of his game-induced trance. His voice usually distracted Hikaru, for a reason unknown to him.
"Hey, Hikaru." Yoshiki had put his controller on his lap.
"Hmm?" Hikaru responded, eyes still on the tv in front of him.
"What are you gonna do when you leave Kibougayama High?" Hikaru froze, pausing the game for Yoshiki’s question. "I haven’t really thought ‘bout it. Probably just take over my grandpa’s shiitake…"
He paused. "What about you, Yoshiki?"
Yoshiki brought his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it apprehensively. "Haven’t really thought ‘bout it either."
"You’re sharp, y'know. Smart enough to leave this kinda village an’ go to a university in Tokyo."
Yoshiki didn’t respond, hand still tentatively on his nape and eyes cast downwards in a discontent manner.
Hakari noticed this, and snickered at his friend’s hesitance. "What? Don’t tell me... You don’t want us to be seperated?" Yoshiki turned his head to glare at Hikaru, a furious blush rising on his face. Hikaru continued his teasing, humoured by his friend’s reaction. "Would you look at that. Pfft! Nasty~!!"
"Why don’t you just drop dead?" Yoshiki said with an irritated expression. Hikaru laughed.
"If, just if, I go to a university in Tokyo, I'm gonna live alone."
"Lucky you! I want to do that too." Hikaru paused, "Then- when I go to Tokyo, if I ever need to take a dump, I’ll go to your place." Yoshiki turned to him, not saying anything but with a look in his eyes that was asking him 'what the hell..'
"I really hate public toilets." Hikaru continued. "Besides, I can’t take a shit in a place with so many people around."
"You’ve crapped on the floor before." Yoshiki chimed in with an amused look on his face.
Hikaru swatted him away, a smile tugging on his lips. "Please, that was when I was 3. There’s no way I’d still be doing that now!"
"Pfft. So technically, you could do it?"
"Then if you don’t want me doing that, you’re gonna have to let me use your place as my loo."
"No way!"
Hikaru giggled. He turned to Yoshiki with a sly grin on his face. "Are ya still gonna hang at home instead of getting a cute girlfriend and taking her out all the time?"
Yoshiki’s face turned to something unreadable. He took a few moments to reply, before saying, "I can’t get a girlfriend…"
Hikaru was slightly confused at this. Yoshiki was hot! Of course he could get a girlfriend.. It was weird, he never really spoke about girls in that way, tensing up whenever a conversation went in that direction.
"What the heck…?" Hikaru scowled. "You’re always such a sourpuss when someone brings this stuff up." Yoshiki didn’t reply. "I’m pretty sure you can get a girlfriend just fine!"
Assuming their conversation was over, Hikaru picked his controller back up and resumed the game, Yoshiki doing the same. But something was different, Yoshiki was tense, and Hikaru couldn’t help but feel confused. He ended up losing the game, distracted by the questions in his head.
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Later that night, not long after Yoshiki had gone home, Hikaru was tossing and turning in his bed, unable to sleep.
This wasn’t the first time he had noticed his friend’s disinterest in women. In fact, he had never heard Yoshiki even calling a girl good looking. Insanity!
He racked his brain, trying to think of a possible reason for Yoshiki’s behaviour.
Was he not interested in romance? No- but that wouldn’t make sense! Everybody their age was at least somewhat interested in that stuff. And besides, that would be impossible, as Hikaru had seen himself Yoshiki’s reactions to when he made the occasional suggestive joke about the two.
Yes, he would hear it, and immediately his face would go tomato red! Even more, he would become flustered, stuttering on his words and trying to face away from Hikaru (although it was no use, as Hikaru could see his embarrassment from his pink ears).
He laughed to himself at the thought of Yoshiki, bright pink at even the smallest mention of the two being more than friends.
…
Wait.
" He’s not sick, he’s gay. "
Remembering what his friend had told him one time, with a defensive and determined tone in his quiet voice, something clicked.
Was Yoshiki… gay?
Thinking about it, it made sense. Obviously he wouldn’t share Hikaru’s sense of attraction to women, because he simply wasn’t attracted to them.
Yeah. That was fine, but backtracking to what made him arrive at this conclusion, being Yoshiki’s behaviour towards him…
Was Yoshiki… into him?!
It was a big question to think of, but to Hikaru, it made sense. Maybe he might be full of himself, but…
Yoshiki never acted that way towards Maki, or any other boy for that matter.
In fact, now that he was thinking about it, even more factors came flooding into his mind.
Glances that were probably meant to go unseen, touches that lasted a little too long…
Hikaru choked. Sitting upright, he took a gulp from a glass of water sitting on his bedside table that had been there for who knows how long. He took a deep breath.
Yoshiki liked him. Yoshiki liked him. Okay. But what does this mean? Hikaru had never really considered his own feelings towards the boy (if they even existed, that is).
Sure, he always made little jokes about them being in a romantic relationship, but that was just to be funny, right?
…Right?
But… could he even say he was joking if he meant them?
Thinking back to their earlier conversation, when he made a jab at Yoshiki for not wanting the two to get separated, or something along those lines, was he really joking?
He wouldn’t mind it if Yoshiki decided… that he wanted to stay by his side… just a little longer…
Gah! What was he saying?
Must be tired. ‘M just tired. Just gotta sleep.
He lay back down, aggressively shifting to get comfortable in his bed.
Not even 10 seconds later did he let out a sigh and roll onto his back, hands over his face.
He wasn’t just tired. Deep down, he knew he had been thinking about this much farther back than tonight.
Calling his best friend hot. Tch! Who does that without having at least a little crush on ‘em?
He stayed staring at his ceiling, contemplating his internal discoveries about himself until he eventually drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a certain black-haired boy.
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Even the next day, it was still on his mind.
Every time he even glanced at Yoshiki now, all he could think about was his (possibly mutual?) feelings. Obviously, he would have to do something about it.
He might’ve been a little dense, but he was cunning, and he knew that he couldn’t upright tell his friend about his romantic feelings.. blah blah blah.
So he would be sneaky about it. He would tease Yoshiki, leaving him no choice but to ‘fess up his feelings for Hikaru and say it first. He was buzzing with excitement. All he had to do was wait until the final bell rang-
BZZZZZZZTT!
That sure was quick.
He basically flung himself toward Yoshiki, who didn’t even look surprised at his friend’s speedy appearance in front of him.
"Yoshiki! Do ya wanna come over then?"
"Uh- yeah, okay."
The two boys walked back to Hikaru’s house. Hikaru was brimming with energy, much to Yoshiki’s nonchalant amusement.
Upon arrival, they took off their shoes at the door and made their way to Hikaru’s bedroom. They both sat on the bed, Yoshiki propping himself up against the wall and Hikaru lying down with his legs swung over the others’.
They sat in their respective silences for a while, as they usually did, with Hikaru skimming through a random manga he had left on the floor. He wasn’t exactly paying attention to it, but it was all apart of his plan.
Yoshiki was watching something on his phone. Perfect.
Hikaru put the manga down, and shifted his legs ever so slightly, but enough so that Yoshiki would react.
Just as he predicted, Yoshiki looked up from his phone to see Hikaru, with an overly exaggerated disinterested look on his face.
"What’re ya looking so bored for? We can do somethin’ if you want to."
"Mmm,"
Hikaru glanced up, making sure that Yoshiki’s full attention was on him. His phone was switched off and lying haphazardly on his bed, indicating that indeed, Yoshiki was listening.
He made eye contact with his friend, a playful grin forming as he imagined the reaction this was about to get.
"So, I heard that ya got a little crush on me."
Yoshiki’s eyes doubled in size. His eyebrows were so high up his head that you couldn’t even see them behind his bangs and that sweet, pink flush was wasting no time on making its way onto his face.
This would usually be the part where Yoshiki protested, fumbling his words in embarrassment, but he didn’t respond, his mouth slightly open as if he had something to say, but wouldn’t spit it out.
This surprised even Hikaru, who had already decided that Yoshiki must have something of a thing for him.
Yoshiki looked down to his lap. His mouth was drawn out into a shaky frown and his ears were colored entirely red.
Hikaru’s own faint blush appeared on his pale features upon the sight.
Finally, Yoshiki spoke. It was almost.. dejected. "Wh- who told you that.."
This wasn’t supposed to happen!!
Yoshiki was supposed to get all nervous and deny the accusation, then- then Hikaru would tease him and eventually he would tellhimheknewabouthisfeelingsandthattheyweren’tactuallyunrequitedbutmutual!!!
He hadn’t predicted that Yoshiki would just.. blatantly admit it!
Yoshiki’s eyes were on his now, and Hikaru’s face must have shown surprise because all of a sudden Yoshiki looked mortified.
He heard him curse under his breath before saying, "You were joking.. weren’t you.."
Hikaru opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed his lips and nodded in agreement instead.
Yoshiki buried his face in his hands, pulling his knees up to his chest to become as small as possible. "G-God I’m sorry- I- Just forget that happened please.."
"I’m not just gonna.. forget that you told me you like me, y’know.."
Yoshiki was panicking. Why was he here he just wanted to go home he should just go h-
The mattress shifted. The next second, there was a dent right in front of his feet. He was scared to lift his head from his hands, scared of what he would see.
He felt warm breath on his exposed skin, just how close was Hikaru?! Wasn’t this joke going a little too far…
Hands shaking, he slowly uncovered his face to see Hikaru perched right in front of him, a smirk plastered on his face. He felt himself growing warm again, almost certain that it was definitely showing on his face as well.
Hands completely lowered, he began to say, "Hikaru.. I know it’s like, your thing to joke around an’ all.. but-"
He was cut off when Hikaru gripped his collar tightly and smashed their faces together.
Yoshiki’s eyes were wide in shock. Hikaru.. was kissing him. Completely unprovoked.
Hikaru pushed Yoshiki’s legs down from their tucked position so that he could climb on top of him, sitting himself down on his lap.
The kiss was fervent and desperate and it felt like he was about to run out of breath any second but he didn’t care, because Hikaru was sitting on his lap, making out with him.
It wasn’t too intense, granted, neither of them had much experience, but it was satisfactory. If Yoshiki could just- get his tongue- into Hikaru’s mouth-
The last thing he felt before Hikaru pulled away was a giggle. "You perv! A minute ago you were all like- oh no! Y-y-you tricked me! B-b-b-but that’s not f-f-fair!"
Yoshiki swatted Hikaru’s hands away, which were currently entwined with his hair. "I was not like that, and you know-"
He was interrupted yet again by the now familiar feeling of Hikaru’s lips against his own. He leaned into the feeling, savouring his friends’ taste.
It was shorter this time, less rushed. Yoshiki was the one who ended it.
"Nn- D- Mmph- Get offa’ me!" Yoshiki said, not knowing what other way to get Hikaru to stop. He pulled away, face in a slight frown.
"What did’ja do that for? I was enjoying myself.."
Yoshiki frowned, before his expression became something similar to nervousness again. "So- err- does this mean.. you.." He scowled, eyes darting to the side. "You like me too.."
Hikaru snickered. "Yes, Yoshiki! I am IN LOVE with ya! Head over heels! You are my one ‘nd only-"
"Shut up, would ya?" Yoshiki said with an irritated look on his face, but the hand playfully ruffling Hikaru’s hair proved otherwise.
"Y’know, you’re so funny when yer all flustered like that- you go all red ‘nd-"
"Not a word."
"’Kay, whatever you say."
"And would you-" Yoshiki sputtered, gesturing towards Hikaru who was still postitioned comfortably on his lap. "Would ya move??"
"What, don’t tell me yer getting ideas! Next thing you’ll be like, Hikaru! P-please will ya suck my-"
"WHAT?!"