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It was nearly a wonder that it had taken him until college until he noticed it.
After their high school graduation it was practically natural for Makki and Mattsun to move in together. Everything had worked out right from the beginning. During their hectic mornings they perfectly managed to move around each other without ever being in their way. During their days they only rarely saw each other in their flat, since they were either in university or at work. They managed to coordinate the housework, always had – more or less – food in their fridge and overall managed their life. In the evening they sometimes went out to meet some other friends or go to a party. But most often they simply stayed at home and chilled together.
Today was one of those lazy evenings they allowed themselves to indulge in. Makki was lying on top of Mattsun’s bed (“Why do you always take my bed? Yours is just in the next room.” “But yours is comfier than mine, Mattsun.”) and was reading one of the books he needed for his course.
He heard Mattsun entering the room, but neither of them really reacted to it. Makki was just turning a page as he felt the mattress dip underneath him. Instinctively he looked up – and then it hit him.
Oh.
Mattsun had apparently just gotten out of the shower – his hair was still dripping with water, the black strands curling on his forehead and around his face, nearly shining in the evening sun streaming through the window. His chest was still naked, and Makki couldn’t help raking his eyes over the smooth skin, over chiseled muscles, down to defined abs – Makki silently thanked Iwaizumi that he had convinced Mattsun to regularly go to the fitness center with him.
Makki had known for a long time that he was gay, and that his type were tall, strong and good looking guys – and Mattsun was downright beautiful. But Makki had also known that for a long time – but apparently he had never actively been aware of it.
“Fuck,” Makki muttered silently.
Surprised Mattsun looked down to him, an apologetically expression on his face. “I’m sorry, did you get wet?” His one arm was still stretched out to reach for something on the shelf above his bed.
Makki couldn’t answer. He just stared into the dark eyes directed at him, always full of mischievousness. But if you knew him better and knew for which signs to search, you could always catch a glimpse of the warmth, the gentleness inside them. Or maybe it was just Makki, who thought like this.
When Makki didn’t respond Mattsun’s mouth turned upwards into that lazy smile of his. “Am I so handsome that you lost your tongue?” he asked smugly.
“Yeah,” Makki muttered, not even noticing what he had just admitted. His eyes – and his whole brain – were fixated on Mattsun’s lips, which might seemed a little too full for a guy, but not for Makki. For him they suddenly seemed incredibly inviting.
Mattsun’s eyes grew large – he had definitely noticed what Makki had told him – and his cheeks immediately heated up. He quickly drew his arm back and sat down on the mattress next to Makki, one hand covering his mouth, and eyes looking everywhere but to his friend, who – which he realized suddenly – was casually spread out on his bed. “What’s wrong with you? It’s not like you to make such compliments,” he commented, trying to rivet the attention away from him.
Without thinking – but seriously, when did he ever really think before acting? – Makki sat up, and lay one hand into Mattsun’s neck. Before any of them could realize what happened he had casually leant forward and pressed their lips together.
A spark shot through both of their bodies, prompting heat igniting just under their skin and travelling throughout their muscles, burning every thought. It only lasted a few seconds, despite seemingly being an eternity, until Makki drew back again.
He grinned widely when he noticed Mattsun’s large eyes and the adorable blush spread over his whole face and up to his ears. Without another word, and with a complacent smile, he lay down on the bed again, continuing to read his book.