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Chūshi laid in bed that night wide awake, with his blood still rushing in his ears. By the time they finally left the study room, it was minutes to closing and he felt completely drained. Aoto had only seemed a little worse for wear, the only indication that he was  affected at all was the slightest limp in his walk as they left the library into the humid night air. 

“Come over,” Chūshi had said, reaching for the other young man beside him. 

Aoto let him pull their bodies close together once more as they walked the empty campus grounds toward the exit. “I’m tired, you insatiable pervert.”

Chūshi had let out a tired laugh, squeezing Aoto closer. “You kept saying ‘don’t stop,’don’t you remember? You’ll find that I’m good at following directions.”

“Tch, get off me, you oaf.” Aoto had pushed at him, though weakly. “We’re in public.”

“Don’t be like that.” 

They had walked in silence for a while after that, and Chūshi relinquished his hold with reluctance. He was aware that Aoto had never agreed for them to date, and that pushing him now could lead to the relationship being nipped in the bud. 

“You can’t tell anyone,” Aoto said quietly, staring straight ahead at the empty road in front of them. 

Soon they’d reach the street where they would part ways to go home, and Chūshi had tried to come up with some way to persuade Aoto to go with him. Maybe if I tell him there won’t be any sex… He smirked to himself because even though he felt dried up, the prospect of seeing Aoto’s dark eyes shining with unfiltered pleasure got his pulse racing. 

Aoto stopped walking at the corner of the street. “Seriously, don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Give me a kiss, and I promise I won’t tell a soul.” 

They stared each other down for what felt like eternity. Who am I kidding, he’ll never agree to this. Chūshi had opened his mouth to promise to keep their assumed relationship a secret, when bruised and slightly chapped lips grazed his own. 

“Goodnight.”

Chūshi had only watched, his cheeks hot and his heartbeat echoing in his head as Aoto bolted off in the opposite direction. 

Does this mean that we’re officially dating? 

It was the only question that had been running in his mind, and as he laid in the darkness he couldn’t help but think that he still had to win the other young man over. He lazily reached over to the nightstand for his phone. 

Can we walk together tomorrow morning? 

Chūshi didn’t expect an answer, but he stared at the text screen, the brightness of the LEDs sharp, burning his retinas. He clutched at the phone anyway, even as his eyelids grew heavy. Just as he took another slow blink, three bubbles on the screen popped up, indicating Aoto was responding. 

Go to sleep, idiot. 

Chūshi smiled despite himself and typed out a reply before placing his phone back on the nightstand to fall into a dreamless sleep. 

See you at the corner at 8 A.M.