Kenta rolled himself in the blankets like a little burrito. The warm August air was thick and stifling, but he wanted to feel the burn.
‘Yuta… I keep waiting for Yuta.’
‘But he is never coming back, is he?’ Kenta thought, another sigh of depression escaped his mouth, and he rolled over and over.
‘Why does it have to be a Saturday? Why can’t I just go back to school and tell him it was a joke. I wish I could go back in time and erase yesterday.’ Kenta thought. As a tear rolled down his cheek, quickly followed by more. Until he was sobbing into the blanket with all he had.
Time passed that way for a while. The sound of sobbing filled his small apartment and made its resounding emptiness all the more encompassing.
Kenta got lost in those feelings, the way their warmth burned down his cheeks, tickling his skin with their heat before plopping into the white down comforter that surrounded him. His silk pyjama pants had rolled into his butt crack, causing him to itch. But he would have to move his tired aching limbs to fix it, and so the sensation remained. Along with his laziness to do anything about it. There was a slight buzz in the air from the air conditioner. Which was blowing top speed, to try and get rid of the heat from outside. The soft whine it made was from a little piece of paper that had gotten stuck in the outer edge of the vent. He would take it out. Eventually.
Probably.
His doorbell rang, breaking his hyper-focus on the small things.
“Go away!” Kenta yelled, his voice cracked.
‘I sound awful. Good. I hope that makes whoever is out there run away.’
“Kenta… It's me.” Yuta’s voice echoed past the front door and into his home.
Kenta bolted upright and immediately regretted his decision. The cold air rushed against his bare chest tightening his nipples and making him shiver. All the blood rushed to his brain, and it began to spin.
“I… Can I come in?” Yuta’s voice was hesitant.
Kenta frowned. ‘He isn’t using the code to come inside. Is he that scared of me?’
“Go away, Yuta. I don’t want to see you ever again.” Kenta said softly, he hoped it was so loud outside that Yuta hadn’t heard him.
There was silence.‘What the hell, did he actually leave?’
‘You really don’t like me back, like that…’ Kenta thought, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he sniffled. He ran his hands through his hair. The sweat on his forehead mingling with the baby hairs at the base of his hairline.
‘I shouldn’t have confessed, why did I have to go and ruin everything. God, how stupid am I?’ Kenta lamented, feeling sorry for himself.
Kenta sighed, shuffled over to the doorway, and opened the door. A part of him had been hoping Yuta was hiding out there. However, there was no one standing outside the door.
"Why did you actually listen? Yuta, you idiot." Kenta mumbled under his breath before turning back around and pulling the door closed.
Kenta yelped as something tightened around his wrist and he looked back over his shoulder and straight into Yuta's eyes. Yuta's arm and leg were through the doorway, so it was unable to close.
"Yuta!" Kenta exclaimed softly. His eyes widened with surprise.
"But you…"
"I was behind the door, you idiot. I figured if you looked through the keyhole you would see me, so I hid. That way, you would still open the door." Yuta said.
"Why didn't you just use your key?" Kenta asked, confused.
"Because I wanted you to let me in, on your own." Yuta's voice was soft and unsure.
Kenta read through the meaning of those words, in the silence
"I already let you in, Yuta. I gave you free access. You are the one who didn't want it." Kenta started, saying. he knew he sounded miserable. Itw as because he was. He pulled his arm free before shuffling over to the bed and plopping down on it. How else was he supposed to react after having a cursh telling the person he liked and they said no.
"I did want it… I mean, I do want to. Kenta. I like you too."
Kenta looked back up at Yuta, meeting his eyes and unable to even hide the tears that flowed down his face.
"Then why did you say sorry, And say you don't like me like that? Why did you run away?" Kenta asked, quietly.
"I was scared of it. I was scared of what you made me feel. But most of all I was scared to lose our friendship. It's precious to me."
"You are precious to me Kenta. So precious."
"Why are you telling me this now? What changed your mind from yesterday?" Kenta sniffled and rubbed his nose.
"Because every moment since I walked away has been unbearable. I just want you back. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours, and I feel destitute, and lonely. I feel the emptiness where you were and I can't imagine a forever like this." Yuta said.
"I never should have walked away. I promise I won't ever again. So what do you say? Do you think you can still like me back?" Yuta asked nervously.
Kenta sniffled.
"How are you so dumb Yuta, why are you asking me that? Like I even had a choice not to. Do you think my heart listens to me anymore… A stupid heart stealer. It doesn't listen to me because it's already in your hands." Kenta grumbled and turned his face away to wipe all the tears on his hands and then his pants.
Yuta's large tanned hands turned his face back and held his chins steady so that he couldn't look away even if he tried.
"Good, I promise I will take care of it nicely," Yuta said, then leaned forward, his lips dropping to press tentatively on Kenta's.
Kenta sucked in a breath to steady himself as those lips he had dreamed about for months finally gravitated towards his. His world pulled together on the sounds of Yuta's lips on his.
Yuta's hand let go of his chin, and he felt his hand trail down his bare chest. Two fingers pinched his nipple softly. Swirling around it before pushing him back on the bed.
Kenta moaned and pushed Yuta away lightly.
"What are you?" He started to ask.
Yuta smirked. "You wanted me to be honest with my feelings. Well, honestly, Kenta. How do you expect me to handle you telling me you love me more as than friends? Then you invite me into your place while you are half-naked. And now you are staring at me like a wounded puppy begging to be held."
"What do you think? I am a superhero. Any man worth half his weight in gold wouldn't be able to resist those eyes begging him to stay and love him."
"And I am no superhero at all."
"In fact, my self-control is getting worse by the minute," Yuta said softly. His fingers slid back and forth on Kenya's pants, and Kenta's eyes flicked down to watch that hand venture dangerously where they had never been before.
His hand slid down inside, and Kenta threw his head back to enjoy it.
"Yuta," Kenta moaned.
"Say it again." Yuta demanded. He sucked in Kentas earlobe, and Kenta gasped. The shivers cascaded down his spine and through each of his digits.
"Yuta," he said, obeying his boyfriend.
Those were the last words he could say before Yuta's lips found him again.
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