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Sasaki had to have heard it wrong. He heard it wrong, that’s all. He…
No, no, he definitely heard it right. Twice.
Three times, if you count Miyano’s “yeah”, confirming the first time.
“Jesus,” Sasaki murmured, running a hand through his hair. “I need to chill. I can talk to him about it later.”
He attempted to steel his resolve not to say anything too soon a grand total of seven more times that night, figuring that doing a task of some sort would rid his mind of Miyano.
He flipped through a recipe book, looking for the most complicated thing among the pages.
“This’ll work,” Sasaki said, incorrectly.
The fancy little cookies did turn out well; A shame the pink-tinted cream he was meant to fill them with reminded him a little too much of Miyano’s flushed cheeks.
“Ah, goddamn it,” Sasaki muttered, caving and digging into his pocket to grab his phone.
8:27 PM - Sasaki Shuumei
Hey, Miya, you still awake?
8:28 PM - Miyano Yoshikazu <3
ofc lol, why wouldn’t i be it’s like 8pm
Sasaki violently smacks himself in the forehead, an audible groan escaping him.
8:30 PM - Sasaki Shuumei
Oh, shit, you’re right. Hey, uh, if it’s not too late, do you wanna come chat w me?
8:34 PM - Miyano Yoshikazu <3
sure! lemme just get my coat
Sasaki texted Miyano the location of a park nearby as he slipped out the front door, careful not to rouse his tattling sister from where she was watching TV in the living room. He clutched the bag of cookies in one hand and very anxiously checked his phone with the other– for what, he didn’t know.
“Sasaki!” called Miyano's voice, and Sasaki’s head snapped up so fast he felt a nerve pinch.
“Oh god, ow.”
“Aaare.. You okay?”
“Ah, yeah, yeah, ‘m all good, uh. Want these cookies? They’re not all that sweet, my bad, I skimped a bit on the sugar by accident.” Sasaki watched Miyano’s eyes crinkle at the corners in a comfortable smile.
“That’s funny– I actually can’t really handle sweet stuff, so. Right on,” he said, reaching to take the bag Sasaki was holding out. His eyebrows furrowed as Sasaki forgot to release the cookies, too caught up in how damn cute he was to, like, have motor function. “May I?”
“Oh, shit, my bad! Yeah.”
A pause.
Miyano fiddled anxiously with the ribbon on the plastic pouch. “So, about what Kuresawa said.”
Sasaki jolted to attention, and Miyano’s quiet, anxious giggle made his stomach flip.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m really sorry.” Miyano’s eyes were sad now, earnest– Sasaki was immediately punched with the iron fist of visceral guilt.
“Uncomfortable?” He sputtered, trying to console him. He cringed at how his voice came out. “I promise, uncomfortable definitely isn’t the word. Ah, flustered, maybe? I.. oh, jeez.” Sasaki frustratedly ran a hand through his hair for the second time that evening. “I like you too, to be honest. I was just taken aback, is all. I mean, you also. Ah, um. God, I mean, You can always go back on what you said if you didn’t really mean it, you really don’t have to–”
“Sasaki?”
“Miya.”
Miyano’s irises looked like they held the stars, reflecting the streetlights and the lit windows of nearby buildings in the quickly darkening evening sky. “You sound a lot like me right now.”
All Sasaki could do was watch Miyano take one, two steps closer, until the two men were nearly chest to chest. “Wh.. what do you mean?” He said, voice barely a whisper.
“I mean, I do that too. Vehemently denying that anyone could find me attractive beyond my personality or whatever. Anxiety stuff.”
“Anxiety stuff,” Sasaki repeated, trying not to focus too visibly hard on the movement of Miyano’s lips.
“Can I kiss you?” Miyano asked.
“Yeah,” Sasaki replied, too quickly.
When Miyano’s lips found Sasaki’s, it took everything in him for the latter not to die on the spot. Soft soft soft soft , Sasaki’s brain chanted. Hair as silken and fluffy as goose down, lips like velvet. As far as he could recall, he hadn’t seen Miyano eat a single cookie, so how could he taste so much like strawberries?
Even Miyano’s hands as they found their way to Sasaki’s neck, twirling the locks of orange hair at his nape between deft fingers– soft.
Eventually, the two pulled away for breathing’s sake, and Miyano had never looked so beautiful. Sasaki wanted to kiss that freckle under his eye.
Sasaki kissed the freckle under his eye.
Miyano laughed like windchimes, and the rush of serotonin flooding Sasaki’s brain was arguably enough to rival the day he graduated high school.
“You’re pretty,” Sasaki murmured.
“You’re pretty,” Miyano returned, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
Sasaki suddenly remembered the face of Miyano’s roommate, internally resolving himself to treat that guy to a drink. Ah, but first…
“So, does this mean I can take you to dinner?” Sasaki asked.
Miyano’s face pinked at the romantic request, but he grinned. “Yes, you may. I’d love to.”