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"I'm coming in," Hiroshi mutters in a flat tone as he slides open the door, carrying the champon. He sighs as he walks in - the afternoon sun was hot, and it didn't get much better in Handa's house, either. Regardless, it was still better than standing inside.
Hiroshi is surprised when he finds out no one besides Handa is home; usually Naru would be around, bothering sensei or be playing around with her friends in Handa's house.
Today, it is none of that. It's quiet, and the sound of cicadas is loud, and echoes inside the silent room. Handa didn't respond, either.
Hiroshi peers over the table, and finds Handa sleeping soundlessly on the floor-brush with ink dripping down laying beside, droplets falling onto the mat. He must have fallen asleep while working, Hiroshi smiles, and sets down the champon. The other man groans as the bowl clinks against the table, but he doesn't wake up.
He wonders to himself what he was going to do now- he didn't feel quite right to leave right away.
With one of his fingers, he brushes against Handa's soft warm cheek. The ink smudges on Handa's face, and as well smears onto Hiroshi's finger. Handa wrinkles his nose and smacks away Hiroshi's finger, before rolling to his other side.
Hiroshi learns something new about Handa - he's a deep sleeper.
He props himself comfortable beside the older man, and watches him silently. He can't help but silently admit that he feels like a creeper, but for some reason, he doesn't want to stop. The heat is really getting to me. Hiroshi wipes the sweat from his forehead- before he came here, he was forced to stay outside for God knows why, and only to be ordered afterwards to carry lunch to sensei. Not that Hiroshi completely minded; he was somewhat fond of Handa and enjoyed time with him.
Hiroshi flinches as Handa murmurs something and rolls back to Hiroshi's side. He unconsciously grabs the hem of Hiroshi's tank top, and tugs on it lightly. Hiroshi's face flushes a deep red - adding to the sweltering atmosphere of his body.
Oh shit, shit, shit. This is bad. His head is cloudy and foggy- he couldn't think straight. It wasn't dizziness, but if he were to be told to stand right now, he probably couldn't. Handa snores, and snuggles against Hiroshi's thigh, making a pleasing smile. "Fluffy.." he mutters.
He clenches his fist tightly, as Handa rubs his cheek against his thigh. This is so embarrassing.. Handa was a twenty-something year old man who was cuddling with an eighteen year old's thigh.
The heat was getting to him, too. Hiroshi can't understand why the room was so hot. If he remembered correctly, Handa's room was never this hot before, out of all the times he's come and gone. Whatever the hell is special today, made Hiroshi tense. It's boiling. Even with a thin tank-top and really short shorts, the flaming heat bugged the shit out of Hiroshi. Not to mention the embarrassment of Handa's thigh-rubbing. Like what the hell?
His heart starts to beat faster, as if it was going to pop right out of his chest. He inhales and exhales and gulps.
He leans forward, and kisses Handa on the lips. His lips shiver against Handa's- he isn't quite sure what he was doing- but it is an urge he can't resist. Handa's lips are soft. Hiroshi did't' exactly call it a kiss. It was more like a soft brush on the lips - their lips barely touch, just missing each other. Hiroshi tries hard to press hard against Handa's but he can't.
Hiroshi opens his eyes, to notice Handa furrowed eyebrows. With the little space in between their lips, Handa groans, and pushes the back of Hiroshi's head. He is surprised by the force of his hand as their lips are pressed together roughly. Of course, within five seconds- before Hiroshi could push away- he falls back into his lifeless state and leaves Hiroshi in awe.
His heart was pounding fast, and wouldn't slow down. He is breathless, and feels like he could faint any second. He never knew that Handa was the type to kiss anyone when he was sleeping - or was it because he did something to him first?
Nevertheless, Hiroshi stands up, and stares at the sleeping man. "What the hell was that?"
It didn't feel disgusting- in fact, Hiroshi felt great in those few moments.
He shakes his head, and leans down to give Handa a peck on the cheek. It feels nice to kiss him. he admits.
His few minutes of relief washes away and is replaced with shock, as he realizes what he was doing. Silently screaming in shock, Hiroshi looks around, panicking at what he should do. He kissed a man, and not to mention that it felt good.
Am I gay?? After all those years of trying to get girls to like me, I realize that I like a man??
"H-Hiro.." Handa mutters, rolling around on the mat.
Hiroshi stares at Handa, who had unconsciously said his name in his sleep. His heart beats furiously and Hiroshi just can't handle it anymore. He couldn't handle the heat, nor the feeling that made his chest skip a beat time after time. He feels the urge to kiss Handa one more time- but musters the resistance in him and staggers to the door. His cheeks are flushed red and he finds it hard to breathe.
"The heat sure is powerful, huh.." Hiroshi murmurs to himself, managing a shaky laughter. He stares at the ground outside, dazed by the heat. "I'm not in love. I am most definitely not in love with sensei." he whispers to himself, pinching his arm. "Not in love. Blame the heat. It's the heat. The heat made me go crazy."
He forces himself to believe that, while his other side wished for another chance to kiss him once more.
"Tama-chan, what was Hiro doin'-"
Tamako places her hand over Naru's mouth. "Pretend you never saw that." her voice is deathly low.
Tamako and Naru who had been hiding in the other room ever since Hiroshi came in- because they wanted to scare him- had witnessed everything. Tamako found it hard to keep her fujoshi side locked up, but after witnessing such an event, she's not sure if she can ever maintain her fujoshi-ness. (A/N I don't even know shush lol)
"Tama-chan, you be lookin' real scary.." Naru whispers back, a frown on her face.
"...What are we even doing here?" Tamako stands up, as if oblivious to Naru's comment. "I'm going home. I gotta.. work on my.. manuscript."
She forces herself to believe that she had saw nothing happen between Hiroshi and Handa.