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It was a typical Monday morning.
Sousuke had woken up early to jog and bought his breakfast at the convenience store below his apartment building. He then took a quick shower, dried off, and went to attend his morning lecture at the university. When he got to the lecture hall, he was immediately swarmed by a group of girls, whose names he didn’t bother remembering. It was a typical morning.
As far back as he could remember, Sousuke had always been a ladies man. His tall, masculine physique coupled with his aloof demeanor (thanks to his smouldering teal-coloured eyes) has the ladies swooning left and right. He has always been the object of affection amongst many of his female classmates and they were always talking about him when they think he can’t hear. You’d think that they would get a hint after a couple of rejections and uninterested responses, but it seems that Sousuke’s cold treatment only intensified their attraction towards him. Something about “his aloofness only makes him more mysterious~” and what not, he couldn’t really bother. That’s why it didn’t surprise him when he was greeted by a handful of overly-enthusiastic female students, eager to know how his weekend had been. Muttering a few obligatory responses, Sousuke brushed by the girls and found a seat near the front of the lecture hall. At least they left him alone after the lecture has started.
About 30 minutes into the professor’s droning on the stock market, the door to the room slammed open and a body crashed through the opening. Sousuke turned his attention away from his notes to the intruder. He was breathing heavily and clutched onto the books he was holding for dear life.
“I’m—I’m sorry, my alarm didn’t go off and—and I—,“ The boy struggled to get the words out.
The professor didn’t seem to mind—or care—and simply nodded his head and told him to go find a seat.
The boy, now blushing furiously, made his way to the back of the room in hopes of finding an empty seat. As he brushed past by Sousuke’s seat, Sousuke noted with amusement that even his ears were burning red with embarrassment. The rest of the lecture continued on without interruption.
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“Ne, Sousuke-kun, let’s go see a movie!”
“Sousuke-kun would rather go karaoke, right?”
The girls from this morning were back and they were more than determined to give Sousuke a migraine. In his opinion at least.
“No, I’m not interested.” Sousuke stated simply and got out of his seat.
As he made his way out of the lecture hall, the girls followed closely after him and whined.
“Aww don’t be shy, Sousuke-kun!”
Sousuke kept walking.
“You don’t have a girlfriend right? Then you can hang out with us!”
What kind of logic is that. Sousuke walked faster.
The girls caught up with him and one of them even had the audacity to latch onto his arms.
“Mou~ Sousuke-kun is always like that. But I guess that’s why I like you so much~” She cooed.
“Hey, no fair! How come you get to hug Sousuke-kun like that?”
“He’s not yours!”
“I can say the same to you!”
Sousuke groaned as the girls around him began to bicker. He had the urge to punch something.
Then he had an idea. A brilliant one at that.
“I’m not interested in women.”
The girls stopped bickering instantly and stared at him with their mouths agape. Everything halted. It was a comical sight and Sousuke would’ve laughed had he didn’t realized what the situation he has put himself in. He was about to leave when the girl who had latched onto him earlier recomposed herself.
“Well—well, you’re still not taken, so…so…”
“Yeah! So we can still pursue you if we wanted!” Another girl jumped in to back up her friend.
“That’s right! We would only back down if you were taken!”
Oh they were so desperate to save any chances they may have with him.
“I have a boyfriend.”
Sousuke immediately regret saying that. However, the looks on the girls’ faces were worth everything that would bite him in the ass later on.
Staring at him in disbelief, the girls simultaneously began to protest. Sousuke began to feel relief and a little hint of satisfaction as he watched despair and disappointment began to settle in on their faces. He was sure that he had finally gotten himself out of this problem and obtained his peace and quiet after so long.
“Who?! Who is it?”
And of course, that one innocent question brought down all of Sousuke’s false sense of victory and falcon punched him back into reality. Truth to be told, he didn’t even think he’d get this far. The stares he received were expectant.
Ah crap.
At the exact moment that Sousuke thought he was done for, someone entered Sousuke’s peripheral vision and caught his eye. As he made his way towards the group, Sousuke extended his arm out and pointed.
“Him. He’s my boyfriend.”
Sousuke wasn’t sure what he was thinking at the time. Or rather, he didn’t think at all. He was desperate to seek refuge from the constant harassment he was receiving that he pointed at a random passerby without processing the consequences in his head first. A horrified look from the boy at the end of his pointing finger told Sousuke that maybe, just maybe, he should have thought things out more thoroughly.
Being the first to recover from the bomb that he had just dropped, Sousuke walked over to the passerby—the boy he recognized as the one who was late to the lecture this morning—and draped his arm over him.
“Isn’t that right?” Sousuke gave him a smile and a look that said, don’t blow this for me. The other boy must have received the message as he nodded timidly.
One of the girls narrowed her eyes disbelievingly and crossed her arms, "Prove it."
The boy currently under Sousuke's arms tensed up more than before—if it's even possible—and despite his big built, he looked rather vulnerable. And Sousuke himself, wearing a calm and neutral expression, he was panicking inside.
With one swift motion, Sousuke maneuvered the other boy's head to face towards him and leaned down—just a little bit, Sousuke mused to himself—and kissed him right on the lips. And for the umpteenth time that day, he managed to deliver a shocking experience to everyone around him.
Taking advantage of the still-frozen audience in front of him, Sousuke guided his new-found "boyfriend" away from the crowd that had gathered in front of the lecture hall.
After walking towards a more remote location, Sousuke finally had a good look at the boy he had unintentionally kidnapped. His face was adorned with the same rosy glow as this morning. No, it was darker, much more intense. His bright emerald green eyes were downcast; his nerves were apparent. He was shuffling his feet and one hand was rubbing the back of his elbow, waiting for Sousuke to say something.
"Erm, I'm not sure what to say..." Sousuke began, "I'm sorry I got you dragged into this mess. I wasn't expecting things to turn out this way, and...well, I'm not expecting you to follow through or anything. I mean, that was a one time thing...and..." You're rambling, Sousuke. He internally reprimanded himself.
"I thought they would finally leave me alone once they know I have someone I'm interested in." Sousuke finally said.
"I understand." The stranger smiled and in Sousuke's eyes, it was the smile of an angel.
Caught in the moment, Sousuke had forgotten about the grave that he had just dug for himself. Those girls bought the act today, but who knows how long he will have before they find out the truth? He was so close to tasting the freedom, away from the constant wrath of his fan club, that he wasn't about to give in so easily. Seeming to have sensed Sousuke's unease, the boy in front of him spoke up.
"They seemed to believed that we are—we are...together...what will they do when they find out the truth?"
"Probably gonna stick to me like glue for the rest of my life." The thought of it was enough to make Sousuke want to slam his head against the nearest flat surface.
The boy cleared his throat and looked down at the ground again. "I don't mind playing your boyfriend."
His voice was so soft that Sousuke thought he had heard wrong.
"You'd do that?"
"I'm not sure how much of a use I'll be..." He scratched his cheek and smiled sheepishly. "But I'll try my best to help."
Sousuke had never wanted to kiss someone so much in his life. Or in this case, again. For the first time today, Sousuke felt himself relax.
"Oh I almost forgot!" The boy suddenly exclaimed. "I don't think I know your name...I just transferred here recently and since we are going to be each others' boyfriends, it'd be nice to know what to call you first."
Oh gosh, that smile. Sousuke managed to snap himself out of his reverie to introduce himself.
"Yamazaki Sousuke. You can call me Sousuke." Sousuke flashed a smile of his own. "And you?"
"I'm Tachibana Makoto!"
"Well, Tachibana Makoto," Sousuke said as he pulled out his cellphone from his pocket, "I'm going to need your number."
Mirroring his actions, Makoto dished out his own phone from his pocket as well. "I guess this is necessary. I've never had a boyfriend before."
Sousuke snorted, "Same here."
"Ah, what I mean is, I've...never dated before?"
Eyeing the boy in front of him, Sousuke could hardly believe it. Standing in front of him was a boy with anything but an average appearance. He was tall—not quite tall as Sousuke himself—but still easily towering over 90% of the male population on campus. Even under that fall jacket he was wearing he could tell was packed a torso that is not inferior to his own. His brown hair with a strange tinge of green was long and tousled, which framed his face very nicely in Sousuke's opinion. But the final kill was Makoto's eyes: warm and forest-green that seemed to twinkle with every smile. How could he have stayed single for this long? He must have a horrible personality, Sousuke decided.
"I guess I just never found the right person." Makoto titled his head to the side and gave a chuckle that did strange things to Sousuke's stomach. Now he's baffled.
"Playing boyfriends should be pretty easy," Sousuke told Makoto, "we just have to fool those girls until they lose interest."
"And hopefully they'll stay uninterested," Makoto laughed at the sulking face Sousuke currently was making.
Right. But that's another worry for another day. Right now Sousuke has to deal with the problem of his body's reaction to every word Makoto was speaking and every glance he sent his way. It must be because Makoto was so ridiculously attractive that Sousuke was temporarily thrown off. Not necessarily because he was attracted to him. He holds on to this thought for dear life.
After exchanging numbers and getting the gist of each others' schedules, the two parted ways at the university gates. Just as they were about to turn opposite ways, Sousuke caught the same group of girls from this morning huddled in a corner, trying not to look like they were staring (but doing a very bad job of it) and whispering among themselves. Sousuke grabbed Makoto by the arm and pulled him towards him.
"Wait, Makoto."
Sousuke planted a kiss onto the unsuspecting boy's forehead and silently gestured towards the girls in the corner, as if to explain his sudden behaviour.
Sousuke tried to look as affectionate as possible, "have a safe trip home."
Makoto on the other hand was not prepared to put on a spontaneous show of affection. He was caught off guard and could only stutter out a reply in return. Sousuke managed to catch a brief glimpse of Makoto's flushed face before he turned around and shuffled away from him in embarrassment.
'Cute.'