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Sabito couldn’t help but make a disgruntled noise, asking himself for the umpteenth time today why he ever decided to agree to this mess in the first place. His cheeks flare up once he sees his reflection in the mirror, but he decides to toughen it up and remind himself what all this was for - who this was for.
This entire farce, as Sabito recalls, starts off with class 3-A’s homeroom. The racket was loud, but no one seemed to mind. After all, (almost) everyone was dead-set on making this quite a memorable cultural festival to end their high school years with a bang, university entrance exams and preparation be damned. He sits in his chair, wondering how things were going on for Giyuu’s class, and curses at the roster this school year for placing him in a separate class from his best friend.
His mind wanders off until he hears Tengen call out his name, and he snaps into attention. “Oi, Sabito! Stop daydreaming and help us out here,” he says, gesturing to the options written down on the board.
“What do I even need to do when we’ll all vote for which option works best like always?”
“We were asking if you had any flamboyant ideas to add before we start voting!” Leave it to the class representative to put him on the spot.
The peach-haired boy scans the options written down by Mitsuri on the board, and laughs at how run-of-the-mill everything was despite their claims of making this an event to remember.
Her cutesy handwriting and Tengen’s insistence to insert his favorite word in the title aside, he sets his sights on the takoyaki / taiyaki stall as it seems like it would’ve been the easiest option. He cooly replies with “I’m good,” not wanting to force his brain to churn out something he’d probably regret -- After all, his main plan this year was already almost complete in his head, and he just needed to factor in his shifts for whatever the heck his class was going to decide on.
“Alright, then we’ll start the voting!” Tengen announces, and Sabito sighs and brings his attention back to his notebook where he’d been mapping (more like doodling) some sort of plan for the festival. He goes through the flow, rereading it, ensuring that there were no holes in his plan before setting it into action.
Because this might as well be his very last chance to confess to Giyuu before university eventually messes up their schedules a whole lot more.
Sabito has known about his feelings for his best friend for a while, which dates back to even way before high school had started. He’s been with Giyuu from the tender age of 5, and with the two enrolling in the same school since elementary, he’s confident he knows Giyuu inside and out, all his quirks and body language included (which is actually a dumb claim because he’s totally oblivious to Giyuu’s feelings, but eh, he’ll get there) . They stuck to each other like glue, with Giyuu first sticking to Sabito like he was an older brother figure, considering how much of a crybaby his best friend had been when they were young. As the years passed, Giyuu started to be more independent to some extent, making the older boy proud of the progress that Giyuu was making, regardless of the pace.
Giyuu had a particularly soft spot for him, and the peach-haired boy revels in that knowledge. He knows how awkward his best friend can be with other people, and how he manages to get into trouble for simply being ignorant or not finding appropriate social cues. Well, at least he tries, but Sabito knows that Giyuu’s social skills are equivalent to that of a shy elementary school kid. He doesn’t force Giyuu though, because the boy was more than happy with a select few he could call his friends.
Sabito shakes his head, attempting to focus on the voting at least until after he manages to raise his hand for his vote. The sound of Tengen counting raised hands is drowned out by the impatient, light taps of his own pen onto the table. He raises his hand when he hears the Takoyaki / Taiyaki stall called out, and immediately goes back to planning as soon as the counting is finished for the option, not even taking into account how many of them had their hands raised for this.
He stares at his notebook, seemingly proud of his handiwork and how his plan, starting from thoughts in an impulse, managed to turn out into a 2-page spread of ‘Operation: Spend time with Giyuu during the festival and confess to him during the fireworks display!’ He looks up at the board as he hears Mitsuri finishing up the tally, and feels a headache when he sees the total count.
“Well then, looks like we’ll be having a flamboyant cafe for the cultural festival!” Tengen exclaims. Sabito can only sigh, (he wonders how much more he’ll let out) as handling a cafe would most likely require more shifts than manning a stand. He relents, though, figuring he could still put his plan into action if he compiles most of his shifts at the beginning of the event. “Since we still have a bit of time before homeroom ends, if anyone has suggestions on what kind of flamboyant cafe we can do, then feel free to hit us up!”
Sabito tries to drown out the noise in his ears, from hearing everyone talk simultaneously about what would work best for a cafe, until he sees the girl sitting in front of him, Shinobu, turn her chair towards his desk. “Might as well look like we’re also interested in the discussion,” she says, a kind smile gracing her face, expertly masking her true intention to blow the discussion off.
“This is such a pain, why do we have to do the fuckin’ cafe,” Sanemi hisses from the seat next to Sabito, but turns to their direction as well to make himself look like he also had a cent or two to contribute to whatever the two were ‘discussing.’
Sabito wonders what he did wrong to be in a separate class from Giyuu AND why he ended up sitting near these two as he closes his notebook in an attempt to hide the plan he scribbled down. He’d never get to hear the end of it from them, knowing that these two sadists enjoy seeing him pine for Giyuu ever since high school started.
Under Shinobu’s watchful eye, Sabito’s attempt doesn’t slide, as she swiftly snatches the notebook before the boy manages to hide it in his desk. “Ara~ looks like one of us has plans!”
“Hey, give that back! That’s-...!” he cuts himself off, trying to snatch the notebook back. Shinobu, however, manages to swerve and open the notebook to where the spread was. She blinks and lets out a laugh (probably at the goddamn title), which in turn, makes Sabito as red as a ripe tomato.
“These are very intricate plans indeed!” She coos, standing up and then making her way to stop next to Sanemi. She opens the notebook in front of his seatmate, leaving it dangling in front of his face.
“What the fuck is thi--” he starts to ask, but as soon as his eyes read the beginning of the page, he snatches the notebook with a snicker to read it at his own pace.
At this point, Sabito knows he has two options: 1) Snatch the notebook back, threaten the two, and make them pretend they never saw anything, or 2) Ask for their advice on how to make his plans fool-proof, seeing as how they’ve already invaded Sabito’s privacy. A chill immediately creeps down his spine as he starts to consider the first, knowing threats won’t ever work on Shinobu. Sabito knows by heart how scary his classmate for the past three years actually is, all hiding behind her gentle smile and melodic voice. Mix that up with the fact that Sanemi, the hot-blooded bastard, can make or break the plan. Ultimately, he decides on conceding and making them take responsibility for sticking their noses where they don’t belong.
(Sabito internally curses, he just really had to write his thoughts in the damn notebook now, did he?)
“Are you finally getting to the point?” Shinobu asks.
“... I’ve always been doing that,” Sabito says dejectedly, remembering all his previous attempts to make ‘moves’ on Giyuu and letting him know about his feelings.
“Doing that my ass, giving him a bouquet of roses and running away after is in no fucking way ‘direct’,” Sanemi interjects.
Sabito blinks and stares at the other boy before mustering a half-assed glare, which, in turn, makes the grin on Sanemi’s face even bigger. “Not much of a man now, are ya’?” he adds, continuing to taunt him.
“Urokodaki-san, I don’t think telling him ‘the moon is beautiful tonight’ will make Tomioka-san understand, as obstinate as he is.”
“H-How did you even know about that one!? That was way beyond school hours!”
“Ohh, I have my ways~”
Sabito almost slams his head on his desk, questioning his previous (and apparently indirect ) attempts at confessing to Giyuu. Most of all, he’s questioning how the hell did these two even know!? - But, he settles for burying his face in his hands. “Ugh, give me a break. I’m the one not making any progress, you don’t have to rub it into my face. Now take responsibility and… help me out here,” he says, voicing out his thoughts.
It’s almost good that Sabito currently can’t see the evil glint in Shinobu’s eyes before hearing her call out to Tengen. “Uzui-san, I have a proposal to make!”
Sabito’s already dreading the next few words.
“Oho? A suggestion from Kochou herself! What’s it?”
“Let’s make the two lazy boys around here the stars of our cafe, what do you think?”
Sanemi immediately reacts, yelling “Who’re you calling lazy!?”
“Hmm, I wonder who the two lazy boys are who settled for voting for the Takoyaki and Taiyaki stand when we agreed to vote on the, in Uzui-san’s words, ‘flamboyant cultural festival ideas,’” she fires back.
Sabito raises his head in horror to look at her as she sweetly smiles at Sanemi, who can only reply with a soft “fuck,” under his breath.
Mitsuri immediately joins in, all aboard the idea. “Ooh! We can dress them up! We can do a costume cafe, with themed pastries and all!”
“I like the sound of that,” Tengen agrees with a nod. “BUT no one here will be as flamboyant as I am - in costume or not!”
Their other classmates laugh, seemingly used to Tengen’s antics. Sabito’s just feeling the color drain from his face more and more with each word. He quickly mutters a light “How is this helping me when you’re just taking more time away?” for Shinobu (and indirectly also Sanemi) to hear.
“Trust me, I have a plan, Urokodaki-san,” she says, looking at Sabito. She then turns her head again to Tengen, continuing her proposal. “What else is a better way to have a rather flamboyant cafe than to have butlers and maids, with the least amount of preparation effort?”
The classroom livens up, apparently liking the sound of Shinobu’s idea. Sabito still has no clue on what else she’s planning, but he decides to give her the benefit of the doubt. Although it never dawned on Sabito that there’s still Sanemi - that fucking prick.
“Fine, since there’s nothing I can do to convince you otherwise - I’ll take the head butler position, and the bunbun here can be the head maid.”
Sabito considers pulling his hair away from his head this time around, but retaliates loudly instead. “What the fuck,” he starts, before receiving a glare from Tengen that reminds him that they’re still technically ‘in class’. “YOU be the head maid, then!”
“Only if you can beat me, Urokodaki!”
“I’ll make you eat your words, Shinazugawa!”
Shinobu can only sigh as she watches the two muscle heads argue like 5-year-olds deciding on who’ll get the toy.
Sabito idly wonders if he had a past life and did anything wrong, as the world seems to enjoy getting in the way of his plans. He settles up a bet with Sanemi after class, with the latter dragging Shinobu to be their witness. The girl agrees, thinking it’d be some kind of amusement, and eventually blackmail material anyway.
As they settle on the rooftop, Sabito crosses his arms and gives the two a deadpan look. “In what way is this even ‘helping me’ with my plan.”
“I never agreed to help, dumbass.”
“Now, now, since we’re all here, let’s get to the heart of the matter first,” Shinobu quickly interrupts. “Unlike you both, I have other plans to take care of after this, you know?”
Sabito sighs, giving up and replying with “Fine, what’s the bet, shithead?”
“If you’re not in a relationship with Tomioka, one that he actually knows, by the end of the day, we’re telling Uzui that you’ll be the head maid.”
“Why does it have to be today!? You saw what I planned, I’d rather stick to that!”
“It’s either that or we go for that ohagi eating contest at the nearby cafe.”
“I’d never win against you when you’re eating your favorite!”
“Quit the whining, asshole! YOU agreed to this, now pick your poison,” Sanemi yells back, with a smug grin on his face.
Sabito makes a quick attempt to envision what happens with both scenarios, but eventually decides against ruining his plans for the festival after thinking about the repercussions of confessing to Giyuu without any preparation. He reluctantly opens his mouth, telling himself to man up in his head and tell the other boy his choice. “Fine, ohagi eating contest it is, then.”
It’s a blessing and a curse, Sabito thinks, to end up being absent in school the next day. He gets a nightmare about a mountain of ohagi and Sanemi’s shit-eating grin, after winning their stupid contest. But before he can berate himself any longer for taking on the goddamn challenge, and his stomachache from eating too much ohagi, he’s shocked by the sight of someone standing next to his bed.
“G-Giyuu!?”
“And just what were you doing yesterday after apologizing to me and running off?” Sabito thinks he’s probably hallucinating because it’s almost as if his best friend was pouting.
Giyuu was just too damn cute for his own good.
“I, uh… had something important to do with Shinazugawa…” Well, it wasn’t technically a lie, but still bull, nonetheless.
As soon as he says the name, he knows the moment Giyuu realizes the real meaning behind his words: 1) It wasn’t important and 2) I don’t want to tell you. The raven-haired boy just sighs, handing him a glass of warm water that Sabito never even thought about taking notice of. “Here, drink this. Kochou told me you had a stomachache so I came…”
“But.... class?”
“Mm, it’s fine. Makomo sent me off here and said she’ll handle it. I’m worried too, since you don’t normally skip school. I figured that whatever situation you were in, it was bad. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Sabito feels like melting right then and there, his stomachache temporarily forgotten, and focusing on Giyuu’s words, and how worried he had sounded. Sabito feels bad for making his best friend worry, but he also feels all the butterflies from knowing that Giyuu, despite being told to go to him, still took the day off and actually came . To where he lives. Because he was an idiot who got a stomachache from too much ohagi. “Sorry, I just ate too much last night.”
He sees the other boy give him a questioning look, but he couldn’t really bring himself to say ‘Oh Giyuu, I didn’t want to confess to you without a plan so I ate a fuckton of ohagi with Shinazugawa and lost, now I have a stomachache AND I’ll have to wear a maid outfit at the school festival.’
“Fine, drink your water and I’ll bring you a light meal and some medicines in a bit.”
Before Sabito can revel in this happiness, his mind immediately conjures a picture of Sanemi giving him another one of his signature grins, this time with the meaning ‘You owe me.’ He feels his stomachache get worse and drinks the warm liquid in an attempt to lessen the pain, and distract himself from unpleasant thoughts.
He reaches for his phone to check his messages as well, seeing a text from Makomo.
From: Urokodaki Makomo
「Get well soon! We hope you’re happy with the surprise headed your way ;)」
His sister really never fails to spoil him from time-to-time, huh?
「Thanks, Makomo. I’ll hopefully be well enough to go back to school tomorrow.」
「And really? Sending Giyuu here and making him miss classes, what were you thinking?」
Before Makomo could reply (and especially since class should have already started at 8:30), Sabito sets his phone aside, just as Giyuu walks back inside the room with a small food tray and sets it up on top of Sabito’s bed.
“Here, eat up and drink your medicine,” he says, “Were you busy?”
“Nn, no. Just saw a text message from Makomo telling me to rest up.”
Giyuu nods at him, getting the medicine packet and opening it for Sabito. “Well… she’ll be back here later anyway, and ojii-san said he’ll be leaving you with me for now.”
“Oh, the old man left?”
“Mm, something about watching over some kids in training. We can talk later, you should eat and drink the medicine already.”
Sabito nods back, and says his thanks before eating his rice porridge. It’s different from the one his old man usually makes, but it’s warm enough and brings a new taste to his palate. Giyuu doesn’t mention that he’s the one who made it, considering that the older boy isn’t bringing up the taste, anyway.
He lets out a sigh of relief though, that catches Sabito’s attention.
“Is there anything wrong?” he asks, looking up at Giyuu.
“Nn, no. I’m good,” he says, thinking Sabito doesn’t really need to know.
(Sabito does melt when he finds out about it, though).
True enough, Giyuu nurses back him to health, and Sabito’s able to return to school the next day after getting a stern reminder from Giyuu to take care of himself, teasing from Makomo asking him about how he felt about the surprise, and a scolding from Sakonji, his adoptive grandfather, to stop causing trouble for people.
“Let’s welcome the new head maid!” Sanemi announces as Sabito enters the room, and suddenly he feels as if he would rather eat another mountain of ohagi and dream about the bastard’s stupid grins.
“Oh wow, Urokodaki-san, that’s quite the outfit.” Shinobu says, entering the small space in the classroom that they delegated as a preparation room and storage room for their classes’ items.
“I would very much rather be eaten up by the ground, thank you. ”
“Don’t say that! We did manage to bargain to shorten your shift now, didn’t we?”
Surprisingly, they really did manage to convince Tengen to let Sabito take a shorter shift, after everyone agrees that they’d all want enough time to go around the festival with their friends. But nonetheless, nothing would ever change the fact that this is still a horrid experience for Sabito just thinking about all the people who’d see him wear that.
… if Giyuu sees him wear… that .
He grunts, already wanting the shift to be over and done with so he can proceed to drag Giyuu away from his class’ photo booth and roaming around the festival with him.
“I swear if I see any sight of Giyuu, I’m going back inside the classroom to hide. Okay?”
“I’m sure you’ll definitely manage to impress Tomioka-san with that!” she says, still having the sweet smile plastered on her face, not even bothering to answer his plea.
That’s when Sabito knows she’s not even planning on letting him hide.
Sanemi looks stunning in his head butler outfit, with the right amount of exposed skin to show off his well-built figure. Pair that up with the smug grin he wears, triumphantly for that matter, and he’s already attracting a small amount of passers-by. He’s normally in a sour mood, but seeing the guy in the head maid outfit next to him makes him quite amused.
“So, when’s your boyfriend coming to visit?”
“Can you keep your mouth shut for a moment and just continue to stand there?”
“Hah, you lost, Urokodaki. Bear with it.”
“Next time, we’re doing a ramen contest.”
“I’ll still win next time!”
Sabito chooses to turn his head away to shut the other boy up, to refrain from attracting more attention to the people already finding Sabito’s situation quite… an amusement. However, he’s faced with a girl wearing a flower-patterned haori and a fox mask, waving at him from a distance (‘Is that her way of advertising their class’ booth,’ he wonders), along with the person he’s been dreading to see the most, at least for these few moments.
He never gets to see the look of shock on Giyuu’s face as he bolts inside the classroom, promoting and Sanemi laughing his ass off set aside in an attempt to protect his image, rather, Giyuu’s image of him.
“Urokodaki, if you have time to shake off promotions, help with the servers already!”
“But I-”
Tengen cut him off immediately, as things were getting busy and they needed the extra pair of hands. “No buts! Chop chop!”
Sabito takes a deep breath, heading into the kitchen and getting the recently-finished order to serve. He forces himself to wear a small smile, and brings the orders to the table with the number of the order he currently has.
It doesn’t take too long for Giyuu and Makomo to reach the room, though. As soon as Sabito sets the plate down and turns around, he’s made to assist the people who had recently entered the cafe.
Just his fucking luck, for Makomo AND Giyuu to take the last seats inside their cafe, before they closed the entrance off for a waiting line outside the room.
“Welcome to class 3-A’s cafe,” he says dejectedly, eyeing Makomo as if asking her ‘What happened to me buying you a meal if you keep Giyuu away from our booth during my shift?’
“Oh come on now, Sabito. That’s not the proper way to address customers!”
His eyes dart towards Giyuu, despite all his conscious attempts to NOT engage or look at him because he knows it will only embarrass himself further. But if there’s anything he did not expect, it’d be Giyuu with some kind of dumbfounded look on his face, probably not knowing how to react… to his best friend in a maid outfit.
“I apologize, Makomo-sama ,” he starts off, the honorific dripping with sarcasm. “This way to your table, please,” he continues, while walking away to go to the only free table that was left inside.
He hears a pair of footsteps follow him, and stops at the vacant table. He pulls out a seat for Giyuu, (smooth, Sabito, real smooth), and says “Kindly take a seat here,” while looking at him. Since he was already found out anyway, he figures he might as well just do his job properly. He repeats the same for Makomo after Giyuu’s seated and he hands them menus. “Please let any of our staff know once you’ve decided on your order.”
After seeing Makomo remove the mask and haori to make herself more comfortable and Giyuu give him a small nod (and that he still had his gaze towards him, in his freaking maid outfit), he bows lightly and makes a run back to their makeshift prep room.
He whips up his phone, immediately going to his ‘sister’s’ contact and typing up a message.
「WHY!?」
He gets an almost instant reply, as if Makomo was already just waiting for his message before she pressed send.
From: Urokodaki Makomo
「Giyuu-san wanted to see you! Imagine his surprise, HAHAHA.」
「Come out here again and get our orders! 💢」
「I requested ONE thing, I can’t believe you.」
From: Urokodaki Makomo
「Hey, Sabito, if there’s one thing I’m telling you, it’ll be that Giyuu-san’s completely s m i t t e n.」
「Get back here already, pleaseeeeee.」
Sabito feels like his accelerating pulse might lead to a heart attack in the nearby future.
He takes a deep breath, and goes back outside, waiting for Makomo or Giyuu to raise a hand to call him to take their orders. As he figured, it’s Makomo who flags him down.
“Are you ready to order?”
“Mhm~! I’m getting the cream soda, and Giyuu-san is getting the special service omurice!”
It takes all of Sabito’s willpower to not scream. Mitsuri really did just HAVE to make this a thing now, did she?
“Understood, I’ll be back with your orders, please wait a moment.”
He goes to the kitchen to announce the orders, and considers going back to his phone to message Makomo again. However, in order to not raise suspicion he continues to stay at the floor and assist other tables instead. From time-to-time, he feels some kind of gaze towards him, but he never turns around because he figures he might end up dragging the source of his stress away from the room instead.
When the kitchen announces that the orders for table # 28 are done, he places the items in a tray and brings it to Makomo and Giyuu’s table. “A cream soda for you,” he says, setting down the cream soda before Makomo. He does his best to steel his resolve even further, promising himself he’d make his plan work even after all this , and what he’d be doing next. “And for you, a special service omurice. What would you like me to write down?”
At this point, his worries about how stupid he must look at the moment forgotten, he wonders what Giyuu’s going to make him write down with the ketchup. Despite more of his attempts to not look at Giyuu, he couldn’t help but look at him, giving him a small smile - reserved only for him. “Sir?”
He wanted to burn the image to his memory. After all, it wasn’t everyday he’d get to see such a flustered Giyuu, and partly he thinks that maybe it wasn’t so bad to lose that bet after all. “I, um…” he mutters, and mumbles something with a small voice.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t able to hear anything, could you please repeat that?”
He hears Giyuu take a deep breath, and sees him look at his eyes directly. “Your feelings. For me.”
Sabito slightly loses his composure, whipping his head towards Makomo’s seat. He feels as if there was someone else who’d know what he’s thinking, it’d be Makomo - but the only thing he sees in her face is amusement and excitement. He feels the blush creep up on his cheeks, confessing through a damned omurice plate was NEVER, in his life, another viable course of action .
But it was now or never, since Giyuu had opened it up. On his own or with some coercing from Makomo, or god knows whoever had been in all this bullshit all along, he still managed to say it out loud.
Sabito reaches for the plate, and begins writing down Giyuu’s request.
大好き
I love you.
Sabito doesn’t know how many photos Makomo has taken from the moment he started writing on the place, but the next thing he knows, there’s a tug on his apron, red-tinted cheeks and a small smile on Giyuu’s face.
When he hears a whisper of “I-I love you too,” he almost feels faint.
“Let’s meet once all this is done, yeah? E-Enjoy the meal for now,” he says, slightly bowing to mask the red on his own cheeks and turns away from the table to continue serving other tables.
“Stop, stop! There’s one more bonus to the special service plate, right?” Shinobu calls out, stopping his tracks and making her way to the table. “Come on, Urokodaki-san, the service isn’t complete without feeding your customer a bite and the photo!”
“I thought we removed that..?!”
“Look at the menu and tell me if we did,” she says, smiling and handing over the menu. True enough, he sees that the menu described the special service omurice as: ‘Get a specialized message on your plate AND a commemorative photo while being fed! Only for ¥1200!’
“You guys are the worst,” he mutters, surrendering and handing over the menu back to Shinobu.
She raises the camera, and says “Let’s get to work now, shall we?”
After one memorable shift, a multitude of laughter and enough embarrassment to last a lifetime, Sabito’s finally permitted to leave the cafe. He changes into his PE jersey, and gets his phone immediately to message someone he promised to meet after this whole roller-coaster of an event.
「Hey, I’m done with my shift.」
「Where are you?」
He almost feels as if he hears his heartbeat, loud and clear, after images of him writing down on the place of omurice and hearing Giyuu’s soft voice answering him back fills his head. A few moments after, he feels his phone vibrate with a reply.
From: Tomioka Giyuu
「Waiting for you.」
「Watching the register for my class right now.」
「I’m on my way. See you.」
He pockets his phone and makes a dash for the room next to theirs, waving at Giyuu once he sees him sitting down at the make-shift register. When Makomo sees him enter the room, she beams at him with a smile. “Welcome to class 3-B’s booth! Would you like to get your picture taken?” She says with practiced ease.
“No thanks, maybe later. Can you take over Giyuu for a bit?”
“Fineee, as thanks for the show earlier,” she says, stifling her laugh. “Now shoo!”
Sabito takes Giyuu’s hand, waving at Makomo with his free one before dragging him off to god-knows-where. Giyuu silently goes with him, easily matching Sabito’s pace. Sabito, on the other hand, keeps an eye out for any open and unused room, and slides into one when he finds a class doing a stall at the sports field instead of their own room. He shuts the door when Giyuu steps inside, and only begins to realize how perfect Giyuu’s hand felt in his.
They share a few, awkward moments of silence, both not wanting to speak up. When Sabito has enough, he looks straight into Giyuu’s eyes, making him look up as well. This close, he can see the height he has over the other, how long Giyuu’s eyelashes were and how it made the blue in his eyes look as calm as the sea, and how absolutely beautiful he looked, in his school uniform and disheveled hair.
“I, um… kind of wanted to tell you instead of writing on the food, but… what’s done is done, I guess, haha,” he starts, not knowing where he wants to steer the wheel other than to actually get a decent confession out. “So at least I wanted to have this chance to tell you, now that I don’t look like an embarrassment and can face you like this.”
Giyuu nods, his cheeks visibly reddening despite the shadows inside the closed room.
“Giyuu, I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time now, and I’ve been wanting nothing but to tell you this since I realized how I felt for you,” Sabito says, not taking his eyes off of the raven-haired boy. “Will you please go out with me?”
Now, Sabito definitely can’t keep his eyes off of the other, with how much his cheeks have reddened all the more, and holds himself back from kissing him right then and there, when he still wants to hear a reply.
“I… love you too, thank you for telling me… And, mm, sure. I will,” Giyuu replies, looking up to direct a smile at him.
Sabito ends up laughing afterwards, startling Giyuu. He ends up with a slightly offended and questioning look afterwards.
“I have a question before anything else, because I’ve been trying to confess to you several times, but the one attempt that worked was… that , out of everything. What made you ask me to write what I felt?”
Giyuu looks away from him, seemingly embarrassed. Sabito’s trying his best to not add up to whatever Giyuu was probably already thinking about at the moment by laughing again. “Remember the day you ran off before getting a stomachache?” he asks, starting off his story. Sabito nods to let him keep going. “Makomo saw that, apparently, and asked me if I wanted to eat somewhere with her before heading home… We talked for a while, and, well… long story short, she asked me how I felt about you.”
Sabito thinks he’s going to spoil his sister later, after all. But he digresses and goes back to listening to Giyuu.
“Makomo told me she’d try to help, and told me to just… tell you, because she’s sure you feel the same way.” Giyuu chooses not to keep quiet about what the girl said to him next, her voice clearly in his head saying ‘If no one interfered, you’d both just die as oblivious best friends without getting anywhere. Sabito sucks at confessing.’ He sighs and continues, “But… I didn’t want to lose you if you didn’t feel the same way... So I tried to ask first...”
Giyuu doesn’t mention either that it’s Makomo who suggested that it’s a good way to ask, after seeing Sabito’s oh-so perfect role along with the ‘special service omurice’ in the menu.
The first thing that Sabito realizes while Giyuu talked, was how Shinobu and Sanemi were right. Now he owes them one as well, didn’t he. But he chooses to set it aside, seeing Giyuu communicate with him, and how scared he was after telling him that he never wanted to lose him if he chose to confess.
“Giyuu, you’re a complete idiot.” Before the other could retaliate, Sabito brings a finger to Giyuu’s lips, signalling him to listen. “I would never dream about losing you. No matter what.” When he sees unshed tears shining in Giyuu’s eyes, he moves his hand to cup his cheek instead. “I’d never give up what we have for anything in the world,” he continues.
“Good. Because I won’t either.” Giyuu replies back, smiling at him once more, and for a moment Sabito feels like he’s been blinded with how dazzling he looked with a loving smile on his face.
Before he knew it, Sabito’s leaning in, capturing Giyuu’s lips with a soft, sweet kiss. Giyuu shyly presses back, but pulls away, sternly telling Sabito “We’re still at school,” despite the heavy blush on his cheeks.
Sabito chooses to relent, this time. Maybe he can still do parts of ‘Operation: Spend time with Giyuu during the festival and confess to him during the fireworks display!’ despite everything going backwards now.
After all, Sabito’s goal had already been fulfilled, it wouldn’t hurt to spend the rest of the cultural festival with his boyfriend now.
Everyone’s in awe at the sight of Sabito’s and Giyuu’s hands linked together, coming from the direction of the unused classrooms for the festival.
The first one to speak up, unexpectedly, was Sanemi who was now also out of his costume (and waiting for Genya so they can roam around together later). “I can’t believe three years worth of stupid pining is finally over.”
“It was getting painful to watch, wasn’t it, Shinazugawa-san? Also, pay up. I win.” Shinobu agrees, laughing lightly.
“Fuck,” Sanemi curses under his breath, realizing that he did agree to buy Shinobu lunch the following week if Sabito manages to get together with Giyuu after who knows how long.
Sabito was about to retort, but when he sees his sister running in the hall, abruptly stopping once she’s near the new couple, he’s interrupted by her excited cheer instead. “You finally did it, Sabito!”
Giyuu’s cheeks flare because of all the attention, and Sabito has never been more thankful for the hair currently covering his boyfriend’s adorable blushing face.
Hearing all the commotion outside the classroom, Mitsuri peeks at the ruckus, only to squeal once she sees what was going on. “Urokodaki-san, congratulations!!” she hollers from the door.
“What’s with all of you treating this as some kind of graduation ceremony!?” he yells, embarrassed at all the people giving them looks.
His yell only seems to have gotten them more looks, now with Tengen heading out of the room, whistling. “Must have been a flamboyant confession, if you finally got together!”
Sabito wishes everyone can just shut up, and mind their own businesses.
But then again, as always, life continues to prove him otherwise.