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A hand on his waist, fingers cupping his cheeks as lips pushed onto his, a tongue slipping through his teeth before exploring the caves of his mouth. It felt like heaven — his closed eyes allowed him to experience this fully, where he jolted with every cold touch on his skin, where he couldn’t hold back his voice when teeth bit down his neck, leaving red spots, as if he were marked as one’s own. Ah, this feeling of bliss, to be under someone’s magical touch, it drove him crazy, he craved for more by the day. He couldn’t be more lucky.
Natsuhiko watched as the sun sank behind the horizon, the sky coloured in orange and yellow. In the corner of his eye, he found his blond friend fixing his necktie, letting out a sigh. The redhead turned around and his grey eyes met Teru’s blue ones, staring intensely at the scenery in front of him — the sunlight was shining behind Natsuhiko’s figure, making him look like a gift from God directly, like an angel.
Teru’s lips curved into a smile and he picked up his bag. "I hope you have a nice day," he said, the same friendly smile on his face that he gave everyone in the school. The innocence and calm to mask his true wild nature. A shiver ran down Natsuhiko’s spine as he thought of how different Teru acted when he was with him — sometimes he wondered if it was a good thing or not.
Their vague relationship continued for months. No one knew of it but the two involved. It was dangerous to be found out and Natsuhiko knew very well — having a sea of angry Teru fanboys and fangirls out to trample him to death didn’t look like a nice way to go out, neither would an expulsion from Kamome.
To be part of sinful acts like these were harmless — and even fun — if you’re sure not to get too attached, but unfortunately for Natsuhiko, his feelings got ahead of him. With every sight of Teru, it wasn’t just down his trousers that had a reaction — his heart beat faster and his blood rushed through his cheeks. He looked so stiff in the presence of the student council president while his usual self was so... chill.
His routinely compliments towards his attractive female friend had died out, too. Nanamine wasn’t exactly upset about it and neither did she care — Tsukasa, however, noticed the obvious change from his normal flirty behaviour to a timid young man.
"Aren’t you going to tell Sakura she’s pretty?"
"Oh— Milady, you look stunning today."
"Not like that! With lust behind it!"
Natsuhiko could only glance at the runt in response. He had no interest in his green haired upperclassman anymore, not after Teru swept him off his feet, completely mesmerising him without warning — and eventually, getting him into this mess of a relationship.
It wasn’t exactly a bad thing, no — Natsuhiko quite enjoyed the physical intimacy he and Teru had. He felt loved, but he felt incomplete — there was another part of him that wanted to be loved. Natsuhiko not only craved for Teru’s hands over his body, but he wanted to be loved. Truly loved. He wanted to spend his time with Teru like in a cliche romance movie — go out to the movies, eat some ice cream, or shelter from the rain together while cuddled together under some warm, thick blankets. His face burnt up just by imagining all of the things he wanted to do with his friend, the wholesomeness he wanted to share with him. Was it wrong?
Another late afternoon spent after school in the student council room, following where the stream brought them. Teru pinned Natsuhiko against the wall and placed his lips on the redhead’s collarbone. Teru’s breath was warm. And to his own surprise, Natsuhiko felt... safe. He didn’t really have a reason to, though — he and Teru barely ever spent time other than these moments, so he couldn’t explain why he found comfort in Teru’s presence. Their relationship was nothing more than physical after all.
The moment Natsuhiko felt Teru’s fingers fiddle at his belt, the wooden door of the student council room slid open. In the heat of the moment, the blond roughly pulled Natsuhiko from the wall and shoved him into a closet. As his underclassman walked in, Teru slammed the closet door shut, receiving a strange look from the brunet.
"What was that?" Akane asked, one of his eyebrows raised as he observed the student council president leaning with one arm against the closet door, his clothes disheveled and his face sweaty. He clicked his tongue as he scratched over the folder he was holding. "Why do you look like that?"
"The question is, why are you here? School ended an hour ago." Teru let his back fall against the closet doors, crossing his arms as he dusted off his clothes. While his fingers ran through his golden strands, he found Akane stare at him in suspicion. The boy wasn’t mental, Teru knew, but he also knew that he had higher power in this situation.
"I came to bring back these documents," the brunet replied. "Why are you here?"
Teru knocked on the closet door. "I cleaned the place up."
As Akane walked around the room, he found plenty of candy wrappers, pieces of paper, and empty pens on the floor. He placed his folder on the desk and crossed his arms as well, leaning against the table in the middle and faced Teru.
"I thought you could lie better."
"I’m tired, Aoi." The blond turned around, turning the keys in the closet’s lock, and placed them in his pockets. He grabbed his bag from the middle desk and eyed Akane before he headed out without a word.
"H-Hey! Minamoto-senpai!" Akane jumped off the table and glanced at the locked closet. Then he followed his upperclassman out.
After a few minutes of silence, Natsuhiko tapped lightly on the closet door. When there was no response, he knocked, but when there was still no response, he called for Teru’s name. Nothing but the sound of quiet greeted him back. He let out a groan and leaned against the back of the closet — a broom fell on him and Natsuhiko sneezed.
The redhead fished out his phone from his pockets called Teru. It took four tries for him to finally pick up.
"Hello?" Natsuhiko heard from the other side of the line. He cleared his throat.
"You pull me into the student council room to make out with me and then you push me into a closet," Natsuhiko hissed. "That’s not so very sexy of you."
"Who is this?"
Natsuhiko blew in his microphone and Teru laughed in response. He felt his face warm up when he heard it — god, this was not the time to be flustered.
Teru sighed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Alright, alright, I’ll come get you. Just stay put. Well, not that you can go anywhere." His remark was followed by another chuckle.
"Anything for you, right?" Natsuhiko muttered under his breath, but he wasn’t sure if Teru heard it — the call ended abruptly. The redhead let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes. It would probably take Teru a while to arrive at school, so he had to kill some time in this tight closet. Thank god he wasn’t claustrophobic.
The darkness only forced him to think of every moment he shared with Teru. To get rid of one sense increased the performance of the others — that was Teru’s little "experiment" and boy, was he right. His chest tingled just by thinking of it.
He wondered how it all came to be this way. It was all so sudden. Their eyes met and for some reason, a mutual feeling sprung between them. They were barely acquainted with each other before, but after these months of closeness and compatibility, they had gotten to know each other way better.
It wasn’t enough, though. Being hands-on with the most handsome and popular student in the entire school, someone that dozens of others were chasing with their greatest efforts — it was satisfying. But only to a certain degree. Natsuhiko wanted more than just him. He wanted his smile, his spark, his heart. Did he have any right to desire such things from a friend with benefits?
Natsuhiko pondered over it until he heard the student council room door slide open. He opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again — he knew he would be in so much trouble if this was a teacher and not Teru.
He let go of his breath when he heard keys turning in the closet door’s lock. As the door opened, Natsuhiko immediately pushed Teru towards the middle desk and pinned him on the surface. The blond stared at him, his right hand finding its way to the back of Natsuhiko’s neck. A smirk appeared on Teru’s face.
"Now that’s sexy," he grinned, slowly pulling the redhead down to catch him in another long, heated kiss. The second they parted, Natsuhiko quickly pushed him off of Teru.
"What’s wrong? Can’t handle being dominant for too long?"
Natsuhiko’s face lit up and he kneaded his eyebrows, shaking his head. "No— no, no, stop, wait, hang on, halt, stay right there."
Teru lifted his hands up to his chest. "Alright, I’m not going anywhere."
Their eyes met and Natsuhiko couldn’t find the right words. All he could bring out was heavy breathing, both of nervousness and excitement. After a few seconds, Teru lowered his hands and leaned against the desk.
"Something’s bothering you, I can tell."
"I’m catching feelings."
Teru narrowed his eyes. A pause. "You’re catching feelings."
Natsuhiko shrugged. "Well, guess that’s the end of it, right? I’m pretty sure this is going to get out of hand if I—"
But he couldn’t finish his sentence as Teru grabbed his collar and pulled him into another kiss. Natsuhiko felt a difference from all the other kisses they shared before — not only was this one longer, but it felt... delicate. As if this time, Teru didn’t want to rush through. As if this time, Teru didn’t want his lips to shatter. While Teru held the other male’s cheeks between his fingers, Natsuhiko held the blond by his waist.
When he pulled away, confusion was written over his face, and it took him a second to form a sentence with all the scrambled words in his head.
"I said— I said I was catching feelings."
"I don’t mind."
"Isn’t that, like, a problem?"
"Not if I do too."
"( ･_･ )"
"( ꈍᴗꈍ)"
There were a lot of things Natsuhiko wanted to say, but Teru didn’t wait — he walked out of the room right away. Natsuhiko sprinted out as well, chasing after the male through the school hallways. When he finally closed in, he jumped and tackled Teru onto the floor.
"I’m going to take you out on dates," the redhead said. "I’m going to buy you flowers, come over to play with your siblings, make out with you in your room, meet your parents..."
He quickly pecked Teru on his lips. Teru let out a soft chuckle and caressed Natsuhiko’s cheek with his thumb. He let out a relieved sigh.
"Ahaha... simp."