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The room is fairly quiet around them, walls painted in shades of white, suffocating. Only sound of clock ticking, for some time, not words uttered between. Then-
"So", he begins, deadpan look on his face, "you were in Shibuya, and then", slight pause, "you lost your phone?"
"Shake", quick nod.
"And it almost gave me a heart attack?"
His boyfriend snorts lightly, crossing his arms in front of his chest, faded greens of scratchy sheets pooling in his lap. Gives him an unimpressed look, one of his narrow brows arched high.
"Okaka", it wouldn't happen in the first place.
He groans, knowing very well, where this converation is heading already.
"Mentaiko", if you would get home sooner.
He sighs, taking one of Toge's hands and closing it in confines of his own, his boyfriend's arms straightening out, due to his ministrations, squeezing at it gently.
Palms of his lover are bruised some, up to his forearms; purple, already coloring with sickly yellow at its corners, spots disappearing under the cut of plain, black T-shirt, against the boy's biceps. He sooths at the overall soft skin with his long fingers.
"I'm never going to live that down, hm?"
"Okaka", not really. But his boyfriend's smile is fond, full of hardly-contained excitement, as they are finally allowed to meet, to touch again. A little bit teasing, still. (But this is exactly what makes Toge him, and Yuuta loves the boy for it.)
"Even with the flowers I brought to you?", he tries, eyes pleading, lashes fluttering, pointing with his chin in said bouquet direction.
The vase on the windowsill is no longer empty. As it never should be. Even if, at some point, it was. Due to their mutual friends staying in infirmary, as well, just different rooms, different beds. All of them fine, really, sporting some minor injuries, like cracked wrist or bruised ribs. (Nothing he was so afraid of. Images of death, sidewalks drowning in blood, its metallic scent.)
The vase is now full of bright, beautifully developed, carnations and roses for his deep affection and love, the joy of finally being by his beloved's side.
Some apple blossoms, he added in haste, after being allowed to see Toge at last, finding out that the other boy is fine, safe, just staying in infirmary for now, the means of observation.
But not before his initial meltdown in front of open door, leading to Inumaki's dorm, cold and empty, silent. The panic settling deep, embedding itself in his body, the blood inside his veins set ablaze with worry, rapid string of questions, where is he? Is he fine? Is it really too late? What is he going to do now?
He can't regret adding them, even if he cares for all of his friends deeply, as there is undivided true (and probably everyone knows it by now) that he will always, and still, run to Toge first. (How can he not? If that makes him selfish, so be it.)
He sees his boyfriend signing with his unoccupied hand, movements unhurried and deliberate. Him smiling wide in response. 'You're slowly getting there.'
He breaths a quiet laugh, more like a chuckle really. He brings the boy's palm, still clutched tightly in his, up and give it a fluttering kiss. Soft press of lips, against the skin of his boyfriend's knuckles, one by one.
Then, levels his eyes with amethyst ones, shining with mirth, the younger one's mouth stretched in that trademark 'little devil' smirk of his. Making his heart beats quicker, in an absolute awe.
"Tsuna mayo", maybe you should give me more.
He throws his head back, laughs out loud. He thinks it's only fair, after how his love was presenting him with flowers, for such a long time.
"You're right", he says, his laugh subduing finally. "Maybe some sunflowers, for how much happiness you bring me."
He sees his boyfriend perking up at the idea, his smile lighten-up, face angelic. He continues, "sunflowers as bright as the sun you carry around with you."
Toge's breath hitches, when he gets closer, whispers right next to boy's ear, warmth spreading against the fair skin. Goosebumps. "What do you think?"
Inumaki only stares at him, passing moment, then crashes into him, hugging him tightly; smaller arms wrapping around his torso. He chuckles softly into light-colored hair, his lips pressed to the top of boy's head. "Glad you like the idea."
They stay like this, for long, unhurried minutes, just content with their bodies pressed together, soothing touches, the intimicy shared between. Then he feels Toge's hands wandering, along his sides, up to his back muscles, the line of his shoulders.
Ah, he blushes a little. "Are you feeling me up?", he blurts out, without thinking.
His boyfriend's hands leaves him immediately, as the boy sits back. "Shake", playful tint to his voice, how could I not?
Its spreading further, now reaching amethyst eyes, as the boy signs, 'Yuuta has changed, looks and feels so good now. Bigger, firmer.'
His cheeks are absolutely burning, oh god, but he clears his throat, calming himself down. He's not some awkward, fumbling boy anymore, damn it.
He tries, "you look good, ah, beautiful yourself", still stumbling over his own words.
But Toge just chuckles softly under his breath, then puckers his lips, silently asking for a kiss. And who Yuuta is, to resist something like that?
He leans closer, joinig their lips together. It's their first kiss, since Yuuta came back, soft and gentle for now, chaste. But soon getting a little more intense, desperate. Long months of longing, pent-up feelings. The yearning.
He blinks, only to find himself with his lap full of Toge, seconds later, their bodies pressed so close, there isn't an inch of space between them, his hands at the boy's hips, steadying him on, while they are making out, feverishly.
He breaks them apart, as Toge tugs firmly at the longest strands of his black hair, trying to get his attention, the string of saliva still connecting their lips. He feels unbearable hot inside, breath heavy.
"Hm?", he asks, bringing one of his palms to the other boy's cheek, to pat at it gently.
'I really like your hair, suits you', is what Yuuta makes out of his boyfriend's hands gestures. "Thank you", he breaths, leaving small kisses over his lover's markings, then nips lightly at the boy's jaw with his teeth. "I really like it myself."
He glances at Inumaki again. Movements sly and slow, intentional. He furrows his brows, try to grab its meaning, then-
'Also, I can't wait to pull at it hard, when we're-'
"A-ah", he stutters slightly, snatching Toge's hands, halting them, his boyfriend smirking wickedly, "that's enough for today", only to pout at him after.
"Okaka?", you don't want to? (Touch me more? Hold me close?)
"Of course I do!", he almost shouts, making himself grimace. Talk about being desperate. He averts his eyes, embarrassment pawning at him already, as he mumbles, "but when you're 100% fine, I won't-", he bites at his lips. I can't risk hurting you.
The other boy just sighs dramatically, still comfortable in Yuuta's lap, favouring his twisted ankle, the best he can; then nods curtly. It's a deal.
Still reaching for Yuuta's face, to nudge at the underside of his jaw, sharpened over time, bringing it up, letting their eyes meet, "takana?" Can I still kiss you? Almost hesitantly.
He huffs, "always", caressing through white strands gently. "I also like your hair as it is now", he whispers yet, against the other boy's lips, before planting firm kiss onto it.
Their bodies inches closer again, hands searching for patches of bare skin, strange boldness in them, but with fingers careful, mindful.
He guess he could indulge himself a little.
(There are still lot of things, some problems, they need to solve, meet it head on; people they need to find and then save, Yuuji and Gojo-sensei disappearing back at Shibuya, leaving bitter taste in everyone's mouth, but they're in it together. Finally.)
(They are both okay also, and maybe it's all that matters for now, really.)
"Purple hyacinth?", he asks, some time later, patterns tracing along his left bicep coming to stop. His boyfriend just nods in response, almost dozing off, his face tucked in Yuuta's neck, who's perched against headboard now, Inumaki cuddled on top of him.
"Hmm", his brows knitters, thoughtful look on his face, "I guess you're right, I should really buy it too, huh?"