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Yamato adjusted his baseball cap before the mirror for the hundredth times now and his bandmates started to get uneasy around him. Fuuta and Aoi where whispering on the couch, Misaki simply raised his eyebrow while Kouhei couldn’t stand it any longer and grabbed their guitarist at the wrist and pulled him away to a corner in the living room.
“You’re always making such a fuss about a simple practice session, so I get straight to the point: do you like Nijou-kun?”
Yamato looked at him with an unimpressed face then shrugged.
“He’s a cool guy.”
Kouhei massaged the skin between his brows and grumbled.
“No, I mean… Like him in a way like you want to kiss him or some syrupy stuff like that?”
Yamato’s mouth formed a small o as a slight blush colored his cheeks.
“I guess?”, he mumbled with a tone barely audible enough to make Kouhei feel less like a fool for asking questions like that.
“Then confess already! There’s no point for being a coward and stress about your looks and whatever, every single time before he arrives.”
Yamato weighed a sigh then avoided the eye contact with Kouhei before he spoke again.
“Fine.”
Then the doorbell rang and Kouhei turned on his heels, leaving Yamato to go and open the door before their guest. Yamato adjusted his cap once again before he walked to the door and pushed it open. And his heartbeat suddenly went from steady to a thundering mess.
Haruka wore casual clothes this time – it was Sunday, after all –, the shirt leaving his collarbones exposed. The guitar case hang from his shoulder like always and he avoided Yamato’s gaze immediately.
“Hi, Tsubaki”, he greeted him and Yamato’s chest swell with familiar warmness.
“Hi, Nijou. Come in”, he gestured behind his back and let Haruka enter the share house. The younger boy took of his shoes, slipped on slippers and followed Yamato. The thing is, that everyone’s rooms opened into the living room made them meet the rest of FuuRai. They boys gathered around the couch and greeted Haruka simultaneously. Epsi’s guitarist tensed and let an awkward ‘Hello’ slip before they crossed Yamato’s threshold and the older closed the door behind them.
“They were really weird today. Sorry for that”, he turned to Haruka who’s already put down his guitar case and clumsily stood in the middle of the room. He avoided Yamato’s gaze and his frame was trembling slightly. Concern painted a frown on the older’s face.
“What’s wrong, Nijou?”
He stepped closer but Haruka also took a step backward. Yamato felt something bitter in his mouth as he watched the younger. Something was clearly off.
“What if…” Haruka began but trailed off middle-way.
“What if…?” Yamato helped him by repeating the two words. Haruka closed his eyes then started to sputter.
“What if I liked guys? Would you throw me away? Because since we went to that café and that bassist interfered I’ve been pondering and researched and…”
“It’s fine”, Yamato cut him off by stepping closer and placing his hands on both Haruka’s trembling shoulders.
“Huh?” Haruka looked at him finally with wide eyes. There were traces of fresh tears and Yamato gently whipped them away with his thumbs then cupped the younger’s face.
“It’s fine”, he repeated. Haruka’s face was hot, his skin soft and smooth. And something clicked. “I’d never throw you away.”
Yamato leant closer with half-lidded eyes, studying the other’s features carefully. Haruka seemed like he saw a ghost before determination appeared on his face and he grabbed Yamato’s collar, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a tender manner. Yamato swiftly closed his eyes and dived in. He tasted Haruka’s lips with his own, gently exploring the small curves of them. They were warm and oh-so-soft, like he’d never imagined before. After a few moments, he tried to lick Haruka’s lower lip and that was the moment when the other guitarist broke the kiss and drew back immediately while blushing madly.
His palm rested on Yamato’s chest, keeping the distance.
“What the fuck have we done?”, he whispered with a hint of panic and disbelief in his voice.
“We kissed”, Yamato offered the obvious answer. “Was it that bad?”
Haruka lowered his hand and sat down on Yamato’s bed, his face between his palms.
“No, I just… Aren’t you mad or something?”
Yamato sat down beside him and tried to put an arm around Haruka’s waist. He felt the younger tremble slightly at the contact before he relaxed a bit.
“No. I planned to confess today. You outpaced me. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
Haruka slowly raised his head and looked at Yamato.
“So…”
“Can I kiss you again?”, Yamato cut him off but Haruka didn’t seem to mind it. He nodded briefly before their lips met again.
‘Oh, yes’, Yamato thought as his other hand caressed Haruka’s back. ‘He is such a cool guy, indeed.’