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He’s been smitten with Shota since they met. Shirakumo had introduced them, and Shota had always seemed to be an odd fit with them both. The other two were loud and outgoing and excitable while Shota was more reserved and shy, grumpy even. Even still, he meshed well with them. Others thought it was odd, but he was a perfect fit for them. Shota may seem grumpy and blunt, and he was, but he was more similar to them than people gave him credit for.
Now let’s go back to that first thing. He’s been smitten with him since they first met. It’s true. Shota had been rather reluctant and shy and he avoided eye contact when they shook hands and he introduced himself, and Yamada was immediately head over heels. And it only got worse as time went on. The first time he saw him use Erasure? He thought his heart was going to stop and he was going to die on the spot. Dying of cardiac arrest because someone is so pretty is a feasible cause of death, right? When Shota turned on Erasure his eyes flashed red and his hair kind of floated around him and Yamada had never seen someone so beautiful before. Of course, he had to explain to Shirakumo why his face was red, babbling about running a fever and he’s lucky Shirakumo uses as many brain cells as he does, because he bought it. Even as his friend worried over him and told him to go to the nurses office, he couldn’t take his eyes off of Aizawa Shota.
Even now, in their second year and being best of friends, he couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He was always wondering where they could go to hang out. They went to the arcade a lot and Shota always beat him at video games; he was pretty damn good at them. They went to that American style diner a few times because Shota loves the various types of pies they make there. There’s a new skate park down the road from the school! Yamada had never skated before, but it could be fun. Shirakumo could come too, they could all have a good time there. And Shirakumo usually left early anyway because his parents were the type that worried. So then Yamada and Shota could be alone. Man, his face was already red and they were still in class. Get yourself together, Yamada. Okay, skate park then? Yeah, that sounds good. Could be fun! He’ll ask his friends after class.
The class was combat training. Shota was up right now, fighting against another classmate whose quirk allowed them to shoot glowing crystal like shards from their body. Shota has become pretty agile in his two years here, and he’s starting to get better with that capture weapon. He was fun to watch, at least Yamada thought so. He was always so enraptured by his movements, how well he adapted to another person’s fighting style.
He was so dexterous.
Yamada watched him as he got tangled up in his weapon and fell flat onto his face. Okay, he was still working on it. He was a little clumsy and his capture weapon was difficult to maneuver. It was a work in progress, and he was already so good at it. It takes skill to be able to do what he’s doing. Though Yamada frowned when the guys in class 1-B started laughing at Shota tangled up on the floor and groaning in pain.
The teacher congratulated the girl from class 1-B who looked a little too smug about her victory and also said something rude in passing to Shota. The dark-haired boy was praised for his improvement, but also criticized for his lack of confidence and reluctance to make decisions. After untangling himself, Shota got to his feet and marched out of the class before it was even dismissed, a scowl on his face as he passed his friends. Yamada tried saying something to him, but he was just ignored. The blonde frowned as he watched his friend go, and when he looked at Shirakumo he shrugged a shoulder in the direction of the locker room, silently telling him to go on, class was almost over anyway.
Yamada quickly acted on that, turning and rushing after Shota into the locker room. When he stumbled inside he spotted his friend sitting on a bench and untangling his scarf from his neck. Yamada tried to find the words to say, and he swallowed thickly before stepping into the room and trying to cheer his friend up.
“Hey Shota, you alright?” He asked, only to get a harsh glare over the shoulder from the other boy. He winced.
Shota tore his eyes away after only a moment, glaring at his shoes and grumbling, “I’m fine.”
Well, that obviously wasn’t the case. He stepped closer, trying to step around to face him. He was nervous, not wanting to overstep. Shota was usually grumpy, but angry Shota was something completely different. He put a smile on his face, trying to cheer him up, “You looked great out there! You’re getting really good with your capture weapon!”
Shota looked at the fabric in his hands, frowning irritably, “I feel like I’m making zero progress.”
Yamada shook his head, stepping closer to reassure him, “No, that’s not it at all! You look so cool out there! You kick ass!”
“I fell flat on my face, Hizashi,” Shota replied bluntly.
“Yeah, well I fall flat on my face all the time! Heroes fall down too, ya know?” Yamada tried, smiling in hopes it would make Shota smile too.
Shota just huffed though, “I feel like I fall down more than the rest of you…”
A brief silence fell between them as Yamada tried to figure out what to say. He wrung his hands together, chewing his lip before blurting out, “Hey, wanna hang out after school?!”
It was random and he felt his face burn with embarrassment, but Shota didn’t look at him like he was stupid or anything. He was used to Yamada blurting out random things at random times, it was a part of his charm. Yamada still tried to explain himself anyway, “I-I mean, you seem a little down and maybe if we went and did something for fun it would cheer you up, or something? N-Not that it’s not okay to feel upset, I just want to see you smile, ya know? Sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying! I-”
“Sure,” Shota said with a loose shrug, “Where are we going this time?”
Yamada quickly relaxed, the tension falling away from his shoulders as he smiled, “Remember that skate park that was being built? It opened last weekend, wanna go try it out?”
Shota actually chuckled a little at that, “Are you finally gonna try to use that skateboard you’ve had for a year?”
Yamada smiled proudly, “Hey, I’ve tried it! It’s just… hard, okay? Skateboarding isn’t easy!”
“I can teach you,” Shota told him, and Yamada’s eyes widened in surprise.
“You know how to skate?!” Yamada cried, voice maybe going a little too loud.
“Kinda. I’m not really that good or anything, but I’m not that bad either,” Shota explained.
And here Yamada thought he couldn’t fall deeper. Shota is so cool. Through his blushing, he beamed and rambled on excitedly, “Well, great! It’s a d- Plan! It’s a plan!”
Shota smiled a little, then he winced and put a hand over his forehead. Yamada frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, leaning forward to see what was wrong. Shota pulled his hand away and there was some blood on his fingers; Yamada’s eyes widened again, “Oh my God, you’re bleeding! Are you okay?!”
Shota almost rolled his eyes, “I’m fine, Hizashi. I fell, remember?”
“I know, but you’re still bleeding! Here, let me see!” He stepped over to stand in front of Shota, the other boy lifting his head to look at him. Yamada pushed his hair back to look at his injury, seeing a bloody gash that would probably heal fine but Shota was still injured and he didn’t like that. It wasn’t until Shota spoke that he realized how close he was to the other.
“Everything alright up there, Dr. Yamada?” Shota asked sarcastically.
Yamada met his eyes, seeing the soft look in them now compared to earlier. And just like that, his face was red again. He released Shota and jumped back maybe a little too dramatically, “Y-Yeah, just uh… Hey, let’s get a bandage on that!”
Shota luckily didn’t seem to notice Yamada’s red face, instead just rolling his eyes, “It’s just a little scratch, Hizashi. I think I’ll be fine.”
Yamada turned to Shota’s locker behind him, swinging it open so the dark-haired boy could look into the mirror. He winced at the bloody injury on his head, “Okay, fine. But make it quick, I’m tired of sitting here and want to leave.”
Yamada smiled, “On it!”
And then he got to bandaging up his injured friend.
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Shirakumo didn’t have a skateboard, so Yamada offered to share with him. Neither of them were very good, and they just kept falling and tripping. They were both good sports about it though, laughing when they failed. It’s how they were about a lot of things. Practice makes perfect! That’s their motto.
Shota had brought his own skateboard, which both the other boy’s could tell was old and scratched up, showing use. Neither of them knew Shota could skate, but the dark-haired boy just told them he doesn’t really do it that much anymore so he never really thought to mention it. He hadn’t really tried to skate yet, he seemed to be enjoying watching his friends crash and burn at the moment.
Yamada fell flat on his ass for about the fourth consecutive time and sent a pleading look to Shota who looked too amused for his own good, “Come on, Sho! Stop laughing at me, I’m trying my best!”
It was playful, but somewhere deep down Yamada wanted to be good at this to impress the other. It was obviously not working out for him so well. Shota smirked and watched as Shirakumo helped Yamada to his feet, “I know you are, it’s just funny because you’re so clumsy.”
“Well, not all of us can be as agile as you,” Yamada pouted, crossing his arms and being dramatic.
“Yeah, hey! Why don’t you show us what you got, big shot?” Shirakumo cut in, casting his gaze to Shota’s roughed up board, “Looks worn out, so you must be somewhat decent at it.”
“Or I suck ass and bailed a lot,” Shota replied, holding his board upright against his leg.
“Come on, Sho! Show us what you’re made of!” Yamada said, looking really eager to see him skate.
Both bubbly boys started pumping their fists and chanting for their friend, smiles on both of their faces now, “Sho-ta! Sho-ta! Sho-ta!”
Shota rolled his eyes, but he smiled at their excitement, “Ugh, fine. But lower your expectations, I’m not that good.”
Yamada and Shirakumo watched in anticipation as Shota pulled his board off the ground and stepped over somewhere where he could get a good running start. The other two stepped out of his path, eyes stuck on him as Shota took a deep and nervous breath before he tried to skate for the first time in a long time. He started running, then he dropped his board onto the ground and hopped onto it while it was rolling. The others were impressed at the control he had while on it, keeping himself steady with what looked like little effort. They were more amazed when he crouched down a little, putting weight on certain parts of the board before he jumped and the board twisted in the air before landing back on it’s wheels and taking the brunt of Shota’s weight again. Shota turned it and got himself to stop before picking up the board and turning to his two friends who were watching in awe. When he faced them again he was met with thunderous applause and shouts of excitement.
“Shota, that was so amazing!” Shirakumo cried with a beaming smile.
“Yeah! How’d you do that? You were so graceful!” Yamada shouted cheerfully as Shota stopped in front of them again.
His face burned a bit and he avoided their eyes, “It wasn’t that cool.”
“It was totally awesome!” Yamada threw his hands into the air, eyes wide as amazement danced in them, “How’d you flip your board like that? And how do you skate so relaxed? Teach me your ways, Sho!”
“I-I mean, I guess I can show you a couple of things but they’re pretty basic,” His face was still red as he scratched at the back of his head awkwardly.
“Yes, please do! I’m begging you! I want to look cool, too!” Yamada said, throwing himself at Shota and gripping the chest of his shirt.
Shirakumo laughed at the two of them, “You’ll have to teach me how to do this sometime too, Sho-chan.”
Both Yamada and Shota turned their heads to look at Shirakumo as he grabbed his backpack; Shota raised an eyebrow, “Where are you going?”
“I gotta get home. You know how my parents can get,” He chuckled.
“Oh yeah, alright. See ya later then, I guess,” Shota said, looking down at his skateboard under his arm.
While he wasn’t looking, Shirakumo turned his eyes to Yamada and winked. The blonde’s face burned red at the insinuation. He knew? Shirakumo beamed and waved a hand at his friends, “I’ll see you guys later! Have fun and show me your new tricks next time, Hizashi!”
“Y-Yeah, alright!” Yamada called after him as Shirakumo left them. Alone. Together.
Oh God.
“Uh, Yamada? You gonna get off of me anytime soon?” Shota asked, voice sounding off a lighthearted tone.
Yamada realized he was still clinging to Shota, his ear pressed against his chest. We’re so close. He thought his face couldn’t turn any redder, but he was dead wrong. He quickly released Shota and jumped back, laughing nervously and moving his hands around as he spoke, “Haha! Man, Shirakumo sure is always leaving early these days, huh? Hahaha! Anyway! Skateboarding! Teach me some stuff, Eraser!”
His behavior was odd, but Shota was used to it so he didn’t say anything. Instead he set his board down and tried to show Yamada what to do, “Well, it’s not too hard, just takes a little practice. I remember when I first started I was really tense because I was afraid of falling, so if you get over that fear then it’s smooth sailing from there.”
Yamada nodded, “Right. Don’t be afraid to fall. Got it. Hey, isn’t that what I was trying to tell you earlier, Sho?”
Yamada chuckled a bit, but Shota frowned, looking down at his skateboard where one foot resided on it, “That’s… different. This is skateboarding, that’s hero work. You’re not supposed to mess up, people’s lives are at risk.”
“Well, yeah, but we are students,” Yamada shrugged, “Failing is how we learn, and eventually we’ll fail less and everything will be okay.”
Shota opened his mouth to say something else about that, but shook his head instead, “W-Whatever, I don’t want to talk about that right now. I’m teaching you how to skate, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry,” Yamada frowned, feeling he’d struck a nerve.
Shota moved on though, rolling the board back and forth under his foot, “Just put your foot somewhere where you’ll have good control and then with your other foot you just push. Build up however much speed you want for now, no tricks until you feel comfortable on the board.”
“Ah man, but I wanted to look all cool like you!” Yamada complained.
Shota laughed a little at that, “I think you already manage that fine without the skateboard.”
Yamada’s face hadn’t been it's normal color all day really, and Shota saying that to him right now wasn’t helping with that problem. Shota blushed too, but Yamada barely noticed considering he was trying to play that off as if it were nothing when it very much was something, “Well, that’s great, Sho! But I still want to look badass on a skateboard!”
Okay, that seemed to lessen some of the awkward tension, “Oh my God. Just do what I told you to, tricks come later. Baby steps.”
Yamada rolled his eyes and groaned dramatically, “Ugh! Fine!”
Yamada put his foot on his own skateboard, using his other foot to push himself forward. The balance was weird and he was having a hard time keeping himself going in a straight line, but he was doing alright he thinks. Well, at least until he realized he was going too fast and had to jump off the board because he didn’t ask Shota how to stop. When he jumped off, he landed awkwardly on his feet and fell right on his ass again. Man, his tailbone sure was getting sore.
“You alright, Zashi?” He heard Shota yell behind him, worry in his tone.
He smiled and turned to look over his shoulder to give him a thumbs up, “All is good over here, my man!”
He must’ve fallen harder than he had been earlier, because when Shota ended up in front of him he could see the worried look in his eyes, “Are you sure? You bit it pretty hard.”
Shota’s hands were in his, helping him stand, which flustered the blonde, “Y-Yeah, I’m fine! I’ve got an ass of steel!”
Shota sighed and rolled his eyes once Yamada was on his feet, “You’re such an idiot.”
Yamada winked, “Charming, isn’t it?”
Shota looked down at Yamada’s skateboard that had flipped over, then he saw their hands were still joined. Yamada had nail polish on, multicolored and pastel. They looked nice. He was always coming into class with different colors on, he must enjoy doing this. Shota tightened his grip on his friend’s hand, pulling it up closer to look at it. And so strengthened once again Yamada’s flustered feelings.
“Hehe, whatcha doing there, Sho?” Yamada asked, voice higher pitched than normal.
“You’re really good at this,” Shota said, then he lifted his head to catch Yamada’s eyes, “You think you could do mine sometime?”
God, he really wants to stop blushing.
“Uh-Uh sure! I’d love to!” Yamada said, maybe a little too excitedly. He couldn’t help it, this was an excuse to keep holding Shota’s hand like this. All callused from using his capture weapon but soft in a weird way. He could do this all day, “Hey, it’s Friday! Why don’t you come over and I can paint em!”
“Oh, really? You wouldn’t mind?” Shota asked, a little excitement hidden in his tone.
Yamada smiled a little bigger but tried not to look too excited, “Of course not! Come on, I think Dad’s making spaghetti! You like spaghetti!”
Shota wasn’t picky, but Yamada had noticed his favorite foods. Spaghetti was one of them. Shota shrugged his shoulders, nodding, “Sure. Let me just call Mom and let her know I’ll be at your place tonight.”
“Sure thing!” Yamada beamed, his and Shota’s hands finally disentangling much to his dismay. Don’t get too down, Hizashi. You’ll be holding his hand again soon. He watched as Shota went to pick up his board, dialing up his Mom to tell her he’d be spending the night at a friend’s. Yamada picked up his board too, smiling to himself and looking forward to the night ahead.
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They found themselves in Yamada’s room after dinner, even against the warning that Yamada’s Dad had given him. “No doors are allowed to be closed when you have ‘friends’ over.” Yamada had been incredibly embarrassed by that and told his Dad they were up to nothing weird before dragging Shota upstairs and avoiding his parents for the rest of the night. God, they’re so embarrassing.
Now they were both sitting on the floor facing each other, Yamada holding Shota’s hand gently in his as he applied black nail polish. He knew that’s the color Shota was going to pick and it suits him, he was going to look great. Not that he didn’t already look great. He was the prettiest boy in the world to Yamada, and he really wanted to tell him that right now but that’d be weird so he kept his mouth shut and pined silently.
“Black usually looks good on everyone but it’s really your color, Sho,” Yamada complimented, finishing the third finger.
“Oh, thanks,” Shota said, not expecting a compliment like that, “Fashion and stuff isn’t really my strong suit, so that’s nice to hear, I guess.”
Yamada snickered, “I don’t know, your whole emo look is pretty cool.”
Shota narrowed his eyes, “I’m not emo.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Yamada brushed off, “You own like fifty MCR shirts, don’t you?”
“You can like My Chemical Romance and not be emo,” Shota defended, blushing in embarrassment.
Yamada just laughed again though, “Alright, alright. I believe you. Looks good on you though, that whole schtick.”
Shota was blushing and avoiding looking at his friend, and Yamada noticed. He didn’t mention it, but he did smile, pride swelling within him that he flustered Shota. The dark-haired boy shifted a bit awkwardly, looking around the room to find something to talk about. He found it in the picture frame at Yamada’s bedside, “Ugh, you framed that?”
“Huh?” Yamada lifted his head, following Shota’s line of sight towards the picture, then he smiled, “Oh, yeah! Of course I did, why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I look horrible in it,” Shota grimaced, “Just… look at me.”
It was a picture of the three of them: Shota, Yamada, and Shirakumo. They were at the school festival in their first year, Yamada had his arms around both of his friends and they were all smiling happily. It made Yamada smile now, “What do you mean? You look great!”
“Ugh, no,” Shota frowned, shaking his head.
“Hey, it’s one of the few pictures I have where you’re actually smiling! I had to commemorate the moment!” Yamada explained, “Besides, when have you ever looked bad? Come on.”
Shota shrugged gently so as not to disturb Yamada’s nail painting, “I don’t know, most of the time?”
Yamada shook his head, “Nope! Wrong answer! No points for you, Aizawa! The correct answer was: you always look amazing!”
Shota was blushing again and now that Yamada realized what he’d just said, he was blushing too. He directed his head back down, focusing on finishing painting Shota’s nails; he was almost done. Shota cleared his throat, trying to find something else to talk about, so he mentioned the makeup he found on Yamada’s dresser, “You’re good at makeup too, huh?”
Yamada turned his attention to his collection of makeup and he hummed in confirmation, “Yeah, I like doing stuff like this, ya know? It’s fun.”
“That’s cool,” Shota said, looking at the eyeshadows, “Those are pretty.”
Yamada smiled, looking at the brightly colored ones he could barely see from sitting down here, “Dad got me those for my birthday! He said they 'looked like me' or something. I use them a lot.”
Shota smiled softly, “That’s pretty cool. Your parents are nice.”
“They’re a pain,” Yamada said, finishing painting his friend’s pinky, “All done!”
Shota looked down at the finished product, amazed at how sleek they all looked. He smiled in thanks, “Wow, this looks great! Thanks Zashi!”
Yamada laughed giddily, “No problem! It was my pleasure!”
Silence fell between them as Yamada screwed the cap back onto the nail polish bottle. Shota looked down at his nails for a moment, then his eyes went back to the makeup on the dresser. He felt embarrassed to ask, but he wanted to anyway, “Hey Hizashi? Do you think… makeup would look good… on me?”
He was burning up and Yamada definitely noticed this time. He blinked once, then twice, then he beamed, “Oh my God, I thought you’d never ask! Give me a second!”
Yamada got to his feet and went to put the nail polish back with the others, and Shota watched him closely as he shuffled around a bunch of brushes and pencils in a jar before he pulled out one of the pencils and held it in the air proudly, “Eyeliner! You’d look real pretty with eyeliner! N-Not that you’re not pretty without it, but- You know what I mean!”
Shota didn’t say anything about that, just tried to focus on cooling his face down. Yamada stepped back over to him, sitting back down in front of him and leaning forward. They were very close now and Yamada suddenly realized what he’d have to do, but he asked permission first, “Uh, I’m gonna have to touch your face and stuff, is that okay?”
Shota nodded, “Y-Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Alright,” Yamada nodded gently, then he reached out his left hand and pressed his palm to the side of Shota’s face and neck, thumb on his cheek to keep him still so he could work. If he noticed Shota’s face was as red as a tomato he didn’t mention it, “Okay, don’t blink or move your eye too much. And try not to move your head, I promise I’m not gonna poke you in the eye.”
“Okay,” Shota said, nodding, then he apologized when he realized what he’d done, “Oh, sorry.”
Yamada snickered, “It’s alright, just don’t do that while I’m actually working.”
“Got it,” Shota replied.
Then Yamada got to work, carefully applying the eyeliner. He tried to focus on his task, he really did, but with Shota so close to him it was really difficult. His eyes were so beautiful and his fingers could feel his hair and his hand was on his face and it would be so easy to just kiss him right now but he didn’t know if he’d be okay with that and- “Hey Zashi?”
Shota’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he blinked, almost surprised to hear his voice. His own was squeakier than he’s ever heard it. Has it ever been this high? “Yes?”
“Um…” He seemed nervous, he wondered what was wrong. Yamada furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head a bit and pulling the eyeliner pencil away as he waited for Shota to finish his sentence. The other boy sighed after a minute and avoided looking at his friend as he asked, “When… When you said I’m, you know… Pretty. Did you really mean that?”
God dammit. Shota was asking him straight up what he thought and he was really nervous to answer this question because if he got going on what he really thought he would never stop. He didn’t want to ruin things between them, but he couldn’t leave Shota hanging either. Focus Hizashi. Just tell him what you think but don’t ramble on. You can do that. Right?
Yamada smiled anxiously, but answered honestly, “Do I ever lie, Sho?”
Shota pouted but shook his head, “Well, no, but… I don’t know…”
Yamada saw the frown on his face and he didn’t like that too much. Shota was always pretty quick to get down on himself, and Yamada was always quick to cheer him up. It was no different now, “Come on, Shota. You can’t tell me you don’t look in the mirror and think anything other than ‘I look stunning today.’”
God, I’m already getting ahead of myself.
Shota looked surprised though, intrigue in his eyes and a slight pink flush dusting his cheeks, so Yamada continued, “I-I mean… Look at you! You’re like, the prettiest person I’ve ever seen in my life! And you’re like, really cool and you kick ass! And you’re super smart and-and. Fuck! I just think you’re amazing, okay?”
Yamada had rambled on like he told himself not to do but he found himself not regretting it. Shota looked surprised he’d said all of that, the pink on his face having turned a deeper shade and spreading to his ears. Yamada wanted to kiss him so bad.
“You… You really think all of that? About me?” Shota asked, his voice higher pitched now too with his anxiety.
Yamada really couldn’t take this anymore. He felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest. He got a determined look on his face as he asked, “Shota, can I do something? Something that could make or break our relationship right now?”
He didn’t seem to be expecting that, but he nodded slightly nonetheless, “S-Sure? I gue-”
He didn’t get to finish because suddenly Yamada was dropping the eyeliner pencil and putting his other hand on the other side of Shota’s face and leaning forward, pressing his lips to his. Shota made a surprised sound against him, and Yamada could feel him tense up under his hands. He didn’t pull away though, so that had to be a good sign. Yamada could feel his heart beating hard against his chest and he wondered if Shota’s was going just as fast. He’d been wanting to do this for so long, he just hoped it didn’t change things between them for the worst.
He wanted to stay in this moment forever, but eventually he did need to breathe so he forced himself to pull away. He didn’t want to open his eyes, afraid of what he might see. Was he upset? Disgusted? Did he not want this? He opened his eyes to look at Shota, and saw his blushing face and wide surprised eyes. He always thought it was cute his ears turned red when he was flustered.
He reached out and grabbed Shota’s hands, squeezing them gently and speaking with sheer determination, “Shota, I think I’m in love with you.”
He heard Shota’s breath catch in his throat, and if he was seeing right he thought he saw tears well in his eyes. The other boy spoke with a nervous and trembling voice, “W-With me?”
Yamada wanted to laugh at that, but he just smiled instead, “Obviously with you. There’s no one else that makes me feel this way.”
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it surely wasn’t Shota breaking down into tears while also laughing while also launching himself forward to hug him tightly. He didn’t know what to do with his arms, but he settled with wrapping them around Shota’s back in this awkward position, patting him there, “Sh-Sho?”
“I’m so glad!” He laughed, “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you all this time but I never thought you felt the same but here you are telling me how you feel and- This is great!”
Yamada was in awe over that. Shota feels… the same? It only took a second for that to sink in, then he felt himself grow warm and tears stung his eyes too. He joined in on the laughter, fully leaning into the hug now too, “Well, of course, I love you! Have you met you?”
Shota giggled, “Have you met you?”
They both fell into a fit of giggles after that, and they both felt so nice in that moment. Yamada wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, wrapped in each others arms, and he didn’t care. He was just glad to be here in this moment, happy things had turned out just the way he had always hoped they would.
Eventually the two had fallen onto the floor, still in each others arms and fallen asleep that way, and that’s where Yamada held Shota tight, promising himself to never let him go.