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Eijun has just discovered recently that apparently, he really, really likes staring at his boyfriend’s eyes. Like, a lot.
It began a couple days ago, when he woke up to Miyuki who was staring at him with such a soft gaze right beside him.
They have started dating around a month ago, and both of them had decided to move in together to their campus dorms about 2 weeks after that. Sure, they could’ve just rented a nearby off-campus apartment. But apartments in Tokyo are very pricey, and given that the two of them are officially in a relationship now, they both agreed that it’s a good idea to pool together some money as much as possible to go on fancy dates. Hence why campus dorms had seemed to be the most convenient option.
On Eijun’s part, personally, he’s got nothing to complain about it. He is only too happy to be able to spend more time with Miyuki; the guy whom he’s had a crush on since high school.
Their new dorm room has two beds. Though, so far, much to Eijun’s delight, they’ve been sleeping together sharing one bed or the other. He loves the fact that they both could be sleeping in very, very close proximity. Eijun loves how he often wake up in the middle of the night to Miyuki unconsciously warping his arms around him. He loves the way they often holding hands before sleep, or the way Miyuki’s cold toes sometimes brushed against his own whenever they lay beside each other.
It’s just so, so perfect. Everything has been perfect to a T to the point that Eijun almost cannot believe his own luck.
(Miyuki Kazuya? The popular guy back in school who got a fanbase with dozens of love-struck girls choosing this plain country boy Sawamura Eijun over those girls? Really?)
Of course, they have come across some ‘rocks and pebbles’ along their relationship journey too. Like the fact that both of them are so busy during the past months—with upcoming midterms and the short season of Emperor’s Cup championship that’s starting soon—that they haven’t been able to find the right time and mood to have sex again since their last one weeks ago; the night when they confessed to each other.
Anyhow, it’s just one small thing. Their lack of sex life doesn’t bother them that much since they still get to see each other and steal kisses from each other’s lips plenty of times during the day.
Now, there’s just this one very small thing that’s been bothering Eijun lately. It is the fact that he keeps getting distracted by Miyuki’s eyes; so much that he begins to get anxious whether his boyfriend would find him creepy if he knows.
The thing is, a couple days ago, Eijun woke up to Miyuki staring at him with a gaze so soft and gentle that the sight of it managed to crave itself in his mind.
“Morning, sleepyhead.”
…was how Miyuki greeted him that day with small smile etched on his thin chapped lips.
Eijun had instantly flushed, feeling a bit awkward and self-conscious from being stared so intently. He spluttered, “W-What are you doing, Miyuki Kazuya?! Why are you looking at me like that?!”
Miyuki frowned at him, puzzled. “Like what?”
“L-Like…”
On that moment, Eijun found himself tongue-tied. It’s rare that something dumbfounded him so much that he couldn’t find any words to say. After all, everyone doesn’t call him a social butterfly for no reason; he is often the center of the spotlight everywhere he goes, and he loves it that way. But at that moment, he was totally mesmerized by the sight of Miyuki’s naked eyes without glasses that all the gears in his brain seemed to halt.
Everything around them seemed to stop on those very brief seconds. It felt as if him and Miyuki were the only ones existing in the universe. It sounds so cheesy, but it’s the fact. Eijun unconsciously held his breath at the sight of Miyuki’s bright amber eyes before him. It wasn’t the first time that he’s seen Miyuki without his glasses, but it was the first time he noticed it from a very close distance.
That moment was unfortunately broken by Miyuki himself who pinched his nose playfully just to mess with him. Eijun was a little bummed by it, sure, but those brief few seconds was something that he can never seemingly forget easily.
“Haaah! I’m beat!”
Miyuki flops unceremoniously beside him on the bed. Eijun looks up from his manga—he doesn’t have any classes today, so he’s been staying at the dorm since morning, using the free time to catch up to his manga collection. He sets aside the 5th volume of Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun, barely remembering to mark the chapter that he was reading, before turning on his side to face his boyfriend properly.
“What’s wrong? Did you get into trouble with your professor?”
Miyuki throws him a wry glance. “Of course not. Listen, I might not look like it, but I’m actually a teacher’s pet type, yknow?”
The older grins cheekily, to which Eijun scoffs at. “The ones who tolerate you must be the junior professors. They only like seeing your stupidly pretty face!”
“Aw, you think I’m pretty, huh?”
Eijun rolls his eyes. “Geez. Everyone literally knew you as the ‘pretty boy’ in high school.”
Miyuki turns around on his stomach before scooting closer to Eijun, pouting slightly. “Those are other people’s opinion. I want to know what my own boyfriend’s thinking of me too!”
“Pfft. You are easily the most good-looking person that I’ve ever met, Miyuki-senpai.”
“Eh, really? Aren’t you an expert at flirting now, Mister? Must’ve been credit to all those shoujo manga, huh?”
Eijun snickers at the teasing. He shifts one of his legs slightly so that his toes brush against Miyuki’s.
He’s content on playing footsies for a while. But then Eijun tilts his face slightly, just so that he could properly look at his boyfriend, and he instantly freezes at the sight before him. Miyuki is still wearing glasses right now, but his face is so, so close.
They currently aren’t kissing or making out, so this time Eijun can’t help but notices all the small details on his boyfriend’s good-looking face that he normally does not pay rapt attention to. Such as Miyuki’s thick eyebrows, the way Miyuki’s eyes crinkle at the corners whenever he’s smiling, or grinning, or smirking teasingly, and the way Miyuki’s eyes look so breathtaking whenever his lids fluttering gently.
Eijun almost whine. How come his boyfriend could look so handsome and pretty at the same time? It’s so unfair! But the fact that this wonderful boy had chosen to date him, out of all people, is something he’s still barely able to warp his mind around to sometimes—almost too bizarre for Eijun to believe that everything is not merely his dreamland. Gosh, he is so, so lucky.
With him barely realizing it, his own voice somehow makes it past his throat, all the way past his lips in a low mutter. “Miyuki-senpai, you’re…”
(You’re so pretty. So handsome. Your eyes are so beautiful, what the heck! I think I might be able to just stare at those eyes forever and…)
Eijun mentally shakes his head. No. He shouldn’t say any of those thoughts out loud.
(Isn’t it kind of creepy, to have someone paying attention to your face in such great details that like that?)
Truth be told, Eijun is really dying to tell his boyfriend that he might seriously have this weird obsession for his eyes. But no matter how he words it, that would just sound too weird, right? Miyuki might get creeped out if he finds out that Eijun has been paying that much attention to his eyes.
No, he absolutely cannot let Miyuki know about it. To begin with, their relationship is still pretty new. He doesn’t want to lose his boyfriend over something as stupid as that.
“Sawamura?”
Thankfully, his dumb train of thoughts is halted when Miyuki pokes a finger on his cheek, jolting Eijun back to the present. The present where Miyuki apparently had leaned away from him, now sitting up on the bed, looking entirely unpleased at the fact that Eijun had just zoned out on him.
Eijun grins sheepishly. “Uh, sorry, hehe. It’s just, um, I suddenly remembered which Kimi no Todoke episode that I’ve been meaning to rewatch since last week! Hehehe. Um, so. What were you saying again?”
Miyuki snorts, glaring mildly. “You and your obsession with shoujo series.”
“Mmh. Aargh, Miyuki-senpai! I said stop it! Don’t lick me there, it ticklish!”
Miyuki finally releases him, sniggering cheekily. Eijun pouts in protest. Parts of him really, really wants to get mad at his boyfriend. But really, who is he kidding here? Both of them know how much he likes getting touchy with Miyuki anyway, so it’s not like Eijun can really complain here.
“Sorry, sorry,” Miyuki says, not sounding remorseful at all.
As if to make up for his earlier mischief, Miyuki leans forward and places a chaste kiss on Eijun’s cheek. His boyfriend then steps away and flops back onto the bed while humming lightly, sounding very pleased with the turns of events that he’d created.
Eijun puffs his cheeks in mock anger.
“I do like kissing with you. But it pisses me off whenever you take the advantage to tickle my sensitive spots like that! Please reflect on your behavior and be a more considerate lover, Miyuki Kazuya!”
“Hahaha! Now, now. I already apologized, didn’t I?”
This time, Miyuki at least does sound somewhat guilty. Eijun bites back a smile. It’s not like he was actually upset anyway. He just wants to mess with Miyuki too sometimes, just like how the older often mess with him.
“Hmph! Fine! I am an exemplary good lover, so I will let the misbehavior slide just this once!” Eijun says, crossing his arms.
Even Miyuki must know that he’s joking, because his boyfriend instantly goes into another fit of laughter.
Eijun’s lips quirk into a fond smile seeing that. He really likes seeing Miyuki laughs freely like this. He likes it almost as much as he enjoys staring at his boyfriend’s captivating eyes.
Then, as if on clue, Miyuki’s head suddenly lolls at his direction, staring at him fondly. Eijun could swear his heart clenches for a hot second there.
(Miyuki-senpai, you don’t know how much I really, really want to tell you about how pretty your eyes are! But if you find out that I’ve been keeping such secret from you… Will you get mad at me?)
“Sawamura.”
“Hm?”
“Come here.”
Miyuki beckons him with his fingers, still from his position laying on their bed. And when Eijun steps closer, Miyuki snatches the collar of his shirt without warning. Eijun yelps, stumbling forward with the force and, as if it’s a scene right out of a shoujo manga, quite literally falling into his boyfriend’s arms.
Miyuki laughs softly, thumbing at Eijun’s flaming cheek.
Eijun sucks a sharp breath, eyes widening, heart beating rapidly after it registered in his brain that he is currently seeing Miyuki Kazuya’s stupidly attractive face and beautiful eyes from this close.
“You’ve been zoning out randomly a lot these days. Something’s wrong?”
Those beautiful eyes narrow slightly in concern. Like this, Eijun can easily trace the movement of Miyuki’s brows from up close when his boyfriend frowns. Weirdly, noticing Miyuki’s features like that is quite fascinating.
Eijun bites his inner cheek, mentally shaking the thought out of his head. “I-It’s nothing. Um…”
(Senpai, if someday you find out about this little secret, will you hate me? Will you still love me?)
“…I-I’ve only been thinking about the upcoming midterms. Um. The chapters we’re studying in my classes are so difficult. So, I guess it just makes me worried a lot. Haha. And there’s no Kanemaru here so I can’t just barge into his room asking for his help like what I often did in high school. I-It’s so frustrating! Ugh.”
God, he just ends up crafting another lie.
(Miyuki-senpai, if you find out how much I’ve been lying to you lately, you won’t hate me right…?)
Miyuki snorts. “Seriously? Have some faith in yourself, silly. You’ve been putting some serious efforts into studying in these past months, right? Even I am quite positive that you’ll be able to pass the exams this time.”
“Well, uh…”
Before Eijun could finished fishing for another excuse, his boyfriend suddenly warps his arms around him, rolling both of them around so that Eijun lays on his back. And when Miyuki smiles and stares down at him, those pair of eyes that Eijun loves so much carries a tint of mirth on it.
And honestly? Eijun should’ve known which move that Miyuki’s about to pull on him next because despite their brand new relationship, they’ve known each other for quite some years. As such, it should be no surprise that what his boyfriend does next is nuzzling into his neck and tickling him with feather light kisses.
Eijun giggles, hands pawing at Miyuki’s shirt in half-hearted attempt to free himself. “Ahaha, stop! Stop! Heeey, not there!”
At long last (even though it’s barely been a minute), Miyuki finally releases him with laughing. “Good. You look much cuter laughing like that than worrying your precious little head over something stupid, you know?”
Eijun playfully shoves his boyfriend. “Is that your sneaky way of calling me dumb, huh?”
“Hey, no. You are quite smart, actually. Uh, compared to a 5th grader…”
“MIYUKI KAZUYA!”
In the worst twist possible, Eijun’s weird obsession with Miyuki’s eyes even managed to transfer to their sex life.
After over a month of their sex life being limited to steamy makeout sessions, they are finally having a proper sex this time. But to Eijun’s (considerably lack of) luck, he just has to make a fool out of himself again this time.
“…Sawamura. That’s my bellybutton, you idiot.”
Of course, he just has to get sidetracked by the captivating sight of his boyfriend’s eyes right in the middle of them making love. Or that’s what they’re supposed to be doing here, anyway.
Eijun is currently kneeling over Miyuki, who’s laying on the mattress with an unimpressed stare.
“Err…”
“Pfft. You’re actually so bad at this, aren’t you? Are you sure you weren’t a virgin before we began dating, huh?”
“I-I was not! I swear!”
He might not have many sexual partners before—it’s only exactly 3 people, really; that one girl from the volleyball club back in high school, and the 2 guys that he met via Grindr—but Eijun swears he is usually not this bad in bed.
(This is your fault, Miyuki Kazuya!)
Miyuki Kazuya and his stupidly pretty eyes. And pretty smile. And just– just– generally good-looking face overall!
Eijun forces himself to break the eye contact with Miyuki’s (bright, captivating, attractive) mirthful eyes before choosing to retreat back.
“‘m sorry,” he mumbles.
Miyuki laughs, and Eijun cannot even bring himself to be offended. There has to be nothing more embarrassing than mistaking your lover’s bellybutton for his genital parts during sex.
Yes, he just did make a fool out of himself in front of this cool guy whom he’s been head-over-heels with for half a decade. Good job, Eijun. What a way to embarrass yourself. Luckily for him, at least he is already in official relationship status with the said guy.
“Um. Okay. L-Let me just go down on you real quick. Hehe.”
As he starts to kneel between Miyuki’s legs, the man catches his arm instead, pulling him forward in one swift motion until Eijun quite literally stumbles into his arms. Much like what happened a couple days ago on this very same bed. But as much as Eijun loves this cheesy move…
“Oof! Miyuki-senpai, don’t just pull at me like that! What if I accidentally butthead you or something?!”
Miyuki rolls his eyes. “It’s your own fault for acting so suspicious.”
Eijun’s breath instantly caught in his throat. “W-What do you mean?”
Miyuki pushes him and shifts slightly, so that they’re sitting facing each other now. Miyuki’s hold is still firm around Eijun’s wrist, as if implicitly threating Eijun not to escape.
Eijun starts to sweat.
“Alright. I think we’ve got one serious conversation long due between us—”
“A-Aren’t we supposed to be having sex here?”
“…You’re not even aroused anymore, idiot.”
Eijun looks down just to find the now floppy thing between his legs. Goddamn.
“And don’t even think you’ll be able to get out of this one, Mister.”
“Err…”
“I know you’ve been hiding something from me for a while now. I’ve been refraining myself from calling you out on it because I thought if I let you be for a while, maybe you’ll eventually come to me in your own terms. But this is getting a little too much now!”
“W-What are you actually talking about? I d-don’t f-follow here.”
“…You are stuttering, dumbass.”
“P-People stutter all the time!”
Miyuki snorts. He lets go of his steel hold on Eijun’s wrist—only to shift around again so that he’s trapping Eijun between his legs now.
Thank God, Miyuki still has his undershirt on. Because Eijun doesn’t think he’ll be able to concentrate on this conversation (that he does not wish to be involved with, by the way) if his boyfriend were to sit in front of him fully naked.
“So. What is it? Spill!”
Eijun fidgets in his spot. What kind of lie can he come up with to get out of this kind of situation?! I-Is it really safe to just tell his boyfriend the truth…?
Miyuki taps his arm impatiently. “Did you poison my family or something?”
Eijun gapes. “What.”
“Did you ruin one my favorite shirts?”
“No—”
“Accidentally dropping my toothbrush on the toilet?”
“Never!”
“Sending screenshots of our sex talk chat history to your grandfather or some others?”
“I-I never sent those to anyone!” Eijun squawks, flushing.
Miyuki leans closer, and Eijun is this close to actually blurting out the truth just to get out of this awkward situation.
Miyuki narrows his eyes at him. “Are you…hiding some serious illness from me?” he asks carefully.
Eijun gasps sharply. “What?! No! Don’t say terrible stuff like that! You might jinx me!”
“Well! I’ve run out of ideas of what you could possibly hide from me. So, for the love of God, just help me out here and spill it already!”
Miyuki looks seconds away from tearing his hair out of frustration, and Eijun is beginning to feel the nagging guilt for making his boyfriend upset like this.
But if he tells Miyuki the truth, won’t Miyuki just get more upset then…?
His boyfriend’s expression suddenly changes. It becomes more subdued, somehow. Oh, no. He’s got bad feelings about this.
“Are you…” Miyuki starts, gaze averted to the windows by their bed, very clearly avoiding Eijun’s stare. “Are you having second thoughts about us? I mean, I’m not the kind of guy who would shackle you down if you… You know…”
It takes Eijun a second to properly register his boyfriend’s words. And when it’s dawned on him, he almost reflexively reaches for Miyuki’s shoulders, as if to shake some sense into the guy.
“WHAT?! NO WAY!”
Miyuki looks at him again, mildly irritated. “Tone down your voice, dumbass. These walls are paper-thin.”
“I never ever going to have second thoughts about you!” Eijun continues, not heeding his boyfriend’s words. “Why the heck you think I bothered to study so hard just to get into the same college as you?!”
Miyuki blinks slowly. “You…did? You really did study?”
“Well, how else I was supposed to enroll here?!”
“Dunno. I thought your rich gramp is good ‘ol friends with the head of the faculty or something.”
Eijun scowls. “You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”
“Pfft.”
And that stifled laugh is more than enough of an answer. Eijun flops down on the space beside Miyuki, burying his face on the pillow, sulking.
“Hey.” Miyuki shakes his shoulder lightly.
Eijun refuses to look up. “What?”
“Sawamura…Eijun. Look at me.”
It’s perhaps the way Miyuki calling him by his given name so softly that makes Eijun caves in, obligingly lolling his head to the side to face his boyfriend.
And regretting it.
Because now, in a close proximity like this, being face-to-face with Miyuki like this and having that pair of eyes that he loves so much staring in concern at him immediately makes Eijun’s face heated up.
“W-W-What…” he trails off, gulping.
“If case you forgot, Sire, you still haven’t told me what exactly is this suuuuper secret that you’ve been hiding from me about.”
“Err…”
Eijun sits up, ruffing his own hair slightly, and swallows thickly. Gosh. His heart is pounding too fast inside his chest for it could possibly be healthy.
By the way… It probably isn’t fair that he is making his boyfriend worry this much over this stupid little secret.
Fine. He will tell Miyuki! He has to man up and let his boyfriend know the truth!
But if Miyuki becomes bothered by it and later breaks up with him……
“Hello? Earth to Eijun?”
“Y-Yes!”
Miyuki raises his eyebrow, waiting. Eijun fiddles nervously with the sheets.
“Um… Miyuki-senpai… Do you think, erm, I mean, i-is there anything that you think might cause you t-to break up with me?”
Miyuki stares blankly at him, probably not expecting that question. “Hmm, yeah. Let’s think about it.”
Eijun freezes, holding his breath.
“Well, unless you did something that seriously harm my dad, then I guess no. I mean, if it’s any other of my family member, then I guess it’s alright. Like, my aunties, for examples—I can never stand them, I swear.”
That makes Eijun smiles a little. Miyuki notices that and reaches out just to pinch Eijun’s cheek.
“Ow! Ow! Miyuki-senpai!”
Miyuki sniggers softly. “Seriously. You’re kind of too much sometimes.”
“Is that…a bad thing?”
“No, you idiot.” Miyuki ruffles Eijun’s hair, still grinning.
Eijun thought he couldn’t possibly be more in love with this boy that he already is. But apparently, he was wrong. Because Eijun’s pretty sure that he just falls more and more for Miyuki Kazuya with each passing day. And it’s wonderful.
So, here goes nothing……
He takes a deep breath. “Ihaveathingforyoureyes.”
“Um. What?”
Eijun clears his throat awkwardly. “I…m-might be a little obsessed with your eyes? I mean, not in a creepy way! I swear! Um. I just. R-Really, really like staring at your eyes, like I could just stare at it forever, and get lost in it, a-and, uh—”
“That’s it?”
“W-Well, more or less, yeah.” Eijun fists the sheets nervously, averting his own gaze down just so he won’t have to look at what kind of expression his boyfriend is making right now.
God, he’s such a coward.
“I like staring at your lips.”
That instantly gets Eijun to look up again.
“And you’re an idiot,” Miyuki continues wryly. “Is it really the truth? Or are you trying to bluff your way again? Because I swear I’m getting tired of this—”
“I-It is the truth!” Eijun squawks. “And, um, sorry if that sounds a bit, uh, creepy.” He fidgets a little. “But I swear I’m not a creep!”
Miyuki casts him a contemplative stare, while Eijun’s trying his best not to squirm too much. “Alright…” he says, voice skeptical. “And you’ve been trying to hide it from me because…?”
“Uh. I thought you might get, erm, creeped out?” Eijun bites his lip. “Y-You are not, right?” he asks slowly.
Miyuki snorts. “Then, how does this sound,” he says instead. “I’ve been thinking about your lips in great details constantly. Like, on some days almost 24/7 all I think about is just kissing you.”
Eijun perks up. “Really?”
“Oh, also about that superman boxer you wore in 10th grade.”
Eijun yelps, “What?!”
Miyuki snickers gleefully. “I don’t think anyone could just forget that kind of stuff easily.”
“Cut me some slack, okay?! I was 15! Fifteen years olds are dumb!”
“Nope. That’s just you.”
Eijun scowls at that, but all it does is just throwing Miyuki into another fit of laugh.
“Hahaha. Sorry, sorry. You’re such a cute idiot so I couldn’t help myself~”
“You are the worst, Miyuki Kazuya. The worst, you hear?!”
“Aw, but you really like admiring my looks though~”
Enough is enough. Eijun can’t stand all these teasing anymore, so he decides to take action. And by that, he means snatching a pillow and hitting this stupidly handsome guy in front him.
“Shut up, Miyuki Kazuya! Or for the love of God, I swear I will end you—”
“With that fluffy pillo—oof. H-Hey! Stop it, idiot!”
Somehow, it becomes an all-out pillow fight.
Somehow, they end up tangled with each other again, with Eijun burying his face in his boyfriend’s chest—clinging possessively to him, listening to his heartbeats—and Miyuki draping his arm over his back.
“So, are we really not having sex today?”
Miyuki shuts him up with a kiss.