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“…Miyuki-senpai totally wasn’t expecting that! And when I told him that Harucchi was the one came up with the idea, he didn’t believe me. Hahaha! Then, Miyuki-senpai said—”
Koushuu tunes out the rest of it. Normally, he doesn’t really mind listening to Eijun’s stories. Most of it are funny daily mishaps around the dorms. Sometimes Eijun also tells him little bits of his childhood; like how he used to do tree climbing match with his childhood friends or about his grandpa who let him drive the truck at his 13th birthday.
This time, it is about a prank that Eijun and some others did to Miyuki some days ago. Which is supposed to be a funny thing, but… Koushuu is just not in the mood to listen to his boyfriend talking about that certain catcher.
Sometime ago, Eijun had sheepishly admitted to him that he used to have a ‘silly little crush’ on Miyuki during his first semester, which had been about a year ago. And if it isn’t the most bitter thing Koushuu just has to find out.
Actually, Koushuu is aware that it’s just petty of him to get jealous over Eijun talking about Miyuki at this point. After all, Eijun is officially his boyfriend now. It’s not like there’s anything wrong about Miyuki Kazuya either. Nothing at all. Except maybe for the fact that that guy is super annoying and somehow manages to get on his nerves a lot.
So, yes, Koushuu is very aware that he is being childishly petty here. But it’s not like he could help it anyway. His ideal Sunday afternoon is not listening to his own boyfriend talking about his ex-crush while flat-out ignoring him.
Alright, maybe he is being a little overdramatic now…
…But fact stands. He does not like it one bit.
“Koushuu? Where are you going?”
The second he gets up, Eijun follows suit. But Koushuu is not in the mood to start a stupid argument right now, so he quickly thinks of an excuse.
“Um. I just remembered that I’ve got some pages left of an essay I have to turn in for tomorrow.”
Eijun frowns. “You’re lying.”
“Why would you think that?” Koushuu asks irritatedly.
Instead of immediately answering, Eijun side-steps him to get to the door, blocking his way out. His boyfriend crosses his arms, huffing.
…Okay, maybe that excuse wasn’t as smooth as Koushuu had thought.
“You are the type who always prioritize your school assignments. If you still got any homework left, you won’t be hanging out with me here. That means you are lying!” Eijun points out smugly.
Koushuu presses his lips. He is impressed (and flattered) that Eijun pays that much attention to his habits. But that alone isn’t enough to shoo away his sour mood today. He still feels bitter after listening to Eijun going on and on about Miyuki for the past hour.
“I might be forgetting some stuffs too sometimes. I’m only human, you know?”
“Nah. You’re lying. It’s written all over your face!”
Koushuu flushes. Is it, really? Is here really that obvious? “N-No… You’re just making things up, senpai!”
“Nope.” Eijun grins. Then, he grabs Koushuu by the arm, pulling the boy to himself before slinging an arm around him.
Koushuu squirms slightly. He has half a mind to push Eijun away, but… He honestly doesn’t want to.
“Hehe. I was right, right? Right?” Eijun begins tickling his face with feather-light kisses. Koushuu winces, but his hands unconsciously latch onto Eijun’s shirt, pulling the older boy even closer towards himself. “Mm. You were totally upset. I guessed it right! I win! Hahaha.”
Koushuu finally decides to break off of his boyfriend’s hold, glaring half-heartedly at the boy. “This was not a competition in the first place,” he grumbles.
“Hey,” Eijun says instead, softly, as he snatches Koushuu’s hand and latches their fingers together. “Tell me about it? Please? Is this about me spilling soda over your melon bread? I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to, I swear! I just wanted to get you laugh a bit because you always look soooo grumpy all the time!”
“I do not!”
“Yes, you do! Anyway, I’ll buy you more melon breads tomorrow, so don’t get mad at me, yeah? Please?”
Koushuu snorts. “It’s not even about that.”
“Eh? Really? Then, what is it? Is this about me being late when I said that I would meet you at the rooftop? C’mon, I already apologized for that one. Sugita-sensei wanted me to help him carrying some stuff to the teacher’s room. I couldn’t possibly refuse a teacher’s request.”
Koushuu rolls his eyes. “I know. It doesn’t matter. It’s not about that either, by the way.”
Eijun pouts. “Come on. Don’t be like that. Tell me, Koushuu! Just tell me! What I did wrong? Is it because I drank up your apple juice after practice? Or is it about that time I spilled milk on the jacket that you lent me the other week and didn’t tell you about it—”
“What?”
Eijun scrambles to cover his mouth, barely realizing his mistake. “…Oops?”
Koushuu narrows his eyes. “Tell. Me.”
“Err…”
“Now. Senpai.”
Koushuu slowly marches forward. Eijun awkwardly takes some steps backwards until he trips on one of his books and lands on his butt. And yelps.
Koushuu stifles a laugh at the sight of his boyfriend making a fool out of himself. He isn’t actually angry. He’s just messing back with Eijun.
Apparently, Eijun reads his mind, as he glares up at Koushuu; eyes narrowed, one cheek puffed out, and oh darn this guy is too cute for his own good.
Unfortunately, Koushuu fails to read into Eijun’s mind in turn. The moment he lets his guards down, Eijun wastes no time to immediately pounces on him until they’re both tumbling down to the floor.
“Senpai! Get off!”
Koushuu starts complaining; it sounds half-hearted even to his ear. No one can blame him. Eijun’s idea of having fun always involved a lot of touches. Like, a lot. And it’s actually nice having Eijun’s body literally pressed up against him like this.
To no one’s surprise he ends up playing along with Eijun’s antic. They both roll around the floor with much kissing and tickling involved.
Koushuu is in the middle of trying to grab Eijun’s hand that’s sneaking its way to his armpit while simultaneously sucking on the boy’s lip when the someone slams the door open.
Asada steps in, sees the sight of them on the floor, and yelps.
“SORRY! Feel free to continue! I’ll give you both privacy and, uh, get away from here!”
“Asada—”
Koushuu tries, but door is already slammed shut again before he could make his way over. He groans. The sight that Asada saw just now was him sitting on Eijun’s lap, them locking lips, with Eijun’s hand so far up under his shirt while the other clung to his waistband.
It takes Eijun a minute to really register what happened. The second he realizes it, he scrambles outside.
“ASADA-SHOUNEN, COME BACK! KOUSHUU AND I REALLY DIDN’T DO ANYTHING! THAT WAS NOT WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE!”
“Don’t fucking shout, you idiot senpai! You’re practically letting the whole dorm know!”
…It was too late.