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When Haruka invited Yatora to the opening art exhibit. He hadn't thought much about it. It had been awhile since they talked and Haruka liked Yatora. In more ways than one way if he was being honest.
They meet just outside the museum. Haruka is finishing off his coffee when he hears his name. He looks up and chokes a bit. There was Yatora looking adorable.
Haruka always likes Yatora when wearing glasses. There was just something about the younger that pulled him in. It didn’t help that his eyes had always been captivating.
The round glasses looked nice on his face. The red beanie he wore on his head was nice and dear god the clothes. The cashmere sweater and brown coat looked nice. It was so odd to see Yatora dressed like this. Not that he was complaining.
It didn’t help that his cheeks were flushed from the December wind.
Throwing his coffee out he addressed the younger man; “hello Yatora. Nice to see you could make it.”
“Of course! Thanks for inviting me! Sorry I’m so late! I had to get something done for class.”
“Nah, your goods. Shall we,” with that he mockingly offered his arm out. Yatora laughs warmly and slips his arm through. Haruka had to bite his lip from grinning so widely.
Paying for their tickets they both walk into the exhibit. Soon Haruka finds himself in his element and he finds himself rambling about the exhibits.
A few people give them looks but not Yatora. The others eyes are shining as he takes it all in. Occasionally offering a question or comment here and there.
It’s nice and he can hear a woman give a wistful sigh; “ah, to be young and in love.”
Yatora pulls away immediately and Haruka finds himself missing the warmth of the other. Yatora’s face is flushed and he looks flustered.
Is he embarrassed because of me? Is that why he pulled away?
“Ah, sorry you probably don’t want anyone to assume anything.”
I actually would love for people to assume things. Haruka can’t help but think to himself. It would be nice to be with Yatora. To wake up by him every single day. Wearing each other’s clothes. To have an arm around one another. All that sappy stuff that couples did.
He wanted that.
He wanted all of that with Yatora.
To be able to kiss him.
What was stopping him? It hits him suddenly. Nothing was officially stopping him.
Haruka had always been a bit more on the impulsive side. The time was right and Yatora looked so good.
The way the lightning looked around him. Standing in front of a painting. It was all the thing Haruka loved.
So, really who could blame him for what he did next?
Leaning forward he stares intently at the other, their breath fanning around each other. Yatora is flushed and in one fell swoop he tilts his head and brings their lips together.
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.
.
Yatora can feel his heart stopping. Haruka was kissing him.
Haruka was kissing him.
Blood was roaring in his ears. His hands automatically come up and he finds himself clutching the material of the others shirt.
Yatora was no stranger to being kissed. He had been kissed plenty of times but with Haruka it was different. The electricity was pulsing through him.
He knew he could pull away. Haruka wouldn’t hold it against him. He would freely let him go but Yatora….
Yatora couldn’t move.
He wasn’t sure if he wanted to move.
Eventually they pull apart. Haruka opens his mouth to say something but Yatora is already leaving. Fleeing from his emotions.
That night he paints and paints.
He wasn’t sure what to do. He liked Haruka, but did he like Haruka? Yatora didn’t know and that scared him.
He stops in the early dawn. Pressing the palm of his heel against his forehead. Paint swipes down and he takes a shuddering breath. He needed to talk to someone.
Maybe Yuka could help?