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if there’s one thing that futa never thought he’d ever experience, it’s regularly looking forward to his tutoring sessions.
his tutor was a stupidly chipper man who never shut his mouth, and could somehow manage to get on every single one of his nerves at once. he was annoying, and at the beginning of their sessions, he had regretted signing up for tutoring in the first place.
so why was he looking forward to them now, you ask?
to be honest, futa couldn’t tell you himself.
mikoto kayano. it was a name that danced throughout his mind quite frequently, as much as he tried to convince himself otherwise. how did this annoying ass guy even get himself into his thoughts this much? it pissed futa off. it’s not like he asked for this. but somehow, he still looked forward to the sessions. it didn’t matter how hard he tried to tell himself he didn’t, he always found his mood rising on those afternoons before he met him.
the dumb grin that he always had on his face was etched in his thoughts like a photo saved to a camera roll. despite him being overly optimistic, way too fucking loud in mornings when he wanted to sleep in, and a mixture of other traits that made futa want to scream, he still had a soft spot for him.
at first, it was easy to hide. he’d just tell mikoto to shut up whenever he did something that got to his head. sometimes he’d punch him for good measure. and somehow, it seemed to work out for him. his taller companion seemed completely oblivious to the newfound feelings felt towards him. futa was extremely aware this wouldn’t last forever. he knew it all too well. not with someone as observant and teasing as mikoto.
it didn’t take mikoto very long to pick up on it. before long, the tutoring sessions became less focused on tutoring, and more focused on mikoto teasing him as much as possible. as much as he hated to admit it, futa’s reactions to things tended to be extreme. when you combine extreme reactions with someone who’s incredibly keen to picking up on every detail, it doesn’t end well. the constant teasing only seemed to increase, though, whenever he pointed it out. mikoto would always just flash him his signature ever so innocent smile, and insist that he wasn’t doing anything.
this back and forth was surprisingly fine with futa, though he'd never admit that to mikoto's face. he got some attention with the excuse of tutoring. win for him.
until his mind started wandering, as it tended to do.
at this rate, mikoto’s probably just using him for a laugh, right? nothing more than that.
that hurt him, more than he’d like to admit. it had taken him way too long to come to terms with the genuine feelings he had for his tutor, and now they were just going to waste. he never figured love was something that would bless him anytime soon, but he also didn’t think it would hurt so much to realize he was in love to begin with.
as his head was swarming with way too many unnecessary thoughts, futa decided to skip tutoring lessons that day. mikoto wouldn’t care, it would just mean he got more time off to do what he wanted. he knew his class material well enough by now that he didn’t really need the tutoring anyways. it wouldn’t make any difference if he never showed up again.
surprisingly, his plan worked. for a couple days, he was able to completely avoid mikoto. in fact, he almost forgot about him entirely.
but of course, once futa finds something an annoyance, it doesn’t leave his life long.
he was surprised to open his door one day to find the man he had been avoiding standing there. he almost dropped his monster.
"uhh… mikoto? what are you doing here? how the fuck did you know which dorm i’m in?"
mikoto waved a hand as if what he had just done wasn’t concerning.
"don’t worry about it."
he flashed a smile before diving back into what he had came for.
"but frankly… futa, i’m a bit worried. you’re not one to miss tutoring, as much as you act like you’re opposed to it. what’s wrong?"
"none of your fuckin’ business."
he felt a little bad when mikoto’s expression visibly dropped, but considering the events that had led up to this, he began to lose a bit of his guilt.
"cmon, futa, i must’ve done something… won’t you tell me what it is?"
there it was again. that stupid, childish tone of his. it pissed him off to no end. always making him feel like he was being mocked. he didn’t want to deal with it anymore.
"shut up!"
there was a silence, only broken by futa’s heavy breathing.
"you know what you fucking did! you’ve known this whole fucking time!"
"f-futa…? i don’t know what you’re talking about. seriously, stop shouting... "
futa, enraged, reached up to grab mikoto roughly by the shirt collar.
"i said, shut the hell up!"
he took a moment to glare into mikoto’s eyes, hoping that somehow he’d make mikoto remember what he'd put him through to get to this point.
"cause all you fucking do is make fun of me! you’re always fuckin’ teasing me about one thing or another, and it pisses me off!"
"that’s all in good fun! i’m like that with everyone, please-"
"bullshit! you’ve gotta fuckin’ know i like you, why else would you do it that much?"
and with one stupid, headstrong sentence of futa’s, the cat was out of the bag.
futa let go of mikoto's collar, his gaze fixed on the ground. he felt equally shocked as he did angry at himself.
again, there was a heavy silence. futa felt like he’d experienced enough of those in one conversation to last a lifetime.
"fu-"
"not a fuckin’ word from you."
"how am i supposed to tell you how i feel if i can’t talk?"
another beat of quiet.
"...fine. reject me quick, at least. god damn."
"don’t get too ahead of yourself. i like you too, you dense idiot."
"yeah, fine, now get out of my h-"
futa’s brain completely blanked upon hearing the words mikoto uttered. it was like his brain had completely shut down, and it took a moment for his brain to begin functioning again.
"i… you… huh?!"
mikoto giggled in response to his flustered actions.
"i thought you knew, honestly. the reason i’ve been teasing you so much is because i think your reactions are cute, y’know? they never get old~"
all futa could do was gape like an idiot as his face slowly flushed red.
"awww~ someone’s embarrassed again. see, this is why i always do it!"
"b-b-but! hold on a fuckin’ minute! this… th-this is too damn sudden! i gotta be fuckin’ dreaming!"
mikoto reached over to pinch his cheek.
"ow! what the hell!?"
"at least you know you’re not dreaming now!"
futa paused to think. this… wasn’t at all how he expected this scenario to play out. he had expected mikoto to reject him, and then maybe he’d cry and eat ice cream or some shit he saw heartbroken girls do in the movies. but this... it didn’t feel real to him. it was like walking into a candy store and being told you could take all the candy you wanted. he felt like he'd be told it was all fake in just a minute.
"you… actually like… me?"
"mhm!"
"you’re not fuckin’ around?"
"i swear on it."
"does… does this make us…"
futa waved his hands around in a flustered manner.
"y-y’know…"
"yes, we can be boyfriends, if you’d like~"
"--!!"
that made futa feel warm all over again. he covered his face, but the bright red tips of his ears were a dead giveaway to how he really felt.
mikoto laughed again, before poking futa’s hands.
"fuuuuta~ uncover your hands for me, won’t you?"
for some stupid reason, he feels compelled to listen, and uncovers his hands, giving the taller man a blank stare.
"what do you wa-"
he’s interrupted by mikoto pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. immediately, he felt his heart race in a way no one’s ever made it race before. he wondered, briefly, if this is the first time he’s felt this way towards someone ever, but he gets too caught up in being flustered to think too deeply on that.
this time, he appears to be actually broken. mikoto actually poked him a couple of times with no response.
"hmmm~ well, unfortunately for me, it’s getting quite late, and i have things to study for. you’re welcome to text me when you start working again~ good night, futa."
mikoto gave a small wave and a sweet smile before he walked off.
futa only came to his senses when mikoto was but a small speck in the distance. he shook his head to collect himself before walking back into his apartment.
that mikoto, he sure was an idiot. a big one, at that. he wondered how much of a mess he’d gotten himself into by agreeing to this.
he moves to the couch, picking up his phone. it’s almost on cue that mikoto texts him.
from: lame-ass tutor
good night, fuu-kun!~
seeing the nickname made him cover his blush with a hand on instinct. mikoto has mentioned before that he only gives nicknames to people he feels familiar with, so it felt all the more special to him.
to: lame-ass tutor
goodnight, mikoto.
immediately, another ding.
from: lame-ass tutor
(ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥
futa can’t help but crack the smallest of smiles upon seeing the emoticon. it’s incredibly pointless in his mind, but it’s something that he can’t deny reminds him of mikoto as a person.
maybe this wouldn’t be as much of a mess as he originally thought it would be.