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Orange and yellow lights flickered from inside the festival. They calmed Yotasuke down a bit. Standing there waiting for Yaguchi-san to show up was boring and somewhat embarrassing.
He had invited the other boy to a summer festival. He thought that his invitation would surely be declined politely but it had weirdly been accepted, Yatora even sounding like he looked forward to it. That couldn't be it though, he probably thought that it was his mom who forced him to call Yatora. Yotasuke had done this on his own, though his mother was pleased when he came up to her and asked her for his old yukata to wear. He himself didn't know what had triggered him to call the young blonde. All he could think was, he did because he could.
While he was deeply engrossed in his own thoughts, he felt a tap on his back and a familiar voice call out his name. He turned to see Yatora standing in all his glory, even wearing a yukata. He didn't actually think he would come. He had been fully prepared to walk home alone early in case Yatora ditched him.........but he didn't and frankly Yotasuke didn't know what to say now that he was right in front of his eyes. His heart clenched when he saw the other smile softly and greet him politely......, It felt fake.
Yotasuke fumbled with the edge of his yukata sleeve. The boy next to him did the same. They both stared at the ground, refusing to look at each other. Yotasuke broke the silence (unusual) "I thought you wouldn't come." He said with an uncharacteristic shyness filling his voice.
"I came. I wore a yukata too." The taller boy said, trying to strike up a conversation.
Yotasuke gave him no answer. He simply motioned the other to start walking into the festival.
Yatora complied, Yotasuke followed.
The awkward atmosphere around them refused to dissipate as they squeezed their way through the crowd. Yotasuke felt a hand clasp his own, he looked up to see Yatora smiling sheepishly at him. "So that one of us doesn't get lost."
Yotasuke felt like someone had kicked him in the gut; he wanted to cry. He hated feeling like this whenever he was near Yatora.
Yotasuke could almost feel the blonde's heart beat through his rough and clammy hands that tightened their grip on him the further they walked into the crowd. He hated not feeling like himself. He hated this strange feeling; he really did.
He eyed Yatora keenly. Absorbing the way his yukata clad shoulders moved, how big they were. So he noticed. He noticed when Yatora looked at a takoyaki stall and his eyes lit up. Then Yatora pulled Yotasuke to the stall. He wouldn't let him go until he ate half a plate. He was so full. He didn't know if he could walk anymore. "I could carry you, if you don't feel like walking…" Yatora's smiling face said. It was almost as if he could read Yotasuke's mind.
Scary.
He retorted, "W-what are you talking about? I can walk just fine."
Yatora said no more and walked ahead, taking Yotasuke's hand in his once again. Yotasuke just knew he was smiling that awkward little smile of his.
The blond led him to one of those goldfish catching games. "Watch me Yotasuke-kun, I'm really good at this." He said in a huff as he sat in front of the container, the little net in his hand. He moved quickly and managed to get one in but alas, the net broke. "Ah shit, I'm usually better than this."
Yotasuke was entertained by this whole situation. The orange glow Yatora seemed to give out, his warm hands, his smile, they all made him feel fuzzy inside. The feeling would take a while to get used to. If he acknowledged it, that is.
"You're shit at this, Yaguchi-san." He said. He could feel his lips stretch into an involuntary smile.
Yatora looked at the net in defeat as he thanked the shopkeeper.
They walked ahead. He could feel Yatora's hands trying to hold his again. He couldn't lose like this. So he went ahead and took Yatora's hand with his own.
Yatora gasped in surprise and looked down to see a very red Yotasuke holding his hand like he would die if let go.
He smiled.
Yotasuke felt as though he accomplished something really great. He knew he looked a mess right now so he turned his head away from the blond and took deep breaths. He felt really fuzzy right now. His heart was beating crazy fast.
'I'm glad he's here with me. I'm glad he showed up.'
That's all he could think.
Meanwhile, Yotasuke was pulled away from the crowd to a couple of stairs leading up to a wooden balcony. "The fireworks are about to start, let's watch from here" Yatora said as he pulled Yotasuke to the top of the stairs.
He let go of his hand when they reached the top. It felt a bit cold now.
He followed Yatora and wrapped his hands over the wooden balustrade. It was cold and hard and felt prickly under his hand.
"Look, it's starting!" Yatora exclaimed, pointing at the sky.
Yotasuke looked up to see a motley of colourful fireworks being launched up to the sky. They lit the sky up in various colours but all Yotasuke could feel was orange. His eyes followed them until they appeared to come back to Earth, tracing a glowing parabola in the night sky.
He turned his head towards Yatora but before he could sneak in a glance, he felt Yatora's hands on his face. He spoke gently. Asking if he could kiss him. Yotasuke felt that it was a waste to decline his offer. He nodded. He felt a pair of lips on his. Yatora’s lips were chapped from picking on them too much and had a slight iron-y aftertaste. The kiss was short but Yotasuke liked it. He really liked it.
He looked up at Yatora. He was smiling, his stupid awkward smile. Like he was sorry or something. So, Yotasuke decided to speak up.
“I didn’t mind the kiss or whatever.” He said, in a low voice, staring straight at Yatora.
“Oh, really….thank god! Oh, I was so worried. I’m so glad!” Yatora said, clutching his chest and heaving a sigh of relief.
Yatora’s hands then made their way onto Yotasuke’s shoulder, then came his head, which he gently brought down on said shoulder.
“Thank you.” He whispered, his words almost lost in the cacophony of firework sounds.
“What are you thanking me for, dumbass….” Yotasuke whispered back, patting Yatora’s head gently.