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If Yuuta had known the night would turn out like this, he would’ve stayed in his room.
It’s humiliating. He thought he had been subtle. Clearly not, because Maki had figured out his crush quite some time ago and now he’s paying the price.
“Tuna?” Toge breaks the silence in the small space they occupy. They’re so close that it doesn’t take much volume for the word to sound deafening. Yuuta feels on edge and had allowed himself to zone out as his way to gather his composure.
“Oh, sorry. What’s up?” He responds softly, unable to look Toge in the eyes. Not yet. Maybe after the red drains from his cheeks.
Toge doesn’t respond. Only the thumping in Yuuta’s chest can be heard over the low buzzing of the party on the other side of the closet door. ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven’ Maki had called it, a game which seems like nothing of the sort she would ever participate in. Not that she had intended to play it correctly in the first place. Somehow it doesn’t seem like it’s in the rules to pick two people very specifically, shove them into a closet together, and slam the door while yelling “I’m sick of watching you idiots beat around the bush. Make out already, goddamn!”
A poke to his cheek gains Yuuta’s attention, and when he tilts his head up he finds himself gazing into violet eyes. “Tuna?” Toge’s tone softens along with his expression, a note of concern laced in the way he squints his eyes.
“Yeah! Don’t worry. Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
Toge searches Yuuta’s face, leaning in and cocking his head to the side. Yuuta can feel warm breath brushing against his lips, nearly jumping out of his skin when Toge huffs, “Tuna mayo?”
“I…” Yuuta starts, incredulous that Toge would even ask. “Do you… I mean…” Of course he wants to kiss him. He’s been thinking about it since the day they met. But he wasn’t prepared for this. This is definitely not a conversation he ever planned on having, given that he’s positive Toge could never feel the same.
“Yuuta,” Toge says sternly, grabbing his face with both hands and forcing eye contact. “Tuna. Mayo.”
Yuuta inhales sharply, drowning in the intense stare of his crush, the only person that can make his heart race so dramatically. Being so close to Toge that he can make out every individual freckle across the smooth canvas of his face makes him feel dizzy. It’s surreal—somewhere he never thought he’d be.
“I mean,” Yuuta starts, nearly choking on the words. “That’s the game, right?”
Toge hesitates briefly, searching Yuuta’s eyes one last time before leaning closer. “Mmm, takana.” His voice is low and smooth, vibrating against Yuuta’s trembling lips as he closes in on them. The entire world could flip upside down and Yuuta wouldn’t even notice.
And it does. Yuuta’s world is upturned as Toge’s lips meet his. The steady exhale of breath through Toge’s nose brushes Yuuta’s cheek and tickles the skin. Lips push against each other and Yuuta loses himself in the sweet scent of vanilla and coconut—the one that always wafts from the training room showers after a sparring session. Toge’s hands are soft where they rest on Yuuta’s forearms, grazing the flesh and trailing lightly towards his shoulders.
Yuuta’s heart nearly leaps out of his chest as Toge climbs into his lap, straddling him and wrapping his legs around Yuuta’s waist. The weight of him pressing into Yuuta’s thighs is grounding, pulling him out of his shock and back into the reality of their lips melding. Toge’s fingers tangle in Yuuta’s hair, gripping tightly and deepening their kiss. Yuuta can hardly believe it—being kissed this way by Toge is something out of a dream. If he didn’t know any better, he’d assume it was.
Toge’s lips begin to move more confidently, parting and licking at Yuuta’s bottom lip. Something lights white hot in Yuuta’s chest at the feeling, and he dares to grip tightly around Toge’s hips and pull him flush against his front. Yuuta’s own lips become hungrier, his tongue darting out to meet Toge’s without further hesitation. Their breathing becomes heavy, huffs of desire melding in the space where their mouths connect, tongues dancing, teeth clacking—it’s all so new. First kisses are never meant to be perfect. But even as their lips slide clumsily against each other, searching for a rhythm, Yuuta swears nothing could ever be as sublime.
Seven minutes could never be long enough, and just as Yuuta sinks his teeth into Toge’s bottom lip, a harsh knock breaks through the hazy veil of huffs and pleasured sighs. Toge whines as Yuuta leans back, disconnecting their lips and gazing longingly into purple eyes.
“Time’s up.” Yuuta whispers, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth.
Toge nods, sighing as he gifts one last kiss to Yuuta’s cheek. “Shake.”