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“You're so comfortable” He said, followed by a deep sigh.
Kei shifted his body on the couch to make the comment more true, allowing Tadashi to slide and lay his head on Kei's shoulder.
He doesn’t need to check the time to know that they should be going back to his room to study. But the whole reason he proposed going downstairs for a break was because he was hoping something like this would happen. Something like having Tadashi’s head on his shoulder. Like hearing him say he’s comfortable, like his shoulder is like a pillow made of feathers and not all boney. But it had taken Tadashi too long to do it, and Kei hadn't dared to initiate it himself. So now it’s late and he knows he should say it. That’s his role anyways.
He's painfully aware of how dumb it is that he's doing all of that calculating and planning just to get Tadashi to lay his head on his shoulder for a couple minutes.
But what else is he supposed to do? Ask for it? The notion alone makes him revolt inside.
So for now, this is what it is.
Today when they went to study in Kei’s room Tadashi went and sat down on the floor, instead of the bed, and it felt too awkward for Kei to sit next to him, given how Tadashi knows he does not like sitting on the floor. It would’ve been too obvious. And asking him to sit on the bed, without providing any reasonable explanation, was certainly out of the question. So he had to devise this plan of casually proposing a small break, maybe a glass of juice, just to have them go downstairs. The couch always gave more room for casual touches, and then they would go back upstairs, hopefully to a new positioning of bodies.
Now he's thinking of ways to do the homework he has due for tomorrow faster - Work smarter not harder was always his motto anyways -, just so he can stay a while longer like that, listening to Tadashi's breathing, feeling the warmth of his body.
"We should go do that assignment, shouldn't we?" Tadashi finally asks, and Kei just hums back, stalling.
"Yeah, same," Tadashi answers, and Kei can't help but smile.
He loves it. The silent communication. The way they can understand each other so easily. Knowing that Tadashi is lying when he says he’s comfortable, because he’s not, and Tadashi has to know Kei knows this.
The warmth from the points of contact spreads to the rest of his body as a wave of adoration comes over him.
It's so intense that it almost hurts. When did it get this bad? He doesn't know. It sneaked up on him.
That. The feeling. The fluttering in the stomach, the goosebumps, the urge to hug him, to make every point of his body a point of contact. To take hold of him and never let go.
Tadashi stretches his arms and legs and stands up.
"Hhhhh!!!! It's time. Let's go!"
All Kei can do is follow him.