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Goro wasn’t sure what to expect when Akira invited him out to Odaiba’s seaside park. Maybe a walk along the beach? Maybe an impromptu, very untimely skinny dipping competition? Of course it hadn’t escaped his notice that the ferris wheel near the beach was a very popular attraction for couples, but surely Akira wasn’t… It was Akira he was talking about. Of course he was that stupid.
Which was what led to him standing opposite the other boy next to the ferris wheel, smiling sweetly while contemplating murder. "What?" He asked.
"The ferris wheel." Akira said again, like Goro hadn't heard him the first time, face utterly blank and hands tucked passively into his pockets. "I'd like to ride it with you." He cocked his head to the side, the setting sun reflected in his glasses just right to hide his eyes.
Goro clenched his hand around his suitcase and smiled brighter, fighting against every fiber of his being screaming at him to deck the other boy in the face. Really, what part of ‘secret relationship’ did he not understand? He was constantly pushing the boundaries. The limits to what they could get away with. Intertwining their hands in busy streets, leaning far closer than necessary to whisper in his ear, tugging him into any darkened alley or nook to kiss him— It was infuriating. And dangerous. And bound to get them caught one of these days. And no, Goro didn’t stop him, or protest, or give him more than a toothless chewing out that the other boy took with that annoyingly bright, cutting grin, but that was because— that was because…
“Fine.” Goro got out through gritted teeth, leather gloves creaking.
And immediately Akira’s poker face disappeared, replaced by that annoyingly pleased, blinding smile, the one that always made Goro’s heart do a strange kind of backflip, even as his lips turned down to a scowl at the smug edge to it. Akira was always like that. A being of opposites and paradoxes. The things he made him feel… Goro hitched his smile back up, even more sparkling than before, and gestured for him to lead the way, because those thoughts… Even ferris wheel dates with his rival/boyfriend/mortal enemy were safer than those thoughts.
They were directed to a gondola by a bored looking attendant who closed the door behind them then did a double take as the wheel started to move again. Goro allowed himself a grimace in the relative privacy of their little box. That would start some rumors. He could only hope they wouldn’t spread fast enough for them to be mobbed by fanatic lunatics calling themselves his ‘fans’ when they left. The chances were slim.
He settled into his seat with a small sigh, feeling exhaustion sink into his bones despite himself, Akira’s strange air of comfort drawing him in and making him feel safe. Relaxed. Ugh. Fucking ridiculous. How the hell did he get into this situation in the first place? This whole relationship was supposed to be fake. Was supposed to be distant. Was supposed to be an act to gain information and get one step closer to Shido’s demise. Now… Now he wasn’t sure what it was. He… didn’t like it. It was too… it was making him too… it was making him want to—
He straightened in his seat and rolled his shoulders, shifting his eyes to Tokyo’s jagged skyline. They were here for the view. Not his strange relationship with the boy who wasn’t supposed to be here. It was fine. They were just watching the city. It wasn’t romantic or nice or painfully, agonizingly comfortable, it was just— Goro flinched at the feeling of fingers on his hand, whipping around to find Akira turned away, watching the city as his fingers rested atop Goro’s gloved hand.
“A friend told me about this place.” He said quietly, glancing over at Goro before looking back out the glass. “I…” He bit his lip. “I wasn’t sure you’d agree.” Another glance, coupled by a nervous, horrifyingly endearing little smile, so different from his usual cocky smirks and sharp grins. He gave a small chuckle, his cheeks dusted pink. “I’m happy. I really wanted to share this with you.”
Goro stared at him silently. The gondola rocked gently in the light breeze. The setting sun painted their skin a fire-y pink. He turned away with a scoff. “Idiot.” He muttered, fingers twitching under Akira’s gentle grasp. “Of course I agreed.” He whispered, intertwining their fingers and turning away before Akira could look at him with that pleased little smile.
Really, this was so fucking ridiculous. Sitting here like they were on a date or something. Like they were a couple or something. Like neither of them had a hidden agenda. Absolutely— Akira’s fingers squeezed his own, Goro’s heart clenching in his chest like he’d reached right through his ribs and squeezed it instead. He looked back, finding Akira once again looking out the window, smiling gently, looking oh so pleased, so soft, so— so
happy
. He looked— He looked— He
looked
—
Goro surged forward, grabbing a handful of his stupid turtleneck and pulling, catching a glimpse of wide, delightfully caught-off-guard grey eyes before their lips smashed together. He kissed him roughly, forcing his mouth open and slipping his tongue in as Akira was still inhaling sharply, hands still fluttering uselessly over Goro’s sides. Goro sucked on his bottom and bit down on the plump flesh, getting a rough groan as Akira snapped out of his apparent stupor and started moving with him.
They kissed until their lungs ached and their ears rang, finally parting with panting breaths and pounding hearts, Goro’s lips aching pleasantly. He opened his eyes to find Akira already staring at him, eyes wide behind his crooked glasses, unfairly long lashes fluttering uselessly, his pink lips stained a vivid red. Goro smirked to himself. Not so fucking soft and perfect anymore.
“That was why you brought me up here, yes?” He asked innocently, making an effort to sweeten his smile.
Akira blinked at him stupidly for a few more, glorious seconds, before his lids fell partway shut, eyes watching Goro like he was the only person in the entire universe. Goro swallowed thickly, a bit off balance as his rival reached up to slip his glasses off his face and place them aside. “I wanted to kiss you at the top.” He whispered roughly as he leant in, and Goro’s heart did not flutter, because— because—
He met him partway. And neither of them noticed when the gondola stalled at the top.