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Chihara and Mayama have been dating for almost two years now. And they have this routine where they give each other a kiss whenever they pass by each other in the halls of their university or they just want to see the other.
It’s like recharging or boosting their energy…
“ We’re both like pit stops! We are each other’s pit stops- isn’t that romantic? “
— quoted local fudanshi, who then proceeds to trip on carpet floor on their way to the movie theater screening Cars 3.
Myoui likes kissing the top of Masumi’s head (to assert his dominance as the taller one in their relationship), he also leaves a peck each on Masumi’s hands (which somehow gives him a full-view of a blushing mess that is Masumi), and a simple kiss on the lips (when there’s no creepy, staring people around).
Mayama’s kisses are more risky. He likes kissing the side of his neck (a bit of licking if he’s in one of his ‘ she’s so crazyyy haha love her ‘ moods), a smooch on his cheeks, and a simple kiss on the lips.
Seeing Masumi flustered when he kisses his beautiful hands, and witnessing an out-of-breath Chihara after a sensual kiss— each simple moment they share— a cherished memory.
One unforgettable kiss, if Chihara were to pick, would be during New Years Eve where they both had a little too much to drink during the fireworks. He remembers
Masumi leaning in, kabedon-style, hot breath hovering next to his ears he says,
“ N-Nee… chuu… sh-shiyou..? “
Myoui huffs a laugh, “ You’re really out of it… “, he moves to give Mayama a kiss and that’s when a core memory was born.
Mayama proceeds to hurl his vomit over his shoulder. Warm, rancid, viscous liquid just flowing down his shirt- Chihara sits there with his head facing the ceiling, trying to stay calm as he feels bits of chunks slowly slide down his shirt and a drunk boyfriend leaning on his chest- sleeping peacefully with no idea of what he’s just done.
The next morning is spent with a mortified Masumi and a months worth of teasing and torment from Chihara.
As for Mayama, his unforgettable kiss would be from Chihara’s confession to him.
He remembers just the two of them chilling, eating a Mcdonald’s happy meal near an empty parking lot. In the middle of the night, out in cold weather. Why?
Because the dorms apparently had a gas leak. Making sleep deprived students camp out for a while.
And so getting a sudden confession from Chihara in all this mess was a genuine surprise.
” ‘Sumi. “, Myoui calls out next to him.
Mayama licks the salt off his fingers, “ Mnh? “
“ I like you. “
” ? I like you too, dude. “, Mayama says, with his brows furrowed.
Chihara blinks stupefied then morphs into exasperation. He drags a hand on his face then, stares at Mayama who stares back even more confused.
” You’re an idiot, has anyone ever told you that? “
” Yeah, you literally did just now. “, he snarks back, sipping on his cola.
Chihara closed the distance between them, scooching next to Masumi.
“ ?? “ Mayama makes a confused noise. He then reaches to undo Mayama’s top knot, black strands of unruly hair falling on the freckled boy’s face- obstructing the other’s vision.
Chihara ruffles it. “ Dude what the hell—? “
His response was cut off by the sudden sensation on his lips. A second pass before Chihara pulls back to see a wide-eyed Mayama Masumi.
Myoui rubs his nose, “ Your stupid glasses got in the way. “
” Wa-wawa-awa-wait— ‘was that—? “
“ It’s safe in the dorms now, bye loser. “
Chihara pockets his phone, cleans up and starts walking away first.
” Oi-! Oi- Chotto matte—! This f- OI!!!! “
Mayama quickly gathered his things to catch up to Chihara, his face feeling hot despite the cold night.
Chihara looked back to see Mayama catching up and quickens his pace- until both of them were running back to the dorms.
Chihara laughs, hearing Masumi curse behind him and demanding an explanation.
End of flashback…
Oh yeah, they were about to go eat out to celebrate their dating anniversary. Eating at a steak house, drinking beer, and chocolate cake for dessert? (courtesy of Masumi’s artist wallet and MC’s barista job)
They were about to enjoy the evening for themselves.
“ Who are you even talking to? “, Mayama ruffles his hair to give it his signature look.
“ Talking to Your Mom. “, he responds with a smug smile. He adjusts his grip on Masumi’s hands.
“ Haha very original, so funny, this is why we’re boyfriends. “, Mayama responds in a dry tone.
MC bleps, content on keeping their hands warm as they trudge to the steak house.
