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Fuuta was convinced his dad had it out for him. There was no other reason as to why the only jacket he had that wasn’t in the wash wasn’t even his own. Sure, laundry day was the same day every week so it’s not like Kazui was doing some surprise load of laundry spontaneously— but he just had to have planned this against Fuuta, and now he was left with no other choice but to wear this exact hoodie.
At least, that was the excuse he came up with, that he had no other choice but to wear Mikoto’s damned sweatshirt. It definitely was not a willing choice because of how the fabric swallowed him whole due to the original owner being way taller than him, or because of how the fabric still smelled of coffee and old spice.
Fuuta’s dads were inviting their family friends for a barbecue. Barbecues are typically held outdoors, it’s cold outdoors during the evening, therefore that meant Fuuta had no choice but to wear this hoodie!
The reasoning made sense in his head, at the very least.
Finally satisfied with the list of excuses piled up in his mind, Fuuta gathered the balls to open his bedroom door and walk himself down one of the two marble staircases that Shidou had recently had installed, adding to the long list of extremely unnecessary purchases he had made in the last year.
Opening the double glass doors to the backyard, Fuuta felt himself pull the sleeves of the hoodie over his hands as a chill ran up his spine, cursing his father out in his head for deciding that a late night barbecue was a good idea.
As Fuuta walked further into the backyard to try and find his brother, Haruka, he failed to notice the eyes that followed his frame with shock.
“What did I tell you? He’s just as pathetically gay as you.” Kotoko whispered to her friend, who sat beside her on the edge of the pool, his eyes wide open with shock at the sight of Fuuta wearing his hoodie.
Of course with Fuuta’s luck, he didn’t realize Mikoto would be sitting outside with his sister an hour before everyone else was told to come, and he sure as hell didn’t notice him now.
Mikoto covered his face with his hands, groaning quietly into them as he felt a wave of heat cover his entire face and ears in a pretty shade of red.
“Fucking hell,” He muffled out in a groan, lifting his head up from his hands before continuing, “This isn’t fair, Koto-chan.. it’s not fair for someone to be this cute and—“ Before he could finish his gay monologue, his friend slapped his arm with a roll of her eyes.
“Do not have a dramatic monologue about your love for my brother, I already heard this bullshit twice today.” Kotoko groaned, nudging her head towards Fuuta as he sat on one of the outdoor couches Kazui had bought not too long ago, scrolling mindlessly on his phone as he usually did. “Not like he’s exactly busy at the moment, just go talk to him.. keep him company.. I don’t fucking know, just stop being pathetic.”
As much as Mikoto would’ve loved to just laugh off her remarks about him being “pathetically gay” and such, she unfortunately had a very good point. It’s not like it wasn’t obvious that Fuuta held some sort of attraction for him— if the fact that he turned bright red anytime Mikoto so much as so laughed or sat beside him.
As dense as he could be, especially with love, Mikoto wasn’t a complete idiot when it came to Fuuta. Though he could just be extremely attentive to him specifically due to his own crush, but that was a thought for another time. For now, he had a mission to complete if he wanted Kotoko not to kill him later on in his sleep.
Mikoto stood up from the edge of the pool, his toes curling up at the cool sensation of the night breeze hitting his wet feet. Slipping on his sandals, he walked over to the outdoor seating area, leaning against the back of the couch where Fuuta had been resting so he could see Fuuta’s phone screen.
“Ooh, are you cancelling someone on twitter again? What’d they do?” Mikoto whispered into the other’s ear, causing Fuuta to nearly jump out of his skin, now staring back at him with a glare that could kill.
“I swear.. you are beyond lucky that I’m— wait, when the fuck did you get here?!” Dread slowly began to fill Fuuta once he remembered what he had been wearing, suddenly wishing nothing more than to drown into the fabric and have it suffocate him to death.
Mikoto smiled, jumping onto the couch so he sat besides Fuuta, leaving little to no space in between them (as he usually did). Though most people would run the other way or take the angry glare he was being given as a sign to go away— Mikoto was far from being like other people, and besides with the other’s cheeks being stained bright red, he could tell that the glare was far from being malicious.
“That doesn’t really matter!” Mikoto started, smiling brightly before continuing on, “Besides that… whatcha wearing, huh? Seems.. comfy.. and familiar..~” Though he probably should have refrained from teasing the ginger, he couldn’t help himself. Watching as Fuuta’s cheeks began to grow even more red, and how his eyes started to dart around at their surroundings— perhaps he was a sadist for thinking that Fuuta’s panicked state was absolutely adorable.
Though he wanted nothing more than to shrivel up and die in this very moment, Fuuta felt an ounce of confidence inch it’s way up his throat, allowing him to give a response without sounding completely pathetic. “It’s comfortable and keeps me warm— got a problem with that?”
It had now become Mikoto’s turn to turn as red as the other’s hair, staring at Fuuta with slightly widened eyes before clearing his throat and shaking his head profusely, stuttering out pathetically to try and recover, from his moment of gay panic.
“N-No of course not! Why would that be a problem? You’re comfy in the hoodie and you look good in it— I mean you look nice like in a. a fashion way. You know because I’m a fashionista… and all that stuff!” If there had been an award for most pathetic man on earth, Mikoto was sure he would’ve been awarded with it right in that very moment.
Staring at him with a confused look, Fuuta couldn’t help the instinctive smile that spread onto his lips at Mikoto’s rare moment of panic— quickly covering his own mouth with his hand as soon as he realized he wasn’t smiling to himself. Seeing him slap a hand over his mouth, quite aggressively he might say, caused him to burst out into laughter, holding his stomach as he leaned over giggling.
“T-The fuck are you laughing at?!? You just called yourself a fucking ‘fashionista’ to try and cover up your compliment!” Fuuta yelled angrily, slapping Mikoto’s back as his cheeks burned bright red for the umpteenth time that night.
Hearing him call out his moment of gay panic from minutes before, Mikoto couldn’t help but laugh harder than before, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes before looking up at him. Composing himself slowly, he wiped his eyes before giggling at Fuuta’s angry expression, watching him with a fond expression on his face.
Words couldn’t even begin to explain the feeling that Kajiyama Fuuta gave him; even when he was yelling and screaming the most vulgar words at him, Mikoto couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through his chest like a forest fire when Fuuta was with him. Initially, he had always brushed it off as a silly crush due to him just wanting a relationship, something he and Kotoko often joked about in their high school days— however this was different.
Everything that Fuuta felt, Mikoto felt twice as hard. It was an odd sensation, feeling something others feel, and it’s not like he felt it with anyone else other than Fuuta. It clicked into his mind that it was something serious when he witnessed the ginger crying for the first time, Mikoto had never been a huge crier, but watching the normally tough and angry Kajiyama Fuuta curl up into his dad’s side and cry his eyes out.. it caused tears to pool in his eyes.
He must’ve been staring for longer than he realized while thinking of how Fuuta made him feel, because as he snapped back into reality, Mikoto noticed how bright the other’s face was.
“God, it’s unfair how fucking adorable he is.” Mikoto thought to himself, wanting nothing more than to just grab Fuuta by the collar of his hoodie and kiss him senseless.
His body seemed to coordinate perfectly with his wants without considering rationality, as Mikoto’s hands grabbed his hoodie without any second thought before pulling him into a deep kiss.
Honestly, Fuuta thought he was going to die of a heart attack. Full-heartedly, he believed that his heart was going to burst out of his chest and run off to who knows where. The fact that Kayano Mikoto was kissing him didn’t process in his mind fully until his eyes started working again and noticed how close he was.
Bringing his shaky hands up to the hands holding his hoodie captive, Fuuta wrapped his hands around Mikoto’s wrist, closing his eyes and allowing himself to awkwardly melt into the kiss.
Did he know how to kiss anyone? No, no he did not. Did he try his best? Yes, and he likes to believe that’s all that mattered.
“Alright, I’ve got the burgers and— OH— Oh I’m sorry—“ Both Fuuta and Mikoto pulled away instantly from the kiss, staring at Kazui with a mortified expression on their faces.
Despite walking in on his daughter’s childhood friend making out with his adoptive son, he seemed surprisingly calm and even supportive of it. Smiling at the two boys, Kazui let out a deep laugh before patting both of them on the head.
“Awh, young love. Next time, maybe don’t do this outside— I’m sure Amane would not be thrilled to see that, so maybe continue in your room?” He said gently, winking at both of them before walking off to the grill.
Once Kazui walked off to the outdoor kitchen, Mikoto looked at the boy in front of him, opening his mouth to apologize for the sudden kiss and possibly overstepping any boundaries— however Fuuta just put his hand over his mouth, adverting his eyes as he began to speak.
“I… You don’t have to apologize or whatever you were about to say.. you look like a lost puppy so stop that.” He started, cheeks burning brighter and brighter by the second. “…I enjoyed that… I’d like to do it again… sometime.”
Mikoto couldn’t stop the dumb grin from spreading onto his face, laughing joyfully before tackling Fuuta into a tight hug, bringing them both down towards the ground. Burying his face in his hoodie, Mikoto kicked his legs gleefully before tightening his grip on him even more.
“You’re awful at asking people out but I’ll forgive you this time— I’d like to do this again also, and maybe more! Like a date! And hang out like.. you know, not as just friends!” Though his voice was muffled, Fuuta could hear him as clear as day, his eyes rolling before flicking Mikoto’s head gently.
“Fucking idiot, hanging out not as friends is a date— also get the fuck off the grass we’re in my backyard still where we can be seen—“
Even if he sounded annoyed, Fuuta made no move to get off the ground or move Mikoto off him. Rather, he allowed himself to move closer into the other, his fists tightening their grip on his shirt.
They’d let Amane yell at them to get up, or Yuno— whoever got there first. Right now though, they both couldn’t care less about their surroundings, the only thing they could even think about was one another.