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It's been about four weeks since they started dating, and it's been great (mostly because not much has changed; that soothes Hirano’s fear of drastic shifts).
And well, it isn't a complaint necessarily, but it's been four weeks, and in four weeks, of course they've thought about this. It's not important, not really, but it's been stacking onto both of their chests since before they got together, and now that they are... Hirano has something to say about it.
"Hirano-san!" Kagiura is insistent, tapping the calendar with purpose. "We should kiss on Saturday, not Sunday!"
Hirano has his arms crossed, leaning over Kagiura behind his chair as they inspect the monthly calendar on Hirano's desk. "What difference does it make? It's still the weekend."
"I have basketball practice on Sunday... what if it's all I can think about and my performance suffers?"
Hirano feels himself blush at the reasoning but immediately groans and drags his finger to the upcoming Saturday. "Our date is on Saturday." It's an unneeded reminder because that day is very boldly circled in red (Kagiura had done it the day they planned it).
But Kagiura nods quickly. "Exactly. What better way to end a date than with a kiss?"
Only he would have the guts to say that directly to Hirano's face. And they stare at each other with those words in the air, both of their faces a cherry red, so Hirano angrily grabs a blue marker and circles the date again. "Fine! We kiss on Saturday! Now get out of my chair, it's study time."
Kagiura doesn't get up though, he just wraps his arms around Hirano's waist and buries his face into his stomach. "I don't wanna study..."
"You never wanna study!" But the guy somehow withstands Hirano's mushing and light kicking of his shins, and he gives up, covering his face with his hands over Kagiura’s shoulder.
•••••
They're going to kiss on Saturday, and the anticipation makes the rest of the week go by ridiculously slow. Class feels like watching molasses spill over a table. Every time Kagiura is off doing dormhead duties, Hirano finds himself thinking a little too hard about the whole thing, how it'll go down, what they're gonna do after... and each time he slams his head on his desk and has to repeat the word "anyway" in his mind until he actually moves on from it.
And Saturday comes, and for the most part, it's just a shopping and a lunch date. And like every other outing, they chose each other's outfits a few days prior, and the morning goes by smoothly. Kagiura buys things for basketball and cute little items he can give to Hirano to decorate his desk. Hirano buys a couple of notebooks and a pair of jeans (no holes in these). They eat lunch after a five minute conversation about what they have a taste for (usually Hirano is a "I'm fine with anything" kind of guy, but his nervousness for later makes him extra hungry and have a very specific appetite, and both of them know that they don't want to eat something that will make their breaths bad for the rest of the day).
But lunch comes and goes and it's time to head back to the dorm. But they're insanely slow to get there, feeling rigid as they walk side by side in complete silence.
Hirano stops abruptly and harshly splays out his arms. "What are we nervous about!" He shouts, not even really a question with the way he says it.
Kagiura shouts back an answer anyway, clutching his hair. "I don't know!"
"It's just a kiss!" He almost sounds convincing, but not quite because the heated color of his face is back and he points accusingly at Kagiura, hand shaking from holding two heavy-ish bags in such an awkward way. "We're dating, aren't we? Isn't this what you wanted, Kagi-kun?!"
Kagiura gasps and snatches one of the bags out of his hands to give him some relief. "Me?! What about you, Hirano-san?! You brought it up first!"
"That's it!" Hirano grabs Kagiura's empty hand with his own and pretty much stomps down the sidewalk. "We're going back right now, and we're gonna kiss!"
"That was the plan anyway..." Kagiura mutters, but he doesn't object to the vigor, not when his heart is close to jumping out of his chest.
(They don't even notice the weird stares they get from the people in the area).
•••••
The moment they're back inside the dorm, Hirano shrugs off his jacket, flings the bags onto the floor, grabs Kagiura's face and—
—headbutts him.
They both yelp and leap backwards, covering their now reddening foreheads. Kagiura whines, "What was that for, Hirano-san?!"
"I-I didn't do it on purpose!" Hirano sputters back, but he doesn't want that admission to be thought about for long. He quickly adds, "I don't see you trying!"
Kagiura pouts, the pain subsiding as he drops his hands to his sides. He didn't even give me the chance to. But it doesn't matter. He sets down the bags he was still holding and stands in front of Hirano, watching him cross his arms and glare as some sort of false defiance. The last time he's seen Hirano this red and flustered was when he confessed to Kagiura last month. It makes him giggle just thinking about how much of a mess he was (he wasn't giggling then, though. He was sobbing, actually, but that doesn't matter).
Hirano frowns, annoyed. "What's funny?"
"You're so cute, Hirano-san."
"Cute...?!" As if his face couldn't get any redder! And he's mad at himself for being this embarrassed about something he brought up doing in the first place and groans. "Ugh, how many times are you gonna say my name!"
"Hirano-san..." he says teasingly, hands on Hirano's cheeks. "Hirano-san..."
Kagiura's not even that close to his face, but Hirano instinctively tightens his lips because he's still kind of close. Any proximity to Kagiura right now feels close.
"Ah, I can't kiss you if you do that."
"...sorry." Hirano straightens up, inhales deeply and relaxes his face, but that alone makes Kagiura more nervous about doing this, so nervous that his own face tightens up worse than Hirano's had. "Seriously?"
His voice cracks, "Urgh, I'm trying!"
The nerves are contagious, and now Hirano is tight-lipped again, eyebrows dipped low between his eyes. "Just—" he mushes his hands into Kagiura's cheeks as well, pushing them up and in and then pulling them out with his fingers. They're warm and sleek and Kagiura looks so silly. Okay, this is kind of nice. It calms Hirano down slightly until he notices just how unamused Kagiura is with him squishing his face and laughs. "What now?"
"Do you feel better now?"
"Hmm... a little." Now Hirano gently moves his fingers around his skin, runs his thumbs around the bridge of his nose and over his eyelids. He has long eyelashes. "Maybe... close your eyes. You can do that, right?" I should be the one to kiss him first.
Kagiura obeys, keeping his eyes closed and face as relaxed as it's gonna get. Hirano takes this time to just stare at him as he is, awake but wide open and vulnerable and so trusting of him. It's not the same as when Hirano sees him asleep, but maybe that's just the whole I wanna kiss him area of his brain talking, though he's not sure which lobe that could be. Kagiura has such a nice face. No wonder he's so popular. Oh yeah, he is popular. But here Hirano is, about to kiss him. He suppresses a stupidly giddy grin. Suck on that.
Kagiura's head tilts a little, as he usually does because he's so puppy-like. "Hirano-san?"
"Ah, sorry, I got distracted."
He blinks his left eye open. "Maybe we should go back out and come back to this later..."
"Absolutely not." Kagiura makes a face. "What would we do anyway? Besides, we are not going anywhere until we kiss."
"Then get on with it, will you?"
"You little..." Hirano pinches his cheek and ignores Kagiura's half-hearted squealing. "Close your eyes, dammit!"
"Okay, okay!" So they're at this stage again: Kagiura has his eyes closed and he's waiting patiently for Hirano to kiss him, and Hirano is powering a boat with the amount of steam he feels radiating from his entire head. Someone should have told him it would be this hard. Or maybe it's just them. Probably that.
Hirano can't squeeze Kagiura's face, but he needs to put his hand on something to ground himself, so he pulls Kagiura slightly closer by his arm, and Kagiura's bicep is already big enough but now it's even bigger because of the thick sweater, so he just holds as much as his fingers can grip. "You and your big dumb muscles..." he mumbles, and Kagiura only scoffs.
It's now that he realizes how close he is to Kagiura's lips, that he feels like he's breathing on them. It makes him wanna turn around and scream. Technically, he could, because the dorms usually empty out on weekends as people are usually doing their own thing, but he won't, because he has to do this first. The screaming can wait until he bathes later.
Hirano is just so overwhelmed. Maybe that's why this is so hard. He loves Kagiura and this is something they haven't done before and he's nervous doing anything new with someone he loves.
Okay, that and...
"...I dunno how."
"Mmm..." Eyes still closed, Kagiura whispers, "Don't think about how. Just do it."
"Okay." Hirano still thinks about it though. "Have you ever kissed someone before?"
There's a pause, then, "No."
Hirano huffs. "You really had to think about it?" But, well, he had a girlfriend in middle school, so it wouldn't be surprising. "So you never kissed her?" Her being his ex-girlfriend is implied, but he didn't mean to voice that thought aloud in the first place.
Kagiura simply replies, "Nope. You'll be my first."
Future tense. Ugh, Hirano really needs to do it. "Okay," he says. "Okay..." he says again. He takes a deep breath.
"Wanna go see a movie later?" Kagiura is suddenly blurting out, eyes shut very tightly now.
Hirano is stunned by the change in topic that he can only back his head up slightly. "What?"
"Ah, sorry, I started getting nervous again."
What was he thinking about? Hirano smiles. "Pft... sounds fun. What movie do you have in mind?"
"Hmm..." Kagiura's hands have settled on his elbows as if they belong there (and Hirano doesn't even remember where they were before). "There's a murder mystery out, I think."
"Gotcha."
Then, for some reason, Kagiura opens his eyes. It startles Hirano again and he immediately jolts in Kagiura's hold, and beyond the initial shock, he's quite pissed. "Hey—"
"Sorry, Hirano-san." My name again... but Kagiura is grinning and shutting his eyes once more. "I wanted to see your eyes."
He squeezes Kagiura's arm harder. "You see them all the time..."
"Just had to make sure you were still here."
Hirano chuckles. His eyelids are feeling kind of heavy. "Seriously... Where would I have gone?"
"I don't know, maybe—"
"Shh." Hirano kisses him, after however long and however much stalling they had done, except the kiss is half teeth and half lips because neither of them know how to kiss and Kagiura was mid-sentence and hasn't registered what is happening yet.
He draws back just enough to say, "Close your mouth." Kagiura does so immediately, and they're kissing (something like it, at least) again while also squeezing the hell out of each other's arms. Kagiura doesn't want to use too much of his strength on Hirano, but he feels like he might explode otherwise. Either way, Hirano's lips are warm and it's Hirano, his Hirano, so while the nervousness and excitement remains, it feels better than he could have ever imagined even though they absolutely blow at kissing right now.
Well, they're not even kissing anymore, just mouth against mouth as they talk some more. "Hirano-san, that was really unfair."
"Unfair how?" he feels Kagiura frown against his lips, and it kind of tickles and makes him snicker. Hell, he snorts, and now Kagiura is laughing, and his laugh makes Hirano laugh harder. "Shut up!"
"Never."