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For some reason, Kirihara didn't quite expect to be here, even though he probably should have. After all, when you ask a guy out, and then proceed to go on dates and make out and—well, he had never really paid that much attention to the way these things were supposed to go, but still. He at least knew enough.
And up until this point, Shiraishi had actually been pretty chill and overall gentlemanly about things. He'd known Shiraishi well enough at the point when he'd asked that he wasn't really expecting anything that bad to happen, but there had always been the chance of rejection, and as kind as Shiraishi might have been, Kirihara always hated losing. So it was probably for the best that Shiraishi had said yes, although now that he thinks about it, he maybe should have asked Yanagi for advice first. Still—there was something special about his friendship with Shiraishi, something that made Kirihara avoid telling Yanagi beforehand, even if he normally tells Yanagi everything.
Luckily, things had progressed pretty well, as far as Kirihara was concerned. They'd gone to the arcade together, where he taught Shiraishi how to play Street Fighter (he's honestly surprised how many people he knows who can kill a man with a tennis ball but can't get past the tutorial level of a fighting game), and then Shiraishi had invited him to the botanical garden, where they'd spent most of the afternoon in a specific dark section in the back of the second greenhouse with Shiraishi explaining exactly how deadly the innocuous-looking plants were. And that had led to more dates, a kiss goodnight or two, a few more dates, a trip to Kirihara's hair salon, a makeout, and so on and so forth at a leisurely pace, and now—
Now Kirihara is being pressed against the bed and Shiraishi's expression is as serious as he's ever seen it outside of a tennis court.
"Akaya," Shiraishi says, his voice whispery and low, and Kirihara tries not to make any embarrassing noises. It's not like he didn't know they were headed here, eventually, but this is still—he hadn't had time to mentally prepare! Shiraishi had been always casual about their explorations, but this was—he hadn't broken past level 30 yet but now he's somehow facing the final boss.
And this final boss is unfairly distracting—Shiraishi's body is scorching hot in all the places it presses against him, and Shiraishi's breath is tickling his collar in soft puffs, and Shiraishi's hand is—
Suddenly, Shiraishi shifts forward so that his lips brush against the shell of Kirihara's ear. Kirihara shivers instinctively, and even he's not sure if it's good or bad.
"Ahh," says Shiraishi, suddenly grinning, "Ecstasy."
Kirihara knees him in the crotch.