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It was late, far too late for Yusuke Urameshi to be having a full-on existential identity crisis. But here he was at 2 a.m.–– wide awake, nerves on fire. The last two nights had not gone the way he had expected, not at all. Things had been so tense lately, the weight of the world crushing Yusuke with each new challenge. Between the immense pressure of the Dark Tournament, the conflicting feelings of aspiration and disgust he felt towards Toguro coupled with the relief it was over, and the horrific grief-not-grief his heart was still coming to terms with, Yusuke had just wanted one night–– one goddamn night–– to be a normal teenager. But the possibility of normal died along with Yusuke the second his body made contact with that fucking windshield. So much for normal .
Between flicks of his busted lighter, Yusuke sighed. He felt aimless, needing to escape but unsure of where to go. He was bursting at the seams, desperate to spill his guts yet utterly mortified by the thought of anyone else knowing his innermost feelings, ones he wasn’t even sure he understood. Yusuke was tough after all. Sure he was a hot head, but he wasn’t one to get caught in his feelings. That was pussy shit, and Yusuke wasn’t a goddamn pussy. Finally the lighter ignited, a sense of relief flooding through him as he pulled the cigarette from behind his ear, lit the end, and took a long, needy drag. If only Keiko was watching… he’d sure get an earful. Yusuke was secretly relieved to be alone, if only for a moment. He knew that if Keiko was here she’d see right through his cool exterior–– not that she’d get him to talk. But the thought still sent a shiver down his spine. Deep down Yusuke wanted to talk, just not to Keiko. Anyone but Keiko.
Yusuke mentally went through his limited options, mindlessly kicking a can down the dimly lit street. The first face that flashed into his mind was that of the ever mischievous Botan. Nope , not a chance in hell. He could not tell Botan about this. She was without a doubt at the bottom of the list, not on the same level as Keiko, but pretty damn close. Next was Koenma, which again sent a jolt of discomfort down the spirit detective’s spine. Nothing either of those two had to say would do him any good, if anything they’d probably make a big joke of it and Yusuke was decidedly not in a joking mood. By process of elimination that left Shizuru, Hiei, and Kurama. The second Kuwabara Kazuma’s sister crossed Yusuke’s mind he froze. He wasn’t even that friendly with her, but apart from that, Yusuke’s gigantic problem, his overwhelming sense of confusion and panic was Kuwabara shaped. That automatically ruled her out, leaving the two demons as his only viable options. Fucking peachy . Yusuke gritted his teeth as he kicked the can much farther than he’d intended.
It was now 2:30 a.m. and Yusuke was still wandering the streets aimlessly, working up the courage to bring this “Kuwabara problem” to the smartest person he knew, the most emotionally mature and intuitive of the bunch–– Kurama. He groaned, exhaling a cloud of smoke that blossomed into slow curling streams. He found it oddly pretty, something to focus on as he attempted to steal his nerves. Now or never . Yusuke flicked the cigarette butt to the ground, stomping it out with his toe before shoving his hands in his pockets and making his way towards Kurama’s. He made sure to grumble under his breath the whole way there, stewing in his frustration.
By the time Yusuke reached Kurama’s he was starting to get cold feet. An icy sweat prickled the back of his neck, yet somehow he still felt hot under the collar. What the actual fuck. Whatever the hell he was feeling, whatever the hell was going on inside him, Yusuke decidedly did not like it. He didn’t think he’d ever felt clammy without a fever before, without a physical reason. But here he was standing under Kurama’s window, skin damp with sweat and heart racing. He didn’t understand how a feeling–– how stupid, fucking weird ass uncomfortable feelings–– could make him feel like absolute dog shit. This was entirely new territory. Maybe that wasn’t entirely true… Yusuke had felt the physical effects of fear–– the undeniable sense of unease taking over his body when faced with an enemy he knew he couldn’t beat. But this was different. This wasn’t an upper rank demon, these were his own goddamn thoughts and feelings making him freak out.
Normally he’d go punch something, blow off steam by fighting, but the person he tended to spar with was at the center of this shit and that set his teeth on edge. The next thing Yusuke knew his fist was colliding with brick, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he made contact with the wall. A few months ago it would’ve hurt, but after everything he’d been through, after all the training, the impact felt little more than slight pressure in his knuckles. Great . He let his forehead make contact too, posture slumping as he stared down at his feet. When did he become so pathetic? He groaned, punching the wall again and again. By his fifth or sixth go a voice drifted into his periphery, causing Yusuke to quickly tense up with a defensive stance, hackles raised like a threatened animal.
“Who are you more angry at, Yusuke? Yourself or that wall?” Hiei emerged from the shadows, a self-satisfied smirk gracing his lips.
“Fuck off Hiei!” Yusuke barked, he could feel the demon’s gaze scrutinizing him. “You have a real nasty habit of sneaking up on people… popping up where you’re not wanted.” He spit. “You stalking me or something?”
Finally, Yusuke turned to face his friend.
“What interest would I have in studying your whereabouts? What a self-important, idiotic thing to think.” Hiei retorted.
“Well give me a good reason you’re lurking in the shadows then, man. It’s fucking creepy.”
Hiei didn’t grace Yusuke’s remark with a response, it was beneath him.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you were out here being a little freak either… watching through windows and shit, getting your rocks off to people who have no idea some demon perv is looking in on them.” Yusuke grimaced, a wicked smirk finding its way to his lips. “Well, maybe not people. Person. Yokai .”
The shorter demon rolled his eyes at the spirit detective's insinuation. He was not amused.
“Are you satisfied?” Hiei raised a brow, regarding Yusuke with slightly less contempt than usual.
Yusuke pursed his lips, studying his friend’s expression before replying, “Not until I see just how whipped you are for Kurama.”
Before he knew it, Hiei was rushing toward him. Something inside Yusuke felt victorious, like ribbing at Hiei was pulling focus away from him and his problems. He thought that if he insinuated something going on between Kurama and Hiei–– even if he was just bluffing, even if he knew it was rude–– that it might rile Hiei up enough to pick a fight with him. Yusuke still wasn’t totally sure he wanted to, or even if he could talk. Yes, he’d come here with the intention of talking to Kurama, but that scenario hadn’t involved snide comments from that smug bastard Hiei. Surprisingly, his idiotic plan seemed to be working.
Just as Yusuke was bracing for impact, Hiei stopped, laughing an undeniably fiendish laugh.
“You really thought your juvenile comments would provoke me, Urameshi?” He tutted.
“A guy can dream.” Yusuke scowled.
Hiei sighed, letting go of his offensive stance.
“I guess you came here looking for Kurama too?”
The demon’s face looked much softer, more sympathetic–– as if he saw something in Yusuke, something kindred that the spirit detective didn’t yet understand. Yusuke wondered for a moment if Hiei could use his Jagan to actually see what he was thinking. The thought made him shudder. He knew Hiei was able to communicate telepathically, to see across vast distances, and even control people, but Yusuke’s uncertainty about the possibility of whether or not Hiei could see what he’d experienced over the past two nights, that left him feeling more uneasy than he cared to admit.
“Nah, I was just in the neighborhood. Saw a wall, thought it could use a good punch.”
“Pathetic.” Hiei scoffed.
“Fine.” Yusuke started to let his hackles down. “I came to talk to Kurama.”
“I thought so.”
“Oh, come on!” Yusuke groaned. “Wipe that damn smirk off your face, you smug prick.”
“What smirk?” Hiei’s expression was suddenly entirely neutral. It was only slightly eerie. “Lead the way Yusuke. After all, you were here first.”
“Oh! So now you’re friendly! Making me look like an ass–– and a crazy one at that. Fuck you Hiei.”
“You’re quite capable of looking crazy all by yourself.”
With those words Yusuke heard the wind rush in to fill the space his friend once occupied. His eyes darted up towards Kurama’s apartment, catching a now crouching Hiei on the balcony.
“You fucking dick!” Yusuke hissed. “I’ll kick your ass when I get up there!”
Hiei rolled his eyes, ignoring Urameshi, and darted in through an open window. Yusuke sighed, the desire to shove his foot down Hiei’s throat would have to wait. Right now he had to work up the nerve to talk to Kurama, whether he wanted to or not, whether he wanted Hiei there or not. Yusuke was smart enough to know that he should at least confide in someone . Maybe they could clarify things, maybe they could talk some sense into him because right now Yusuke felt pretty irrational.
And that’s how Yusuke found himself sitting on Kurama’s bedroom floor at 3 a.m., his two yokai friends staring at him like he was something to be studied. Hiei’s eyes flashed with thinly veiled morbid curiosity while Kurama’s swam with concern. Yusuke hated the way both of them were looking at him, hated the assumptions he feared they were making. He sat there in silence for several moments, letting the discomfort settle like lead in his stomach. Tell them tell them tell them tell them . The pressure in his skull mounted, culminating in an embarrassing groan.
“Yusuke––” Kurama began, his tone gentle.
The spirit detective’s gaze flicked up to meet his friends’, finally letting them in a bit.
“Sorry…” Yusuke grumbled. “I just–– I just need to get my head together.”
Kurama regarded him with a softness that made him uncomfortable, but Yusuke didn’t dare take steps to stop him. Part of him, a very distant part, relished in being cared about.
“It’s alright.” Kurama lowered himself to the floor, getting on Yusuke’s level. “There’s no rush on these things.”
“These things?” With a puzzled expression, Yusuke met his gaze again.
“I–– I suppose you're here to discuss what happened at the Dark Tournament? Genkai––
“No,” Yusuke interrupted, shaking his head.
“Genkai’s death? Kuwabara?” Kurama continued.
With the mention of Kuwabara’s name, Yusuke became more alert. Damn it.
“So it is Kuwabara then?” Hiei questioned from the shadows, only his gleaming eyes were visible in the darkened room.
“Who the fuck asked you?” Yusuke spat, impudent like a child.
“No need to get riled up,” Kurama’s tone remained soft and even as he tried to manage his two hot-headed friends. “It’s just a question, Yusuke.”
“A stupid question.”
“The right one.” Hiei stepped out into the light and slid effortlessly onto the floor to join the pair, eyes honed in on the spirit detective.
Yusuke found this unsettling, but who was he to protest? It wasn’t like his behavior was very “normal” either.
“Yeah, fine. What the fuck. I came here ‘cause I needed to talk to you.” Yusuke pinched the bridge of his nose.
“About the tournament?”
“God, do I have to say it again? No, not the tournament. Not Genkai dying, not Toguro, none a’ that shit. It’s–– it’s…”
“Kuwabara.” Hiei supplied matter of factly.
Yusuke felt an odd heat prick his ears, under his collar too.
‘Will you shut the fuck up?” He glared at the shorter demon.
“It is about Kuwabara though, isn’t it?”
God how Yusuke wanted to punch that little shit’s lights out. The only solace Yuske could take in their exchange was that neither of the people he was talking to would make a joke out of whatever came next, they wouldn’t make him feel stupid for asking or sharing something he himself didn’t quite grasp.
“Yusuke?” Kurama’s voice pulled him back to the surface.
“Huh?” He blinked for a bit before registering just how expectant the two across from him seemed. “Fuck. Okay, yes ,” He squinted at Hiei. “It’s about Kuwabara.”
If Hiei took a moment to gloat in the accuracy of his hunch, Yusuke didn’t notice. He was too busy trying to pluck up the nerve to keep going.
“Is Kuwabara alright?” Kurama questioned.
Yusuke, for the time being, avoided eye contact.
“Yeah, at least I think so… he seemed fine earlier.”
“You were with him then? Tonight?”
“Yesterday.” Yusuke nodded, thoughts racing back to the events that took place the night before.
“Uh…” Yusuke swallowed hard. Now or never . They won’t judge right? They’re fucking demons, this is nothing. This is nothing. “Yeah, he came over to my place last night.”
His friends looked at him expectantly. They couldn’t be much help if he kept them in the dark, hell they didn’t even know what had Yusuke so flustered. He clenched his jaw, hands balling into fists as he intentionally tensed every muscle in his body. Then, just as measured, Yusuke let go, giving in to the discomfort and uncertainty. Maybe Kurama and Hiei could help him find a sense of being grounded because right now, Yusuke felt like he was floating away like a kite in a storm.
“Alright. Here it goes…” he took one final deep breath before plunging into his recollection.
“So Kuwabara came over, right? I just wanted to relax, be lazy and not give a shit for a while, get out of the tournament mindset. I wanted a regular night in. Me, Kuwabara, manga, and video games. Regular, normal. Nothing was different than hangouts we’ve had before, but for some fucking reason things didn’t stay that way.”
Yusuke continued to describe how the night had proceeded. How Kuwabara came to his place and they just “hung out.” They didn’t even interact with each other really. They both did their own thing, though on Yusuke’s bed–– Kuwabara at the head reading manga and Yusuke towards the foot, deeply involved in Metroid, focused solely on his Game Boy. After a while, Yusuke felt the need to stretch, an uncomfortable stiffness settling in his still sore joints. He leaned back into what he thought was a pillow at first, but he quickly realized his mistake. There was no pillow supporting him; rather, Yusuke had inadvertently leaned back against Kuwabara, radiating heat.
The flush that crept up Yuske’s neck was intense and immediate. He turned around slowly, a mortified expression fighting to make itself known. Instead, somehow, Yusuke steeled his nerves and in a manner so nonchalant it surprised him, Yusuke casually apologized for invading Kuwabara’s space. The response from his long-time rival shocked him, it shook him to his very core.
“No worries, man. It’s fine.” A pause. “You can lay back if you want to.”
Kuwabara’s tone, his body, they were both relaxed as he guided Yusuke back to lay on his chest. Heat bloomed in Yusuke’s chest, his face felt inexplicably hot, but Kuwabara seemed none the wiser. Yusuke was floored over the fact that Kuwabara couldn’t sense the internal panic now rumbling inside him. This was bad. This was so very bad.
Yusuke tried his damndest to calm down, tried not to make a big deal out of something so mundane, insignificant. Except, it wasn’t insignificant at all,it was enormous and the weight of it threatened to swallow Yusuke whole. He tried to throw himself back into his game, but every so often Kuwabara would move or take a deep breath under him and Yusuke got swept up in the current. Then, without warning, Kuwabara began to lazily run his fingers through Yusuke’s hair. The heat returned to Yusuke’s cheeks, spreading down his neck and coloring the tips of his ears. His chest felt like it was on fire, like his heart was stuttering. He so badly wanted to lean into the touch, to lean into Kuwabara. It felt so goddamn good. Yusuke came to the unfortunate realization that he didn’t want Kuwabara to stop. So he stayed incredibly still, barely daring to breathe, in hopes that this moment, this bizarre intimate moment with his best friend would last and last and last.
While Yusuke’s stomach was doing flips, Kuwabara seemed completely unphased, blissfully unaware of Uremeshi’s predicament. He just kept on reading his stupid fucking manga, carding his fingers through Yusuke’s hair. Every second for Yusuke felt like torture–– though that was’t entirely a bad thing. In fact, Yusuke’s body relished in the contact, he felt needy with want, greedy for all and any intimacy and that scared him. It scared him so bad. He stayed like that for god knows how long, still and panicking as Kuwabara read beneath him, until eventually his friend declared it was probably time to go, leaving Yusuke alone with every last nerve ablaze. Once Kuwabara left, something inside Yusuke stirred, something that craved more. More Kuwabara, more attention, more moments of quiet, more touch. Just more.
As the last details of his evening with Kuwabara came tumbling out, Yusuke felt himself relax, the tension he’d been holding escaping with the disclosure. He dared not look at his friends. It took everything he had in him to purge his feelings in a babbling stream he hoped was coherent. Yusuke did not want to see whatever expressions were taking shape on his friends’ faces. He swallowed hard, hoping someone would say something before he spontaneously combusted. Yusuke was hit with the unfortunate realization that maybe he needed to say something, to clarify exactly what he was looking for.
“That’s–– that’s normal right?” An uncomfortable laugh escaped him. “Friends can… well, they can–– I mean girls do shit like that all the time and it’s not weird. It doesn’t have to be weird .
There were a few more moments of tense silence that made Yusuke wish the darkness would swallow him before Hiei spoke. Not Kurama, but Hiei.
“You don’t sound too sure of yourself, Yusuke. I don’t trust you actually believe what you’re saying.” The demon raised an eyebrow.
If this was anyone else Yusuke would have taken it as intentional teasing, believed that they were making fun of him. But with Hiei, Hiei who was still getting used to the rules and customs of the human realm, Yusuke felt the remark was more curious than anything.
“I do damn it! I mean it…” Yusuke sighed. “Keiko… Keiko, Botan, and Shizuru do that kind of stuff–– braiding each other’s hair and whatever. Hugging and crap. You know… being all close .”
Finally Yusuke willed himself to make eye contact. He winced when he was met with concern.
“You seem really troubled by this.” Kurama was earnest, caring.
“I’m not! I’m not… I’m confused.” Yusuke reluctantly admitted.
“That’s entirely understandable.” Kurama offered him a warm, gentle smile.
“Is it? Because I don’t think it is.” Yusuke sank into himself. “That shit should be clear as hell. Black and white. But…” He trailed off.
“But in the moment, even now, you feel confused by what happened. About how you feel.” Kurama offered.
Yusuke clenched his jaw, struggling to find the words to respond.
“I guess–– I guess what I wanna know is, is this shit normal?”
“What part?”
Yusuke wasn’t expecting more questions, he was expecting answers. He let out a pathetic groan.
“Is it normal for friends to do shit like that… to be close like that.”
“It depends.” Kurama eyed Yusuke suspiciously. “It depends on the context of the relationship, on previous interactions, past behavior.”
“That’s real helpful.” Yusuke dead panned.
“You haven’t had many friends, have you Yusuke?” Kurama prodded.
Yusuke would find the question hilarious if it was aimed at someone else, but it was about him–– all of this was about him. He knew his face said it all: no, no one wanted to be friends with an asshole like me . There was no hiding it, it was the truth. Before team Urameshi, before becoming a spirit detective, Yusuke only really had Keiko. He didn’t really have a frame of reference for typical friendship–– especially not male friendship.
Well,” Kurama sighed. “Has Kuwabara shown affection like this in the past?”
As the question reached him, Yusuke choked, coughing as he tried to catch his breath.
“ Affection!?!”
“Yes, how does he typically show he cares about people? Does it tend to be with touch?”
Yusuke paused, considering Kurama’s words.
“I mean, if you count his fist to my face, then yeah.”
At this, Hiei laughed–– not at Yusuke’s expense but because of him.
“Well, that’s one way to put it.” Kurama chuckled nervously, unsure of what Yusuke wanted from him.
“I guess we’ve hugged before?” Even Yusuke sounded uncertain. “Ya know, in the heat of the moment.”
“So that wasn’t typical behavior between you two?” Hiei jumped in.
“No, Hiei. No, it wasn’t.” Yusuke scowled before turning towards Kurama. “But it’s normal for friends to do that stuff, right? It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“I suppose it can be….” Kurama replied. “But, Yusuke, I have to ask, do you want it to be normal? Do you want it to mean something?”
“What are you getting at, Kurama?” Yusuke’s tone was accusatory.
“What I’m trying to say,” Kurama put his hand on Yusuke’s shoulder, maintaining eye contact. “Is that it seems like you’re concerned about how this… encounter… might look to other people.”
Yusuke felt himself pout, he didn’t want to admit that Kurama was right.
“Yeah. I guess.”
“What are you so worried about Yusuke?” Hiei interjected. “Nobody should care outside you and Kuwabara. It’s no one else’s business what occurs between friends.”
It was abundantly clear to Yusuke that Hiei didn’t see the gravity of the situation. He still didn’t grasp human norms and expectations.
“Oh it matters.” Yusuke huffed. “It matters a whole fucking lot.”
The demon regarded him suspiciously.
“Of course I’m a little freaked about how that might look! You don’t think… you don’t think it seems… gay.” Yusuke’s voice dropped to a whisper.
“I see.” Kurama looked puzzled. “In your recollection, forgive me if I’m wrong, but it seems like you enjoyed it, that you wanted to be… close with Kuwabara.” It was clear he was dancing around the issue.
“I–– I didn’t say that.” Yusuke retorted.
“You implied it.” Hiei’s glare remained suspicious.
“Where, Hiei? Please enlighten me, where the hell did I imply I liked cozying up to that dumbass?”
“Well,” Kurama chuckled. “You did say that it felt nice when he ran his fingers through your hair.”
Yusuke sputtered, flustered as hell.
“That doesn’t mean shit!” He snapped. “It just felt good okay… like on instinct! I didn’t like it.”
He couldn’t maintain eye contact. That was a lie and he knew it. He did like it. In fact he didn’t want Kuwabara to stop–– and when he did Yusuke so badly wanted him to keep going. Part of him wanted to see where else they might go, how much closer they could get. He didn’t want to admit it, but he thought about Kuwabara running his hands along other places.
“You’re a terrible liar.” Hiei sighed.
“Will you quit it? Just because it felt good doesn’t mean anything!”
Once again Kurama questioned, “Did you want it to mean something?”
Yusuke squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think of a way to dig himself out of the hole that just seemed to get deeper and deeper. He took a deep breath, conjuring every ounce of will power to discuss what he really came here for.
“Even though he’s a guy… even though we’re both guys. It felt weirdly romantic .” Yusuke felt his face contort into something painfully confused.
“Is– is that odd in the human realm?” Hiei asked, an unexpected tone of surprise in his voice.
“What?” Yusuke suddenly snapped to attention. “Yeah, Hiei it’s fucking weird. People think it’s gross and wrong and whatever.” He hoped he didn’t sound defensive.
“Huh.” Hiei’s surprise continued. “It isn’t for demons. No one bats an eye at same gendered intimacy. No demon cares about such things.”
“New flash! In case you forgot, Kuwabara and me are humans and humans have plenty of fucking eyes to bat.”
“Unfortunately,” Kurama sighed. “Humans can be quite judgmental.”
“No shit.” Yusuke clenched his jaw. “Being close like that with a guy isn’t really the sorta thing guys like us do. But it fucking happened so now I gotta deal with it and all the weird bullshit that came with it.”
“Weird bullshit?” Kurama prodded.
Yusuke felt himself turning bright red, the crimson hue colored everything from the tips of his ears to just beneath the collar.
“Yeah, fucking bullshit. It doesn’t mean anything. Just because it felt nice, just because I was going through a fucking roller coaster of emotions, doesn’t mean anything. Hell anything can cause––” Yusuke stopped himself before he said something he’d regret.
Kurama and Hiei both raised a brow, staring at Yusuke expectantly, eager to hear what else he had to say. Yusuke started to feel a little nauseous, but he really, truly wanted to figure whatever this was out.
“Ya know… dreams .” He tried to imply.
“No, not really.” Kurama looked apologetic about his lack of understanding.
“God damn it!” Yusuke buried his head in his hands. “Wet dreams, fucking wet dreams.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. ”
“You… you had a wet dream about Kuwabara?” Kurama sounded surprised, but thankfully not judgmental,
Yusuke was absolutely mortified. He felt like he might throw up.
“Unfortunately.”
He still couldn’t look at his friends. The memories of his dream from earlier in the night came flooding back to him, flooding his emotions, his body. He remembered how it started normal enough. They were sparring, hurling insults at each other like any other day. But at some point in the dream, a moment that Yusuke couldn’t quite pin point, Kuwabara wound up on top of him, straddling him . He remembered the swarm of butterflies in his stomach, the flush that dusted his cheeks. He was keenly aware of Kuwabara’s body against his, the feeling of his muscles, the weight of his hands pinning Yusuke down. Kuwabara leaned in close and whispered, “I finally got you Urameshi.” His breath against Yusuke’s ear sent a shiver down his spine, a yearning blooming in his chest. His eyes were transfixed on Kuwabara, who sported the most endearing grin and it made Yusuke feel weak. Dream Yusuke couldn’t control himself. Before he knew it he was pressing up into Kuwabara, kissing him deeply.
And Kuwabara, stunned for the briefest of moments, kissed Yusuke back. It was warm and wet and Kuwabara’s rough hands ran along Yusuke's body, sending prickling heat straight to his lower belly. Yusuke instinctually chased the kiss even further, slipping his tongue past Kuwabara’s lips. He let out an embarrassing moan as his friend raked his fingers through his hair, reigniting the romantic feelings Yusuke felt stirring the night before. Yusuke felt himself shift against Kuwabara’s weight, his dick straining against his jeans, he was desperate for friction. He rocked into Kuwabara, against the thigh now positioned between his legs. He moved even faster, harder, chasing the sensation until white hot electricity sent shockwaves through his body. Yusuke awoke, dick spent and boxers sticky. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.
Returning to the present, Yusuke finally mustered up the courage to look at his friends.
“But that’s… that’s normal right? Doesn’t mean you actually feel that way. It’s just weird ass shit your brain comes up with. It doesn’t mean I wanna fuck Kuwabara.”
“Yusuke,” Kurama looked at him earnestly. “I think that’s exactly what that means.”
“Hah,” Yusuke let out an uncomfortable chuckle. “Nah, no way. I don’t like guys… I’m all about girls. I like girls.”
“Once more, you don’t sound certain.” Hiei statedly cooly.
“No! No, I’m a hundred percent sure I don’t like guys. I don’t like Kuwabara. It’s not like I think about him like that all the time.”
“But you think about him sometimes?” Kurama’s voice was gentle, as if he was trying to help ease Yusuke into the possibility.
“Well shit.” Yusuke went pale. “
“Well shit, indeed.” The fox demon echoed.
“What the fuck do I do now!?”