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When Togame had invited him over for a study date at his dorm, Sakura hadn’t expected it to end up taking all night. Or for them to actually study the entire time. Granted, they took breaks between subjects and papers, but they didn’t do anything else.
Sakura hadn’t expected Togame to actually be so… studious. He’s always so aloof and slow with everything else in life, Sakura’s always thought that it translated over into his academic life, as well. He’s pleasantly surprised that Togame seems to take his schooling so seriously. Sakura might not be the smartest in the world, he still tries his hardest to actually make sure he’s passing his classes in between fighting loser assholes that try to make themselves seem strong.
Anyway, the point being:
They haven’t done anything fun since getting to Togame’s dorm, and Sakura is starting to get really antsy.
He’s never been too good at sitting still in general, especially for school, so sitting around and studying with Togame hasn’t been the easiest. Thankfully, Togame hadn’t rushed him or forced him to pay attention again when Sakura’s attention wandered and veered away from their homework. He’d simply let Sakura do what he wanted, even if it meant trying to be vaguely annoying to Togame in the first place.
Sakura yawns as he rubs his eye with his palm, face scrunching up as he does. His brain is fried now, he doesn’t think he’ll even be able to do anything that requires any kind of thinking for the next 24 hours.
“Tired, Sakura?” Togame looks up at him and chuckles, leaning his chin into the palm of his hand.
Sakura doesn’t even try to hide it, nodding slowly. “I feel like my head is going to fall off soon.”
“Can’t have that happen,” Togame muses, lips curling up into a small smirk. “You’re too pretty to lose your head.”
He can feel his cheeks flush instantly, his ears burning just as hard. Sakura hates that, even after all these years, he’s still so easy to blush. He’s tried to train himself out of it, but Sakura just isn’t able to control how much he blushes or when. It’s a curse, probably, something he did in a past life or whatever. It’s not as bad with other people as it used to be, though, but he’s found that over the years, it’s gotten much worse with only Togame.
And it’s definitely because of the giant crush he’s been harbouring on the guy since they first met.
Sakura lets out a loud huff as he turns his head away, trying to act like he’s not as flustered as he is, and all he hears is Togame’s chuckling. His voice has always been nice; slow and steady, on the lower side of tone and pitch. Sakura likes listening to it a lot.
When he’s not being a teasing asshole, that is.
“It is really late,” Togame muses, checking the time on his phone. Sakura glances over at him, watching as he gets up from the table they’ve been crouched under for hours now. “You wanna stay the night, Sakura?”
Sakura can feel his face burning hotter. “My dorm’s not that far…” he grumbles, trying to save himself the embarrassment. “I can just walk—”
“I’d feel bad making you walk home so late at night, though.”
Sakura nearly grits his teeth and rolls his eyes, but manages to stop himself. He pulls out his own phone to check the time and—11:19PM. Okay. He can see why Togame would be a little hesitant to let him walk alone. He sighs as he shoves his phone back into his pocket, rubbing the side of his neck with his other hand.
“S’fine, Togame… no big deal,” Sakura mumbles, glancing towards the man.
Togame is watching him, his gaze more intense than Sakura’s expecting. Then, slowly, he shakes his head. He steps over next to Sakura and holds a hand out to him, his lips up turning into a crooked smile. “Humour me this time, would ya, Sakura?” Togame’s voice and expression are teasing, but his eyes seem to be pleading. Sakura can see the unspoken Please shining through them.
Sakura’s face flushes without his permission again. He clicks his tongue loudly as he roughly grabs Togame’s hand, shoving himself up from the ground to stand in front of him. “Fine—fine! Whatever.” He huffs, head turned away, eyes glaring down at the floor.
Togame laughs lightly as he starts to tug Sakura along, out of the dorm living area and back towards his room. Sakura suddenly feels ice in his veins, realization hitting him right then and there: Oh, God. I’m going into Togame’s room.
While it’s not the first time he’s been in Togame’s room in general, it is the first time he’ll be in it alone. With only Togame. Before, Sakura’s been inside of it with Tomiyama, Umemiya, Nirei, and other people who have come over to Togame and Tomiyama’s shared dorm room; since they’re friends, attending college together, a lot of them tend to meet up at the same places and either fuck around or actually pull off studying like he and Togame just did tonight.
So this is new and terrifying and Sakura can’t help but be frozen near the doorway of Togame’s room once they’re inside.
“You don’t have to look so scared, Sakura,” Togame murmurs, lightly shaking his head. Sakura lets his eyes wander to his hair, studying it. It’s longer again, though Togame rarely puts it up in a ponytail or a braid anymore these days. Sakura is always overcome with the urge to run his fingers through it and curl the strands of hair around said fingers. “Don’t worry, you’re getting the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Togame’s words snap Sakura out of his pining fantasy and make him frown deeply. “Hah? Th’fuck you mean sleep on the floor? This is your room, I’ll sleep on the floor.”
At that, Togame also frowns. Sakura doesn’t like it. “You’re a guest, Sakura. I can’t make you sleep on the floor.”
Sakura snorts. “Ain’t makin’ me if I’m the one offering to do it. So don’t you dare feel bad about it.”
Togame sighs, almost resigned. “I’ll feel bad either way.”
There’s a solution to this that’s simple, and Sakura knows what it is. He flushes immediately, trying to process his own thoughts enough to be able to say it out loud. He can’t look at Togame at all right now, not even a little. He just stares at a corner of the bed, gripping his hands together at his sides, trying not to fidget in place.
“Then fuckin’...” Sakura starts, his confidence suddenly starting to fade away easily. He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing the rest of the words out, all in a rush. “Let’sjustsharethebed.”
It takes a few moments for Togame to react, his face making a few different expressions before his head slowly lolls from side to side. “What was that?”
Sakura suddenly wants to die. He doesn’t think he can say it again, not at all, but he knows he’s going to need to. He nearly makes a noise as he sucks in a deep breath, fisting his hands into the front of his shirt as he manages to squeeze the words out a second time: “Let’s just fuckin’ share the bed!”
There’s another few moments of quiet, Sakura feels like he’s going to pass out from how much he’s blushing, before he hears Togame chuckling. Oh, he wants to punch this guy so fucking badly—why the hell is he laughing?!
“Sure, Sakura,” Togame drawls his name out, a crooked grin on his face now as he sits down on the edge of his bed. “Let’s share.”
Sakura chokes on air, feeling way too light-headed. He ducks his chin into his chest and sits down on the bed, body stiff, until he feels and hears Togame shifting around on the bed. He sits there and waits, trying to will himself to calm down, but the anxiety is almost too much. It’s Togame’s calm voice that breaks him out of going into a spiral.
“I have some spare T-shirts and shorts if you wanna sleep in those.”
Sakura’s head spins.
Sleeping in Togame’s bed, in Togame’s clothes? That’s too much for his little gay heart to handle.
He finds himself nodding somehow, and then Togame is shoving the spare clothes into his arms. Sakura works on autopilot for a bit, taking himself to the bathroom to change into Togame’s spare clothes, before he shuffles back into Togame’s room and carefully crawls his way into the bed under the covers. He can’t even bring himself to glance in Togame’s direction, trying his hardest to keep from panicking again like he had earlier.
The room is quiet except for the sounds of shuffling under the bed and Sakura’s own breathing. He’s curled up on his side, stiff as a board, his hands gripped into tight fists in front of himself. Togame shifts on the bed behind him—Sakura nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels the other man’s warm presence against his back, his breath hitching slightly.
“Relax, Sakura…” Togame murmurs, his voice so low and deep that Sakura can feel it in his toes. “You’ll never get to sleep like that. You sure you don’t want me to—”
Out of reflex and probably terror, Sakura suddenly flips himself around on the bed to be facing Togame, mismatched eyes wide and face completely red. “No!” He shouts the word rather than says it, causing Togame’s eyes to slowly widen. Sakura curses at himself under his breath before he shakes his head against the pillow.
He sucks in a slow and deep breath, anxiety causing his fingers to tingle, before he simply shoves himself into Togame’s space, arms wrapping around his midsection. Sakura buries his face against Togame’s chest, squeezing his eyes shut, his hands fisting into the back of Togame’s shirt. They stay like that for a long minute or two, before the older man finally reacts. Togame’s arms slowly curl around Sakura’s body, shifting him around until they’re both comfortable. He smiles to himself, a soft thing that Sakura can’t even see, as he lowers his head and carefully nuzzles into the top of Sakura’s hair.
“If you wanted to cuddle,” Togame slowly starts, running his hand up and down along Sakura’s back, “You could’ve just asked, Sakura.”
The noise Sakura makes is a mix between horror, exasperation, and disbelief. He doesn’t have it in him to say anything else, though, and simply presses himself further into Togame’s body. Silence is between them again as Togame continues running his hand up and down Sakura’s back, the motion of it allowing Sakura to slowly begin relaxing against him.
Lips gently brush against his temple, making Sakura’s heart skip a million beats. His breathing evens out as he lets the exhaustion overtake him, finally feeling as tired as he had before all this. Just as he’s slipping off to sleep, he hears Togame whisper,
“Goodnight, Haruka…”
Waking up the next morning is a challenge, because Sakura doesn’t dare move until Togame does, and that only happens an hour and a half, and that makes Sakura miss his first class of the day. But it’s fine, because the moment Togame wakes up, Sakura grasps the collar of his shirt, pulls him in, and kisses him—the angle is awkward and wrong and their teeth click together, but neither of them come out with a split lip afterwards, so Sakura considers it a success.
Togame laughs breathlessly at him, one of his hands cupping around the back of Sakura’s head to keep him from escaping. “You’re too cute, Haruka.” He mumbles, pecking Sakura’s lips after.
No one’s ever said his first name like that, never looked at him in such a way before. Sakura really isn’t sure not to respond, so he does the next best thing he can think of: he kisses Togame again.
(He doesn’t make it out of Togame’s apartment for another hour, when Tomiyama comes home and walks in on the two of them tangled together on Togame’s mattress.)