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“You know I would do anything for you, right?”
Those were Toya’s famous last words.
Gifting Akito tickets to a football match for their first anniversary had been a great idea, because the redhead had never been more excited.
But after sitting down on the stadium, next to a few people that didn’t seem to know what deodorant was, Toya started to regret it.
Well, not really. He had earplugs, and the fans surrounding them had been waiting for hours until they finally opened the doors. Toya couldn’t blame them.
And seeing Akito’s smile made everything so worth it.
Even if his smile was accompanied by questionable football chants.
“Is this legal?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? We're not insulting anyone. Directly.”
Okay. The songs weren’t offensive, but Toya wasn’t used to that kind of language. Blame his parents, not him.
So it was slightly fascinating to witness, and he learned most of the lyrics pretty quickly.
And the match hadn’t even started yet!
The teams were warming up, so they still had a few minutes before the initial kick.
Toya had Questions.
“Which one is our net?”
“We have to wait until before the match starts. There's a coin toss.”
That made quite a lot of sense.
And since he knew that they changed sides for the second half, he considered his question answered.
It wasn’t the only one, though.
“Is the VAR available here?”
“Yup. And they better do their jobs correctly. Sometimes even technology can be wrong.”
He remembered a very angry Akito insulting every referee for being stupid and blind. His words, not Toya’s.
The VAR had been responsible for that one time. Hearing his rant about machines ruining the spirit of football had been interesting.
“Can we really see the ball from here?”
“Half of the time, we can’t. Not clearly.”
“Haha, are you new here, kid?”
There was a middle-aged man sitting next to them, and it seemed like he had heard them.
Toya didn’t allow himself to feel ashamed. He was new.
“Haha, yes. I gifted him the tickets, so I had to come too.”
“Aw, such a good buddy! Wait, are you two buddies, or... ‘Cause, you know, it’s wrong to assume.”
He seemed to be a bit drunk, but also friendly.
Still, Toya had no clue about football etiquette.
He glanced at his boyfriend.
It was up to him.
“We’re dating. This is my anniversary gift.”
“Oh! Good for you! I’m an ally.”
Both teenagers chuckled.
Yup. The friendly guy was drunk.
But he was an ally. They would be safe.
A particularly loud cheer from the opposite team’s fans made Toya shiver.
He instinctively covered his ears, even though he was wearing his earplugs.
“Do you need your headphones?”
“No, not yet. I’m fine.”
“You okay, kiddo?”
The man seemed seriously concerned.
New father figure just dropped.
“Yes, don’t worry. My ears are sensitive, so I can get intense headaches with loud sounds. But this is manageable so far.”
A half-lie, but he wasn’t going to explain autism to a complete stranger.
“Damn, and you still came here with your partner? Listen up, ginger, this one’s a keeper.”
Akito smiled proudly.
“Yeah, trust me, I know”
He ruffled his boyfriend’s hair, and Toya rolled his eyes.
More loud cheers.
This time, Toya accepted his headphones.
They weren’t soundproof, but they did a decent job. He could still hear Akito’s voice, but the sounds weren’t overwhelming.
Ten minutes and a few more technical questions later, the players ran onto the pitch, and the referee blew the whistle.
Toya had no clue what was going on.
Watching football on tv and in real life had so many differences it almost looked like a different sport altogether.
At least he knew which net was his.
He could barely see the ball sometimes, so he had to guess who was passing to who, who was trying to strike, and who was defending.
Note to self: bring binoculars next time.
It was mostly fine, though. They were close to the good net, and they witnessed some very almost-goals and epic penalty kicks.
Why was the bad goalkeeper so good?
“Son of a bitch.”
Akito hit his leg after another save.
Their team was clearly the superior one. They were always next to the good net, striking properly, attacking relentlessly.
But the other team was good at defending.
“Cowards. Fucking cowards.”
Was Akito talking about the opponents, or themselves?
Toya was a bit scared to ask.
His boyfriend was pulling on his hair with enough force to make his knuckles white.
A bad habit of his that he was trying to get rid of.
“Akito...”
“Oh. Right.”
He let his scalp breathe and fidgeted with his necklace instead.
The color clashed with the jersey he was wearing, but hey, he looked cute.
No. No distractions. He could admire Akito later.
He had to focus on the match.
The guy next to them was spewing insults every chance he had, and he wasn’t the only one.
Again, vocabulary he wasn’t too used to. Blame his parents.
He liked the vibes.
The potential heart defects, not so much.
The opponents finally stole the ball, after forty minutes of doing nothing, and ran to the bad net.
No, no, no, there was no way.
There was no way.
But...
No one was defending. Everyone was attacking, and they weren’t fast enough.
Their goalkeeper tried.
It wasn’t enough.
Toya finally understood why Akito considered suicide every time his favorite teams lost.
“Son of a fucking thousand fucking bitches.”
That wasn’t average Toya behavior, so Akito was obviously shocked.
He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“What has gotten into you?”
“You’ve created a monster, Akito.”
The referee didn’t add a lot of extra time, so the first half was finished in less than ten minutes.
The mood had shifted drastically, but the energy was still as high as Tsukasa’s.
“Okay. Tsukasa-senpai at a football match. What do you think?”
“I think I’d rather cut off my own dick and eat it raw rather than witnessing that.”
“Hey! Don't be mean!”
Akito should’ve been frowning, but nope. He was smiling.
“Actually... I wouldn’t dislike it, I think. I like seeing people enjoy sports. But if it’s Tsukasa-senpai, I think I’d rather see it from a distance. A looooong distance.”
Toya chuckled.
His boyfriend loved sports. He knew a lot of things about a lot of different disciplines, and he helped out in a lot of clubs.
And football was his passion, his very first love. Seeing people giving it the credit it deserved, in a country that wasn’t too passionate about it, was one of the many things that helped him move forward during the hardest days.
It might’ve been silly for a lot of people. Hell, even Toya himself didn’t quite grasp it, but football had been Akito’s life. Of course he wanted to share it.
“We should improvise a football match with all our friends someday. I’ll be cheering from the sidelines, though.”
“Hm, I like the idea, but you could be a referee. So you don’t feel left out.”
“I would never. I’m semi-unathletic, love. I know my place.”
Akito elbowed him. He was frowning now.
“Hey, don’t say that! Sports are for anyone, no matter how unathletic you are. I'll cover you, and we’ll be the dream team. Like Nagi and Reo.”
“But don’t they —”
“Shhhhh. Like Nagi and Reo.”
If Toya remembered correctly, the Nagireo situation was a slightly traumatic memory for his boyfriend.
He decided to drop the subject.
Akito seemed to agree.
No. He was lost in thought.
“Look at this, Toya. We're losing, but no one here regrets coming. We don’t know each other, we might even hate each other, but for ninety minutes, we all share the same dream. Look at this fire, Toya. This is why I love sports.”
That same fire was reflecting in his eyes.
Akito’s passion was its fuel.
His fuel.
“There’s a reason the Olympic torch is, well, a torch. Fire. You get it. Countries, maybe even continents unite. We all cheer for the sixteen-year-olds competing for the first time, and for the athletes who are about to retire, even if they’re not from our country. And that’s so... beautiful.”
Toya didn’t regret those tickets anymore.
Witnessing that side of Akito...
“Yeah, you’re right. This is beautiful.”
It might just be the best day of his life.
The players went back onto the pitch.
It was time to pray to every god and deity available. If they didn’t ask for many sacrifices in exchange, better.
Whistle. Kick. Goal.
What?
Akito stood up from his seat and screamed.
The guy next to them too.
So Toya followed them.
He put an arm around Akito, and they jumped together.
It was so much fun. A kind of fun that Toya never expected to feel when he was a kid.
They kept celebrating, even when the match resumed.
He didn’t even attempt to follow the ball. He was too busy singing questionable songs and praying for a second goal.
“We need to rewatch that when we get home, Toya. That was so epic!!”
“It was!! I’ve never seen something like that before!”
They sat back down, hands interlocked.
1-1.
And they still had the entire second half left.
The opponents woke up, apparently, because they were attacking a lot more, but their team was more prepared, so they didn’t get very far.
But the clock was ticking, and the second goal just wasn’t happening.
More corner kicks, more attempts on target, and the goalkeeper saved it every time.
No one was leaving that place with an intact heart. Definitely.
“Come on, come on, come on...”
Akito was covering his mouth with his free hand, so Toya wasn’t completely sure if those were his exact words.
The bad goalkeeper simply refused to give up.
“Come on...”
He kicked the ball, but their team was right there, ready to defend.
They stole the ball back.
“Come on!!”
Both teens hit their legs at the same time.
Akito stared at him.
To no one’s surprise, Toya had started picking up his mannerisms.
“Copyright infringement.”
“Aren’t we supposed to share everything?”
The implications made the redhead blush.
“Doesn’t matter. Pay up.”
“Nuh-uh.”
They could’ve kept arguing about it, but the cheers got louder.
Someone was running towards the good net.
Alone.
Well, not completely. There was one defender near him, but he couldn’t recover the ball.
Time slowed down.
There was no other way to explain it. The laws of the universe ceased to exist for a few seconds.
The attacker kicked the ball.
It moved forward, flying very slowly.
The goalkeeper moved. His hand got closer. And closer. And closer.
His fingertips grazed the ball.
Cheers.
“LET’S FUCKING GO!”
The two teens stood up again and screamed until their throats bled.
They never sat back down.
They cheered, they jumped, they enjoyed every second.
No more goals were scored.
The referee blew the whistle.
“We won!”
“HELL YEAH WE DID!!”
Akito gave Toya a well-deserved kiss.
In front of everyone.
They both blushed.
“Haha, enjoy this moment, kiddos! Do something special to celebrate! But you youngsters need sleep, make sure you go to bed early.”
Their drunk ally had obviously seen them.
It might’ve been the best day in Toya’s life, but also the most embarrassing.
“Haha, don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”
Toya wanted to keep celebrating, but they had to leave.
And leaving a packed stadium is no easy task.
Too many people, too many sounds, and too many smells.
That kind of sensory overload wasn’t common.
“Akito...”
“Don’t let go of my hand. It's okay. We're almost there.”
Toya tried to focus on keeping his breathing steady.
They calmly but quickly walked to the doors, went down several flights of stairs and looked for the exit door.
The line to get out wasn’t too long, so they made it in less than five minutes.
Finally, some fresh air.
Toya took a deep breath.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. You?”
Akito's eyes were still glistening.
The fire from his heart had spread through his whole body, and it escaped from his fingertips, right on Toya’s hand.
Beautiful.
“That was the best match I’ve ever seen live, Toya! But we played like shit. I'll analyze it tomorrow.”
“Wait... what do you mean we played like shit?”
Toya knew his football knowledge was mediocre, but they had clearly dominated the field. Except for that one goal. Details.
Akito immediately went on a rant about accuracy, goal opportunities and many other things his boyfriend didn’t understand as they walked to one of the parks near the stadium.
They had a reservation on a restaurant that wasn’t too far away, so they had decided to kill some time sitting under a tree rather than going home and then back to that neighborhood.
“The important thing is that we won, the referee was decent, and we know what not to do next time.”
“Why are you talking like you’re the coach?”
He got side-eyed, but Akito didn’t have much side-eyeing power with a grin so big on his face.
“You don’t get it. I wish you could, but you don’t.”
“What do I have to do to get it?”
Was he seriously considering getting into football for his boyfriend?
Had he finally gone crazy?
“...Are you being for real?”
“Hm, well, I do agree that sports can be magical. And magic should be shared. I'd love to share it with you.”
It was so worth it.
Akito was impossible to describe.
He looked around and confirmed that they were alone.
He grabbed Toya’s head with a bit too much strength and kissed his lips.
No, he devoured his lips. Like they did in Blue Lock. Reference!
Ah, true love. What a beautiful thing that Toya and Akito would never get tired of.
Toya pulled away.
“Serious question. Do you think Blue Lock is an undercover BL?”
“Toya. My dude. Undercover? It has never been more obvious. Even MDZS is straighter.”
He wasn’t exactly wrong, but...
“We are literally K I S S I N G under a tree and you still call me dude?”
“Yeah, under a tree, not in a tree.”
Toya didn’t think twice.
He climbed the tree and sat on the lowest branch.
Akito raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, no, I’m stuck...”
“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know.”
Akito climbed next to him and gave him a kiss.
“There. Happy?”
“No. Call me cute names.”
He was going to be the death of Akito.
Toya knew damn well that he was actively shortening his boyfriend’s lifespan, but hey, he was okay with that.
“Toya, my love, my dear, honey, babe, uh... sweetie, cutie... hehe. Cutie. Cuti Romero.”
“Don’t.”
“Sorry. Um...”
The football-related distraction was inevitable, given how they had just seen a match together, so Toya wasn’t really mad. Besides, he respected el Cuti. He was a menace, and Toya liked menaces.
His favorite menace was staring at him, trying to think about more pet names.
“My angel.”
Toya nearly fell from the tree.
He tried not to look down. He couldn’t panic during such a romantic moment.
“That’s new.”
He was almost a hundred percent sure he was blushing.
But hey, Akito was, too.
“Hm, well... You’re my guardian angel, in a way. You kinda saved me a few times, y’know. Besides, if I’m Aki, then you’re Angel.”
He internally cursed Mizuki for forcing everyone to read Chainsaw Man.
He also internally apologized. It was a good manga.
“...Could you please not jinx our relationship and our lives?”
“Hey, as far as I’m aware, demons aren’t real! We have nothing to worry about!”
A few leaves fell to the ground.
Ah.
Rookie mistake.
Silly mistake.
“Toya?”
He had looked down.
Haha.
Hahaha.
“Hahahaha.”
“...Do you want me to go down first so I can help you?”
“I would like that very much.”
He closed his eyes. Another mistake.
He could feel the distance.
When he opened them again, Akito was already on the ground.
“Okay, love, hold my hands and jump.”
He had to lean forward to do that.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
“It’s okay. I’m here.”
He could do it. He had climbed down a taller tree during their camping trip.
And Akito was there.
He could do it.
His heart was beating too fast.
He couldn’t do it.
“Angel, it’s okay. You got this.”
Angel.
Angel.
Angels had wings.
Toya had wings.
He could do it.
He scooted closer to the edge and leaned forward. Akito's hands found his.
And he jumped.
He landed safely, and crashed on his boyfriend’s chest.
A swift maneuver by the redhead.
“See? I told you. You did great, my angel.”
“See? Demons are very much real, Aki.”
They chuckled.
Toya was fine after a few more seconds of intense hugging. Could hugs be intense, or was he freaking out too much?
It didn’t matter.
He was safe, with his favorite person in the entire world, who had just called him his guardian angel.
Still, his heart was still unstable as fuck.
He needed stability.
He checked the time.
“We should get going in... around ten minutes, I think. We still have to find somewhere to change.”
They were both wearing fancy jeans, but nice restaurants deserve more than football jerseys. Toya had one of his favorite t-shirts and a cute jacket on his backpack, waiting for their time to shine.
Akito nodded, but froze midway. Toya could see the lightbulb turning on.
He took off his jersey.
“Hey!”
“What? It’s quicker this way.”
He opened his own backpack and put on his fancy shirt of choice.
He was quick, and no one was around.
Still, Toya was terrified.
What if they got arrested?
“It’s not public indecency if we’re cis dudes, dude. Which is misogynistic as fuck. Free the nipple.”
“...Sometimes I wonder what is going on inside your head.”
He was being serious, and he wasn’t wrong, though. So after checking if anyone else was there for the millionth time, Toya got changed as quickly as possible.
He handed Akito the jersey.
“Keep it. For the next time.”
His favorite smile came back.
Sports-mode Akito was so... so...
Ethereal. Majestic. Almost godly.
And he wasn’t the one playing.
How would his eyes glisten if he was the one scoring goals?
How did his eyes glisten when he was the one scoring goals?
“Aki?”
“Hm?”
“Do you miss playing football?”
The fire in his eyes died down.
There was a spark that refused to disappear, though.
“Of course I do. It was my life. Do you know how awful it is to give up your life because you’re not good enough at it?”
Although Toya couldn’t relate, he could understand.
According to Ena, there was a dark cloud surrounding Akito at all times during those days.
It must’ve been scary to witness, and even scarier to endure.
“A part of me wishes I never dropped it. And sometimes I still hate myself so much for half-assing it for so long. But...”
He grabbed Toya’s hand.
The fire came back.
“If I hadn’t dropped football, I would’ve never discovered music. And without music, I would’ve never met you.”
Akito could melt Toya’s heart so easily.
Maybe the redhead was the true guardian angel.
“And An and Kohane, I guess. Whatever.”
They both chuckled. Leaving their friends behind wasn’t fair.
But Toya knew what Akito meant.
Even though they all shared a dream, the two of them wouldn’t have made it this far without each other.
And Toya wasn’t only talking about music.
“I see.”
“Dude. I just opened up my heart, and you answer with ‘I see’?”
“Don’t make me play the autism card.”
He was only half joking. He enjoyed teasing Akito, even when he teased him back.
“And for the love of god, stop calling me dude.”
“Never. You're pretty when you’re mad.”
He rolled his eyes, even though he had predicted that would be Akito’s answer.
Truth be told, he really didn’t know what to say.
Feelings weren’t his forte.
“...Would you go back if you got the chance?”
Maybe that question wasn’t the right choice.
The flame flickered.
“I don’t think so. My time there has ended. There won’t be jerseys with my last name on them, and I’m okay with that. Buuut...”
Was he lying?
Was he not okay with that?
“If they ask us to make a song for a world cup... I wouldn’t complain...”
...Oh!
Yeah. A valid dream.
“Like Jungkook and Shakira?”
“Better than them. Respectfully.”
Toya felt the urge to check the time again. It was time to go.
But they could multitask. They walked to the restaurant while talking about what kind of song they would write if FIFA asked them to.
And they were still talking about it when the waiter handed them the menus, although in a lower voice.
The restaurant was very nice. They couldn’t disturb the other customers.
“...and I think that adding phrases in multiple languages would be nice. People would feel...”
Akito’s eyes skimmed through the menu.
He furrowed his brows.
“...Toya Aoyagi.”
“What?”
He already knew what his boyfriend would complain about.
The prices.
The nice, fancy restaurant was obviously expensive.
“I can’t let you—”
“Let me spoil you from time to time.”
“You always say the same thing! That is not how it works!”
Toya ignored him.
He had more than enough money, and one date at an expensive place wouldn’t alter his finances.
He was craving pasta. Maybe ravioli?
He looked up, and noticed that his boyfriend’s eye was twitching.
“Aki, this is literally my anniversary gift. Stop doing math, and just order what you want. Besides, my dad is the one who’s really paying. Consider it... financial compensation for all the trauma?”
The redhead sighed, giving his boyfriend the win.
During the time he had spent calculating things, Toya had already made a choice.
“This salmon ravioli with shrimp sauce is calling for me.”
“Good choice. I think I’ll order meat. With fries.”
“There’s Wagyu beef, I think.”
He wasn’t being subtle. At all.
Akito didn’t even try to complain.
Financial compensation.
Make Harumichi regret his past actions.
“Have you ever tried it?”
“Nope. Dad never let me order it because I used to have beef with grease.”
His joke was hilarious, but Akito didn’t laugh.
“How come he never noticed you were autistic? The signs were right there.”
“I’ve been asking myself the same thing for a while.”
Now that he was older, his tolerance for a lot of textures had increased. There were very few foods he couldn't eat, and meat wasn’t on the list.
But when he was a kid, even a drop of grease or oil would send him into a crisis.
It was so obvious.
If they had noticed...
Nope. He wasn’t getting depressed during his anniversary date.
“So, Wagyu for you, salmon ravioli for me? Can we share the fries?”
“You would steal them even if I said no.”
They ordered their food and went back to football.
It was inevitable, and Toya didn’t mind.
Akito explained a lot of unspoken rules, and some puzzle pieces fell into place.
They had to make a technical pause because a lofi version of “Shake it Off” started playing, and Akito had to inform Ena. Somehow, he managed to relate that song to football.
By the time he was finished, they were already ordering dessert.
“So yeah, haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. They always regret it later.”
“Are you talking about Messi?”
“...No.”
Toya wasn’t jealous. Nope.
Well. Just a little bit. Just like always.
But seeing that fire in Akito’s eyes while he was talking about a celebrity...
“I’m talking about everyone, honestly. People can be so fucking mean sometimes. They don’t have lives, and they criticize everyone!”
The rant was far from over.
Toya didn’t complain. He loved his boyfriend, and he adored hearing him talk.
He knew it was mutual. Akito knew every detail about Star Rail, even though he had never played the game.
True love.
Toya couldn’t wait to marry Akito.
...Okay. Maybe his true love was a bit too intense. They were seventeen.
Details.
“...which is why I ignore everyone on Twitter.”
“Aki?”
“Hm?”
He felt bad for interrupting him, but he had to get the thought out of his head.
“Do you still want the cutouts at our wedding?”
A few months ago, while they were daydreaming about the Big Event that might not even happen, Akito had suggested getting cardboard cutouts to take some photos with.
Jokingly.
Toya did not take it that way.
Yes, they were young, yet that was precisely the reason why they could allow themselves to wish for things so silly.
“Yeah. I mean, why not?”
“It’s a promise, then.”
“Yeah, of course.”
They directed the conversation to Twitter users and their mediocre takes, so Toya participated a lot more than before.
They shared a slice of tiramisu, and Toya got lost in those glistening eyes a few more times.
He was sure Akito was in the same situation.
They would’ve kept talking, but it was time to go. Toya paid without even seeing the total.
After leaving the restaurant and walking a few blocks, Akito stopped on his tracks.
“Okay, but, are you absolutely sure your dad won’t get mad or something?”
“He explicitly said I could spend as much as we wanted to, because it’s our first anniversary and we should celebrate properly.”
“...Wow.”
Toya himself had believed he had died and ended up in heaven after hearing that, so he could understand why Akito was so shocked.
He would have to thank him again once he got home the following day.
“Did you have a good time?”
“What kind of question is that? Of course I did! We went to a football match, Toya.”
Surprisingly, their bus ride home was pretty silent.
Akito was too busy analyzing the match with a friend of his, and Toya was too busy trying to understand their texts.
By the time they arrived at the Shinonome household, Toya’s brain was fried.
He was now eepy.
He wanted to go straight to bed, but Akito was lucky (or unlucky) enough to have decently present parents during important situations.
They were waiting for them, and so was Ena.
“Spill.”
“Ena! Where are your manners?”
“No, no, I agree with her, honey. You two, spill.”
A part of Toya wanted to say out loud how similar Ena and Shinei were, only to tease his sister in law, but he decided to have some mercy.
Akito rolled his eyes and sat down on the sofa. Everyone followed him.
Since Toya was tired, he decided to sit on Akito’s lap and put his head against his chest, knowing damn well that photos would be taken.
He didn’t care at all. He liked cuddling.
“So? How was the match?”
“Eh, it was okay. I mean, we won, but we have a lot of things to improve. Like, we didn’t...”
Toya closed his eyes.
Akito’s voice turned into a murmur.
He picked up some words from time to time, and he nodded when it was appropriate, or so he thought.
Maybe his head wasn’t moving.
“...Is he asleep, like, for real?”
“I think so.”
He felt a kiss on his head, and he smiled. Or, at least, he tried to.
“Go to bed. You can tell us everything tomorrow.”
Who had said that? He couldn’t recognize the voice.
He felt a hand caressing his cheek.
“Toya.”
He didn’t answer. His brain was too foggy.
“Toya.”
The hand pinched his cheek.
He still didn’t answer.
“Toya.”
He opened one eye.
Akito was staring at him, eyes brighter than ever.
“Let’s go upstairs. So you can sleep in a real bed.”
“Hm.”
Instead of standing up, he scooted to the side and fell on the couch.
Akito had to pull on his hand to get him moving.
He heard chuckles behind them, but he didn’t care. If his new family wanted to judge him, let them. He was happy.
“Aki...”
“I am not carrying you upstairs. I’m tired too.”
Toya pouted.
Akito let out the heaviest of sighs.
He gave in and picked his boyfriend up bridal style.
Going upstairs with the added weight of an extra body wasn’t hard for him, and it made Toya feel extra loved.
After opening the door to his room with a kick, Akito left his boyfriend on top of the bed.
“Do you want your pajamas or one of my t-shirts?”
Maybe Toya was a bit too predictable, because his fried brain took forever to answer, and by the time he opened his mouth, he was already holding an old shirt and his pajama pants.
“How?”
“Maybe because we’ve been dating for a year?”
Toya rolled his eyes, but he got changed as quickly as possible and gathered all his strength to go to the bathroom and brush his teeth. Akito had to elbow him a few times, because he was falling asleep while standing.
His mind was too busy to concentrate on staying awake.
A year.
He had been dating Akito for a whole year.
A part of him couldn’t believe it. Time was a weird concept.
“Hey, Aki...”
“Hm?”
The redhead was cleaning his face with a cleanser Ena forced him to use, so his eyes were closed to avoid the soap.
He couldn’t see how big Toya’s smile was.
“I love you.”
“Me too, angel.”
He quickly rinsed off the cleanser and kissed his boyfriend.
One day, hopefully, they would have that same routine in their own house, maybe with a few cats running around.
Toya couldn’t stop thinking about it as Akito covered them with a blanket and immediately brought him closer.
“Thanks for enduring a football match for me, love. It means a lot to me.”
“Hm.”
His brain refused to create words, but his smile didn’t lie.
He would do anything for Akito. No regrets.