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"I don't understand how you can still do it."
Haruka takes off his sports bra, it ruffles his hair on the way off. He knows Akito isn't looking, not really. His back must not be turned and his eyes must not be closed, but Haruka doesn't feel any eyes on his bare skin.
"Do what?"
He asks, even though he knows exactly what Akito is getting at. He tries not to let a sigh out.
He reaches for his binder.
"The whole... being an idol thing. You have to deal with your fans treating you like a girl and shit."
Haruka slips his binder on with ease. He zips up the sides, secure.
"Maybe because I don't mind that? More than that, maybe I like it?"
He turns around, finding Akito having a staring contest with his bedroom floor. So that's where he was looking.
"I know, I—" his gaze drifts upwards, making eye contact with Haruka, "...I'm sorry. I'm doing it again."
Haruka does sigh this time. Not exasperated, mostly sympathetic.
"You're alright. Say, do you see me as a girl?"
"No."
Akito says it so quickly, he sounds almost offended. Haruka nearly chuckles, but he keeps it in. Not the time, maybe later.
"I don't see the problem, then. My friends and my boyfriend know who I am, my fans can see me as whatever they'd prefer."
Haruka comes closer, leaning down and trapping Akito between his arms. A hand comes up to gently pet at his hair, Akito doesn't budge.
"I... enjoy being feminine, but not quite in my day-to-day life. So the stage is an opportunity, in that way."
"Uh-huh. Fact you go to an all-girls school doesn't bother you?"
Now Haruka's just ruffling Akito's hair, and he makes a grunting noise but still doesn't push him off.
"I try not to think about it. Besides, it'd be an inconvenience to the other members of MMJ, so it's alright. I couldn't wear the boy's uniform regardless of where I'd go, anyway. I'm still an idol."
Akito grumbles louder, finally grabbing hold of Haruka's hands, only to place them on his cheeks. It's horribly cute, Haruka will forever be grateful that he's been blessed with such a sight.
"The Kamiyama uniform looked so good on you, though... It was baggy, but I'm sure if you could wear one your size, it'd look even better."
"Why, thank you. Flattering, aren't you? I'm sure you only want me in your class."
"I mean, I'm open to the idea."
Haruka lets himself laugh, this time. He giggles with all the embarrassing warmth of a high school boy with a crush.
He plants a light kiss on Akito's lips, just for the sake of it. He nearly bites him on his way off.