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Endo is one clingy, touchy-feely bastard, and Haruka can hardly stand it.
For a long time, he didn’t; every time the asshole even came close (outside of whenever they were sparring, anyway), Haruka would shove him away—never hitting or smacking him like Takiishi does, like he’s watched Takiishi do, but doing enough to make clear just how much he wasn’t likin’ it, either—or duck under and out from the reach of him. He knew the touching came with just knowing Endo at all, so it wasn’t like this was really any sorta surprise, but even after that hallway confession and promise and the way they both actually tried to keep the damn thing goin’ (up to the point that the two of them are now dating, which is an insane thing all on its own), Haruka hadn’t known how to deal with things at first.
Endo’s apparently endless need to just hold on to someone at all times was just...odd. Haruka really doesn’t even get it; he’s only ever been avoided, and then he started pushing people away just so they wouldn’t avoid him first. Until he was here in Makochi, nobody had ever touched him outside of a fight, anyway; so now that there was someone who just wanted to, who apparently lo—felt so strongly about him that he wanted to do it every second he’s able, is so weird.
Here lately, though, if Haruka starts bein’ honest, he’s kinda sorta...not fighting against it so much anymore. He doesn’t know when it happened, and only half-knows when it started (probably around the same time he started thinking about the way he and Endo kiss, or at least the way those happen for them), but he knows it did and ever since, things have been different. Not that he really minds; especially now, in winter, when his shitty apartment with no heater at all gets cold to the bone.
The first time Endo had come over at the beginning of the season, he’d tried to go down and pick a fight with the landlord to, in his words, “fix this goddamn problem”, but Haruka had managed to talk him down from his huge fuss to just buying a personal heater for his room. The rest of the apartment being cold wasn’t an issue, so long as this one space could be a decent temperature once he was in it. Endo was no less angry, but after he found and bought one he deemed suitable for the place (even though that sparked a new argument, because what the hell was the idiot thinkin’, buying something so expensive just for Haruka!?), he’d relented into keeping his good behaviour up. With that, Haruka figured the whole situation fixed up; so what if Endo came by every night afterward? He just had the time and money to do it, so why would he go and turn his boyfriend away for makin’ a little trip to his place? It doesn’t matter what some of the others in his class think of it, it’s all just coincidence. They’re just thinking too hard on it!
(Honestly, even Haruka isn’t that stupid; but, again, who’s he to turn Endo away when he shows up? Even without the whole boyfriend title—as he was thinkin’ before, it’s just another wild thing on its own—applying to him, Haruka had promised him that they could spend time together after their fight. This basically could’ve happened whether or not they were dating, with that promise in place, so there wasn’t really a point to gettin’ bent outta shape about it. As long as they kept avoiding any real problems, too, nobody could even complain—pretty surprisingly, Endo was a tidy guy, and so long as he didn’t perceive any problems between Haruka and his neighbours and landlord, he tended to act like he was nice and respected them. It’s all Haruka could ever ask for!)
Speaking of thinking, though—
“Somethin’ on your mind over there, babe?”
Mismatched eyes roll, though the action’s fonder than it seems; not that Endo can see that, since he’s got his entire body curled around Haruka’s back. Almost laid over him because of how damn tall he is in comparison, but Haruka hasn’t felt the need to say anything. Yet, maybe. Or maybe not at all? Hell if he knows!
“Don’t you worry about it.” Is his huffed response all the same, curling in on himself a little. “‘s nothin’ to worry about at all. I’m just thinkin’.”
Of course, this doesn’t do shit to deter Endo. As Haruka curls in on himself, Endo closes in on him, too; his arms winding around his waist on both sides (and, geez, doesn’t the right one hurt by this point, being stuck under Haruka like this?) as he lays himself across Haruka’s back even more. “If that’s the case, just tell me what about, then~” He says, practically sings, in response, and that makes Haruka huff all over again. “I like hearin’ your thoughts, after all.”
“You like hearing me talk.” Haruka corrects, tilting his chin up to glance at Endo. “Which is shocking, considering you never shut up.”
“Because you like hearing me talk~! Besides, the more ya talk to me, the more you can talk to your little friends openly, so isn’t it a good thing I can get you to do it?”
The bastard grins, then, shit-eating and pleased with himself as if he’s saying somethin’ good, and Haruka has to wonder what the hell he sees in this weirdo to not immediately push him away.
“Like I said,” he sighs, though, not even bothering to let the question rile him up, “never shuttin’ up.”
Not like risin’ to his shit will do me any favours, which is the only reason Haruka is willing to let it all go, even as Endo chuckles into his hair. It’s not like it’s actually all that annoying, anyway, so there isn’t really a point in getting riled up; besides, the futon’s so comfy, and Endo’s weight is nice and warm up against him, and gettin’ all pissed means Haruka’d have to leave all that. Outta the two, he’s already got the best deal.
So he just leans his head back down, cushioning his head against his own arm (he doesn’t wanna put all his weight on Endo, or they might not have had any choice but to have moved around already) as he re-settles. Endo does shift now, though, to Haruka’s increasing irritation, but he thankfully doesn’t go anywhere either; what moves is his arm, the one not currently trapped beneath Haruka’s hip, and all it does is shift its way up from where it’d been resting free against the futon to grabbing onto one of Haruka’s own wrists.
(The grip is loose, but a brief flash of harsher holds runs through his memories; their fight was months ago by this point, but they pop up every now and then. Haruka isn’t bothered by it in the moment, though; it’s just comparison. Endo could hold him tighter, but he’s choosing not to. Doesn’t want to, even, from what they’ve talked about before, and wouldn’t ever do it in that same way again.
Is that, Haruka wonders, what love does to people?)
“Mind if I kiss ya, babe?” Endo asks, leaning down to talk low into Haruka’s ear. “Just on the cheek; I promise.”
The puffs of breath as he speaks make the younger teen shiver (which is probably what the asshole wanted, since he starts laughing again), familiar warmth covering his face in an instant, but he doesn’t squirm away.
I’ve spent my whole life avoiding people. Can’t things be different now?
(There are, though, still plenty of boundaries he has. “Reservations”, even, if there’s a need to be technical or whatever, but Endo always tells him they’re reasonable and fine, so it isn’t like he feels bad about it.)
“No.
“But...don’t let go of me?”
It wasn’t meant to be a question—surprisingly, Haruka isn’t really feeling a lotta doubt for asking for what he wants, right now—but it comes out like one anyway. It’s probably okay; as he was askin’ it, he’d wormed his arm down from Endo’s grip to slip their hands together instead. No point in just holding a wrist when he could hold that.
(Haruka even brings them close to his chest; intertwined limbs held right next to his heart, which is just about going so crazy he can hear it in his ears. Or maybe that’s Endo’s; his own is pretty close to Haruka’s head, after all.
Something sure helped him decide to do that, even if he doesn’t consciously think about it.)
“Not a chance in hell.” Easily, and without a second in between, Endo curls in even closer again—which, Haruka didn’t think that was gonna be possible, but somehow he manages—as he squeezes their hands together. Mismatched eyes watch in no short sense of awe as the ink flexes across the muscles of Endo’s hand before they’re flicking up and back towards his face, which has leaned down to press their cheeks together. Guess he was hung up about that, for sure.
“I came over just so I could hold ya,” Endo tells him, which doesn’t help the heat on his face, “so I ain’t going anywhere for a long while.
“You are my personal heater right now, after all.”
Why do I even...? “If you want that damn thing back, just take it; you bought it to begin with.”
Endo sighs, then, even as his voice comes out strangely—Haruka would say almost too—patient. “Not at all what I meant, babe, but that’s on me for talkin’ in metaphors and stuff. I forget you don’t know anything about all that.”
Irritation once again spikes up in Haruka (he really isn’t doing well with the idea of not letting shit get to him), but Endo seems to sense it because he just squeezes Haruka entirely; his arms, their intertwined hands, even his cheek against Haruka’s own, they all briefly squeeze against him. It kills all the protests he could’ve made.
“Point is, ‘m not leaving, so don’t you worry about it.” He continues on, turning Haruka’s own words on him as he sighs a second time.
“Won’t let ya go, and won’t be leavin’ ya; talk about being the best boyfriend ever, eh?”
...there’s no chance in hell he’s serious. If it wasn’t so damn warm...
“What the hell do I see in you.” Haruka says out loud this time, his tone lacking any sort of bite. He even rubs his thumb, the one that’s laid over Endo’s, across his hand, as affectionate an action as Haruka knows how to make. “You do nothin’ but annoy the crap outta me.”
He feels Endo’s grin spread back across his features; it warms something that was almost too cold deep in his chest.
“I love ya too, yanno.”