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If Aiku and Sendou's dorm floor was known for anything, it was for putting on one fucking hell of a party. One of their floor-mates, Itoshi Sae, was the son of the headmaster, so they were able to get away with all of it just fine. Made their place a hotspot. It was no different that Saturday, with the smell of (illicit) alcohol tinging the air. The sound of the crowd in the building was loud, almost blaring over the music. All the essentials of a good Floor 9 party were in place — Sendou had gotten his ritual rejection (poor sap), Shidou had already gotten slapped by Sae at least twice (and was definitely into it, the freak. Was likely some bit of roleplay, at this point), Aiku had chatted up some prospects around the party (nothing serious). Everyone was having a good time, from what he could tell.
Well, he wasn’t sure where Sendou was, but he had to be around there somewhere.
So, Aiku kicked back. Relaxed. Dance with a pretty girl or two. Had fun. It had been a tough semester, everyone deserved the break. He was intending to take full advantage of it, now that finals were up. He’d had one too many tough courses that made him want to slam his head against a table. He wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to get drunk and not have to think.
It was as a new song began, a fast-paced pop tempo, that Shidou approached him. He flashed a grin at the girls Aiku was occupied with, one that showed off those sharp canines. “You mind if I steal Pretty Eyes for a minute?”
The girls glanced at each other with a small giggle, a shared nod. Shidou led Aiku towards another end of the dance floor by the wrist, until they were closer to the hallway (though still well within the bounds of sweaty masses swaying to the beat). Aiku shrugged it off at first, dancing along with Shidou. He did eventually have to ask, though. “Don’t you got a boyfriend to dance with?” He grinned a bit. “Pretty sure he’s the type to throw a pissy fit if he catches you with another guy.”
Sae wasn’t that bad, really — most people would get hit by envy a lot more often with Shidou as a partner — but one moment of jealousy in public meant that Aiku had to tease the couple over it for the rest of their lives.
“He’s in the bedroom. Ready to get fucked until he can’t breathe and filled with my genes~”
Aiku’s brows flicked up. Sure, Sae and Shidou fucking at these events was nothing new (nor was Shidou’s dirty talk about the man), but they would usually head off the floor as a set. If Sae was already gone… “Why you still out here, then?”
“Worrying about people ain’t my thing. Too boring to make my heart pump,” Shidou began, his movements fluid with the music. “But.” He moved so that he was closer to Aiku, able to lower his voice slightly. As though he was even being considerate to make sure everyone else didn’t hear about whatever was happening. “Get your ass over to Sendou’s dorm, yeah? Or I’ll turn your head into a brain slushie.”
Considering Shidou’s temperament, the man likely would act on such a threat, too. Aiku frowned, a small shiver crawling up his spine. “The fuck—“
He looked back at where Shidou’s mouth had been whispering to him, but the blond was gone. Likely evacuated to the bedroom to fuck Sae senseless. Perverts. (Some may say that Aiku wasn’t one able to talk, but that was their opinion. He was certainly better than those two, in any case.)
He sighed, pausing his movements to glance down the hall. If even Shidou was worried, there had to be a pretty big issue. Sendou usually came to him to complain if something happened, though. He’d hear the whining of every rejection. Was there really that much to worry about? He opted to be on the safe side. Last time there’d been an incident with Sendou, after all, it was the guy almost getting alcohol poisoning over a drinking competition. There was at least a need to make sure he was… well, alive. In any case, with the weird way Shidou was acting, it had to be at least semi-serious.
Aiku drew over to Room 952. Hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door. “Yo, man, you in there?”
There was a pause before a response came from the other side of the door, Sendou’s distinctive voice. “Go away.”
“…no,” Aiku replied simply, going through his wallet to find the spare keycard for Sendou’s room he’d stolen taken ownership of. It took a moment of flipping through credit cards that he used once and never touched again, but he eventually found it and scanned it against the black box on the door.
Sendou was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Even when he was depressed over shot down, he went through the entire process with energy. The way he’d complain was almost as enthusiastic as the way he’d speak about accomplishments or his next try at getting a girlfriend. Aiku wasn’t used to seeing him so… calm. Still. It was almost unnerving. For a moment, he wondered vaguely if there had been another issue with drinks or drugs.
“Did you drink too much again?”
Sendou took a long pause before shaking his head. “I only had one beer…” After hearing him speak a bit more, Aiku could be sure of the lack of slur that usually came with Sendou’s drunkenness. He wasn’t lying.
That was almost as bad as his dejected state. Sendou never stayed too sober during a party. Aiku frowned. Normally, when Sendou got pouty, he’d tease him to the ends of the earth over it, but this seemed more serious. He was an asshole, but not that kind of asshole. “Did someone slip you—”
“What? No.” Sendou sat up, curled up on himself. “Just leave me alone.”
Aiku sighed. It couldn’t be about the most recent rejection, right? He’d already heard the full whiny rant. Gave him hell over it, just like usual. Nothing seemed out of the normal about the exchange, either. Sendou complained, Aiku ribbed on him mercilessly, Sendou eventually got over it and moved on to try again. (One could certainly respect the tenacity.) Still, he decided to ask.
“Get rejected again?” Even a guy that bounced back as quickly as Sendou had to get put down by the constant no’s sometime, right? Aiku wasn’t even sure why Sendou seemed unable to get a date, honestly. It wasn’t as though he was ugly, and he was a decent guy. Definitely a better selection than a good number of people at their shitty school.
“I wish.”
Aiku paused. Took in the words, what that might mean. “Did a girl say yes to you?”
Sendou hesitated before nodding slowly.
“Dude, that’s great. Congrats.” He meant it, too. He could be sincere when he wanted to be.
Sendou, though, just looked disappointed. Aiku sat on the mattress next to him, put a casual arm over his shoulders. Provided a good-natured grin. Maybe he could lighten the mood, at least. “What, was she not your type? Puke in your mouth? Crazy?”
“There wasn’t anything wrong with her. Just…” Sendou groaned, running his hands through his hair. “Do you remember that time the floor was playing truth or dare? I dunno, we were all kinda drunk, but I had to kiss Shidou at one point?”
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” Aiku snickered a bit at the memory. The one time he’d seen Sae get jealous. It had been an entertaining display, to say the least, the way that the headmaster’s son got so furious. For once in his life, Shidou had to be the one restraining a person from a fight instead of the one starting it. “You almost got your ass beat by the prodigy.”
Sendou scowled. “I could totally take him!”
“Sure you could, bud.”
“I could!” He huffed, crossing his arms, but moved back onto the point of the conversation. “I felt… y’know, something. Not, like, a romance novel sort of something or anything, don’t get me wrong. Just… something.”
Aiku tilted his head. “I mean, yeah, it’s normal to get at least that much from a kiss, even if you don’t like the person, right?” He knew that it had happened to him before. A kiss was a kiss. It was just something that felt good.
“I kissed a girl, and I didn’t feel that something, though?” Sendou groaned. “I don’t know, it’s confusing, and maybe I was just not thinking about it? Or, like, maybe she was just bad at kissing, or—”
Aiku frowned. “Or you just don’t like girls, man.”
Sendou froze, looked up at Aiku. “I’m not gay!” he protested, bright red filling his cheeks. “I-I’m not like—”
“Why, ‘cause it’s bad to be gay?” Aiku asked, narrowing his eyes. “Would you say that shit to Shidou and Sae? Call them disgusting or weird for being together?”
The two shared a glance before Aiku sighed. Bad example. He was pretty sure even the most good-natured person might make a bigoted comment to Shidou and Sae if it meant they stopped being so… Shidou and Sae. Dorm Floor 9 had their fill of the couple by the time Shidou almost fucked Sae on the counter while getting coffee. Shidou was bad enough on his own, but Sae just had to go and egg the guy on…
“Scratch that. Those two are actually disgusting regardless.” Aiku sighed again. “I like dudes too. You gonna call me gross for that?”
“Wh— You do?” Sendou paused, furrowing his brows. “But, you’re always with women, and…”
“Bisexuality exists.” Aiku tapped Sendou’s chin, forcing eye contact. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
“…no.” Sendou glanced away, biting his lip. “You’re not gross. That’s… that’s different.”
“Why?”
“I…” Sendou squeezed his eyes tightly shut. “I don’t know. I just… I’m not. I’m not.”
“Fine. What kinda girl you like?”
Sendou’s answer was easy, immediate. “Hollywood actress.”
“Mhm? What you like about those ladies?”
Sendou paused. Frowned. Opened his mouth and closed it again. Seemed to be trying hard to find words. He looked down, furrowing his brow. It was the hardest that Aiku had ever seen the guy concentrate on anything.
“Dude, if you gotta think that hard about it, you probably don’t actually like them.”
Sendou was quiet for a while, looking as though he was still trying to piece together his reasoning. He was trying real hard, based on the look on his face. Aiku almost pitied the effort. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, his eyes widened. “Holy shit, I’m gay.”
Aiku patted Sendou’s back. “There you go.”
“I like dudes.”
“Yeah, that’s what that word means.” Aiku couldn’t help but smirk a bit at Sendou’s utter bewilderment. “Took you eighteen years of your life to realize it, but you got there eventually.”
Sendou looked up at Aiku. Tried to put on a smile. “You can’t tease me for not having a girlfriend now, right?”
“Yeah, but you’re still chronically single, so it just means I get to talk about how you can’t get a man.”
Sendou let out a small laugh, burying his face in Aiku’s shoulder to try to hide the smile. “Fuck you.”
“Time and place,” Aiku drawled jokingly.
Sendou jumped a bit, turned red in the corner of the taller man’s eye. “Huh?”
“Relax, I’m kidding. I mean, unless you want me to not be kidding.” Aiku flashed a toothy grin. Watched the man squirm. It was cute, the way he got flustered. “You’re newly invented as a gay man, maybe you should get a new first kiss instead of that random girl you ran away from.”
Sendou grimaced. “Wouldn’t Shidou still be—”
“Shidou shouldn’t count as anyone’s first anything. That guy would fuck literally anything put vaguely near him.”
“…okay, yeah, that’s true.” Sendou seemed to decide to try to take the upper hand, pay Aiku back for some of the ribbing over the years. “Some would say the same about you, though.”
“Ouch?” Aiku snickered. “At least I’ve never nearly fucked someone in front of my entire dorm floor.” He had basic decency when it came to that. Besides, how could he be expected to hold those sorts of things over his floor-mates’ heads for the rest of eternity if he participated in the same behavior?
“I guess that’s true…” Sendou reached down beneath the bed, pulled a half-emptied cup of beer. Kicked it back. “Fuck it, fine. Kiss me.”
“Seriously?”
“What, you chicken? You’re the one who offered.”
Aiku scoffed. “Y’little shit.” He leaned forward, tilting Sendou’s chin. Examined his face, the soft features and fluffy hair. The way the light tapered in his eyes. The shorter, more slender frame. Sendou was what most would call a classic pretty boy, in Aiku’s opinion. Very different from himself, with his larger body and rugged features. Hell, if he were a different type of person, maybe he’d be jealous.
Aiku leaned forward and brushed their lips together gently. Sendou pulled away, wrinkling his nose. “The stubble feels weird.”
“Don’t like it?”
Sendou frowned, considering it, before leaning in and kissing Aiku once more. Broke it after a moment to answer. “I… don’t hate it,” he mumbled, sounding almost begrudging. Like he had a stronger opinion than that, but refused to say it. It was cute. (And a better reaction than he got from a lot of his lays. Constant complaints about his facial hair grew old.)
Aiku smirked, his hand coming to cup Sendou’s waist before kissing him again. A light bit of teeth against the lower lip, teasing, his other hand stroking a few strands of that soft hair. The taste of shitty alcohol from the party and some sort of fruity Chapstick mixed together when he pressed his tongue against Sendou’s lower lip to request entrance. Sendou’s mouth opened almost immediately, the shorter boy beginning to lean back in his bed, his arms going around Aiku’s neck.
And if the little whimper that came out Sendou’s mouth when the kiss briefly broke was any measure, he was certainly having a better time than he described when he tried kissing that girl.