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It had been a few months since the battle with the absolutely terrifying Yoshikage Kira, a day that every single person involved would never quite be able to forget.
Some were still quite shaken, but everyone could take quiet solace in the fact that they would never have to deal with a monster like him ever again…
Or at least not anytime soon, they hoped.
Everything seemed to be back to normal, relatively speaking. And that was no less prevalent with our favorite pair of punks.
A pair of punks who, since saving all of Morioh, had started to date one another. And even though they still could be quite aggressive, or even downright annoying to the other at any given time, that didn’t seem to detract from the bond that they’ve formed over the past few months.
No, everything was going great for them…
Well everything except for one thing, Josuke was still just as protective of his hair as ever. Whenever Okuyasu wanted to try and touch his boyfriend, he always had to make an extremely conscious effort not to ruffle his pompadour, lest he faced the wrath of the delinquent.
And honestly speaking, Okuyasu was kinda getting sick and tired of getting his ass kicked over something so…
Well Okuyasu understood the importance of his hair, because of course he did, Josuke told him the story and everything, but that didn’t excuse any of the bullshit that he ended up putting his boyfriend through due to it.
Something was going to have to give, and Okuyasu was hoping that Josuke would be the one to give in this situation.
Okuyasu was never one to beat around the bush, he always spoke about what was on his mind, completely unfiltered and uncut. But even he was struggling to come up with a way to break this to his partner, hopefully without receiving another pummeling from the extremely strong teen.
There’s one major issue with that however, Okuyasu wasn’t much of a thinker, a concept he had admitted aloud to the others quite a few times at this point. He wasn’t necessarily ashamed of that fact or anything, Okuyasu knew that it was just a fact of life at this point.
Or maybe just something that Keicho had made sure to hammer into his skull, regardless of the reason Okuyasu knew he needed to find someone to give him some advice on how to approach the situation.
And he had plenty of options, he and Josuke had basically befriended half of the entire town at this point… But who to ask?
Rohan… nah he would probably just ask for the delinquent to leave him be and be done with it.
Josuke’s mom… No, she teased them enough for their relationship as it. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but honestly she wasn’t the best when it came to understanding her son. Otherwise it might be easier to reign the boy in when he was getting into mischief. She loved the boy, but damn was he hard to keep in one place.
Mr. Jotaro and Joseph had already gone back to the United States months ago, so that was a no go.
OH, he could just go to Koichi and Yukako, why didn’t he think of that sooner.
Whatever, Okuyasu wasn’t quite one to sweat the small stuff, very much unlike his boyfriend.
So the gruff punk walked his way over to the cafe that the couple often frequented, and lo and behold, there they were.
“Oi,” came Okuyasu’s usual greeting.
This perked the couple up, “Oh, hey Okuyasu, how’s it going,” the shorter boy was endlessly patient and kind, which was kind of a godsend considering the temperament of the average Morioh resident.
Yukako merely hummed at his presence.
Okuyasu rubbed the back of his neck, “Could be better to be honest, actually I came to talk to you guys about something,” without asking permission, he pulled out an extra chair from the table and plopped himself down loudly. Promptly inserting himself into the couples date.
Yukako huffed, “I guess we're doing this now,” she narrowed her eyes at the taller boy, even after all this time, she still didn’t quite trust the friends of her boyfriend. Not that she would make a fuss about such a thing, she had in fact been making substantial progress with her attitude over the past few months.
Throughout their time together Koichi was slowly helping her loosen up and become a more considerate and genuine person, and she was making progress for sure, but she only had so much patience for the punk's antics. His appearance often put her a little on edge. Not to say she necessarily disliked him, that wasn’t quite fair and she knew it, but still there was just something about Okuyasu that always happened to unnerve her, like whenever he would show his stupid face it meant something bad was bound to happen.
Okuyasu leaned towards the stern woman, “I’m sorry for interrupting your date or whatever, and I’ll be sure to leave you guys to it, but I just need a bit of advice,” he admitted, speaking more softly than usual.
This earnesty caused the prickly girl to reel back slightly, it wasn’t often that the man before her was genuine, so she knew that he was most likely going to be asking about something he deemed important.
She let out a breath, “And I apologize for my coldness, now what is it that you needed help with?”
Okuyasu ran a stray finger through his hair, slightly disheveling his appearance, before he noticed what he was doing, and quickly pulled out a comb to reshape his hair, “Well it’s just that, don’t get me wrong Josuke’s a great boyfriend and all, perfect in almost every way really,” he blushed slightly at the admission.
Oh love talk, that was something that was in the girls ballpark.
“Do tell,” she urged him to continue, leaning her chin on one of her palms.
He straightened up, “It’s just his hair ya know,” he blurted out.
Koichi raised a brow, “Yeah, and what about Josuke’s hair?” He seemed slightly confused by the context of the admission.
“Well you know, his hair looks awesome and all that, but he really does not like anyone to be touching it, like at all,” he shoved his hands into his pockets swiftly, “And that includes me apparently.” He grumbled.
The girl knew how it felt to be defensive over one’s hair, oh she had quite a lot of personal experience in that field for matter of fact, “Honestly relatable, it took me quite a while before I was comfortable with Koichi touching mine,” she brushed a stray strand out of her face.
Koichi slumped, “Tell me about it,” his face twisted at the memory of doing just that.
Yukako placed a hand over her boyfriends, causing him to smile gently, “And I try to make it up to him every day, I still feel quite awful over how I treated you early on,” her eyes settled on the table, “I was quite overwhelming back then, wasn’t I?” she sighed.
“Yeah, no shit,” Okuyasu giggled at the girl's understatement.
Yukako’s gaze tightened again, “Do you want us to help you or not dumbass?” Okuyasu threw his hands up apologetically, “Oi, sorry sorry,” he settled back into his chair.
She kept her eyes trained on him, her boyfriend decided to take over from here, “So what have you tried already? Have you talked to him about it yet?” the shorter boy asked simply.
Okuyasu cast his eyes down again, “That’s the thing, I don’t really know how I should bring it up,” he sighs, “Honestly when things are going well, I don’t really like the idea of souring the mood by bringing it up, and when he flares up he refuses to talk to me for a few hours. And then when he does decide to talk to me again, he treats it as if nothing happened,” he lets his chin hit the table, “Feelings are tough bro, I don’t know how anyone deals with this kind of shit.” He finishes dejectedly.
Koichi used his hand that wasn’t holding his tea, and patted the taller guy on the back, “So what I hear is that you haven’t just tried to, you know, talk to him about this yet,” he took a long sip from his cup, “So maybe start with that.”
Really that simple…
“You guys make it sound so easy,” he groaned, his face still planted on the table.
Yukako took a loud sip from her nearly empty cup, before setting it down audibly, “We really do don’t we,” she responded, before more thoroughly considering the boys words, “Look, Josuke’s a good guy,” she looked at Koichi for a moment, “Or at the very least my boyfriend thinks as much, so he’ll probably be fine talking about it so long as you’re patient with him.”
He slowly peeled his head up from the table, “That easy huh?” he spoke in exasperation.
“Yup,” Koichi popped the p for emphasis.
Okuyasu slowly stood up, “Oi boy, well I better hop to it then,” he glanced over the two of them, “You guys enjoy your date or whatever,” he slung his bag over one shoulder and got ready to shove off.
Before he could, Koichi popped up, “Oh and Okuyasu.”
He craned his head around, awaiting a response, “Yeah.”
“Good luck,” the couple waved at him.
Okuyasu chuckles to himself. Yeah luck, he was going to need a lot of that today.
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So here he was, sitting in his boyfriend’s bedroom, on his boyfriend's bed, while said boyfriend was playing a game on his tv.
Josuke had begged his mom for months to allow him to have, not only a television, but also to be allowed to have a game console in his bedroom as well.
It took a lot of begging, and a lot of extra chores, but eventually she relented. But reaffirmed, should his grades slip, he’d be back to square one.
And as for Josuke, so far so good on that front.
Okuyasu decided just to watch as his boyfriend engrossed himself fully into his Super Nintendo. They could play a co-op game, but Okuyasu insisted that he wasn’t in the mood to play today.
He had been sitting there for about half an hour by now, and was still mulling over how best to put what he wanted to say into words.
Yeah words, not quite the boy's strong suit.
After a bit more time spent trying to concoct the perfect response, Okuyasu thought to hell with it and just spit something out, “Oi Josuke, ya mind if we talk about something?”
The boy in question paused the game he was playing and gave his full attention to his partner, “Hmm, oh sure,” Josuke grinned that infectious grin at him, “Shoot.”
“Well ya see, the thing is,” his hand shot to the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously, “So ya know that sometimes when we’re getting close to each other, that I sometimes accidentally touch your… Hair,” he trailed off hoping that would be enough of an explanation.
Josuke stared back at him neutrally for a bit, his expression hard to decipher, but all Okuyasu could think to do was to sit and wait.
And wait he did, for a little while actually, it seemed like it was taking Josuke a minute to decide on which words he wanted to say.
With a belated sigh what he eventually settled on was, “Sorry bro,” he fully stood up from his spot on the floor next to the T.V. to sit next to him on the bed.
He made sure to leave a few feet between the two of them, “I uh, it’s really hard for me to control my temper sometimes, especially considering my hair ya know,” Okuyasu was not expecting talking about it to be this easy. And they were far from done, but this is a lot more progress than he thought he was going to make today, so he was gladly surprised by this turn of events.
Though not quite wanting to push his luck, Okuyasu began to backpedal, “But, it's not like I don't get it or anything, I know your hair is super important to you, sooo yeah…” he shrunk back, looking towards Josuke expectantly.
Josuke frowned at that, “Dude, you don't got nothing to apologize for, so don't beat yourself up over it, okay” he was avoiding Okuyasu's gaze.
Okuyasu stares back in subtle disbelief, his mouth hanging slightly agape.
The punk with the facial scar slowly nodded.
With a bit of hesitation, Josuke continued, “Honestly I feel pretty shitty about it, even though it is mostly a knee-jerk reaction, I still should have had the sense to stop myself.”
He sighed, “Or at the very least apologize for it, I shouldn't have to have been told about it for me to have finally done so,” Josuke’s hand starting fiddling with his bedsheets, “I know it might not count for much now, but I'm sorry bro, that shit was uncalled for,” he paused for a moment, “It was always uncalled for.”
Josuke slumped back into the mattress, having finally gotten off his chest something that had been bugging him for quite some time.
Silence stretched on for what seemed like forever before Okuyasu spoke up, because it seemed like Josuke would much rather continue to stare at the room’s carpeting than share a single glance in his direction.
“Sooooo, thanks man,” he rubbed at his arm, “For being honest and stuff I mean,” the reformed villain scooched closer to the other boy, Josuke’s eyes flitted over to meet his only for a second before looking away again.
But Okuyasu caught that look and decided to venture closer on the bed towards his boyfriend, “Hey man, are you feeling ok, you got real quiet all of a sudden ya know?” He put a gentle hand on the pretty boy's shoulder.
Josuke shuddered at the touch, before leaning into it, “Yeah, I’m… I’m fine bro.”
Okuyasu looked at him questioningly, earning a ‘What?’ from his boyfriend. Okuyasu stared at him for a bit longer before backing off with a shrug.
They sat in a far more comfortable silence for a while before Okuyasu decided to break the ice yet again, and this time with a request, “Oi Josuke, if ya don’t mind,” he glanced over at his expectant face, “Can I touch it?” they both immediately blushed, “YOU’RE HAIR I MEAN, can I touch that?” He quickly corrected himself.
After sputtering for a second, Josuke was finally able to compose himself, he scrunched his brow in deep thought, “I… I would like that, but I don’t know if I can control it ya know,” he rubbed at the back of his neck, “My temper and stuff man, I dunno if I could get a lock on it.” He looked down at his knees.
Okuyasu nodded before responding, “Okay,” “But I want to try,” Josuke spoke up, accidentally speaking over his boyfriend.
“Oh sorry,” “Sorry about that bro,” their words kept jumbling together, before they broke into a shared laugh, Okuyasu threw an arm around his shoulder to pull him closer while they let the humor of the situation wash over them.
“Alright I’m ready when you are,” “What were you trying to say?” Okuyasu spoke over him on purpose this time, earning an annoyed look from his boyfriend.
Josuke had to wait for Okuyasu to come off of the high of his own joke before he could continue with what he actually wanted to say, though currently wearing a pout, Josuke was actually quite happy that the mood had been lightened between them, things had been feeling tense for a second there.
“Okay what I was trying to say was…” Josuke checked to make sure his boyfriend wasn’t going to pull that shit again, but it seems like he finally got a hold on himself and was genuinely trying to listen to what Josuke was saying.
Good.
“I was saying that you can try and touch it if you’d like. And before you say anything else I mean my hair you jackass,” that earned a quick little chuckle out of the delinquent.
They readjusted their position, now both of them were on their knees on the mattress facing one another.
Okuyasu raised a hand towards Josuke’s face, “Ya sure man?” he asked one last time. Josuke nodded, never breaking eye contact during the gesture, and Okuyasu found himself getting lost in his bf’s eyes, that not being a new occurrence for him, Josuke just had really pretty eyes.
The younger delinquent finally let his fingertips brush against the other boy's forehead, Josuke closed his eyes in anticipation.
And finally Okuyasu finally brushed his fingers against a few stray hairs that had fallen out from his pompadour, Josuke slightly flinched at this, causing Okuyasu to draw his hand back.
Josuke screwed his eyes shut, trying to reign in the heat that was rising in the temple of his forehead. He attempted to quash the rage that would have surely burst from this occurrence before, but he had a handle on it this time, and he let that searing heat die out.
Josuke’s expression softened as he once again opened his eyes, “I think I’m ready, this time for real,” his head drifted towards the other boy's hand.
Okuyasu blinked the shock out of his eyes before drawing his hand back towards his boyfriend, “If ya say so,” he let his palm rest upon the top of his pompadour, but this time Josuke didn’t even react, so the other boy ventured further, digging his fingers into the crest of hair atop his head.
Josuke grinned at that, “Aw man, I’ve been missing out,” he chuckled lightly to himself, “If I’d have known that getting pet felt this good, I would have tried to actualize my feelings a helluva lot sooner,” he leaned further forward into the touch.
The younger boy was taken aback by the boldness on display, “Huh, I figured it would take a little bit more than that to, ya know, help ya get comfortable with it and stuff,” Okuyasu looked on quizzically, but not once stopping the show of affection he was displaying.
Josuke suddenly grabbed at his wrist, and Okuyasu’s throat went dry, “I still feel ya holding back on me man, you can really dig in there if you wanna, I won’t bite,” Josuke smirked, “Well not anymore.”
“Or not yet, depending on how this is going,” Okuyasu proceeded to gag on nothing.
“Oh shut up will ya,” Okuyasu weakly protested, before digging his digits in further to disrupt the Do that the delinquent was displaying, the follicles of hair started to lose the hold they were in and started to fall by the wayside.
Despite the younger boy's initial expectations, Josuke looked serene during the process, “You’re more into this than I expected bro,” Okuyasu smiled.
Josuke smiled at that, “What can I say bro, It’s been forever since I’ve allowed anyone to touch the Do, it feels a bit exciting is all.”
Okuyasu feels butterflies flutter in his chest, “Dude, you’re being cheesy as hell,” slowly but surely Josuke’s hair unformed from its prior held position.
Josuke breathed out lightly, “Yeay, but I can’t help it man, this is really doing it for me, I dunno what else to say,” he had a thought, “But I think we could make this even better.”
“How?” the younger boy exclaimed, “Like… this,” Josuke adjusted their positions to where he was laying his head on Okuyasu’s lap.
“There, that's much better don't ya think,” Josuke smiled up at his boyfriend, his once gelled up hair had now all but fallen and is showering over his face in silky strands.
Okuyasu was at a loss for words at the disheveled sight of his partner, but found his voice eventually, “Yeah, I think so,” he finally answered.
He now freely let his hand explore the other boy’s scalp, feeling the smooth strands between his fingers. Okuyasu really loved how Josuke looked with his fully maintained pompadour, but seeing him with his hair down was an incredibly rare sight that he would not soon take for granted.
So he soaked in this less presentable version of him for as long as possible, not quite knowing when such an opportunity would present itself to him again.
Not to say he couldn’t always just ask, but nonetheless this moment was quite special and deserved to be relished.
Not too long after settling down Josuke nodded off to sleep in his boyfriend's lap.
Okuyasu chuckled to himself, “Man this was a helluva lot easier than I thought it'd be, Koichi and Yukako were really onto something with this whole honesty thing huh.”
He looked down at his sleeping lover’s body, his face calmer than he had seen it in a long time, his chest slowly rising and falling with the rate of his breathing. Not soon after melting into this state of comforting quiet, Okuyasu found himself drifting off.
Before falling asleep fully one last thought crossed his mind, how he doesn’t think he’s ever felt this comfortable before in his life.
And with that he was out like a light, the two of them enjoyed a night of quiet solace in each other's presence, sleeping better than either had in quite some time.