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"His spirit soared when their skins touched."
This time, it feels different than before.
This time, it isn’t when Kyoutani pissed Yahaba off, and Yahaba snapped and slammed him into the wall, hands gripping his shoulders tightly, trembling in anger because he couldn’t understand what Kyoutani is trying to get at and why he has to disagree with everything he says.
This time, it isn’t when they are on the way home from school, shoulders barely brushing each other every step, enjoying the comfortable silence between them, or when Kyoutani tries studying in the library and ends up falling asleep from exhaustion, and Yahaba gently brushes through his short hair, content with watching the usually angry Kyoutani rest.
No, this time, Yahaba knows for sure that Kyoutani knows, he knows what the feelings behind every touch is, he knows why Yahaba always wait for him after practice so they can go home together, why Yahaba would even bother feeling angry every time he made him angry, why no matter what ever they said during their fights, they still forgive each other and go home together, shoulder to shoulder, when really they just seem like they hate each other.
No, this time, as their fingers intertwine with each other, Yahaba knows that Kyoutani knows, that really, they were both just too shy to confess their own feelings for each other.