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"Souskeeeeee," Yokoo whined, holding two duffle bags; one pink, the other plain black. "Take your goddamn bag! Or at least make your boyfriend carry it."
He tossed the pink bag on the ground and huffed.
"Gasp! How dare you, peasant! And I don't have a boyfriend, thank you very much!" he said, heaving the bag into his arms. "Minamoto-kunnn~ Can you carry my baaaag?" His face changed almost instantly from annoyed to pleading.
I sighed and held out my arm.
"Oh shit!" I gasped as the weight of his bag almost pulled me to the floor. "What in the hell did you pack?!"
Satou grinned at Souske and the two of them started giggling like idiots.
"Nothing~" Souske managed to say through his giggles.
Both Yokoo and I rolled our eyes and continued walking into the school building.
Welp, what a nice start to our official first school sleepover.
"Hard to believe we're freshmen now. It feels like it was only yesterday that Satou was begging me for candies like a baby—Ahhh!" Satou abruptly smacked Yokoo on the head with his duffle. Perks of dating your best friend, I guess?
"Stop flirting, you gays," Souske sighed, extending his arms toward me. "Gimme my bag, you perv."
I frowned at him and basically chucked the heavy hot pink bag at him.
"Souske, you fucking hypocrite. You can't tell us to stop flirting then go beg your servant"—Satou used air quotes when he said servant—"to give you his firstborn—"
"That is NOT what I asked him for!" Souske shouted, yanking a box of glow sticks out of his bag and chucking it at Satou. It missed completely and smacked into a wall.
"Kou-kun!"
"Oh! Hey, Nene-sempai! What are you doing over in the first-year hall—"
"RADISH-SEMPAI!!!" Mitsuba rushed over and literally jumped on top of her.
"Uhhh… Mitsuba-kun, I told you not to call me that! OH! Look at your nails, they're so plain!" She groaned, then grabbed his hands to inspect them.
"Yep, kept them blah so you could do them tonight!" He giggled and hopped off of her. "My mom offered to do them, but I was like, 'no way mom,' and she was SO upset. It was kinda funny."
I looked back at Satou and Yokoo, half expecting them to be rolling their eyes and making fun of Souske. Nope… they were making out.
"Ah… that’s… fun…?" I mumbled to myself.
"What, jealous?" Souske asked, draping his arms around my shoulders and resting his head there.
AHHH! Wh-why am I so warm…?!
"N-no, why would I be?!"
"Dunno… You should come with us and let me do your nails~"
With a voice as pretty as his… who could even say no?
Souske and I came back to the classroom our group had picked out about an hour after Sempai kidnapped us. Now I had hot pink nails, matching with Souske’s.
"Ooh! Matching nails? Isn’t that a little... gayyy~" Yokoo teased, poking my arm while Satou examined both of our hands.
"Kou’s look better, not gonna lie," Satou said, holding my hand up in the air like a trophy. Souske pouted, then immediately brightened when I reminded him he’s the one who painted them.
"Anyways… it’s sleep time. Ready to lay out the futons and talk about gossip and spooky stories?" Souske sighed, leaning against me.
Holy crap. He’s so warm. Why does my face feel like it’s on fire?
"Fuck yeahhhh!" Satou grinned, yanking his bag closer.
It took us about fifteen minutes to set up our futons and change into pajamas. Almost all of us ended up in tee shirts and sweatpants or basketball shorts… except for Souske, who dramatically pulled out the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen in my life and a marabou robe (one of those fluffy robes that looks like it belongs at a wedding or something, not a sleepover).
"Souske, there’s no way in hell you wear that every night…" Satou muttered as Souske gave us a little twirl.
"I don’t. I just wanted to look beautiful for when death tries to steal my soul~" he swooned, then plopped onto his futon—right next to mine. Or maybe I’d put mine next to his? Oh god, did I do that on purpose?
"You like?" he asked, poking my arm and gesturing to his robe.
I swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah… it’s cute."
Did he just blush? Or am I literally imagining things because I’m desperate?
"Heyo~! Y’all want some food we swiped from the cafeteria?" A (probably) senior strolled in holding a tray of donuts and pastries.
"I bet they spiked them and are gonna kidnap me and do dirty things…" Souske hissed into my ear as he scooted away from the boy. Why does he have to lean so close when he says stuff like that?!
I doubted the seniors were planning anything dirty, but rumors about them spiking snacks and dragging off freshmen weren’t exactly new.
"No thanks. We’ve got our own stuff, but… thanks anyway." I smiled politely. The boy frowned.
"Yeah, alright…" He walked out, his voice fading as he called down the hall.
"Creeeeeppyyy~" Souske sang under his breath.
"Hey, uh... I know we were gonna tell spooky stories and crap, but I'm actually pooped right now, like it's been a long day so-"
"No I so get it Yokoo, me too," Souske said yawning.
I couldn’t sleep, and while we were following the school rules, I couldn’t put out the lantern.
Souske was breathing softly. I turned my head to look at him. "Oh wow. He’s even prettier asleep… I didn’t know that was possible."
Shit, I said that way too loud. Right next to his ear.
"Mmmm… I am?" he whispered, opening his eyes. This bitch wasn’t even asleep.
He sat up. "Wait, what?!"
I slapped my hand over his mouth. "Shhhhh! Don’t wake Satou and Yokoo up, they’ll never let me live—ugh, did you just lick my hand?"
I yanked my hand back and he whispered, "Yeah. And it worked, so don’t be weird about it…"
We sat in silence for… who knows how long, before Souske leaned close to my face and asked, "Sooo… you think I’m pretty? Like, in a romantic gay way, or like… a ‘oh my friend is so pretty I hope he gets a partner soon’ kinda gay?"
I shoved him back. "What do you think, you femboy?! Number one obviously. What kinda creep says number two, gross!"
He persisted and climbed on top of me. "So… me too…?"
Oh my god. He’s actually serious.
"You’re gay…" I whispered, tucking a rough strand of his hair behind his ear.
"Can I kiss you?" The words slipped out of my mouth before I processed them.
"Fuck yes."
Oh god, don’t make this weird. Don’t make this weird.
He leaned in slower than I expected, his warm breath on my lips, my breath hitched from the tingle.
His lips touched mine softly at first, barley more than just a brush—He opened his lips on mine, and I sat there for a moment unsure of what to do, then I opened my mouth and he moved his lips slightly.
He stayed there for a moment, just holding it, before pulling back.
His face was bright red. "I've never kissed anyone before..."
"M-me either, I'm pretty sure that was good though," I sighed. Souske was still sitting on top of me, but somehow it didn't feel awkward like It had been the last few weeks.
"I love you Souske," I said. "And I don't know if that's just the exhaustion adrenaline that's letting me say these things to you right now but I just needed to say it."
My heart was in my throat now, and I'm sure his was too.
"Kou..." He mumbled, fiddling with his hair.
"Yeah, Souske?" I asked.
"So... I might be gay...?" He offered a sheepish smile and rested his head onto my chest.
Don't cry Sousuke, everything will be fine.
I'll see you again someday, this was an amazing last moment...