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It had been a while since they'd spent a night together. The city had entered the rainy season, and October was drawing ever closer. It had been four months since they started dating, and although Endo didn't think it was important to celebrate the anniversary, he still found constant excuses to be with his boyfriend.
If only the world would make things easier for him.
The thing was, he wanted to spend time with Hajime, but with the constant rain and limited time, their only option was Yamato's room, which wasn't a problem for either of them. But everything got complicated when Yamato's parents—who had recently found out about their son's relationship—began to be a stumbling block for the young couple's enjoyment. When they were in their room, they could hear if there was an adult nearby, whether from the television or footsteps. They had also started enforcing new rules in the dorm: "No locked doors," and the other, more of an unspoken rule, "No leaving teenagers alone." Indeed, they were losing all their chances, and if they wanted to be alone, too many variables had to align.
Hajime could only laugh at the situation.
"It won't be so funny when they actually want to talk."
"Huh? I thought they'd already given their opinion." The only thing they told him was about the rules involved in having his boyfriend in the house.
"Why do you think she invited you to dinner the last two times? I've been telling them not to, but they insist," Yamato complained.
Fortunately for them, or at least that's how Endo put it, the orphanage staff required Umemiya to be there before a certain time, which prevented him from having dinner with the Endos.
The notebooks had been put aside the moment his mother had retired to her desk upstairs. Yamato had peeked in and saw that they were still keeping the door to that room open. Back in the room, he cracked the door open, clinging to a false sense of privacy, and threw himself into Hajime's lap.
"We have at least 15 minutes. Want to make the most of them?"
The white-haired man loved pretending to be calm about the new restrictions, but it was in moments when they could reconnect that everything was revealed. The way he pushed Yamato to the floor, the force he applied with his hands as he traced the contours of his body, and how he held his breath so their lips could touch a little longer. It was pure, pent-up desire, very well disguised.
Endo wasn't far behind, searching for skin beneath the clothes and squeezing that albino hair until he was exhausted. Or at least that's what he did until…
"Doors open!" A voice echoed alongside noisy footsteps in the hallway.
"I HATE YOU!" Yamato shouted shamelessly, eliciting a laugh from Hajime, but behind that laugh, it was clear he needed to breathe.
2.
Estaban en pleno proceso de encontrar «su nuevo lugar». Ambos eran inteligentes y sabían qué limitaciones estaban dispuestos a aceptar: que no fuera un lugar público ni algo que les costara dinero. La escuela debía ser un lugar donde mantuvieran al menos cinco metros de distancia entre sí. La connotación de «debía» era significativa.
¿Y si viene alguien?
—Tranquilo, todos están en clase y ninguna enfermera de Furin se queda aquí más de un mes. Si es rápido, no hay problema. —En otro momento, Endo se habría sentido avergonzado por su insistencia, pero sentía que tenía todo el derecho a estarlo.
Hajime intentó rápidamente calmarlo dándole lo que quería y sujetándole las muñecas para que no fueran su pelo blanco.
La infraestructura de la enfermería estaba en pleno funcionamiento, incluso al comienzo del nuevo semestre. Consistía en dos camas rodeadas de cortinas y la otra mitad sobre un escritorio y muebles vacíos, que originalmente tenían vendas y desinfectantes en sus puertas.
Acabaron allí porque Endo había enviado un mensaje, y Umemiya probablemente estaba preocupado de que algo hubiera pasado, pero Yamato lo jaló hacia una de las camas y cerró las cortinas. Llevaban así más de diez minutos.
En algún momento, Endo y Yamato comenzaron a sentir presión en la ingle por haber abierto las piernas y por la comodidad de su novio entre ellos; era el peso del otro cuerpo sobre el suyo lo que lo hacía todo tan excitante. No era como otras veces, cuando Hajime era tierno y atento con todo el cuerpo de Yamato. Antes de bajar al cuello de Endo, se aseguró de acariciarlo. Estaban en la escuela, y los cuellos de las camisas estaban prohibidos. Desafortunadamente, las camisetas blancas no eran prendas que se pudieran abrir; ambas estaban restringidas. Y la frustración iba en aumento.
Sus chaquetas debían de estar arrugadas como nunca, pero lo bueno era que sonó el timbre y no tuvieron que volver a clase hechos un desastre. Aunque eso sí trajo complicaciones que Endo había olvidado.
—Umemiya, ¿estás bien? —preguntó una voz grave desde el otro lado de la puerta.
Yamato miró a Hajime, sin reconocer la voz.
—Sí, tenía dolor de cabeza y ahora me estoy curando una herida en la cadera. —Por suerte, respondió rápido y oyeron que la puerta seguía cerrada—. Gracias por preocuparte, Tsubakino. Enseguida te alcanzo.
"Entonces te esperaremos aquí afuera."
Un poco molesto por la insistencia de la persona y la interrupción, Yamato se estiró en la cama, con las manos libres. Cualquier movimiento podría hacer suficiente ruido como para alertar a quien estuviera al otro lado de la puerta. Hajime se giró para mirarlo; sus ojos ya no estaban nublados por el placer, pero probablemente notó la firmeza de la entrepierna de Yamato.
Ninguno de los dos habló cuando el chico de pelo blanco se levantó. Endo, a pesar de su silencio, no iba a dejar pasar la situación sin expresarse, y lo hizo con un puchero. Hajime no hizo más que sonreír e inclinarse para besarlo, pero, en un pequeño arrebato de enfado, Endo le tapó la boca con la palma de la mano. Sus bocas ya estaban bastante dañadas.
Sin molestarse en intentarlo de nuevo, Umemiya señaló la ventana de la enfermería. Prefería esconderse debajo de algo, pero alguien podría verlo salir al mismo tiempo que él.
—Odio cuando usas la cabeza —le susurró Yamato. Debió de ser tan bajo que Hajime tardó un rato en comprender lo que realmente quería decir.
—Yo también te amo —respondió, moviendo únicamente sus labios.
Endo supo al instante que sus mejillas ardían a niveles explosivos y que tendría que ir al baño antes de regresar con su grupo.
- Advertencia : sexo oral, puede que tenga que desplazarse hacia abajo hasta una línea divisoria al final de la publicación.
"No creo que este lugar sea más seguro que la enfermería", dijo Endo al entrar en la antigua sala del club.
—Tranquilo, he pasado tardes enteras aquí y no se ve ni una mosca. —Umemiya lo guio por el aula vacía; ahora le tocaba a él encontrar un buen sitio.
—¿Eh? ¿Qué haces aquí sola? —preguntó con curiosidad.
—Pensando —respondió con un tono que sugería que no se daba cuenta de por qué era tan extraño—. No te preocupes.
Cuando sus labios se unieron, no hubo tiempo para distracciones. Endo se convenció de que, dado que las clases habían terminado hacía rato, las probabilidades eran mínimas. Permanecieron así un rato hasta que la tensión abandonó su cuerpo. Endo se sintió lo suficientemente tranquilo como para arrodillarse ante Hajime y poner las manos sobre sus pantalones. Sabía que no era el lugar adecuado, pero también sabía que Umemiya lo detendría si no quería.
Pero, contrariamente a lo que podría pensar, el chico de cabello blanco mantuvo los labios apretados, intentando acallar cualquier sonido. Le resultaba sumamente excitante sentir cómo el miembro de su novio se endurecía por completo en su boca, mientras Hajime se aferraba a un banco con una mano y enredaba la otra en el cabello de Yamato. Tenía que ir despacio para no hacer demasiado ruido; la punta era relativamente fácil de estimular. Podía oír los intentos de Hajime por contenerse, y saber lo que le estaba haciendo no le ayudaba en absoluto a sentirse humilde. Empezó a entrar y salir suavemente, tanteando cuánto podía tragar. No se sentía abrumado, ni tenía que preocuparse por cubrirse los dientes con los labios, entregándose por completo a la sensación.
Hajime gimió incontrolablemente cuando Endo lo penetró por completo y reanudó sus movimientos habituales, agradecido de no tener reflejo nauseoso. Podía sentir la excitación recorrer todo su cuerpo y, desabrochándose los pantalones, buscó satisfacerse también, lo que le provocaba gemir con cada roce, enviando vibraciones al pene de Hajime.
Hajime, in turn, emitted groans that were nothing more than disguised moans. Ready to push them both to the limit, he began to pick up the pace. Umemiya covered his mouth, trying to hold back as much as possible. Yamato was completely mesmerized, watching the way his boyfriend's head fell back.
"No, there's nothing here." A voice outside the room spoke.
They both froze.
"I told you, these old clubs are dead."
"It never hurts to dream, isn't that what he always says?"
"He says a lot of things." The footsteps were unidentifiable; Yamato didn't know if they were far or near. Panic gripped him because those people could open the door and find them; they wouldn't even have to look. They were literally right in front of the door.
In the midst of this overwhelming anxiety, a piece of black cloth fell over his head. That finally got him out of any trouble, so he wouldn't be seen. He composed himself, and they both waited in silence for whoever was outside to move away.
The footsteps in the hallway indicated they were gone. Yamato's first move was to back away, lean against the nearest wall, and fall to the floor with the dramatic flair of a typical teenager. Hajime seemed to take a while to regain control of his legs before finally sitting down next to his boyfriend.
“Nobody comes around here…” Yamato said, mimicking his boyfriend, “You big idiot, I’m going to kill you.”
Hajime kept his face in his hands, and it was clear his face was getting redder and redder. Yamato felt happy about his momentary misery, but started shaking him when too much time had passed.
“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”
“It’s just…it felt so good.” Now he was looking at the ceiling, cursing some higher power, while Endo couldn’t help but blush and tried to bury his face in Hajime’s shoulder.
Yamato prayed to some higher power that his parents would leave the house as soon as possible.
Managing the frustration of not being able to enjoy a moment together was getting to Hajime. He considered possibilities and even started saving the money the village elders gave him for helping them, hoping to pay for one of those hotel rooms. In theory, they shouldn't be able to do that because of their age, but Umemiya was willing to go that far.
"Are you okay, Ume?" He was spending the afternoon with his friends; Yamato was probably somewhere with Takiishi.
Umemiya trusted his friends completely, so he wasn't afraid to speak up.
"Their parents finally found out, and they don't leave us alone for as long anymore." He knew his complaint was rather childish, but with them, he could get away with it. "We've been trying to be alone all week, but they always interrupt us."
He looked ahead, frowning. His friends would think he was just angry, but he was actually looking resentfully at the two people in front of him, Momose and Mizuki, who had interrupted the pleasant moment he was experiencing with Yamato the day before.
He felt a pat on his shoulder.
"Oh yeah, that sounds awful," Hiragi chimed in.
"Did you go through this too, Hiragi? Help me."
“No, we managed to keep it a secret. But my relationship, if you could even call it that, lasted almost two months. Yours has lasted longer than that, hasn't it?”
He answered with a soft, somewhat disheartened “yes.”
“But why do you want to be alone with him or her?” Mizuki asked, genuinely curious.
Everyone, except Momose, who was drawing, turned to look at him, unsure if it was their turn to answer. Umemiya contented himself with putting his hands back to his face and groaning in frustration.
He was tempted to take them back to that desolate clubroom; it had worked before. Maybe locking the door would be enough.
"It isn't," his boyfriend told him.
"So...where do we go?"
"I don't know," he replied.
Despite not knowing, they walked somewhere away from the school and Makochi. They walked for quite a while until they reached a street lined with buildings in the area where Yamato lived.
"I guess we can do something other than being locked in a room," he suggested aloud, seeing the other boy admiring the place.
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense."
Hajime was glad they could find another solution. Besides, in larger places where it was clear everyone was minding their own business, he felt much safer than walking hand in hand.
Before going inside, they took a shortcut to Yamato's house, which wasn't far away.
“Welcome, Umemiya-kun. I didn't know you were coming. Did you prepare anything for us?” Mrs. Endo asked as they entered.
“How are you, Endo-san? There's no need.”
“We came to drop off our things and we're going out again,” his boyfriend told him.
“Okay.”
They went quickly to Yamato’s room. Hajime placed his bag on a chair and turned around, hoping that was all. Instead, he found Yamato taking off his clothes.
“Huh?!” he exclaimed, confused.
“I just wanted to take off my uniform. Do you want me to lend you some clothes?” Although at first he didn't think it was necessary, he then realized that his boyfriend seemed to be getting some nice clothes to wear and thought that the uniform would make him look too out of place.
“Okay.” There wasn't really a problem since they were both the same height, so the pants and coat that Yamato gave him fit perfectly. Pleased with the change, they finally went to the mall, where Yamato bought him some flavored bread and Hajime paid for the drinks.
“Does your group ever say anything about you having a partner?” Hajime asked, trying to change the subject.
“It depends on who we're talking to. Hashirao thinks it's a lie, Banjo doesn't seem to care, Shakushi and Terumi just laugh and make silly jokes… Oh, the only one who believes it is Sugichi, but I think he thinks you're a girl.”
They both laughed; the secret was quite funny in some ways.
“My friends are always trying to get me to use pronouns. I'm as neutral as I can be, but it's possible I've referred to you as a woman before.”
“Okay.” Despite sitting across from each other on a bench, maintaining a certain distance, Yamato seemed as comfortable as if they were in the privacy of his room. “Hey, have you ever thought that we don't have a day to say we started dating?”
It was an unusual question, but Hajime explained why it didn't seem particularly relevant at the moment, and his boyfriend seemed reassured by his answer.
"Let's look around some shops." Endo led him through different types of stores, talking as they went. Hajime let him; he could tell how much they both needed a relaxing day like this, where they didn't have to be constantly looking around. Without their uniforms on, they could blend in even more, and he couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he was wearing Yamato's clothes. He was sure that if he put his nose to the hoodie, he would smell just like him.
At some point, they were walking through the aisles of a store that sold everything from scented candles to toys—a little bit of everything. Hajime stopped for a few minutes in the plushie section, wondering if someone's birthday at the orphanage was coming up. It would be convenient if he had something planned.
"What are you looking at?" His boyfriend came out of the other aisle and stood next to him, casually wrapping his arms around his neck. “My brothers, stuffed animals are always a safe bet for birthdays.”
“Even for your sister?” he guessed, referring to Kotoha, the only specific sister Umemiya had mentioned.
“No, she’s more practical and prefers useful things. This April, I gave her a notebook for her recipe book,” he mused aloud. “Although, if I were to give a toy, I’d have to think carefully about the person.”
“Like what?”
“Well, for example, giving a stuffed animal that the person sees as a part of them, does that make sense?” Yamato understood his point and asked,
“What animal do you think I am?”
He took the question as a scenario; the thing is, he knew two very different sides of Yamato: the venomous high school student who started fights and the rather tender and affectionate side.
“I’ve always seen myself as a snake,” he said before Hajime could answer. It was an animal that seemed to fit the bill at first glance, but it didn't convince Hajime; he'd think of something better.
"I'm sure there must be some really cute snakes." Unsure, he searched the shelves for a plush toy that matched the animal.
His boyfriend blushed at the hidden compliment and, embarrassed, pulled his hood up over his face to hide. They both laughed and continued down the enormous aisle.
"What exactly are we looking for?"
Hearing that voice, Yamato's eyes widened. He quickly pulled Hajime's hood up as well and led them to the end of the aisle where there was another aisle. He stood on the side where his face wouldn't be seen and let Umemiya see the silhouettes of two familiar faces, and then two more.
"Just a toy for my little sister."
"Should I buy one for my girlfriend?"
"Don't look at them." Yamato whispered in a tone that betrayed his nervousness, probably the reason he'd kissed him so suddenly.
As silly as it seemed, it worked perfectly. He heard some distant moans, but he didn't care; he felt like he was in heaven every time his boyfriend kissed him.
"Oh, look, a panther," Banjo's unmistakable voice led those with him to the opposite side of the hallway, giving them an advantage to leave unseen.
They didn't stop as soon as they left the restaurant; Yamato kept walking, pulling on his arm, but he didn't speak, and that was usually a sign of concern for Hajime.
They stopped near where he'd eaten an hour ago. He looked for the other's face and found a smile there; he felt one of his own form. The aquamarine eyes seemed to sparkle, and at that moment, the first laugh was heard. Any tension that might have been there vanished. They were back in their own little world, ignoring and being ignored, hidden in plain sight.
Hands cupped his face again, drawing him in for another kiss that only brought more smiles and a soft, whispered "I love you."
5.
The chances of being interrupted could be reduced to incalculable minimums, but they were never zero. After their "date," they spent several days focused on other things. Hajime, for his part, was gaining more and more allies, and there were those who questioned their proposal, so they had to start planning the system they would implement. If they managed to survive that year, it would be easier for the incoming first-year students, who would find themselves in a school already accustomed to the system.
There were also those who were completely opposed, those who fought for their own cliques. Everyone provoked fights, and Umemiya made sure to win them, sometimes by force, sometimes by talking, and sometimes both at once. But every man has his limit, and three fights a day was Hajime's.
"I'm so tired," he complained aloud as he walked home with Yamato, as they did every Friday.
"Did you bandage all your wounds?"
"I think so."
"We'll check when we get there."
"I think so." Once inside the house, instead of going to his room, they went to the table in front of the armchairs. The plan was to do homework and relax together; maybe Mrs. Endo would leave the house for a few minutes and have time for other things, but with him so tired, they didn't get very far. Sitting down was a relief, and he remained still as Yamato began touching his bandages, looking for any uncovered wounds.
"I'll get you some ice for his arm, but the rest looks fine," Endo said before standing up. He carefully observed his surroundings. The Endo house wasn't any more peculiar than his friends' other houses; it reminded him a little of his childhood home—they were in the same style. The walls were decorated, but there were no photos. He could see a framed picture in the distance, but he didn't know what it contained. Yamato's trophies and awards were in that room on the first floor, and in his room, not in the living room.
"Here you go."
"Thank you." Hajime accepted the ice; if he didn't put something cold on the bruise on his arm, he probably wouldn't be able to move it the next day.
Even as they sat down with their notebooks, Umemiya noticed Yamato's face tilting upwards every now and then. Hajime, for his part, tried not to show how much pain he was in or how heavy his eyes were starting to feel.
"You're falling asleep," Endo said, apparently not hiding it very well. "Come here."
At such a permissive invitation, Hajime couldn't resist. He crawled onto his boyfriend's lap and rested his head there, one hand stroking his hair.
He didn't sleep; rather, he drifted between sleep and reality, so he could hear that soft humming that Endo sometimes did. He always wondered if it was a particular song or just a melody he hummed to his own rhythm.
Hajime allowed himself to dream of a future where Endo would accompany him to the summit of Furin, perhaps not as a celestial king, but as an advisor or counselor. He was very intelligent, and if he preferred not to act in the name of Umemiya's ideals, he could at least be there for him. Umemiya felt it wasn't too much to ask, that he could even make room for his group if he asked.
He buried his head in the other's stomach, thinking that sleep was underrated, especially when he was alone. He slept a thousand times better when he shared it with Yamato. Sharing it with Endo was one of the best feelings ever.
"What's wrong?" the dark-haired man asked.
"Huh?"
"You're looking at me. What are you thinking about?"
"Don't ask where this came from, but can I tell you something?" He had started to get up slowly but wasn't sitting down yet.
"Sure," Yamato said, bringing their faces closer and giving him a chaste kiss.
“I was supposed to have a brother, or a sister, before my parents died. He or she didn't make it…but when I moved to the orphanage, I found out I was the oldest among them all, and some insisted on calling me their older brother. I promised to be the one to take care of them, but no one knows the real reason for that…I mean, I never told anyone about that baby. Probably the people at the orphanage know, but no one else…and now you.”
Hajime was surprised that his voice didn't break when he spoke. They had never cried in front of each other, but he wasn't afraid to either.
“Thank you for trusting me. I'd love to say so much more, but my mind is blank.” He laughed sheepishly after that answer.
Appreciating the blushes on his face was probably another of his favorite activities. It made his desire to kiss him grow, and since nothing was stopping him, he prepared to do so.
It was at that moment that the door opened.
Yamato looked at the ceiling, and Hajime rested his forehead on his shoulder.
“I hate them” he heard his boyfriend whisper. Internally, he agreed, and that was the only reason the interruption hadn't amused him so much this time.
“Oh, Umemiya-kun is here, dear,” Endo's mother announced.
“Good afternoon. How are you, Endo-san?” Hajime greeted him politely.
“We're doing well. Please continue with your homework.” Yamato's father walked past his wife and greeted them as well.
It wouldn't have looked good for them to get up and go to the other room, so they stayed and did their homework with one of their usual videos playing in the background.
It was half an hour later that both adults reappeared in the living room.
"Umemiya-kun, would you like to stay for dinner?" Before giving the same answer as the last few times, he paused to really think about it.
"It would be a pleasure, if I can convince Shitara." The woman smiled contentedly, having managed to change her attitude compared to other days.
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Hajime managed to convince his caretaker, even though it meant spending the night there. It was a more positive outcome than he'd initially thought. Yamato's parents didn't seem to mind, probably because they were sensible people who knew the areas Hajime crossed to get home. His boyfriend also seemed surprised by the result. For his first meal with them, he felt he'd learned more about them than from the little he'd managed to observe. He discovered that although Mrs. Endo didn't seem to have any issues with Furin at first glance, she later emphasized that Yamato hadn't attended a school that presented a challenge, academically speaking, since elementary school. His father, on the other hand, seemed more interested in his son's future, even though he was only in his first year of higher education.
Estuvo muy atento a las reacciones de Yamato, buscando cualquier comentario o gesto que le desagradara. Sin embargo, descubrió que sus únicas reacciones se producían cuando sus miradas se cruzaban. Era evidente que deseaba que la cena terminara cuanto antes.
"Prepararé la habitación de invitados", anunció el padre de Endo.
Por su tono, era evidente que discutir no serviría de nada, así que Yamato simplemente lo llevó a su habitación para pasar el rato. Era fin de semana, así que no necesariamente se acostarían temprano, pero aún estaban sujetos a la política de puertas abiertas.
A Hajime personalmente le parecía extraña esa regla, incluso en el orfanato, y entendía por qué le molestaba tanto a Yamato.
No estuvieron completamente solos hasta la hora de dormir. Al principio, se sintió extraño, ya que estaba solo en una habitación, pero no pasó mucho tiempo antes de que Yamato abriera la puerta y entrara.
—No deberías estar aquí —susurró.
«Saben que voy a venir mañana por la mañana». A su novio no pareció importarle desafiar la autoridad de sus padres. «Hazme un hueco».
"Buscarse."
"¿Podrías hacerme un poco de espacio, por favor?"
Al instante levantó la manta y, sin mucha ceremonia, Yamato se deslizó debajo y la rodeó con las piernas para mantenerse cerca.
"Podríamos enfermarnos si no nos cubrimos."
"Entonces, no me sueltes." Intentaron contener la risa lo mejor posible.
Endo terminó tumbado boca arriba y Umemiya parcialmente encima, compartiendo la gran almohada. La manta los cubrió a ambos, aunque no era estrictamente necesario, ya que el calor de sus cuerpos cubrió perfectamente.
Sintió cómo Yamato le pasaba los dedos por el pelo.
"Ey."
"Dime."
"Mencionaste tu..." anteriormente.
"Sí..."
—¿Por qué crees que nunca se lo has contado a nadie? —Si no hubieran sido los únicos en la habitación, Hajime podría haber pensado que estaba hablando con otra persona; sonaba distante.
“Al principio, nadie lo mencionaba, así que podía ignorarlo, pero cuando decidí ser como un hermano mayor para todos en el orfanato, supe… que ya no podía evitar el tema. Pero eso es diferente a simplemente decirlo, ¿sabes?”
—Hajime… estás llorando. —Tras esas palabras, sintió una gota húmeda resbalar por su nariz, y un segundo después, la mano de Yamato ya la estaba secando.
—Lo siento. —Sorprendentemente, su voz sonó firme y no quebrada.
Un brazo rodeó sus hombros y lo atrajo hacia sí, acurrucándolo contra el pecho de su novio. Tardó unos minutos en recomponerse.
—Te preguntaba eso porque, antes de conocerte, jamás habría pensado que podría contarle a nadie todo esto que te cuento a ti, desde lo más sencillo hasta lo más complicado —dijo, alzando la vista para observarlo—. Es curioso, si lo piensas, todo lo que callamos, todo lo que queda sin ser escuchado.
Por un segundo, Hajime pensó que estaba hablando de cierto amigo rubio suyo, pero desechó el pensamiento al instante para no interrumpir el momento.
"Puedes contarme lo que quieras. Quiero entender a todo el mundo, incluyéndote a ti."
"Eso suena... difícil."
"Aun así, lo intentaré."
—Eres todo un idealista, ¿lo sabes, verdad? —dijo Yamato riendo.
—Creo que lo he oído. —Completamente inmerso en el cálido abrazo, se inclinó para besarlo.
Cada beso, en una parte diferente del rostro del chico de pelo oscuro, le arrancó una suave risita.
En un momento dado, ambos comenzaron a cerrar los ojos. Yamato aprovechó para usar a Umemiya como almohada y sujetarle las manos para que durmieran juntos. Hajime hizo lo mismo, abrazando la espalda de su novio con fuerza, como si intentara atraer un tesoro. Sin pensar en si los regañarían al día siguiente, se durmieron completamente abrazados.