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“Why is your hair so soft?”
Akito looked up from his homework for a moment. It was hard to focus anyway with his partner running his hands through his hair. “Don’t know, man.” Why Toya cared so much about this was a bit of a mystery to him, but it was cute, the way he loved to mess up Akito's hair. Even if that resulted in it looking like they’d just made out or something. “What, you jealous?”
Toya said nothing, only humming in response.
Akito sighed and went back to determining the relationship between the two functions in his word problem. It was really not that difficult when he crossed out all the irrelevant information about Tanaka-san’s dog that had been included in the paragraph. Of course math still made little sense, but Toya had spent a full two hours yesterday explaining it to him, and he could at least do the calculations now.
“What shampoo do you use?” Toya asked, still running his hands through Akito’s hair. “That might be why your hair's so nice…”
“I don’t know. My mom buys it.” Akito scribbled down the answer to the question. “ ‘sides, if you wanted soft hair, ya might need something else, y’know?”
He couldn’t see Toya’s expression, but then again it could be anything from the most adorable pout in the world to his usual unaffected neutral face. “I see. I don’t want to have soft fluffy hair, Akito. I want to know why yours is so soft.”
“How d’you want to figure that out?”
“By inspecting it,” Toya said.
“Damn you,” Akito muttered. “You just want to play with it.”
“I am inspecting,” he insisted.
Akito shook his head. He was sure Toya was pouting furiously by now. “Inspect, then.”
Toya did. Akito was sure he’d need to seriously comb his hair later, but for now he let it be. It wasn’t like Toya was causing him any problems (aside from the focus thing, but that was a common problem when Akito tried to study with Toya), and it was actually rather nice, the feeling of Toya’s hands running through his hair.
(Was this what it was to be loved?)
He sighed and put his now-completed worksheet away. So much for chemistry homework. Stage chemistry was easier to study anyway; Toya was easier to read than most books.
“You want to ‘inspect’ again when I get my hair cut?”
He turned around and looked at Toya, whose response to this was some very enthusiastic nodding.
“M’kay. Next week, Wednesday at 5:30. That work for you?”
“Yes. Where?”
“Oh. My mom cuts my hair, so I’ll see you here?”
“After practice.” Toya ran his hands through Akito’s bangs now.
“After practice.”
Toya moved his hands to the sides of Akito’s face and tucked his hair behind his ears. Then, as if in a trance, he moved closer, and brought his forehead to rest against Akito’s. He continued to pat down Akito’s hair, trying to fix the mess his inspection had created. His lips moving ever so closer to Akito’s as he worked.
Then, just as suddenly as he had begun, Toya pulled away. Without them ever having kissed. “I fixed your hair,” he said. “You shouldn’t have to comb it now.”
Oh, how sweet he was. Akito smiled at him, tried to hide his blush and his disappointment. Toya hadn’t meant to get so close to him, he’d just- wanted to help out. He wasn’t trying to kiss Akito or anything. “Thanks, partner, but you didn’t have to.”
“I did,” Toya said.
Akito wasn’t sure what he meant by that.
Aoyagi Toya was hopelessly in love with his singing partner. He’d been questioning the matter for quite a while, but he had recently considered all the evidence and his own feelings and concluded that he was, indeed, in love with Shinonome Akito. This didn’t bother him too much.
Especially because Akito was letting him mess with his freshly-cut hair. Toya was still unsure how on Earth he managed to keep it so fluffy, but he loved the texture of it and Akito seemed to be fine with this, so… Surely it was fine.
“You really like messing up my hair, huh?” Akito asked after Toya had been fiddling with it for about ten minutes. “You sure y’don’t want yours to be like this?”
“My hair is fine as is.” Toya sighed. This was objectively quite odd to do, but he didn’t mind too much. “I simply like the texture of yours.” (Akito’s hands were soft too. Was that just a quality he possessed?)
“ ‘s okay.”
Akito took out his phone and began doing research on American live houses. Toya continued to mess with his hair. It was calming, too, this sort of repetitive action. A wild idea occurred to him. What if he kissed Akito? It would be in line with his feelings for him and Toya did genuinely want to.
So he did.
And the instant he did, Akito spun around, dropped his phone, and responded by kissing him on the lips.
Quite a pleasant experience. Toya would love to do that again. And Akito let him.
“Hey, loser,” Ena called from the hall, opening the door, “it’s time for- Ohh my God.”
Akito pulled away. “You tell Akiyama about this and I swear I’ll-“
She flipped him off. “Thanks, Toya-kun. You have no idea how long Akito’s been pining after-“
“Shut up,” Akito said, face bright red. “Don’t they teach you to knock at night school?”
“I did knock. You were distracted.” She frowned. “Anyway, last one downstairs gets no cheesecake.”
Toya waited for Akito to start sprinting after Ena left. Instead he rolled his eyes and slowly got up, pulling Toya after him. “You okay?”
All he could do was nod. This was more than okay, even if Ena had interrupted them.
They went to dinner together, and Toya had never seen Akito and Ena so annoyed at each other in his entire life.
Ah. Well, everything would turn out well in the end.