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It takes nothing to see how much both Saparata and Fluixon hated each other in public. Whether it'd be at a debate club, council meetings, and even in class. They would compete against each other with almost everything, like grades, exam score points, maybe even debating over everything around them.
Most people can already tune them out, and no one really cares about the rivalry they have.
Or maybe even hatred. No one knows since there's always something between them that feels.. intimate. Even Snowbird would ask about it, but both Saparata and Fluixon deny it with disgust in their eyes.
And as much he wants both his close friend and brother to stop the fight, maybe them not being close with one another would be better.
He doesn't want to know what'll happen if they both are close to each other…
Today is another day of suffering for Saparata and Fluixon. They both bumped at each other at the hallways and Fluixon'scoffee drops down while Saparata's papers are soaking wet. They can only stare at the mess before Fluixon just walked away as if it wasn't his mess. Saparata just glared at his back before cleaning the mess and silently mourn the papers that were ruined.
When they're at class for a presentation, Saparata's laptop somehow malfunction and the projector didn't show up the slides he and his team made, but his team didn't get a deduction because the projector is indeed old and desperately needs to be fixed. And because of that error, Fluixon and his team can't do a presentation and they had to do it privately for the teacher, who was known to be strict and have 'no-error' policy.
And the at the debate club, while Saparata and Fluixon was in the heat of the debate of 'Sacrificial For The Lives of Thousands', somehow, someway – a ball breaks the window close to Saparata and almost fatal for him if not for one of the students to quickly pushed him away, while Fluixon almost got hit by the ball that is bouncing so hard towards every surfaces.
Safe to say, they both have a bad day together.
"I swear to Ish I'm gonna burn this uni down if not for the fact that this is one of the best uni in the world…"
Fluixon and Saparata are now walking together towards a bus stop. Fluixon because that's where he waits for his brother to pick him up, and Saparata because it's the way towards his house.
They both begrudgingly walk together towards the bus stop, standing at a relatively big distance between each other.
Fluixon opens his book and was about to review on an materials for today before seeing Saparata from the corner of his eyes a little teary while looking at his phone, either holding laugh about something or on the verge of crying. Knowing the ivory, it's definitely the latter.
Sighing internally, he shuts the book, slips it into his bag and looked at Saparata who was staring at him in shock and confusion.
"You're acting like a baby just because of one bad day. Sensitive…" seeing the twitch of the ivory man's eye and the grip of his phone, he may have ticked off Saparata more than usual.
Saparata, staring at Fluixon in both disgust and annoyance, only looked away from him, and that's when he sees bandages on his hand and plasters to his cheek.
Huh. Maybe today is a little worse for him.
"Acting silent won't do anything, you know," and that may have ticked Saparata more, with his phone shutting off and shoved into his pockets while looking at Fluixon, anger burning in his eyes.
"So what? I'm feeling down right now, so why don't you just shut up for a while? I'm trying to get peace right now without having to have my emotions skyrocketing because of the bullshits you utter," Fluixon raises a brow at the continuous rant that Saparata has for him.
Oh.. it seems that, what happened at uni worsen it up for Saparata…
"-and your coffee ruins my work that I was so happy to finish just last night! And you just had to leave like it was none of your business! How rude can you be, huh!? And at the debate club, you rolled your eyes at me and muttering of 'how dramatic' I am when people surrounding me! I heard that, asshole!"
Turns out, Saparata did get an injury because of the ball. Well, more like injuries, because of how many he gets today from the scratches of the window cracks and the ball hitting his arm, something he didn't see.
And to make the injuries worse, he post a tweet of how 'some people should've looked around and stop feeling as if everyone will flock around you.' He didn't even know the extent of the damage could be this bad.
But Saparata ranting does hurt his ears, and Fluixon is not him if he's not genuine with his apologies.
"-so it would be better if-" "Will you just shut up?"
..Oops. Seems like that makes it even worse. He can see the anger burning even brighter, and the hatred just grows.
He can sees that Saparata is about to open his mouth to yap all over his ear and his mind went fuck it.
Grabbing Saparata's chin, he drags him into a kiss, shutting the ivory man up.
Saparata was surprised yet also flustered by the kiss, hands instinctively went to his shoulders, hesitant on whether or not pushing him or pulling him closer.
Taking that as a hint to push further (what is going on with his mind?), Fluixon slowly pushes Saparata to the plastic walls of the bus stop, his free hand searching for his waist, pushing him harder to the plastic wall, pinning him. Despite the area being public, none of them seemed to mind. It's also pretty empty around them.
Saparata was conflicted, wanting to push away from Fluixon, but a small part of his mind says to pull him in, pull him closer.
The kiss slowly turning deeper, hungrier, and more passionate. They both now don't know whether this is about shutting Saparata up or because of a tension that builds up the past few months of hatred (?).. rivalry (?).
The tension that they both have for months were not just hatred for one another. Saparata can feel how the taller man would stare at him with an expression he does not dare to name (affections?), while Fluixon can hear how the ivory man would talk about him.
Ironically, half of it were not about insults, but.. something. Something he can't name, but he does know Saparata's face would sometimes rose in those lovely red he never thought would look nice at his face.
None of them knew what to do, but what they do know is that they don't want to move out from the kiss.
Fluixon moves his hand away from Saparata's chin to the back of his head, tilting his head to make the kiss deeper, and Saparata accepts the control that's slowly moving towards Fluixon. They both kiss like there's no tomorrow, kissing rough, but never too rough to make them both moving away from one another.
Without warning, Fluixon bites gently at the bottom of Saparata's lips, making the latter groan softly at the pain. The opening creates a space where both their tongues intertwined, body pressing against each other.
Saparata's arms slowly wrapped around Fluixon's neck, pulling him closer. Fluixon took that as a sign to wrap an arm around his waist, and the kiss just got heated up even more.
Eventually, they both separates, but Fluixon dives down to the crook of Saparata's neck, the latter only sighing as the taller makes himself comfortable resting his head on his shoulder. Saparata can't really push him away as there's a nagging part inside his heart to keep Fluixon close to him, close in his arms, and maybe close to his heart.
Fluixon breathes in the scent of flowers and rain that clings onto Saparata, absentmindedly thinks of how the scent suits him best. His arms both wrapped around Saparata gently, because he who is harsh with his words, can never even think of being harsh physically towards the ivory man. How he only realises this now can only think about the days where he would just wants to punch Saparata before his mind denies the action and he would only glare daggers towards the other, but never raises his hand to do harm.
But even so, the coolness that he surrounds himself right now doesn't feel so bad. Instead, they felt comforting. Is this what Snowbird and Seraphim would told him about being in the arms of Saparata? The same Saparata who would mock and insults him? The same Saparata who would be merciless in terms of fighting for himself and those he considers close?
They might be the same Saparata, it's just that he never has the right to feel it the same way as others did. But even so, he wouldn't even deny that he might even take the chance to be like this again.
Saparata had to tipped his neck up a little to have Fluixon resting his head on the crook of his neck, but he doesn’t find it in himself to care. Instead, one of his hand subconsciously moves towards Fluixon's hair and slowly plays with it.
His hair feels nice…
It is true that Fluixon take care of himself diligently. He would be wearing clothes that looks nice, wearing good perfumes, and would never looked too out of place because of how meticulous he is for himself. Saparata would sometimes wonder how the other have the time and the energy to do so, but he never thinks about it too deep, because he knows that Fluixon would just be busy arguing with him if he asked.
Speaking of arguing…
Fluixon usually just dismissed anyone who tries to argue with him, but Saparata? Silas Saparata Theria? Fluixon doesn't seem to hesitate to nitpick him on the spot, and he himself wouldn't hesitate to do the same.
But now, thinking of it, Fluixon almost always has his eyes on him. Be it debating, arguing about nonsense, and what else, he knows that he will always get the black haired man's attention. The sudden realisation makes his cheeks slowly heats up.
Who knew having someone's full attention towards him would feel this way…
"..Aculon..?" Fluixon sighed and looked up, staring at Saparata in exasperation.
"Just call me Fluixon.. or Flux at this point…"
Saparata nodded, looking to the side to avoid his gaze, "Then.. just call me Saps…"
The silence now feels awkward, but not too awkward, as there's some acceptance that they might not separate soon.
But Saps needs his answer.
"..what are we..? I'm sure that kiss just.. makes us realize something," Flux hummed, snorting at the word 'kiss' because they both know they just make out in public, but it seems that Saparata would like to not think of it, so he'll amuse him for now.
"Whatever, I guess.. I don't think this will change much."
Lies, but they both clung onto that familiarity. Onto that delusion where they wish for this, for them, to stay as how it is as before.
But they both knew that they will have to face it one day, so for now, they can think about the conversation that they dreaded (excited) for the new tomorrow.