Haruki

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki.. liked him? Like, like-liked him?! He had a chance?!

He couldn't be too excited, this was obviously hard on Haruki.. and he wasn't the type to show his excitement outwards. He leans in carefully and wipes the tears away gently with a small hum.

..Stop crying, idiot.. He mumbles softly. Do you.. remember when I asked you how you found out you were bi? That- Fumiya huffs. I wanted to see if I had a chance. And I was also confused because you were making me confused. I hadn't felt so comfortable yet anxious around someone else before, and then you came in with your stupid pretty boy face and sweet personality.

Shoot, now he was feeling a certain pressure in his chest. After that talk we had, I.. wanted to be with you, too. But I'm also.. admittedly, worried. About a lot of things.

I remember, yea. He murmurs, his fists loosening in his lap. I just. . . I guess I wasn't expecting that. My crush on you was still pretty strong then, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Especially with how vulnerable you were being.

He flushes at the pretty boy and sweet personality comments, his brain still trying to process everything. Especially those last few sentences. Those he didn't quite understand.

Fumiya nods, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and toying with his lip ring when he wasn't talking. Y-Yes, obviously.. but, um.. I know you said you accept.. um, I forgot the name but- you know what I'm talking about. And it's not something I really hide, either. But I'm trans, Haruki. And I'm scared that it's going to change your view on me. Wouldn't it be weird, walking down the street and holding hands with someone like me?

He tucks the uneven strand of hair behind his ear, looking down at his hands. He'd literally been shirtless around him before, but yet, he was still so nervous, he felt like he was about to vomit.

He listens as Fumiya explains his other worries, Haruki's brow furrowing. He had a hunch about that, especially with the tape he saw on the beach that day. But, he didn't care about that. Slowly, as if not to startle him, he reaches one of his hands over, resting it on one of Fumiya's.

Now, Fumiya wasn't much of a crier, but he could feel at least something coming up. He leaned in and let go of Haruki's hand, hugging him tightly and hiding his head in his neck. It was a little odd to feel so comfortable like this, but he wasn't complaining. ..Thank you, Haruki. I really, really like you. And, yeah.. we do deserve it.

His heart was nearly about to leap out of his chest. He had gotten the scariest parts out of the way, but it was really only just hitting him. Regardless, he still wanted to engage. Wh-Whatever, just get it over with.

Fumiya leans in a little, letting Haruki lead him if he wanted to. He'd never done anything like this before, so he really just had to guess..

He nods when Fumiya agrees to the kiss, even if it was in his usual snippy way. With a little nervous hum, he meets him halfway, his lips meeting his. He was kissing him. Haruki was kissing Fumiya.

Once they pull away, Fumiya chuckles at the look on his face. You're so smitten it makes you look dumb. He teases with a small smile, pinching his cheek. Despite his avoidance of touch with most people, he almost wanted to be touched by Haruki. Especially his face. He was still thinking about him moving his head up to look at him. You discover something new about yourself everyday, he supposed.. This doesn't mean I'll go any easier on you during games, by the way.

He flushes harder as he's kissed again, and again, and again.. part of him was overwhelmed, but the other wanted to stay. Sh-Shut up.. you're so.. Fumiya grumbles, not wanting to be too harsh, especially while Haruki was being so nice. He tucked some of Haruki's hair behind his ear instead before perking up.

We could play in a Minecraft world together, if you'd like. I can find a way to set it up, maybe.

Wow, so romantic, Fumiya.. definitely the right time..

He flushes when the stray strand of his hair was tucked behind his ear, his smile widening slightly. At the suggestion of playing Minecraft, he nods, face quite happy.

He huffs a bit as Haruki apologizes, flicking him under the nose. Shut up, it's okay. You're not burdening me just by not knowing how to play. And we don't have to play immediately anyway, I still need to set things up and whatnot. Maybe I just.. Fumiya glances away nervously. Maybe I just want to hang out a little more.

He faintly winces when Fumiya flicks him, a slight pout on his face. Alright, alright. I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Fumi. When he mentions not playing immediately and wanting to hang out more, Haruki nods, the pout being replaced with his usual smile. That sounds quite alright with me! Here, one second. . .

Good. He says almost proudly, but that quickly dissolves once Haruki wraps his arms around him. He goes stiff, not entirely sure where to put his hands. Why did this feel so complicated..?

Regardless, Fumiya simply leans into Haruki, still fidgeting with that stupid controller. Is this okay?

He gently squeezes Fumiya, cuddling up to him like a koala would a tree trunk. He occasionally hums happily, that small, smitten smile on his face. Everything was finally processing for him, and he was so happy that his confession went well, and that he could make Fumiya happy in that moment.

He decided to boot up some random single player game, letting Haruki watch as he messed around in it. It was mainly to keep him slightly stimulated while they just sat there - not like Haruki was boring, but sometimes he could just get antsy.

Oof- Fumiya hums as he's squished, not trying to escape or anything. You're such a goober. But I guess I kinda like that about you..

He watches as Fumiya messes around with the single player game, one of his hands occasionally gently rubbing Fumiya's side. He doesn't comment on anything, just watching with interest. Even if he didn't understand what was happening in the game at all. . .

Even with his doubts, he still trusted Haruki and let him touch and rub wherever. He even leaned back a bit, enjoying the contact. No, no, I understand. A lot of people just see me as mean and weird, but you were gentle with me anyway. Which, quite frankly, I still don't get, but I appreciate you staying with me. And, if this is anything.. I like all sides of you, Haruki.

When he leans back and speaks again, though, Haruki felt himself freeze, face going briefly blank and cheeks flushing a dark red. However, a dopey smile stretches onto his face again, along with another kiss being placed onto Fumiya's cheek.

He perks up slightly at the last couple of sentences. Eh? It's because he's part of you, dummy. Plus, maybe I like some of your professional qualities. If that makes sense. Whatever. Regardless, I just.. I don't know. I like you. Even if that's sappy to say..

Fumiya flushes too, humming as he was kissed and trying not to seem interested, but he was freaking out on the inside. I.. appreciate it, dummy. Really.

Go to sleep, I don't mind. Don't want you to be dead on your feet..

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki.. liked him? Like, like-liked him?! He had a chance?!

He couldn't be too excited, this was obviously hard on Haruki.. and he wasn't the type to show his excitement outwards. He leans in carefully and wipes the tears away gently with a small hum.

..Stop crying, idiot.. He mumbles softly. Do you.. remember when I asked you how you found out you were bi? That- Fumiya huffs. I wanted to see if I had a chance. And I was also confused because you were making me confused. I hadn't felt so comfortable yet anxious around someone else before, and then you came in with your stupid pretty boy face and sweet personality.

Shoot, now he was feeling a certain pressure in his chest. After that talk we had, I.. wanted to be with you, too. But I'm also.. admittedly, worried. About a lot of things.

I remember, yea. He murmurs, his fists loosening in his lap. I just. . . I guess I wasn't expecting that. My crush on you was still pretty strong then, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Especially with how vulnerable you were being.

He flushes at the pretty boy and sweet personality comments, his brain still trying to process everything. Especially those last few sentences. Those he didn't quite understand.

Fumiya nods, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and toying with his lip ring when he wasn't talking. Y-Yes, obviously.. but, um.. I know you said you accept.. um, I forgot the name but- you know what I'm talking about. And it's not something I really hide, either. But I'm trans, Haruki. And I'm scared that it's going to change your view on me. Wouldn't it be weird, walking down the street and holding hands with someone like me?

He tucks the uneven strand of hair behind his ear, looking down at his hands. He'd literally been shirtless around him before, but yet, he was still so nervous, he felt like he was about to vomit.

He listens as Fumiya explains his other worries, Haruki's brow furrowing. He had a hunch about that, especially with the tape he saw on the beach that day. But, he didn't care about that. Slowly, as if not to startle him, he reaches one of his hands over, resting it on one of Fumiya's.

Now, Fumiya wasn't much of a crier, but he could feel at least something coming up. He leaned in and let go of Haruki's hand, hugging him tightly and hiding his head in his neck. It was a little odd to feel so comfortable like this, but he wasn't complaining. ..Thank you, Haruki. I really, really like you. And, yeah.. we do deserve it.

His heart was nearly about to leap out of his chest. He had gotten the scariest parts out of the way, but it was really only just hitting him. Regardless, he still wanted to engage. Wh-Whatever, just get it over with.

Fumiya leans in a little, letting Haruki lead him if he wanted to. He'd never done anything like this before, so he really just had to guess..

He nods when Fumiya agrees to the kiss, even if it was in his usual snippy way. With a little nervous hum, he meets him halfway, his lips meeting his. He was kissing him. Haruki was kissing Fumiya.

Once they pull away, Fumiya chuckles at the look on his face. You're so smitten it makes you look dumb. He teases with a small smile, pinching his cheek. Despite his avoidance of touch with most people, he almost wanted to be touched by Haruki. Especially his face. He was still thinking about him moving his head up to look at him. You discover something new about yourself everyday, he supposed.. This doesn't mean I'll go any easier on you during games, by the way.

He flushes harder as he's kissed again, and again, and again.. part of him was overwhelmed, but the other wanted to stay. Sh-Shut up.. you're so.. Fumiya grumbles, not wanting to be too harsh, especially while Haruki was being so nice. He tucked some of Haruki's hair behind his ear instead before perking up.

We could play in a Minecraft world together, if you'd like. I can find a way to set it up, maybe.

Wow, so romantic, Fumiya.. definitely the right time..

He flushes when the stray strand of his hair was tucked behind his ear, his smile widening slightly. At the suggestion of playing Minecraft, he nods, face quite happy.

He huffs a bit as Haruki apologizes, flicking him under the nose. Shut up, it's okay. You're not burdening me just by not knowing how to play. And we don't have to play immediately anyway, I still need to set things up and whatnot. Maybe I just.. Fumiya glances away nervously. Maybe I just want to hang out a little more.

He faintly winces when Fumiya flicks him, a slight pout on his face. Alright, alright. I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Fumi. When he mentions not playing immediately and wanting to hang out more, Haruki nods, the pout being replaced with his usual smile. That sounds quite alright with me! Here, one second. . .

Good. He says almost proudly, but that quickly dissolves once Haruki wraps his arms around him. He goes stiff, not entirely sure where to put his hands. Why did this feel so complicated..?

Regardless, Fumiya simply leans into Haruki, still fidgeting with that stupid controller. Is this okay?

He gently squeezes Fumiya, cuddling up to him like a koala would a tree trunk. He occasionally hums happily, that small, smitten smile on his face. Everything was finally processing for him, and he was so happy that his confession went well, and that he could make Fumiya happy in that moment.

He decided to boot up some random single player game, letting Haruki watch as he messed around in it. It was mainly to keep him slightly stimulated while they just sat there - not like Haruki was boring, but sometimes he could just get antsy.

Oof- Fumiya hums as he's squished, not trying to escape or anything. You're such a goober. But I guess I kinda like that about you..

He watches as Fumiya messes around with the single player game, one of his hands occasionally gently rubbing Fumiya's side. He doesn't comment on anything, just watching with interest. Even if he didn't understand what was happening in the game at all. . .

Even with his doubts, he still trusted Haruki and let him touch and rub wherever. He even leaned back a bit, enjoying the contact. No, no, I understand. A lot of people just see me as mean and weird, but you were gentle with me anyway. Which, quite frankly, I still don't get, but I appreciate you staying with me. And, if this is anything.. I like all sides of you, Haruki.

When he leans back and speaks again, though, Haruki felt himself freeze, face going briefly blank and cheeks flushing a dark red. However, a dopey smile stretches onto his face again, along with another kiss being placed onto Fumiya's cheek.

He perks up slightly at the last couple of sentences. Eh? It's because he's part of you, dummy. Plus, maybe I like some of your professional qualities. If that makes sense. Whatever. Regardless, I just.. I don't know. I like you. Even if that's sappy to say..

Fumiya flushes too, humming as he was kissed and trying not to seem interested, but he was freaking out on the inside. I.. appreciate it, dummy. Really.

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki.. liked him? Like, like-liked him?! He had a chance?!

He couldn't be too excited, this was obviously hard on Haruki.. and he wasn't the type to show his excitement outwards. He leans in carefully and wipes the tears away gently with a small hum.

..Stop crying, idiot.. He mumbles softly. Do you.. remember when I asked you how you found out you were bi? That- Fumiya huffs. I wanted to see if I had a chance. And I was also confused because you were making me confused. I hadn't felt so comfortable yet anxious around someone else before, and then you came in with your stupid pretty boy face and sweet personality.

Shoot, now he was feeling a certain pressure in his chest. After that talk we had, I.. wanted to be with you, too. But I'm also.. admittedly, worried. About a lot of things.

I remember, yea. He murmurs, his fists loosening in his lap. I just. . . I guess I wasn't expecting that. My crush on you was still pretty strong then, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Especially with how vulnerable you were being.

He flushes at the pretty boy and sweet personality comments, his brain still trying to process everything. Especially those last few sentences. Those he didn't quite understand.

Fumiya nods, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and toying with his lip ring when he wasn't talking. Y-Yes, obviously.. but, um.. I know you said you accept.. um, I forgot the name but- you know what I'm talking about. And it's not something I really hide, either. But I'm trans, Haruki. And I'm scared that it's going to change your view on me. Wouldn't it be weird, walking down the street and holding hands with someone like me?

He tucks the uneven strand of hair behind his ear, looking down at his hands. He'd literally been shirtless around him before, but yet, he was still so nervous, he felt like he was about to vomit.

He listens as Fumiya explains his other worries, Haruki's brow furrowing. He had a hunch about that, especially with the tape he saw on the beach that day. But, he didn't care about that. Slowly, as if not to startle him, he reaches one of his hands over, resting it on one of Fumiya's.

Now, Fumiya wasn't much of a crier, but he could feel at least something coming up. He leaned in and let go of Haruki's hand, hugging him tightly and hiding his head in his neck. It was a little odd to feel so comfortable like this, but he wasn't complaining. ..Thank you, Haruki. I really, really like you. And, yeah.. we do deserve it.

His heart was nearly about to leap out of his chest. He had gotten the scariest parts out of the way, but it was really only just hitting him. Regardless, he still wanted to engage. Wh-Whatever, just get it over with.

Fumiya leans in a little, letting Haruki lead him if he wanted to. He'd never done anything like this before, so he really just had to guess..

He nods when Fumiya agrees to the kiss, even if it was in his usual snippy way. With a little nervous hum, he meets him halfway, his lips meeting his. He was kissing him. Haruki was kissing Fumiya.

Once they pull away, Fumiya chuckles at the look on his face. You're so smitten it makes you look dumb. He teases with a small smile, pinching his cheek. Despite his avoidance of touch with most people, he almost wanted to be touched by Haruki. Especially his face. He was still thinking about him moving his head up to look at him. You discover something new about yourself everyday, he supposed.. This doesn't mean I'll go any easier on you during games, by the way.

He flushes harder as he's kissed again, and again, and again.. part of him was overwhelmed, but the other wanted to stay. Sh-Shut up.. you're so.. Fumiya grumbles, not wanting to be too harsh, especially while Haruki was being so nice. He tucked some of Haruki's hair behind his ear instead before perking up.

We could play in a Minecraft world together, if you'd like. I can find a way to set it up, maybe.

Wow, so romantic, Fumiya.. definitely the right time..

He flushes when the stray strand of his hair was tucked behind his ear, his smile widening slightly. At the suggestion of playing Minecraft, he nods, face quite happy.

He huffs a bit as Haruki apologizes, flicking him under the nose. Shut up, it's okay. You're not burdening me just by not knowing how to play. And we don't have to play immediately anyway, I still need to set things up and whatnot. Maybe I just.. Fumiya glances away nervously. Maybe I just want to hang out a little more.

He faintly winces when Fumiya flicks him, a slight pout on his face. Alright, alright. I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Fumi. When he mentions not playing immediately and wanting to hang out more, Haruki nods, the pout being replaced with his usual smile. That sounds quite alright with me! Here, one second. . .

Good. He says almost proudly, but that quickly dissolves once Haruki wraps his arms around him. He goes stiff, not entirely sure where to put his hands. Why did this feel so complicated..?

Regardless, Fumiya simply leans into Haruki, still fidgeting with that stupid controller. Is this okay?

He gently squeezes Fumiya, cuddling up to him like a koala would a tree trunk. He occasionally hums happily, that small, smitten smile on his face. Everything was finally processing for him, and he was so happy that his confession went well, and that he could make Fumiya happy in that moment.

He decided to boot up some random single player game, letting Haruki watch as he messed around in it. It was mainly to keep him slightly stimulated while they just sat there - not like Haruki was boring, but sometimes he could just get antsy.

Oof- Fumiya hums as he's squished, not trying to escape or anything. You're such a goober. But I guess I kinda like that about you..

He watches as Fumiya messes around with the single player game, one of his hands occasionally gently rubbing Fumiya's side. He doesn't comment on anything, just watching with interest. Even if he didn't understand what was happening in the game at all. . .

Even with his doubts, he still trusted Haruki and let him touch and rub wherever. He even leaned back a bit, enjoying the contact. No, no, I understand. A lot of people just see me as mean and weird, but you were gentle with me anyway. Which, quite frankly, I still don't get, but I appreciate you staying with me. And, if this is anything.. I like all sides of you, Haruki.

When he leans back and speaks again, though, Haruki felt himself freeze, face going briefly blank and cheeks flushing a dark red. However, a dopey smile stretches onto his face again, along with another kiss being placed onto Fumiya's cheek.

He perks up slightly at the last couple of sentences. Eh? It's because he's part of you, dummy. Plus, maybe I like some of your professional qualities. If that makes sense. Whatever. Regardless, I just.. I don't know. I like you. Even if that's sappy to say..

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki.. liked him? Like, like-liked him?! He had a chance?!

He couldn't be too excited, this was obviously hard on Haruki.. and he wasn't the type to show his excitement outwards. He leans in carefully and wipes the tears away gently with a small hum.

..Stop crying, idiot.. He mumbles softly. Do you.. remember when I asked you how you found out you were bi? That- Fumiya huffs. I wanted to see if I had a chance. And I was also confused because you were making me confused. I hadn't felt so comfortable yet anxious around someone else before, and then you came in with your stupid pretty boy face and sweet personality.

Shoot, now he was feeling a certain pressure in his chest. After that talk we had, I.. wanted to be with you, too. But I'm also.. admittedly, worried. About a lot of things.

I remember, yea. He murmurs, his fists loosening in his lap. I just. . . I guess I wasn't expecting that. My crush on you was still pretty strong then, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Especially with how vulnerable you were being.

He flushes at the pretty boy and sweet personality comments, his brain still trying to process everything. Especially those last few sentences. Those he didn't quite understand.

Fumiya nods, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and toying with his lip ring when he wasn't talking. Y-Yes, obviously.. but, um.. I know you said you accept.. um, I forgot the name but- you know what I'm talking about. And it's not something I really hide, either. But I'm trans, Haruki. And I'm scared that it's going to change your view on me. Wouldn't it be weird, walking down the street and holding hands with someone like me?

He tucks the uneven strand of hair behind his ear, looking down at his hands. He'd literally been shirtless around him before, but yet, he was still so nervous, he felt like he was about to vomit.

He listens as Fumiya explains his other worries, Haruki's brow furrowing. He had a hunch about that, especially with the tape he saw on the beach that day. But, he didn't care about that. Slowly, as if not to startle him, he reaches one of his hands over, resting it on one of Fumiya's.

Now, Fumiya wasn't much of a crier, but he could feel at least something coming up. He leaned in and let go of Haruki's hand, hugging him tightly and hiding his head in his neck. It was a little odd to feel so comfortable like this, but he wasn't complaining. ..Thank you, Haruki. I really, really like you. And, yeah.. we do deserve it.

His heart was nearly about to leap out of his chest. He had gotten the scariest parts out of the way, but it was really only just hitting him. Regardless, he still wanted to engage. Wh-Whatever, just get it over with.

Fumiya leans in a little, letting Haruki lead him if he wanted to. He'd never done anything like this before, so he really just had to guess..

He nods when Fumiya agrees to the kiss, even if it was in his usual snippy way. With a little nervous hum, he meets him halfway, his lips meeting his. He was kissing him. Haruki was kissing Fumiya.

Once they pull away, Fumiya chuckles at the look on his face. You're so smitten it makes you look dumb. He teases with a small smile, pinching his cheek. Despite his avoidance of touch with most people, he almost wanted to be touched by Haruki. Especially his face. He was still thinking about him moving his head up to look at him. You discover something new about yourself everyday, he supposed.. This doesn't mean I'll go any easier on you during games, by the way.

He flushes harder as he's kissed again, and again, and again.. part of him was overwhelmed, but the other wanted to stay. Sh-Shut up.. you're so.. Fumiya grumbles, not wanting to be too harsh, especially while Haruki was being so nice. He tucked some of Haruki's hair behind his ear instead before perking up.

We could play in a Minecraft world together, if you'd like. I can find a way to set it up, maybe.

Wow, so romantic, Fumiya.. definitely the right time..

He flushes when the stray strand of his hair was tucked behind his ear, his smile widening slightly. At the suggestion of playing Minecraft, he nods, face quite happy.

He huffs a bit as Haruki apologizes, flicking him under the nose. Shut up, it's okay. You're not burdening me just by not knowing how to play. And we don't have to play immediately anyway, I still need to set things up and whatnot. Maybe I just.. Fumiya glances away nervously. Maybe I just want to hang out a little more.

He faintly winces when Fumiya flicks him, a slight pout on his face. Alright, alright. I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Fumi. When he mentions not playing immediately and wanting to hang out more, Haruki nods, the pout being replaced with his usual smile. That sounds quite alright with me! Here, one second. . .

Good. He says almost proudly, but that quickly dissolves once Haruki wraps his arms around him. He goes stiff, not entirely sure where to put his hands. Why did this feel so complicated..?

Regardless, Fumiya simply leans into Haruki, still fidgeting with that stupid controller. Is this okay?

He gently squeezes Fumiya, cuddling up to him like a koala would a tree trunk. He occasionally hums happily, that small, smitten smile on his face. Everything was finally processing for him, and he was so happy that his confession went well, and that he could make Fumiya happy in that moment.

He decided to boot up some random single player game, letting Haruki watch as he messed around in it. It was mainly to keep him slightly stimulated while they just sat there - not like Haruki was boring, but sometimes he could just get antsy.

Oof- Fumiya hums as he's squished, not trying to escape or anything. You're such a goober. But I guess I kinda like that about you..

He watches as Fumiya messes around with the single player game, one of his hands occasionally gently rubbing Fumiya's side. He doesn't comment on anything, just watching with interest. Even if he didn't understand what was happening in the game at all. . .

Even with his doubts, he still trusted Haruki and let him touch and rub wherever. He even leaned back a bit, enjoying the contact. No, no, I understand. A lot of people just see me as mean and weird, but you were gentle with me anyway. Which, quite frankly, I still don't get, but I appreciate you staying with me. And, if this is anything.. I like all sides of you, Haruki.

When he leans back and speaks again, though, Haruki felt himself freeze, face going briefly blank and cheeks flushing a dark red. However, a dopey smile stretches onto his face again, along with another kiss being placed onto Fumiya's cheek.

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki.. liked him? Like, like-liked him?! He had a chance?!

He couldn't be too excited, this was obviously hard on Haruki.. and he wasn't the type to show his excitement outwards. He leans in carefully and wipes the tears away gently with a small hum.

..Stop crying, idiot.. He mumbles softly. Do you.. remember when I asked you how you found out you were bi? That- Fumiya huffs. I wanted to see if I had a chance. And I was also confused because you were making me confused. I hadn't felt so comfortable yet anxious around someone else before, and then you came in with your stupid pretty boy face and sweet personality.

Shoot, now he was feeling a certain pressure in his chest. After that talk we had, I.. wanted to be with you, too. But I'm also.. admittedly, worried. About a lot of things.

I remember, yea. He murmurs, his fists loosening in his lap. I just. . . I guess I wasn't expecting that. My crush on you was still pretty strong then, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Especially with how vulnerable you were being.

He flushes at the pretty boy and sweet personality comments, his brain still trying to process everything. Especially those last few sentences. Those he didn't quite understand.

Fumiya nods, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and toying with his lip ring when he wasn't talking. Y-Yes, obviously.. but, um.. I know you said you accept.. um, I forgot the name but- you know what I'm talking about. And it's not something I really hide, either. But I'm trans, Haruki. And I'm scared that it's going to change your view on me. Wouldn't it be weird, walking down the street and holding hands with someone like me?

He tucks the uneven strand of hair behind his ear, looking down at his hands. He'd literally been shirtless around him before, but yet, he was still so nervous, he felt like he was about to vomit.

He listens as Fumiya explains his other worries, Haruki's brow furrowing. He had a hunch about that, especially with the tape he saw on the beach that day. But, he didn't care about that. Slowly, as if not to startle him, he reaches one of his hands over, resting it on one of Fumiya's.

Now, Fumiya wasn't much of a crier, but he could feel at least something coming up. He leaned in and let go of Haruki's hand, hugging him tightly and hiding his head in his neck. It was a little odd to feel so comfortable like this, but he wasn't complaining. ..Thank you, Haruki. I really, really like you. And, yeah.. we do deserve it.

His heart was nearly about to leap out of his chest. He had gotten the scariest parts out of the way, but it was really only just hitting him. Regardless, he still wanted to engage. Wh-Whatever, just get it over with.

Fumiya leans in a little, letting Haruki lead him if he wanted to. He'd never done anything like this before, so he really just had to guess..

He nods when Fumiya agrees to the kiss, even if it was in his usual snippy way. With a little nervous hum, he meets him halfway, his lips meeting his. He was kissing him. Haruki was kissing Fumiya.

Once they pull away, Fumiya chuckles at the look on his face. You're so smitten it makes you look dumb. He teases with a small smile, pinching his cheek. Despite his avoidance of touch with most people, he almost wanted to be touched by Haruki. Especially his face. He was still thinking about him moving his head up to look at him. You discover something new about yourself everyday, he supposed.. This doesn't mean I'll go any easier on you during games, by the way.

He flushes harder as he's kissed again, and again, and again.. part of him was overwhelmed, but the other wanted to stay. Sh-Shut up.. you're so.. Fumiya grumbles, not wanting to be too harsh, especially while Haruki was being so nice. He tucked some of Haruki's hair behind his ear instead before perking up.

We could play in a Minecraft world together, if you'd like. I can find a way to set it up, maybe.

Wow, so romantic, Fumiya.. definitely the right time..

He flushes when the stray strand of his hair was tucked behind his ear, his smile widening slightly. At the suggestion of playing Minecraft, he nods, face quite happy.

He huffs a bit as Haruki apologizes, flicking him under the nose. Shut up, it's okay. You're not burdening me just by not knowing how to play. And we don't have to play immediately anyway, I still need to set things up and whatnot. Maybe I just.. Fumiya glances away nervously. Maybe I just want to hang out a little more.

He faintly winces when Fumiya flicks him, a slight pout on his face. Alright, alright. I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Fumi. When he mentions not playing immediately and wanting to hang out more, Haruki nods, the pout being replaced with his usual smile. That sounds quite alright with me! Here, one second. . .

Good. He says almost proudly, but that quickly dissolves once Haruki wraps his arms around him. He goes stiff, not entirely sure where to put his hands. Why did this feel so complicated..?

Regardless, Fumiya simply leans into Haruki, still fidgeting with that stupid controller. Is this okay?

He gently squeezes Fumiya, cuddling up to him like a koala would a tree trunk. He occasionally hums happily, that small, smitten smile on his face. Everything was finally processing for him, and he was so happy that his confession went well, and that he could make Fumiya happy in that moment.

He decided to boot up some random single player game, letting Haruki watch as he messed around in it. It was mainly to keep him slightly stimulated while they just sat there - not like Haruki was boring, but sometimes he could just get antsy.

Oof- Fumiya hums as he's squished, not trying to escape or anything. You're such a goober. But I guess I kinda like that about you..

He watches as Fumiya messes around with the single player game, one of his hands occasionally gently rubbing Fumiya's side. He doesn't comment on anything, just watching with interest. Even if he didn't understand what was happening in the game at all. . .

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki.. liked him? Like, like-liked him?! He had a chance?!

He couldn't be too excited, this was obviously hard on Haruki.. and he wasn't the type to show his excitement outwards. He leans in carefully and wipes the tears away gently with a small hum.

..Stop crying, idiot.. He mumbles softly. Do you.. remember when I asked you how you found out you were bi? That- Fumiya huffs. I wanted to see if I had a chance. And I was also confused because you were making me confused. I hadn't felt so comfortable yet anxious around someone else before, and then you came in with your stupid pretty boy face and sweet personality.

Shoot, now he was feeling a certain pressure in his chest. After that talk we had, I.. wanted to be with you, too. But I'm also.. admittedly, worried. About a lot of things.

I remember, yea. He murmurs, his fists loosening in his lap. I just. . . I guess I wasn't expecting that. My crush on you was still pretty strong then, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Especially with how vulnerable you were being.

He flushes at the pretty boy and sweet personality comments, his brain still trying to process everything. Especially those last few sentences. Those he didn't quite understand.

Fumiya nods, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and toying with his lip ring when he wasn't talking. Y-Yes, obviously.. but, um.. I know you said you accept.. um, I forgot the name but- you know what I'm talking about. And it's not something I really hide, either. But I'm trans, Haruki. And I'm scared that it's going to change your view on me. Wouldn't it be weird, walking down the street and holding hands with someone like me?

He tucks the uneven strand of hair behind his ear, looking down at his hands. He'd literally been shirtless around him before, but yet, he was still so nervous, he felt like he was about to vomit.

He listens as Fumiya explains his other worries, Haruki's brow furrowing. He had a hunch about that, especially with the tape he saw on the beach that day. But, he didn't care about that. Slowly, as if not to startle him, he reaches one of his hands over, resting it on one of Fumiya's.

Now, Fumiya wasn't much of a crier, but he could feel at least something coming up. He leaned in and let go of Haruki's hand, hugging him tightly and hiding his head in his neck. It was a little odd to feel so comfortable like this, but he wasn't complaining. ..Thank you, Haruki. I really, really like you. And, yeah.. we do deserve it.

His heart was nearly about to leap out of his chest. He had gotten the scariest parts out of the way, but it was really only just hitting him. Regardless, he still wanted to engage. Wh-Whatever, just get it over with.

Fumiya leans in a little, letting Haruki lead him if he wanted to. He'd never done anything like this before, so he really just had to guess..

He nods when Fumiya agrees to the kiss, even if it was in his usual snippy way. With a little nervous hum, he meets him halfway, his lips meeting his. He was kissing him. Haruki was kissing Fumiya.

Once they pull away, Fumiya chuckles at the look on his face. You're so smitten it makes you look dumb. He teases with a small smile, pinching his cheek. Despite his avoidance of touch with most people, he almost wanted to be touched by Haruki. Especially his face. He was still thinking about him moving his head up to look at him. You discover something new about yourself everyday, he supposed.. This doesn't mean I'll go any easier on you during games, by the way.

He flushes harder as he's kissed again, and again, and again.. part of him was overwhelmed, but the other wanted to stay. Sh-Shut up.. you're so.. Fumiya grumbles, not wanting to be too harsh, especially while Haruki was being so nice. He tucked some of Haruki's hair behind his ear instead before perking up.

We could play in a Minecraft world together, if you'd like. I can find a way to set it up, maybe.

Wow, so romantic, Fumiya.. definitely the right time..

He flushes when the stray strand of his hair was tucked behind his ear, his smile widening slightly. At the suggestion of playing Minecraft, he nods, face quite happy.

He huffs a bit as Haruki apologizes, flicking him under the nose. Shut up, it's okay. You're not burdening me just by not knowing how to play. And we don't have to play immediately anyway, I still need to set things up and whatnot. Maybe I just.. Fumiya glances away nervously. Maybe I just want to hang out a little more.

He faintly winces when Fumiya flicks him, a slight pout on his face. Alright, alright. I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Fumi. When he mentions not playing immediately and wanting to hang out more, Haruki nods, the pout being replaced with his usual smile. That sounds quite alright with me! Here, one second. . .

Good. He says almost proudly, but that quickly dissolves once Haruki wraps his arms around him. He goes stiff, not entirely sure where to put his hands. Why did this feel so complicated..?

Regardless, Fumiya simply leans into Haruki, still fidgeting with that stupid controller. Is this okay?

He gently squeezes Fumiya, cuddling up to him like a koala would a tree trunk. He occasionally hums happily, that small, smitten smile on his face. Everything was finally processing for him, and he was so happy that his confession went well, and that he could make Fumiya happy in that moment.

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki.. liked him? Like, like-liked him?! He had a chance?!

He couldn't be too excited, this was obviously hard on Haruki.. and he wasn't the type to show his excitement outwards. He leans in carefully and wipes the tears away gently with a small hum.

..Stop crying, idiot.. He mumbles softly. Do you.. remember when I asked you how you found out you were bi? That- Fumiya huffs. I wanted to see if I had a chance. And I was also confused because you were making me confused. I hadn't felt so comfortable yet anxious around someone else before, and then you came in with your stupid pretty boy face and sweet personality.

Shoot, now he was feeling a certain pressure in his chest. After that talk we had, I.. wanted to be with you, too. But I'm also.. admittedly, worried. About a lot of things.

I remember, yea. He murmurs, his fists loosening in his lap. I just. . . I guess I wasn't expecting that. My crush on you was still pretty strong then, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Especially with how vulnerable you were being.

He flushes at the pretty boy and sweet personality comments, his brain still trying to process everything. Especially those last few sentences. Those he didn't quite understand.

Fumiya nods, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and toying with his lip ring when he wasn't talking. Y-Yes, obviously.. but, um.. I know you said you accept.. um, I forgot the name but- you know what I'm talking about. And it's not something I really hide, either. But I'm trans, Haruki. And I'm scared that it's going to change your view on me. Wouldn't it be weird, walking down the street and holding hands with someone like me?

He tucks the uneven strand of hair behind his ear, looking down at his hands. He'd literally been shirtless around him before, but yet, he was still so nervous, he felt like he was about to vomit.

He listens as Fumiya explains his other worries, Haruki's brow furrowing. He had a hunch about that, especially with the tape he saw on the beach that day. But, he didn't care about that. Slowly, as if not to startle him, he reaches one of his hands over, resting it on one of Fumiya's.

Now, Fumiya wasn't much of a crier, but he could feel at least something coming up. He leaned in and let go of Haruki's hand, hugging him tightly and hiding his head in his neck. It was a little odd to feel so comfortable like this, but he wasn't complaining. ..Thank you, Haruki. I really, really like you. And, yeah.. we do deserve it.

His heart was nearly about to leap out of his chest. He had gotten the scariest parts out of the way, but it was really only just hitting him. Regardless, he still wanted to engage. Wh-Whatever, just get it over with.

Fumiya leans in a little, letting Haruki lead him if he wanted to. He'd never done anything like this before, so he really just had to guess..

He nods when Fumiya agrees to the kiss, even if it was in his usual snippy way. With a little nervous hum, he meets him halfway, his lips meeting his. He was kissing him. Haruki was kissing Fumiya.

Once they pull away, Fumiya chuckles at the look on his face. You're so smitten it makes you look dumb. He teases with a small smile, pinching his cheek. Despite his avoidance of touch with most people, he almost wanted to be touched by Haruki. Especially his face. He was still thinking about him moving his head up to look at him. You discover something new about yourself everyday, he supposed.. This doesn't mean I'll go any easier on you during games, by the way.

He flushes harder as he's kissed again, and again, and again.. part of him was overwhelmed, but the other wanted to stay. Sh-Shut up.. you're so.. Fumiya grumbles, not wanting to be too harsh, especially while Haruki was being so nice. He tucked some of Haruki's hair behind his ear instead before perking up.

We could play in a Minecraft world together, if you'd like. I can find a way to set it up, maybe.

Wow, so romantic, Fumiya.. definitely the right time..

He flushes when the stray strand of his hair was tucked behind his ear, his smile widening slightly. At the suggestion of playing Minecraft, he nods, face quite happy.

He huffs a bit as Haruki apologizes, flicking him under the nose. Shut up, it's okay. You're not burdening me just by not knowing how to play. And we don't have to play immediately anyway, I still need to set things up and whatnot. Maybe I just.. Fumiya glances away nervously. Maybe I just want to hang out a little more.

He faintly winces when Fumiya flicks him, a slight pout on his face. Alright, alright. I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Fumi. When he mentions not playing immediately and wanting to hang out more, Haruki nods, the pout being replaced with his usual smile. That sounds quite alright with me! Here, one second. . .

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki.. liked him? Like, like-liked him?! He had a chance?!

He couldn't be too excited, this was obviously hard on Haruki.. and he wasn't the type to show his excitement outwards. He leans in carefully and wipes the tears away gently with a small hum.

..Stop crying, idiot.. He mumbles softly. Do you.. remember when I asked you how you found out you were bi? That- Fumiya huffs. I wanted to see if I had a chance. And I was also confused because you were making me confused. I hadn't felt so comfortable yet anxious around someone else before, and then you came in with your stupid pretty boy face and sweet personality.

Shoot, now he was feeling a certain pressure in his chest. After that talk we had, I.. wanted to be with you, too. But I'm also.. admittedly, worried. About a lot of things.

I remember, yea. He murmurs, his fists loosening in his lap. I just. . . I guess I wasn't expecting that. My crush on you was still pretty strong then, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Especially with how vulnerable you were being.

He flushes at the pretty boy and sweet personality comments, his brain still trying to process everything. Especially those last few sentences. Those he didn't quite understand.

Fumiya nods, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and toying with his lip ring when he wasn't talking. Y-Yes, obviously.. but, um.. I know you said you accept.. um, I forgot the name but- you know what I'm talking about. And it's not something I really hide, either. But I'm trans, Haruki. And I'm scared that it's going to change your view on me. Wouldn't it be weird, walking down the street and holding hands with someone like me?

He tucks the uneven strand of hair behind his ear, looking down at his hands. He'd literally been shirtless around him before, but yet, he was still so nervous, he felt like he was about to vomit.

He listens as Fumiya explains his other worries, Haruki's brow furrowing. He had a hunch about that, especially with the tape he saw on the beach that day. But, he didn't care about that. Slowly, as if not to startle him, he reaches one of his hands over, resting it on one of Fumiya's.

Now, Fumiya wasn't much of a crier, but he could feel at least something coming up. He leaned in and let go of Haruki's hand, hugging him tightly and hiding his head in his neck. It was a little odd to feel so comfortable like this, but he wasn't complaining. ..Thank you, Haruki. I really, really like you. And, yeah.. we do deserve it.

His heart was nearly about to leap out of his chest. He had gotten the scariest parts out of the way, but it was really only just hitting him. Regardless, he still wanted to engage. Wh-Whatever, just get it over with.

Fumiya leans in a little, letting Haruki lead him if he wanted to. He'd never done anything like this before, so he really just had to guess..

He nods when Fumiya agrees to the kiss, even if it was in his usual snippy way. With a little nervous hum, he meets him halfway, his lips meeting his. He was kissing him. Haruki was kissing Fumiya.

Once they pull away, Fumiya chuckles at the look on his face. You're so smitten it makes you look dumb. He teases with a small smile, pinching his cheek. Despite his avoidance of touch with most people, he almost wanted to be touched by Haruki. Especially his face. He was still thinking about him moving his head up to look at him. You discover something new about yourself everyday, he supposed.. This doesn't mean I'll go any easier on you during games, by the way.

He flushes harder as he's kissed again, and again, and again.. part of him was overwhelmed, but the other wanted to stay. Sh-Shut up.. you're so.. Fumiya grumbles, not wanting to be too harsh, especially while Haruki was being so nice. He tucked some of Haruki's hair behind his ear instead before perking up.

We could play in a Minecraft world together, if you'd like. I can find a way to set it up, maybe.

Wow, so romantic, Fumiya.. definitely the right time..

He flushes when the stray strand of his hair was tucked behind his ear, his smile widening slightly. At the suggestion of playing Minecraft, he nods, face quite happy.

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki.. liked him? Like, like-liked him?! He had a chance?!

He couldn't be too excited, this was obviously hard on Haruki.. and he wasn't the type to show his excitement outwards. He leans in carefully and wipes the tears away gently with a small hum.

..Stop crying, idiot.. He mumbles softly. Do you.. remember when I asked you how you found out you were bi? That- Fumiya huffs. I wanted to see if I had a chance. And I was also confused because you were making me confused. I hadn't felt so comfortable yet anxious around someone else before, and then you came in with your stupid pretty boy face and sweet personality.

Shoot, now he was feeling a certain pressure in his chest. After that talk we had, I.. wanted to be with you, too. But I'm also.. admittedly, worried. About a lot of things.

I remember, yea. He murmurs, his fists loosening in his lap. I just. . . I guess I wasn't expecting that. My crush on you was still pretty strong then, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Especially with how vulnerable you were being.

He flushes at the pretty boy and sweet personality comments, his brain still trying to process everything. Especially those last few sentences. Those he didn't quite understand.

Fumiya nods, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and toying with his lip ring when he wasn't talking. Y-Yes, obviously.. but, um.. I know you said you accept.. um, I forgot the name but- you know what I'm talking about. And it's not something I really hide, either. But I'm trans, Haruki. And I'm scared that it's going to change your view on me. Wouldn't it be weird, walking down the street and holding hands with someone like me?

He tucks the uneven strand of hair behind his ear, looking down at his hands. He'd literally been shirtless around him before, but yet, he was still so nervous, he felt like he was about to vomit.

He listens as Fumiya explains his other worries, Haruki's brow furrowing. He had a hunch about that, especially with the tape he saw on the beach that day. But, he didn't care about that. Slowly, as if not to startle him, he reaches one of his hands over, resting it on one of Fumiya's.

Now, Fumiya wasn't much of a crier, but he could feel at least something coming up. He leaned in and let go of Haruki's hand, hugging him tightly and hiding his head in his neck. It was a little odd to feel so comfortable like this, but he wasn't complaining. ..Thank you, Haruki. I really, really like you. And, yeah.. we do deserve it.

His heart was nearly about to leap out of his chest. He had gotten the scariest parts out of the way, but it was really only just hitting him. Regardless, he still wanted to engage. Wh-Whatever, just get it over with.

Fumiya leans in a little, letting Haruki lead him if he wanted to. He'd never done anything like this before, so he really just had to guess..

He nods when Fumiya agrees to the kiss, even if it was in his usual snippy way. With a little nervous hum, he meets him halfway, his lips meeting his. He was kissing him. Haruki was kissing Fumiya.

Once they pull away, Fumiya chuckles at the look on his face. You're so smitten it makes you look dumb. He teases with a small smile, pinching his cheek. Despite his avoidance of touch with most people, he almost wanted to be touched by Haruki. Especially his face. He was still thinking about him moving his head up to look at him. You discover something new about yourself everyday, he supposed.. This doesn't mean I'll go any easier on you during games, by the way.

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki.. liked him? Like, like-liked him?! He had a chance?!

He couldn't be too excited, this was obviously hard on Haruki.. and he wasn't the type to show his excitement outwards. He leans in carefully and wipes the tears away gently with a small hum.

..Stop crying, idiot.. He mumbles softly. Do you.. remember when I asked you how you found out you were bi? That- Fumiya huffs. I wanted to see if I had a chance. And I was also confused because you were making me confused. I hadn't felt so comfortable yet anxious around someone else before, and then you came in with your stupid pretty boy face and sweet personality.

Shoot, now he was feeling a certain pressure in his chest. After that talk we had, I.. wanted to be with you, too. But I'm also.. admittedly, worried. About a lot of things.

I remember, yea. He murmurs, his fists loosening in his lap. I just. . . I guess I wasn't expecting that. My crush on you was still pretty strong then, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Especially with how vulnerable you were being.

He flushes at the pretty boy and sweet personality comments, his brain still trying to process everything. Especially those last few sentences. Those he didn't quite understand.

Fumiya nods, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and toying with his lip ring when he wasn't talking. Y-Yes, obviously.. but, um.. I know you said you accept.. um, I forgot the name but- you know what I'm talking about. And it's not something I really hide, either. But I'm trans, Haruki. And I'm scared that it's going to change your view on me. Wouldn't it be weird, walking down the street and holding hands with someone like me?

He tucks the uneven strand of hair behind his ear, looking down at his hands. He'd literally been shirtless around him before, but yet, he was still so nervous, he felt like he was about to vomit.

He listens as Fumiya explains his other worries, Haruki's brow furrowing. He had a hunch about that, especially with the tape he saw on the beach that day. But, he didn't care about that. Slowly, as if not to startle him, he reaches one of his hands over, resting it on one of Fumiya's.

Now, Fumiya wasn't much of a crier, but he could feel at least something coming up. He leaned in and let go of Haruki's hand, hugging him tightly and hiding his head in his neck. It was a little odd to feel so comfortable like this, but he wasn't complaining. ..Thank you, Haruki. I really, really like you. And, yeah.. we do deserve it.

His heart was nearly about to leap out of his chest. He had gotten the scariest parts out of the way, but it was really only just hitting him. Regardless, he still wanted to engage. Wh-Whatever, just get it over with.

Fumiya leans in a little, letting Haruki lead him if he wanted to. He'd never done anything like this before, so he really just had to guess..

He nods when Fumiya agrees to the kiss, even if it was in his usual snippy way. With a little nervous hum, he meets him halfway, his lips meeting his. He was kissing him. Haruki was kissing Fumiya.

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki.. liked him? Like, like-liked him?! He had a chance?!

He couldn't be too excited, this was obviously hard on Haruki.. and he wasn't the type to show his excitement outwards. He leans in carefully and wipes the tears away gently with a small hum.

..Stop crying, idiot.. He mumbles softly. Do you.. remember when I asked you how you found out you were bi? That- Fumiya huffs. I wanted to see if I had a chance. And I was also confused because you were making me confused. I hadn't felt so comfortable yet anxious around someone else before, and then you came in with your stupid pretty boy face and sweet personality.

Shoot, now he was feeling a certain pressure in his chest. After that talk we had, I.. wanted to be with you, too. But I'm also.. admittedly, worried. About a lot of things.

I remember, yea. He murmurs, his fists loosening in his lap. I just. . . I guess I wasn't expecting that. My crush on you was still pretty strong then, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Especially with how vulnerable you were being.

He flushes at the pretty boy and sweet personality comments, his brain still trying to process everything. Especially those last few sentences. Those he didn't quite understand.

Fumiya nods, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and toying with his lip ring when he wasn't talking. Y-Yes, obviously.. but, um.. I know you said you accept.. um, I forgot the name but- you know what I'm talking about. And it's not something I really hide, either. But I'm trans, Haruki. And I'm scared that it's going to change your view on me. Wouldn't it be weird, walking down the street and holding hands with someone like me?

He tucks the uneven strand of hair behind his ear, looking down at his hands. He'd literally been shirtless around him before, but yet, he was still so nervous, he felt like he was about to vomit.

He listens as Fumiya explains his other worries, Haruki's brow furrowing. He had a hunch about that, especially with the tape he saw on the beach that day. But, he didn't care about that. Slowly, as if not to startle him, he reaches one of his hands over, resting it on one of Fumiya's.

Now, Fumiya wasn't much of a crier, but he could feel at least something coming up. He leaned in and let go of Haruki's hand, hugging him tightly and hiding his head in his neck. It was a little odd to feel so comfortable like this, but he wasn't complaining. ..Thank you, Haruki. I really, really like you. And, yeah.. we do deserve it.

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki.. liked him? Like, like-liked him?! He had a chance?!

He couldn't be too excited, this was obviously hard on Haruki.. and he wasn't the type to show his excitement outwards. He leans in carefully and wipes the tears away gently with a small hum.

..Stop crying, idiot.. He mumbles softly. Do you.. remember when I asked you how you found out you were bi? That- Fumiya huffs. I wanted to see if I had a chance. And I was also confused because you were making me confused. I hadn't felt so comfortable yet anxious around someone else before, and then you came in with your stupid pretty boy face and sweet personality.

Shoot, now he was feeling a certain pressure in his chest. After that talk we had, I.. wanted to be with you, too. But I'm also.. admittedly, worried. About a lot of things.

I remember, yea. He murmurs, his fists loosening in his lap. I just. . . I guess I wasn't expecting that. My crush on you was still pretty strong then, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Especially with how vulnerable you were being.

He flushes at the pretty boy and sweet personality comments, his brain still trying to process everything. Especially those last few sentences. Those he didn't quite understand.

Fumiya nods, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and toying with his lip ring when he wasn't talking. Y-Yes, obviously.. but, um.. I know you said you accept.. um, I forgot the name but- you know what I'm talking about. And it's not something I really hide, either. But I'm trans, Haruki. And I'm scared that it's going to change your view on me. Wouldn't it be weird, walking down the street and holding hands with someone like me?

He tucks the uneven strand of hair behind his ear, looking down at his hands. He'd literally been shirtless around him before, but yet, he was still so nervous, he felt like he was about to vomit.

He listens as Fumiya explains his other worries, Haruki's brow furrowing. He had a hunch about that, especially with the tape he saw on the beach that day. But, he didn't care about that. Slowly, as if not to startle him, he reaches one of his hands over, resting it on one of Fumiya's.

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki.. liked him? Like, like-liked him?! He had a chance?!

He couldn't be too excited, this was obviously hard on Haruki.. and he wasn't the type to show his excitement outwards. He leans in carefully and wipes the tears away gently with a small hum.

..Stop crying, idiot.. He mumbles softly. Do you.. remember when I asked you how you found out you were bi? That- Fumiya huffs. I wanted to see if I had a chance. And I was also confused because you were making me confused. I hadn't felt so comfortable yet anxious around someone else before, and then you came in with your stupid pretty boy face and sweet personality.

Shoot, now he was feeling a certain pressure in his chest. After that talk we had, I.. wanted to be with you, too. But I'm also.. admittedly, worried. About a lot of things.

I remember, yea. He murmurs, his fists loosening in his lap. I just. . . I guess I wasn't expecting that. My crush on you was still pretty strong then, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Especially with how vulnerable you were being.

He flushes at the pretty boy and sweet personality comments, his brain still trying to process everything. Especially those last few sentences. Those he didn't quite understand.

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Good.. and moo ping is popular in Thailand, it's grilled pork skewers, essentially. They've got a nice sweet and savory taste, if you like that kind of thing. And I will, don't freak out.

Fumiya then tilts his head to the side. Haruki looked so hesitant and nervous.. Yeah, go ahead. What is it?

I. . . Uhm. . . Look, this isn't easy for me to say, and not because I don't want to. Mote because I'm scared of how you're gonna react to it. So, please, PLEASE don't be upset with me. His hands ball up into fists on his lap, just so he could hide how much they were shaking.

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?

Mm. Quite a lot of work you have to do, huh? You're not stupid enough to work yourself too hard, are you? Fumiya raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but not as harsh as it usually was.

He yelps at the nose boop, not expecting that. Well, now I'm thinking about the fact you just attacked me. And some moo ping I had earlier, it was really good.. I'll have to make you try some the next time I have it.

I was trying to boop you, Fumi! But, I won't do it again without warning, promise! Also, might I ask what moo ping is? I'm quite curious about it. That, and next time you try it, you DEFINITELY have to invite me!

Haruki was about to pop.

Like a bubble.

Ever since the last time he and Fumiya talked, his feelings for him had been confirmed. He was definitely head over heels in love with him. But, he wasn't sure how he'd approach it, especially with what they were talking about last time. So, he continued to keep it in.

Until tonight.

I told you I'm bad at this. . . Haruki grumbles, faintly pouting as the racing game he and Fumiya were playing shows him in last place. Again. He REALLY was not good at this. . . Why did I suggest this again?

Funnily enough, Fumiya felt like he was about to burst, too. He hadn't realized his feelings until just a little while ago, but he feels like he's been so obvious ever since. He wasn't good at handling these types of feelings at all. It felt so odd, and at first he was determined to keep it all in, but now he was unsure how realistic that goal was.

Don't know. You should know by now that I'll kick your ass. Fumiya stretches before returning to his shrimp-like position on the couch. He's been going a bit easy on Haruki, but apparently racing isn't exactly Haruki's strong suit.

We can play something else, if you're quitting now. He hums, looking at Haruki and resting his chin on his knees. Even when pouting, he was still so cute. Your call, I don't mind.

If you don't mind. He pauses, thinking through what kind of games they had to play. Hm. . . Honestly, I can't think of anything right now. Do you just wanna hang out for a bit and talk? If not, feel free to throw any game suggestions you have for me.

Soo... like, um.. Terrible start, Fumiya. His face was already starting to heat up. What're you thinking, huh?