ɪ ʀ ᴏ ɴ ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ

               Makoto nodded and slowly moved away; going to the couch sounded like a good idea in his opinion. He wondered if Teppei found their relationship bothersome, it wasn’t like the ones in movies where your friends and relatives were the only objectors; but there were internal objections as well. The relationship came with a lot of painful and shameful history, but he couldn’t apologise for any of it. It would be pathetic of him to now turn around and say sorry. But wasn’t it the same if they were already involved? Didn’t that just spit in their faces? Makoto wasn’t sure, but he thought about it a lot.

     As he moved away, Teppei took notice of the silence that was drawing between them. Not liking it, silence bread ill thoughts, he reached down and grabbed Makoto’s ass in a little grope. “You’re too quiet,” he laughed a bit. He didn’t know what the other was thinking, but his guess was as good as any and with the unhappy subject that had been brought up between two of them -- well. His guess could be assumed as being a good one. Grabbing his hand, instead of his ass, he tugged along. “Couch.”

       ”No, I won’t, Kiyo-chin~” he mumbled, he took good care of his teeth, honestly he felt like if he ever needed to go to the dentist because of his snacks his mother would decapitate him. So, he was always brushing his teeth. "Ne, do you want some chips?" he said, not minding sharing his food with the only rival he had. 

     Well, as long as he was careful about it -- Teppei didn’t see a point in pressing the issue on his teeth. After all, he wasn’t his Mother -- or anyone’s for that matter -- and nagging could only go so far. Plus he was being offered chips! “You’ll share?” he asked with a smile. “Sure.”

               Already went? He must have gone really early then. Of course it was a sore point to talk about. Makoto hugged him a little tighter when the other male nuzzled him. It was really the only way he could say sorry without being a hypocrite. Even then, considering he’d physically disabled him… cuddling him itself was a bit stupid. His grip tightened a little more. He hid his face in the broad chest.

     “You have a point there . .” He couldn’t argue against that. After all, if he had been fussy the Mother shouldn’t have left him alone. But maybe she had her reasons. Eh, too much trouble to think of. “Do I? I wonder if I taste like coffee,” he mused out loud licking his own lips. He’d had a sweet drink on his way home -- or maybe Makoto was talking in a general sense. Who knows.       Feeling him press against his chest, hands came from hips to reach around and rub his back. A sore subject was brought up, but it was better than doing something stupid like -- hiding his appointments from Hanamiya. Or not telling him the results. Which he was doing now, but he would tell him later. “Let’s move to the couch?”

I could watch this the whole day. 

                               socksenpai     moriyamatheplayer 

               “Oh I see.” He replied. “Don’t you have an appointment this afternoon?” He usually had one on this day… Unfortunately that was also a perfect reminder of what Hanamiya did to him and why he could never say sorry for it. Ah I want to go for a run.

     He wouldn't lie, and Makoto knew anyway, that he still was a little foggy on the details of autism. "Maybe he was just acting out with you?" he asked, finally pulling his face away from Makoto's neck so he could properly look at him. But when he did, he got the feeling of -- I want to kiss him -- again. So he did, leaning in and pressing his lips against his briefly.       "I already went," Teppei admitted as he nuzzled his nose against him -- overly affectionate. He didn't like talking about the appointments with him, because he was the reason he went to them. Even after all this time, it felt like he as rubbing it in his face. 

               “So, what are you doing home so early, not that I’m complaining.” It was definitely better with Kiyoshi here, he wouldn’t be stewing over the stupid comments that kid made now. He was really thinking that he should start going with Teppei to his appointments.

     He nodded his head a little bit. "Aren't they usually?" he asked, a little rudely as he laughed a bit. It still surprised him that Makoto was actually doing tutoring like that. He moved his hands over his hips, rubbing little circles against his shirt with his thumbs. "Do you want to talk about it?"      Teppei would have rather talked about that over him being home early. "I left school early," he commented, nuzzling his nose into him and pecking another kiss. 

               He looked unsure. Makoto could understand why Teppei didn’t want to bring negativity to him. But he wasn’t asking that; he was merely saying that if something upset Teppei he should say instead of hiding behind a false mask of happiness. “Well, sometimes when people are too happy… to me it feels that the sensation is not always genuine but covering up pain.” Hanamiya provided. “So if you have a shit day, I’d like to know about it. You’re allowed to feel disappointed in things. You don’t want to cuddle because you feel off, I’d like to know. I think I’ve forced enough of myself and my ideas on you in the past.”

     Sometimes he did do that -- especially when it was concerning his knee and he was around Makoto, so he understood at the explanation. He didn't want him to hide his feelings, he wanted him to let him know what he was thinking. Teppei would still rather be happy around him, but that didn't change that he was understanding what he was getting at. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I'll try doing that from now on," he agreed. "If I can catch myself. Probably . ."

               Makoto stretched up to kiss him; it wasn’t that he wanted to hurt Teppei no. He’d already done that; he’d done so much of that in the past. He’d fucked Teppei’s knee for good, even surgery made it barely usable. And that was all because Teppei was something Hanamiya was deeply envious of for a lot of reasons. “No. But I would like you to share your negativities with me, your anger. Things that you find unpleasant.” Kiyoshi was allowed to dislike things, to say that he disliked them.

     The kiss was a little bit of a surprise, but wasn't at all unwanted. His hands pressed against the small of Makoto's back, he kept his face turned down towards him. That was an odd thing for him to request -- why would you want to know what made someone upset? Why would you want to know what someone finds unpleasant? " . . Why?" He didn't pause in voicing his confusion. "I'd rather be happy around you."

It wan’t that he let himself feel weak, it just happened. Makoto didn’t know how to explain it. Teppei was consistent – he’d been like this as long as Hanamiya had known him – in fact – he wasn’t even sure why the other male had gotten with him, it was so weird. “I can’t help it, just like you can’t help whatever it is you’re doing.”

     "Well if you can't help it and I can't help it, we seem to be at a standstill? Yeah?" Teppei kept his arms around him and tilted his head to the side a little bit. He was thinking about what Makoto seemed to want -- after all, if he wanted him to feel vulnerable around him and made jokes at his expense . . "Do you want to hurt me?" he asked, probably a little out of nowhere since it had been a question to come from his own thoughts and not really much to do with where the conversation had gone.