some nerd

Name: Kelsey/Sparky/Baron

Gender/Pronouns: gender fluid, female-leaning, any pronouns are okay, she/her by default

Birthday: September 23 - Libra (⁠✿ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Age: 38 (If that makes you uncomfortable, that's fine, you are more than welcome to leave. Please don't give me a hard time for being in a fandom at my age, I am also allowed to have interests.)

Some Fun Facts:

-I work in a morgue

-I'm married and have a son

-I stopped writing fanfiction for like 10+ years, but I'm back and stronger than ever ✨

-I'm here to be your internet mom

-In case you couldn't tell, I'm a huge fan of Kuzuhina and Fuyuhiko in particular

-I'm also a huge anime nerd lol, my favorite is the original Shaman King series

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I post a lot of short fics here with the tag "sparky writes"

Fuyuhiko's heart was racing and he mentally chided himself. He couldn't believe how nervous he felt. It's not like this was his first time with Hajime, after all. They had had sex plenty of times before, and Fuyuhiko hadn't really gotten nervous since the first time.

So he wasn't sure why he felt so anxious as Hajime bent him over the table, running his hands over Fuyuhiko's slender hips.

The two of them had been assigned the same task, cleaning up the hotel restaurant after dinner. Cleaning took longer than usual, since both of them kept aggressively flirting instead of focusing on their chore. Now it was well after dark, and Hajime had apparently reached his limit, yanking Fuyuhiko over to the nearest table and grinding against him from behind.

“I want you,” the brunette breathed into his lover's ear, hands already wandering over his body.

Fuyuhiko couldn't help but smirk, feeling his boyfriend's obvious excitement pressing up against him. “Mmm… I can tell.”

“Don't act like you aren't just as horny as me,” Hajime snorted, reaching down to palm the other boy's erection through his pants.

The blonde let out a soft noise, pushing his ass back against Hajime's cock. “I never said I wasn't.”

Hajime happily began grinding against his boyfriend, leaning in to kiss and bite his neck. After only a few minutes, however, it wasn't enough anymore.

“Nn, fuck… Take me back to your place and fuck me already,” Fuyuhiko demanded, bracing his hands on the table so that he could press harder against Hajime.

The taller boy grabbed his waist, forcefully bending him over the table. “Why don't we just fuck right here?”

Fuyuhiko's eyes widened slightly and he glanced around the restaurant. They had never had sex in such an open, public area before. They had fooled around in various places around the island, sure, but something about going all the way here felt even more dangerous, more taboo.

It also had him achingly hard.

“...Fine, but if we get caught, I'm gonna kill you,” Fuyuhiko finally replied. His threat probably would have been more effective if he wasn't still grinding against his boyfriend's dick.

Hajime easily accepted that risk, hands already working on unbuttoning Fuyuhiko's pants. He tugged the fabric down, making a noise low in his throat as his boyfriend's perfect ass was revealed. “God, your body is so sexy.”

The yakuza heir cast a smirk over his shoulder, wiggling his hips a bit. “Touch me already, dumbass.”

Immediately, Hajime's hands were on his hips, caressing his soft skin. He moved to cup Fuyuhiko's ass, kneading and squeezing the round cheeks. His fingers trailed along the cleft of his lover's ass, down to brush against his entrance.

Fuyuhiko let out a breathy moan, eyes fluttering closed. He arched his back, presenting himself to his partner, legs spreading compliantly. As nervous as he was about getting caught, his desire for Hajime to fuck him was much, much stronger.

He felt Hajime's thumbs spread his cheeks apart. The taller boy groaned softly, eyes trained on his prize. “Such a pretty little hole. Still can't believe this is all mine…”

Biting his lip, Fuyuhiko glanced back at him. “Mmm… All yours… So hurry up…”

Hajime's eyes flicked up to meet his briefly before returning to his entrance. He seemed to be considering something for a moment, before abruptly dropping to his knees.

Caught off guard, Fuyuhiko craned his neck to look back at his boyfriend. “H-Hajime?”

“Sorry, I just wanted a closer look,” the brunette murmured, gazing intently at his lover's hole.

Fuyuhiko was beginning to feel a little self-conscious. “Quit staring, jackass,” he hissed, feeling his entrance twitch under his boyfriend's scrutiny. “Just touch me already!”

Hajime let out a low chuckle. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, not sounding sorry at all. “It just looks so good, that's all…” Without warning, he leaned in, dragging his tongue gently over Fuyuhiko's entrance.

The blonde yelped in surprise, fingers digging into the edge of the table. “W-What the fuck?!”

Pausing, Hajime looked up at him. “Uh… was that okay?”

Fuyuhiko looked back at him incredulously. “It… Why would you… Ngh…” He wasn't sure how to react. He had never experienced something like that before, and it seemed really strange and dirty.

…But it felt amazing.

“Was that too weird? Do you want me to stop?” Hajime asked him seriously.

Fuyuhiko considered it for a moment, still a little perturbed by the new experience, but his arousal won out in the end. “...You can do it again. If you want.”

There was a brief pause, but then Hajime leaned in again. More cautiously than before, he dragged his tongue over his lover's hole.

This time, without the element of surprise, Fuyuhiko was able to appreciate the sensation. Being licked in such a sensitive area felt unbelievably good, dirty but in the best possible way. An involuntary tremor went through his body.

Hajime froze again. “Baby?”

Flushed with pleasure and shame, Fuyuhiko shook his head. “Nnh… It's fine… Keep going.”

His boyfriend hesitated for just a moment before continuing. This time, the tip of Hajime's tongue circled his hole before broadly caressing the twitching muscles.

Fuyuhiko let out a shaky moan, eyelids fluttering. “F-Fuck… That feels… so…”

“You like it?” Feeling more confident, Hajime began licking him continuously, lathing his tongue over the tight opening.

Moaning his affirmation, Fuyuhiko pressed back against his lover's tongue. The sensation was still a bit strange, but it felt amazing. He bit his lip, ecstasy coursing through his body.

Hajime lapped and sucked at the rim of his hole, spurred on by the pleasured moans pouring out of Fuyuhiko's mouth. The blonde squirmed on the table and Hajime grabbed his hips to hold him in place as his tongue pressed insistently against his entrance.

Fuyuhiko's grip on the table tightened as his lover's tongue began to push inside of him. “Ngh, holy shit… Hajime…!”

Groaning softly, Hajime licked into his boyfriend's hole, completely overwhelming him with ecstasy. One of his hands released Fuyuhiko's hip, moving instead to grasp his leaking cock, stroking him slowly in time with Hajime's tongue.

The blonde writhed helplessly, rocking desperately into Hajime's touch. His eyelids fluttered, eyes unfocused, lost in a haze of pleasure. He could feel a familiar heat coiling in his belly. “Fffuck… You're gonna make me… fuckin' cum…!”

Hajime let out a low chuckle, withdrawing his tongue just long enough to answer. “Yeah? You like being eaten out like this, huh?” Before Fuyuhiko could respond, Hajime's tongue was inside of him again.

A keening moan tore out of Fuyuhiko's throat. He wanted to respond, to snap at his boyfriend or try to explain himself or just demand more, but he couldn't. He was completely at Hajime's mercy, helplessly grinding backwards in an attempt to get more of that torturous tongue.

He reached one hand back to grasp his own ass, spreading himself open shamelessly. He tried to moan out a warning, to tell his lover how close to the edge he was, but then Hajime's tongue slipped even deeper and it was all over.

Fuyuhiko cried out loudly, writhing against Hajime's face as his climax crashed over him, hard. His cum spilled over Hajime's fingers as his hole clenched tight around his invading tongue.

Finally, he collapsed on the table, chest heaving. Hajime carefully withdrew his tongue and climbed to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Mmh… Was that good?”

Tired gold eyes looked back at him. “...Stupid fuckin' question,” Fuyuhiko mumbled, body completely limp.

Hajime smiled, leaning down to kiss his neck. “Well then, I'll have to keep that in mind.” His lips trailed up to Fuyuhiko's ear. “My cute little boyfriend likes having his cute little ass eaten,” he purred quietly.

Fuyuhiko clenched his jaw, feeling his cock twitch in response. “S-Shut up,” he grumbled, shoving his hips back against Hajime's neglected erection. “Quit being gross and just fuck me already, dumbass.”

The brunette chuckled again, but he was already fumbling to get his pants unbuttoned. “Whatever you want.”

A sharp, metallic scent hit Hajime's nose, making him pause. His brow furrowed as he regarded the hallway in front of him, trying to determine which direction the smell was coming from.

He couldn't quite place what the scent was. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but it was familiar in a way that made Hajime oddly uneasy.

Against his better judgement, he began following the smell. He knew that he recognized it from somewhere, but he still couldn't tell what it was. Rounding a corner, the reason for his familiarity and unease suddenly clicked.

Bright pink blood was pooling on the ground and spattered across the wall. The source was obvious, a figure slumped against the wall in the center of all the gore, someone with long, dark hair stained pink with their own blood.

Hajime knew that figure. His own blood turned to ice in his veins as recognition set in.

Sato.

His horror only grew as he regarded the person standing over her. A boy, from the looks of him, a good head shorter than Hajime with buzzed blonde hair. He was holding an aluminum baseball bat, dripping with blood.

When Hajime entered the hallway, the boy whipped around to face him, eyes wild. Hajime knew that he hadn't met this boy - he would remember a face like that - but he still felt oddly familiar. Blonde hair, golden eyes, a smattering of freckles across his nose, a permanent scowl…

Hajime's eyes widened. He looks like Natsumi.

He remembered Natsumi talking about her brother, the heir to the Kuzuryu clan. She had always talked rather highly about him, so Hajime had pictured someone big, tough, impressive. Not someone so…

Pretty.

Hajime blinked, startled by his own train of thought. Was this really the time to be checking someone out? After all, from the looks of things, the boy (Kuzuryu?) had just done something horrific, and-

“Hey,” a shaky growl interrupted his thoughts. “I don't know who the fuck you are, but if you know what's good for you, you're gonna walk away and forget what you just fuckin' saw.”

Swallowing hard, Hajime considered the scene before him. His classmate was motionless on the ground, covered in blood, and this boy was clearly her assailant. Hajime couldn't tell if Sato was alive or not, but either way, he couldn't exactly let Kuzuryu get away with this.

But the thought of standing up to him was terrifying. Kuzuryu was pretty intimidating for someone so small, and knowing that he had a whole yakuza clan to back him up just made Hajime's fear that much worse. Telling the authorities would probably put Kuzuryu in jail, sure, but what sort of retaliation would Hajime have to face?

As he was weighing his options, his eyes locked with Kuzuryu’s, and he was startled by the expression on the blonde's face. Kuzuryu looked like he was going through a whirlwind of different emotions. Grief and rage were both obvious in his sharp, golden eyes, and it made Hajime pause.

“...Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

Kuzuryu just stared back for a moment, apparently caught off guard, but then his glare returned and his grip on the bat tightened. “What the fuck kind of question is that?! What about this situation looks ‘okay’ to you?!”

Hajime held his hands up defensively, eyeing the bat in the blonde's hand. “R-Right… But, um…” His gaze returned to the other boy's piercing golden eyes. “...You're Natsumi’s brother, right?”

That was apparently the wrong question, based on how Kuzuryu bristled. “How do you know that name?”

“We were friends,” Hajime quickly explained, hoping he wasn't just digging himself a deeper hole. “I'm… I'm really sorry for what happened to her.”

The blonde clenched his jaw, his inner turmoil still barely concealed. His gaze flicked down to Sato's lifeless body. “...Not as sorry as this bitch,” he mumbled, before turning away and rubbing his free hand over his face. “...Fuck. I'm such a shitty fuckin' brother.”

Hajime's brow furrowed. “That's not what Natsumi thought. She always talked really highly about you.”

Kuzuryu glared at him again, but his rosy cheeks seemed just a bit pinker. “I couldn't protect her, though, jackass. And even now, I avenged her, but I don't… It doesn't feel…” He let out a frustrated growl and tossed the bat aside. It clattered against the ground before settling next to Sato's body.

Feeling a little braver now that the other boy wasn't armed, Hajime took a cautious step forward. He had no idea why he was actually getting closer to a possible murderer, but his body just moved on its own. “...Do you really think vengeance is the right path?”

The blonde looked up at him like he was stupid. “What kinda question is that? It doesn't matter what the ‘right’ path is. I had to avenge her. It's my fucking duty.” His words were resolute, but his eyes still looked conflicted.

Hajime didn't really know what to say to that. He wasn't too familiar with yakuza customs, besides what he had learned from Natsumi, but it sounded like an obligation they would have. “But… What do you do now?”

Kuzuryu took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “Now I get the fuck out of here before someone finds this bitch’s body.” He lunged forward to grab Hajime by the tie and glared up at his face. “But first I have to deal with any fuckin' witnesses.”

Panic set in again and Hajime instinctively grabbed Kuzuryu’s wrist. He hurriedly shook his head, eyes wide. “I-I won't say anything to anyone, I swear! Like I said, Natsumi was my friend!”

The blonde didn't seem convinced. He yanked on Hajime's tie, pulling him down to eye-level, so he could study him more closely. “Natsumi didn't have any friends,” Kuzuryu growled, scanning Hajime's features. “...But she did mention some guy in her class that she didn't hate, which is a pretty big compliment from her.”

Hajime's heart skipped a beat, but then the ache set in. He was happy to hear that Natsumi had actually liked him enough to mention him at home, but it just made him miss her that much more.

Kuzuryu abruptly released his tie, allowing him to stand up. “Fine, get the hell out of here. But if I find out you squealed to the cops, you're fuckin' dead, you hear me?”

The brunette nodded frantically. “I promise, I won't say a word.” The idea of covering up such a heinous crime made Hajime feel awful, but it also felt like his best chance at self preservation.

The two of them locked eyes for a moment longer before Kuzuryu turned to leave. A strange feeling of panic shot through Hajime again, but it was different from before. This almost felt like… he didn't want Kuzuryu to go?

“Wait!” he called out before he could stop himself.

The blonde stopped, turning to glare at him. “What?”

Hajime didn't know what to say. Why didn't he want Kuzuryu to leave? Why would he call out to him like that? Why would he extend this frankly terrifying encounter?

“...Can I have your phone number?”

Silence fell over the hallway. Both of them were shocked by Hajime's bold request, which had seemingly come out of nowhere. Kuzuryu’s cheeks flushed, and he looked like he didn't know how to respond.

Hajime couldn't blame him, really. He didn't know how to respond, either.

Finally, the blonde turned away again. “No.” He took a step away from the crime scene before pausing again. “...But maybe I'll see you around.” With that, he began quickly walking away.

Hajime stayed frozen to the spot, trying to process his own stupid train of thought. Why had he thought it would be a good idea to ask a yakuza who literally just killed someone for his number?!

It had to be some kind of trauma response, Hajime decided, eyes drifting back down to Sato. The sense of horror began to set in as the scent of blood hit his nose again. He had been so distracted by Kuzuryu that he had forgotten what a fucked up situation he was in now.

Swallowing hard, Hajime turned and began to run the other way. He had a difficult choice to make after this. He could alert the authorities and wind up on the Kuzuryu Clan’s bad side, or he could keep his mouth shut and live with the guilt of covering up Sato's murder.

Either way, he was fucked.

“You're so fucking perfect, baby, so tight. You're so good for me, taking my cock so well.”

If someone had told Fuyuhiko that Hajime was really into dirty talk before they had started sleeping together, he wouldn't have believed it. He didn't seem like the type. He was much too mild-mannered, too considerate of his partner.

After months of dating, however, Fuyuhiko had become very, very familiar with the filthy words that came out of Hajime's mouth in the middle of sex.

It had been jarring, at first, because he hadn't expected it at all. He had assumed that Hajime was the type to whisper sweet nothings during sex, practically worshipping his lover.

And he wasn't necessarily wrong. Hajime would often praise him while making love, telling him how amazing he was and how much he loved him.

But sometimes the mood was different. Sometimes the two of them were too heated, too hungry for sweet sentiments. That was when Hajime's penchant for dirty talk came into play.

The first time it happened was during a particularly passionate evening. Fuyuhiko had been teasing his boyfriend for hours, so when Hajime was finally buried inside of him, all of that frustration came pouring out.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” Hajime growled against Fuyuhiko's ear, hips snapping forward in a quick rhythm. “This is what you really wanted, isn't it? For me to fuck your tight little ass?”

Fuyuhiko knew now that that was pretty mild for Hajime, but at the time, he had found the words completely unexpected and unbelievably hot. He had moaned out some nonsensical response, rocking desperately into each of Hajime's thrusts.

Afterwards, he had asked about the sudden dirty talk. Hajime had seemed a little surprised himself, as though he hadn't even realized what he said. “I'm sorry, was that weird? Did it bother you?”

“Fuck no,” Fuyuhiko assured him, legs still locked around his waist. “Say hot shit like that more often.”

From there, Hajime's dirty talk slowly became more frequent. He gradually introduced more filthy terminology, often mixing in praises or name-calling. Fuyuhiko was ashamed about how much he enjoyed his boyfriend's degradation. The first time Hajime had called him a whore, he came embarrassingly fast.

At first, he had questioned his body's response to Hajime's words. Should he really be getting off on being insulted? Should some simple dirty words affect him this much?

But honestly, at this point, Fuyuhiko couldn't imagine their sex life without dirty talk. It had become a constant, a staple of their physical relationship. Every sexual act seemed ten times hotter when Hajime started talking dirty.

“God, you look so good on your knees. Open that pretty mouth for me, baby. Let me put it to good use.”

“You want my cock, don't you? Then why don't you beg for it, like a good little slut?”

“Mmm, fuck, baby… You always feel so good… Fit me so fucking perfect…”

As shameful as it was, Fuyuhiko absolutely loved it. His boyfriend knew how to drive him crazy with words alone, and Fuyuhiko was more than happy to go along with it. He loved Hajime, and he loved Hajime's dirty mouth.

***

When he first started dating Fuyuhiko, Hajime didn't have many expectations. He was just so happy that the other boy returned his feelings, he didn't dare to presume that anything else was going to happen.

The first time they had sex, Hajime considered himself extremely fortunate. He had thought about it, certainly, and it was definitely something he had hoped for, but he never just assumed that it would happen. It was a very welcome surprise.

So he hadn't had many expectations of what sex with Fuyuhiko would be like. He had fantasized about a few different scenarios and details, but he didn't know what would actually happen. The only thing he really assumed was that it would feel amazing (and he was right).

One thing he was definitely not prepared for, however, was just how loud Fuyuhiko would be. The first time they slept together, the blonde's moans had drowned out any other noises. Hajime couldn't hear himself, or the bed creaking, or skin slapping against skin. All he could hear was how much Fuyuhiko was enjoying himself.

And god, was that hot.

Fuyuhiko's noises quickly became one of Hajime's favorite aspects of sex. It seemed like the yakuza heir was completely unable to control himself when he felt good. He would moan and whine and plead so loudly, and it turned Hajime on so fucking much.

“Ngh… fuck! Deeper, Hajime, please…! Mmn, holy shit…”

Hajime absolutely loved it. He loved spreading his lover out on the bed and doing everything in his power to make him fall apart. The sight and sound of his tough, put-together boyfriend losing control beneath him never failed to get him off. Even just thinking about Fuyuhiko's wanton moans had him rock hard.

“F-Fuck… You're so… fuckin' big… Hah… Oh my god… Right fuckin' there!”

Hajime always told his boyfriend how much he loved his moans, too. He would often take the time to tell Fuyuhiko how gorgeous he looked, and how sexy his desperate noises were. The response he got was typically angry, but even that felt hot in the moment.

The sounds Fuyuhiko made during climax were even better. He would let out such sweet, keening moans, arching off the bed and clamping down on Hajime's cock. Even if the brunette wasn't already on the verge of coming, seeing and hearing his lover's orgasm got him there every time.

Honestly, the only thing Hajime loved more than Fuyuhiko's moans was Fuyuhiko himself. He wouldn't trade his boyfriend for the world.

Hajime had never thought much about freckles before. They were interesting, in a way - little dots of pigmentation caused by genetics or the sun - but he had never really considered them attractive. To be fair, he wouldn't consider them unattractive, either. They just were.

Maybe it was because Hajime didn't really know anyone with freckles, and therefore hadn't seen many of them. Maybe he would have had a greater appreciation for them if he had been exposed to them more. Whatever the reason, Hajime hadn't considered freckles much at all.

So he wasn't really sure why he was so fascinated by Fuyuhiko's freckles.

He had noticed them when they first met, of course. Fuyuhiko had an adorable smattering of freckles over his cheeks and nose. Hajime had idly acknowledged how cute they looked (not out loud, he didn't want to die), but he hadn't really thought about them past that.

As time went on, however, he found himself thinking about Fuyuhiko's freckles more frequently. During breakfast at the restaurant, he would often catch himself staring at the blonde's face, admiring his cute dusting of freckles. When they spent time in the sun, he would idly wonder if Fuyuhiko's freckles would get darker.

The first time they had gotten a free day, someone had suggested going to the beach, and Hajime's thoughts had immediately gone to Fuyuhiko. He had never seen the yakuza heir without a shirt, and he couldn't help wondering if he had more freckles hidden beneath his clothes. He was horrified by his own curiosity, however, and quickly pushed those thoughts away.

It ended up being a moot point, anyway, because Fuyuhiko hadn't gone to the beach with them. Hajime wasn't sure why he felt so disappointed.

After several weeks on the island, though, Fuyuhiko finally began to come out of his shell. He spent more time with the other students, and especially with Hajime. It actually felt like they were becoming pretty close, and that thought made Hajime feel warm and happy.

The next time someone suggested a beach day, Fuyuhiko finally agreed to join the group. Hajime couldn't help getting excited, both about spending the day with his friend, and about the opportunity to see if he had more freckles.

…That’s a weird thing to think, Hajime realized, wincing.

Knowing that didn't make him any less curious about Fuyuhiko's body, however. He felt ashamed by how excited he was to see the blonde in a swimsuit.

Hajime was one of the first people on the beach that day, helping to set up towels and beach umbrellas. The others went running into the water as soon as they were done, but Hajime stayed on shore, anxiously looking up whenever someone new joined the group.

“Fuyuhiko is on his way,” Chiaki told him, sitting beside him on the beach towel.

The brunette looked at her in dismay, cheeks flushed. “Oh, uh… Okay. Why would you-”

Chiaki cut him off with a giggle. “You're not as subtle as you think, Hajime.”

Hajime furrowed his brow, but before he could say anything, he was distracted by two new people walking onto the beach. He vaguely registered how stunning Peko looked in her black bikini, but his attention was quickly commanded by the diminutive blonde at her side.

Fuyuhiko was wearing a pair of white swim trunks, leaving him bare from the waist up. He was lean, toned but not muscular, thin but not scrawny. Hajime couldn't help but stare, eyes tracing every detail. As he got closer, Hajime finally spotted what he was looking for.

Freckles. Fuyuhiko's shoulders were dusted with cute, brown freckles, matching the ones on his face. The freckles continued down his chest and arms, but they got more sparse as they went. Just a few dotted the skin right above and below his swim trunks, but it was enough to make Hajime's imagination run wild.

A soft laugh beside him drew Hajime's attention and he looked down to see Chiaki watching him with an amused smile. “You should just tell him how you feel.”

“Y-Yeah,” Hajime mumbled awkwardly. He didn't know how to explain to her that he actually had no idea what he was feeling, he just knew that it was centered around those damn freckles. 

He turned his attention back to Fuyuhiko and was startled when their eyes met. The blonde held his gaze for a moment before blushing and looking away, leaving Hajime more confused than ever.

Setting his complicated emotions aside, Hajime decided to try to enjoy the beach with his friends. He spent the next hour or so playing in the water with the others, trying to forget about Fuyuhiko's pretty freckled skin.

…Pretty?

Hajime eventually made his way back up the beach to sit on one of the towels again. He gazed out at the others still running around, a fond smile on his face. Inevitably, though, his eyes sought out Fuyuhiko, curious about what he was up to.

The yakuza heir was lingering near the surf, but not actually going in. In fact, Hajime was fairly certain that Fuyuhiko hadn't gone more than waist-deep into the water all day. He was beginning to wonder if the other boy even knew how to swim.

Before he could think too much about it, however, Fuyuhiko turned and caught his eye again. Both of them blushed, but this time neither of them glanced away.

After a moment, the blonde began marching up the beach towards Hajime, who tried very hard not to panic. Fuyuhiko sat down on the towel beside him and gazed out at the ocean. For a few minutes, neither of them said anything.

“Hey, you bastard,” Fuyuhiko finally spoke, voice surprisingly soft compared to his words. “What's your problem? Why do you keep staring at me?”

Hajime's face felt impossibly hot. He had been staring pretty openly at Fuyuhiko all day, though, so he couldn't exactly deny it. Still, what was he supposed to say to that? Sorry, it's because you have freckles.

Apparently he was taking too long to answer, because Fuyuhiko turned to glare at him. “Well? What's your fuckin' issue?”

The brunette tried desperately to think of something to say, some innocent explanation for why he had been clearly ogling the other boy, but all his brain could come up with was, “...Your freckles are cute.”

Fuyuhiko's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. Silence stretched out between them as they both tried to figure out if Hajime had actually just said something that stupid.

The taller boy frantically tried to come up with some other response that could save the situation, but his brain wouldn't cooperate. “S-Sorry, that's weird to say, I guess, but that's why I was staring… Actually, I think about your freckles a lot…” Hajime cringed, seriously considering drowning himself in the sea.

Red-faced, Fuyuhiko watched him flounder for a while, clearly not sure what to make of the awkward confession. His expression morphed into a glare. “...What the hell are you saying? You better not be making fun of me-”

“I'm not!” Hajime cut him off. As embarrassing as the situation was, he didn't want Fuyuhiko to think that he meant something negative. “I love your freckles!”

Fuyuhiko's eyes got impossibly wide. “You what?!”

Hajime couldn't cringe any harder if he tried, but there was no going back now. Fuck it. “I think your freckles are really cute. I, um, was hoping you'd be here today so I could see if you had more of them.”

The blonde crossed his arms self-consciously. “What the fuck?! Are you some kinda pervert?!”

“No!” Hajime exclaimed, blushing darker. This was going phenomenally badly. He looked away, running a hand through his wet hair in frustration. “Look, I'm sorry for staring. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'll stop.”

“...I didn't say I wanted you to stop.”

Hajime whipped around to look at Fuyuhiko in surprise. The blonde looked absolutely mortified, but he was slowly uncrossing his arms, exposing his freckled chest to the other boy once more.

“Uh… what?” Hajime asked eloquently.

Fuyuhiko wouldn't meet his gaze, but he didn't back down. “You don't… You don't have to stop staring. Just… Be a little less obvious about it, dumbass.”

Hajime felt more confused than ever. “...Less obvious?”

The yakuza heir glared up at him. “Yeah, you're super fuckin’ obvious. Anyone who sees you is gonna notice you eye-fucking me.”

“Eye-fucking?!” Hajime yelped, much too loudly.

“Shut the fuck up!” Fuyuhiko hissed, glancing over at their friends. “You staring is one thing, but I don't need these other bastards joining in.”

Hajime was really lost now. Fuyuhiko was fine with him staring as long as no one else noticed? What did that mean? “...So… You're okay with me looking at your freckles?”

Fuyuhiko gave an exasperated groan. “Oh my god, here-” He suddenly moved forward and crashed his mouth into Hajime's.

The kiss was brief and not exactly romantic, but it was enough to make everything click. “...Oh.”

The blonde glared at him, cheeks bright red. “Dumbass.”

As startled as he was by the sudden kiss, he was even more startled by the realization it brought on. Fuyuhiko liked him. And, more to the point, he liked Fuyuhiko. He really liked Fuyuhiko.

He looked at the yakuza heir in a whole new light, suddenly very aware of why he had become so enamored with his freckles. “...I think you're really cute.”

Fuyuhiko looked like he wanted to punch him. “Will you quit saying dumb shit?!” He glanced at the others again briefly before grabbing Hajime's hand and climbing to his feet. “Come on, clearly we have some shit we need to talk about in private.”

Hajime's eyebrows raised, but he compliantly got up and followed Fuyuhiko away from the beach. He couldn't help noticing the smattering of freckles that trailed down the blonde's back, but this time he didn't feel ashamed for staring.

If he was right about where this conversation was going, he was going to have a lot more opportunities to see all of Fuyuhiko's freckles.