#charizardlikeschez

Settling down in his room, Eijun sighed in relief. All their boxes had been put away, and all that was left of the move was organizing everything. Looking around his room, he groaned when he realized that his desk had yet to be put together. He could just imagine Miyuki’s stupid voice in his head, “bakamura, you still haven’t remembered to build your desk, tsk tsk~” He could even see the stupid wagging finger which only caused Eijun to feel even more annoyed, pushing him to stand up.

Luckily, his saviour—or at least Youichi—walked into his room, just as Eijun beginning stumbling upright. “Kyahaha, Bakamura, you’re still not done setting your desk? Honestly…” Never mind, Youichi was just as bad as Miyuki, except he was actually here instead of just in Eijun’s head.

Glaring, Eijun did his best to stop from shouting, but unfortunately for his body he failed. “Mochi-senpai!! That’s not fair! You’re not done either, I saw your closet organizer still in the box!” But looking at Youichi, who was giving him a death glare, Eijun began slowly backing away. His luck was in his favour though, as Youichi wasn’t able to come near Eijun due to all the boxes blocking his way. Playfully, Eijun stuck his tongue out at Youichi, teasing him, yet quickly shouted when the other boy all but jumped over his things to reach Eijun.

As Youichi almost tackled Eijun to the floor, he pouted, trying to use his more childish behaviour to calm Youichi down. When that didn’t work and instead Youichi just pulled him into a headlock, Eijun smirked, allowing himself to slip into his more seductive side.

When Youichi finally let him go, instead of dropping and scrambling away like usual, Eijun turned around, facing Youichi. He placed his left palm flat on Youichi’s chest, leaning closer into Youichi’s face.

Pressing his forehead against Youichi, he smirked, “Ne~ Mochi-senpai, think you could help me with building the desk?” Seeing the blush forming on Youichi, Eijun’s smirk grew. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, Eijun backed away, turning around to face his box of baseball supplies.

He squealed when Youichi’s arms suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against Youichi. He shivered when Youichi growled in his ear.

“Don’t you dare mess with me Sawamura…you don’t know what you unleashed…”

Turning around in Youichi’s embrace, Eijun smirked, pushing Youichi back against the wall, “why Mochi-senpai, what gave you the idea that you had control here.” He leaned in closer, pushing his face even more into Youichi’s he smiled. Resting his hands on Youichi’s face, He pressed his lips against Youichi. Youichi responded with just as much fervour, both of them smiling into the kiss.

Pulling away, Eijun rested his head against Youichi’s forehead, panting lightly. A little mind blown by it, Eijun stood somewhat blankly, however, Youichi began laughing at Eijun.

“Guess I’m just that good at kissing?” He smirked at Eijun who began scowling playfully, punching Youichi in the shoulder.

“Well, that’s why you’re mine, and mine alone.” Eijun smirked slightly, before sauntering away towards the rest of his things, ready to get back into setting his room straight . But before he could take more then two steps, his arm was yanked back and Youichi’s hot, searing lips were smashed into his own, before being abruptly pushed away.

Kuramochi let out a long sigh. He had been looking forward to this day, but didn’t expect it to be like this. Winter break was half over and, as promised, Ryou-san had come to visit him. His mom and the old geezer had left to visit some family friends for the weekend, leaving the apartment to Kuramochi and Ryou-san for the night.

‘Is it a girlfriend? Well then we have to meet them!’ His mother had said.

‘About time you brought a girl to show us,’ his grandfather had chimed in.

‘S-s-s-shut up! It’s just a senpai from the baseball team!’­ Kuramochi stuttered as he ushered them out the door, sporting a bright pink blush that covered his cheeks.

One day he would have the courage to tell his family about Ryou-san and their relationship. But for now, he just wanted to spend as much time as he could with Ryou-san before the other graduated. Which leads to their current situation. They just finished dinner and moved to his room, deciding to watch a movie before turning in for the night. Well, that was the plan. But so far they hadn’t even compromised on a movie to watch.

“‘The Godfather’ is a classic! You can’t beat the classics Ryou-san!”

“I’m not trying to beat the classics, Youichi. I’m saying I prefer horror movies. They’re creepy and entertaining,” Ryou-san countered.

“But why ‘The Conjuring’?”

“Because it’s based on a true story, so it makes it even more creepy and entertaining.”

“T-true story?”

“Mm-hmm. The Perron family was haunted by a ghost named Bathsheba Sherman. Bethsheba was a woman who was suspected of being a witch when a baby mysteriously died in her care. Supposedly, she stabbed the child’s skull with a large sewing needle and people believed it was because she was sacrificing the child to the devil. Years later, the Perron family moved into the farm house Bethsheba once lived in. One day the mother, Carolyn Perron, was laying on the couch and suddenly felt a muscle spasm in her calf and saw blood. She couldn’t find anything that could’ve pricked her so Lorraine Warren, one of the paranormal investigators, figured Bathsheba must have taken the needle with her to the afterlife and is now haunting the family who have invaded her home.”

Kuramochi’s face paled as he looked down at the DVD case. Based on a true story? No, he refused. Absolutely not. He’s supposed to be the man of the house. There’s no way he was going to let Ryou-san know he couldn’t handle these kinds of films. Monsters movies? Fine. Supernatural and ghosts? Not too bad. It was all fake anyway, right? But once Kuramochi learned the events of scary movies were real, he would lose sleep for the next couple of nights. Why, of all genres, did Ryou-san have to like horror the best?

Maybe he could convince Ryou-san to reconsider. “But why not ‘The Godfather’? It’s iconic. The plot, Al Pacino, the soundtrack, Al Pacino, action and drama, Al Pacino. What more could you want?”

“That sounds very convincing Youichi.”

“It’s about honour, family and justice. But it’s also dark with violence, guns and deceit. It’s heartwrenching watching Vito cry over Sonny’s death. And Al Pacino plays Michael so well! He does nothing to make you like him, even his own sister calls him a cold-hearted bastard. But that’s exactly why his acting was amazing! You take the shady people of America that no one would spare a second glance, and create a story about them so brilliant that people are still talking about it years later. In other countries even!”

“Still don’t want to watch it.”

“It’s literally called one of the greatest films in world cinema and won ‘Best Picture’ at the Academy Awards when it came out in ‘72! That sounds way more impressive than some ghost story. And I mean, come on. Do you really think that family was actually haunted by a ghost? Like why would they willingly live in a haunted house?”

“The person selling the home never told them that it was haunted. But, when they moved in, just before he left the family, the seller told the father, ‘…leave the lights on at night.’ Of course, the film is a lot more exaggerated. In the movie, they actually see the spirits in the house and the mother gets possessed and almost killed her own daughters. Bethsheba even haunts a doll to try to kill the Warrens’ child. It’s pretty dark and daunting. Lots of screaming and fear all around. Doesn’t that make you want to watch it?”

Kuramochi vigorously shook his head. “…No. No, not really.”

“Well I do.”

“‘The Godfather’ is a better choice.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Yes it is.”

“Is.”

“Isn’t.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Okay, clearly this isn’t going anywhere.”

“Clearly.”

“So we’re just going to have to do something to settle this.”

“Like…?”

“Like…janken?” Kuramochi suggested.

Ryousuke paused to consider. If Kuramochi had been paying closer attention, he would’ve noticed the little smirk on Ryou-san’s face. “How about we arm wrestle?”

Kuramochi knitted his eyebrows. “…Arm wrestle?” he questioned.

“That’s right. Arm wrestle. We watch the winner’s movie choice,” Ryou-san answered. He showed no signs of worry, so he must’ve been confident that he could win.

But that confidence didn’t scare Kuramochi. “Alright, you’re on Ryou-san.” He grinned really wide. Ryou-san may have beaten up Haruichi’s bullies when he was younger, but he himself was an ex-delinquent who got caught up in fights frequently. When it came to his strength, he wasn’t worried. This would be an easy win. “One second. I should have a table around here somewhere…” and off he went in search for the small table he kept in his room. He found it at the back of his closet and placed it in the space between his bed and the television. He crossed his legs and settled down on one side of the table. “How about best 2 out of 3?”

“No, no. That’s not necessary. Just one game is all we need,” Ryou-san replied as he kneeled down across from Kuramochi. Still no wavering in his resolve.

Kuramochi shrugged. “Alright then, if that’s what you want.” He thought that he could at least pretend to play nice and give Ryou-san a chance, but if Ryou-san refused himself then Kuramochi wouldn’t argue. Sorry Ryou-san, but I don’t plan on going easy. He placed his elbow onto the table, arm outstretched and ready. Ryou-san mimicked Kuramochi’s actions and placed his hand into Kuramochi’s. They gripped each other’s hand tightly and placed their other hands onto the table for support. They smiled at each other. “Ready, Ryou-san?”

Ryousuke nodded. “On the count of 3?” He suggested.

“Okay. On my count,” Kuramochi agreed. “One, two, thr—” He never was able to finish the count, for Ryou-san had pushed himself up and across the table to place a chaste kiss on Kuramochi’s lips. Dazed from the kiss, he didn’t realize Ryou-san had already pushed over their arms.

Ryousuke’s smirk made its way back onto his face. “I win.”

Kuramochi shook his head out of the surprise and looked down at their hands. And sure enough, their arms were laid on the table, Ryou-san’s on top. Baffled, Kuramochi began to sputter, unsure of what to say or do in this situation. “B-but…y-y-you…that…wh-what…how?”

Ryousuke brought his free hand up to his face to lean against his arm, completely amused with the confused Kuramochi in front of him. “Youichi, you need to use your words.”

Kuramochi snapped his head up to Ryou-san’s face and pointed. “You! You cheated!” Was his blushing face from anger or embarrassment? Probably both, he couldn’t tell.

“Oh? Did I?”

“You distracted me!”

“We never said we couldn’t.”

“One more! That one didn’t count!”

“Nope. We agreed to one match. Winner take all.”

“But you kissed me!”

“You don’t want me to?”

“No! …I-I mean, yeah. No. Yes? Th-that doesn’t matter right now! This and that are 2 different things! You’re not allowed to distract me!”

“Youichi, stop being a poor sport. You lost. Accept it. We’re watching ‘The Conjuring’.” Ryou-san let go of Kuramochi’s hand and stood up from the table to get the DVD.

Kuramochi groaned and slammed his head against the table. He should’ve seen this coming. Begrudgingly, he moved to the bed and waited for Ryou-san to setup the movie. He wrapped the blanket around his body, bracing himself for what was to come. What he didn’t expect, was Ryou-san coming back from the television and sitting in his lap. Ryou-san leaned back until he was flush against Kuramochi, acting like that was the most natural thing in the world. Ryou-san’s face never turned away from the television screen so Kuramochi couldn’t even tell what he was thinking. He just stared at Ryou-san in disbelief.

“Youichi, it’s cold.”

That got Kuramochi to smile. He wrapped his arms around Ryou-san so the blanket covered the both of them. “If you wanted to cuddle, you can just say so.”

“I’m just giving you an excuse to hold me tightly and hide your eyes when you get too scared,” Ryou-san replied. The smile on Kuramochi’s face never left faster. Right, the movie. Before Kuramochi could internally freak out, Ryousuke spoke up. “Don’t worry Youichi. We’ll have time for that later when you have trouble sleeping tonight.” Kuramochi hid the small blush on his face in Ryou-san’s hair. Ryou-san was just too cool, he’d probably never be able to keep up. But he really didn’t mind all that much. Kuramochi smiled as he placed a small kiss on Ryou-san’s head and turned to face the television as well.