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@ilikebottombunk​ asked: 🥂 for mako?

Makoto was nervous. It’s been so long since he’s been on a date, and currently, he was on his first date with Sousuke. Yeah. His first date. So you can see why his nerves were rocketing sky high. Still, Makoto can’t deny how he felt towards the man. There’s a strong inkling of admiration and fondness for him and a definite likeness towards him. 

“Morning After” starters

“Mn...”

         Makoto stirs slightly as he snuggles himself further into the blanket, still half-asleep despite the other’s complaint.

         A beat passes.

         Two.

         Three.

         And he immediately sits up, a bewildered expression plastered on his already flushing face. Of course, this means his foot is instantly removed from the other’s face without a problem -- so one issue was now resolved. But now there was another issue at hand.

         As the realization of last night’s events overtake his brain, the brunet can’t help but feel extremely humiliated. He doesn’t even really remember how it had all started, just everything that followed afterwards. The sweat, the sounds, the passion...

         He wants to die. 

“S-Sousuke! I-I’m so sorry! I-- -...”

Gou had been so lost in thought that she hadn’t heard her name being called until the hand was pressed on her shoulder. Quickly she’s pulled from what she was thinking about as she looked up at him, bright eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise.

Who is a night owl: Natsuya

Who is a morning person: Sousuke, who gives Natsuya wake-up calls

Are they cuddlers: God, yes. 

Who is the big spoon: Either

Who is the little spoon: Either

What is their favourite sleeping position: Natsuya loves putting his leg over Sousuke’s middle and sleeps comfortably with that man’s arm under his neck even though he KNOWS it makes Sousuke’s arm fall asleep.

Who steals all the blankets: Natsuya, but Sousuke always pulls it back

What they wear to bed: Natsuya goes in with just underwear and socks (psychopath) and Sousuke starts off a little more dressed. Over time, they ultimately end up in underwear only.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Either, but Natsuya steals Sousuke’s clothing

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Natsuya always does, accidentally.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Sousuke 

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Sousuke, so Natsuya threatens him with “an eye for an eye” but won’t let Sousuke know when the punch is coming. It just is. 

Who can’t keep their hands to themself: Natsuya loves to touch that man, dear lord.

Who said “I love you” first: Natsuya 

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Natsuya

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Sousuke

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Natsuya

Who initiated the first kiss: Sousuke 

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Natsuya tries, but Sousuke always wakes up.

Who starts tickle fights: Natsuya, but he gets his ass beat.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Natsuya always wants to hop in with Sou uwu

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Sousuke, because we know Natsuya sucks at prepping lunch for himself 

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Natsuya -- surprisingly. He didn’t think Sousuke would say yes.

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Sousuke always insists on catching and releasing

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Ai still wasn’t entirely sure what to call this - to call them. By now he suspected Sousuke might have feelings, and Ai confirmed it with a kiss, and a touch, and without any part of him being turned away. That, or Sousuke’s keen to take whatever he can get, which...

Maybe doesn’t settle well with him, but considering Ai has grappled with conflicted feelings he still can’t put words to, being able to lazily kiss his best friend to the sound of cicadas outside and an abandoned movie on the laptop in front of them seemed like an okay middle ground. If he thought on it hard enough he might be able to see all the signs - all the silent confirmations he had written away as Sousuke being a very supportive friend - but it was hard to think straight when Sousuke’s hand was moving dubiously lower on his chest, on his stomach.

I’m not sure what this is, I’m not sure what we are, but I know that I like it. 

It was nothing like his first brush with intimacy; even if he didn’t have words for how he felt, there’s a distinct heat that spreads from his heart to his extremities and makes it difficult for Ai not to seek it out more. Sousuke’s hand has stopped at his hip - laying on his back, Ai snug close with a leg cautiously weaseled between both of his senior’s. Ai’s hand, in contrast to Sousuke’s, boldly moves down from his hip to his inner thigh. Ai seems to gather courage for a moment before looking to Sousuke, and shifting up on his body, just a little.