"I used to go home every night cursing myself for not having kissed you. Kind of wish I had the courage now."
Kurashi blushed deeply when he heard these words.Â
It wasnât like him blushing right now made much difference to the color of his skin at the moment, since he was blushing beat red ever since Masaomi confessed to him earlier that evening.Â
Well... Confessed might not have been the right word, but it conveyed the meaning of what had happened, at least.
Right now, they were both sitting on the bridge in one of their favourite parks. Their legs dangled over water, and their chests leaned comfortably against the railing. Without the need to retain eye contact, they could talk comfortably, even about such topics; and Kurashi could get a full view of Masaomiâs beautiful features, illuminated by the moonlight.
His best friend, Masaomi Kida. For a long time, his rather innocent crush, too, since Kurashi found himself thinking on Masaomiâs attractiveness long before things got awry with Ichirou once more until finally they broke up earlier that day, definitely this time.Â
â...I suppose.â he whispered in a small voice, turning his head a bit so that he could go back to watching the moonlit river shimmering under their feet. â...not sure how would I react if you did it back then, though, without saying anything. But, if you want to make up for it...â Kurashi hesitated, and with strange feeling that this is the most natural thing he could be doing at the given moment, he let his body slowly lean to the side, and rest on Masaomiâs shoulder.Â
â...you could still do it right now. I already told you... itâs not like your affection is entirely not reciprocated. I... well... I may have fantasized about kissing you for some time, as well...â