𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔.
Yasuhiro Muto x Izana Kurokawa (one-sided)
Summary: Almost at midnight, Izana unexpectedly comes to Mucho's house, saying that he misses him and wants to spend the night with him. The action takes place before Izana disappeared when they were both 16 years old.
TW(?): Suggestive scenes (ig), Izana is a mean bitch who plays with Mucho's feelings and tests how much he can push his buttons.
"What are you, already in your pajamas? Don't tell me you're going to bed so early." The white-haired boy leaned against the front door frame with a cocky smile. He was wearing a gray hoodie and black jeans. His hair is perfectly combed back except for that one strand.
"I-Izana? What are you doing here?" The door was opened by a boy who looked his age, bald and wearing round glasses. He looked surprised, shocked, to see his friend in the doorway. He felt his hands begin to shake and sweat from the stress, so to hide the unwanted feeling he clenched them tightly.
"I missed you." Izana pushed his way into the house without being asked and despite being shorter, he bumped his friend with his shoulder. Without taking off his shoes he entered the living room. The householder, despite his momentary freeze when their shoulders touched, collected himself and closed the door behind white-haired boy. He pulled some spare guest slippers out of the hall closet in case his friend wanted to change into them and followed him into the living room. Izana shamelessly looked into all the corners, looked (and took photos with his phone) at the family photos that stood on the shelves, ran his finger over the furniture as if he wanted to check if there was any dust on them.
"Would you like something to drink?" He tried very hard to be hospitable, even though he was still a little shaken by the unexpected visit. "I can make you tea, coffee-"
"It's not healthy to drink coffee so late." The white-haired boy interrupted him. He walked over to the dinner table and sat down on one of the two chairs and put his feet (still in his shoes) on the table, on the white tablecloth. "Bring me a beer, Mucho."
The boy with the glasses, with his fists still clenched tightly from stress, moved towards one of the partially glass cabinets where his father kept his alcohol. Without hesitation, he opened the cupboard door and began rummaging through it. He never took bottles from the front, if he did he would have been immediately caught stealing regularly. He pulled out one of the bottles from the back; Alcohol imported straight from Russia, his father said that beer in Japan is not the same. He closed the cabinet and took two glasses from another one. He placed one on the table in front of Izana (for him always first) and the other for himself.
"Your old man isn't home, is he?" He asked with a slight disappointment in his voice, as if he expected that his presence today would cause his friend a problem in front of his parents.
"No. He went to Russia for few weeks to visit his family." Mucho's voice was as always composed and emotionless, even though the beer opener was shaking in his hand as he tried to open the bottle.
"Why didn't you go with him?" The white-haired man asked with sincere curiosity in his voice. His friend rarely spoke about his family.
"I barely know them. I've seen my paternal grandparents maybe twice in my life." The bottle cap opened with a soft click. He took the bottle and leaned over Izana's glass to pour it for him. However, the boy snatched it from his hands and took straight from the bottle a deep sip. The host made no attempt to stop him and merely clenched his fists at his sides, not knowing what to do with his trembling hands. After a while, Izana stopped drinking and made a sound of satisfaction.
"Delicious." He said and licked the rim of the bottle. He pushed the bottle towards Mucho, signaling that it was his turn. Yasuhiro timidly reached out his hand to take the beer. His heart skipped a beat as their fingers lightly touched. To avoid embarrassment, he turned his head and took a quick sip. Izana chuckled and got up from the table. The white tablecloth that had previously been nicely and smoothly laid was now crumpled where the shoes had been, and some sand and dirt had fallen off them here too.
"C'mon, let's go to your room." Izana passed him again but waited in the corridor. Yasuhiro put the bottle on the table and headed towards his room, his friend right behind him. They reached the room opposite the bathroom and perpendicular to the kitchen. The door to the room was identical to the ones leading to the living room and his father's bedroom, the only difference being a red towel hanging on it - most likely from a shower.
"...My room is a bit small, I hope that's not a problem." Mucho wanted to hit himself in the head after hearing how stupid that sounded. He was stressed as hell, no one from his friends have been in his room yet, let alone Izana. Without waiting for his answer, Muto opened the door.
His room was not very large; if single beds were placed side by side parallel to the windows, a maximum of 5½ beds could be accommodated. However, the distance between the door and the opposite wall was two beds arranged in the shape of the letter "T". If the door were opened too suddenly, it would hit the built-in wardrobe with sliding doors instead of the wall. One of the doors was a sliding mirror. In the corner between the wall and the wardrobe, opposite the door, stood a khaki armchair with Yasuhiro's school bag on it. Next to the chair was a desk with school supplies neatly arranged on top. Instead of a office chair at the desk, there was one of the chairs from the living room. Above the desk there was a shelf with a few random things on it (probably souvenirs from vacations) and a few men's perfumes. Next to the desk was a bookshelf and between it and the wall with windows stood an ugly artificial plant. There were three windows on the wall - two regular ones and one narrower one between them - and a green curtain hung. There were a few plants on the windowsill, but they were probably there only because there was no other place for them in the house. Under the window there was a short chest of drawers that served as a bedside table and a bonsai tree stood on it. Against the wall where the door was, stood a single bed, made up; after all, it was already late. A single floor lamp stood in the corner next to the bed. There was a carpet on the floor, it looked like one typical from Russia, as did some of the individual pieces of furniture in this apartment. Izana whistled with surprise as he entered the room.
"Not bad." He said, looking around. "From you I expected an ordinary, boring, empty room." He moved towards the bookshelf and began to look through the books on it.
"So, um, are you going to leave now?" Muto didn't want to sound rude, but it was already after midnight and from what he knew, as long as you were in the orphanage, you had to go back at night. "I'm not kicking you out or anything, but-"
"Fuck no." The boy didn't let him finish. "Kakucho promised to cover for me. I'm staying the night."
"W-what?" Involuntarily, Yasuhiro stuttered. Izana wants to stay with him overnight? Izana?? For the night?? The white-haired boy had a smirk on his face as he turned towards his friend and saw his embarrassment. "I-I need to go to the bathroom" Without waiting for an answer, Mucho quickly left the room. He locked himself inside the bathroom and leaned over the sink, gripping it with his trembling hands as if it was his only anchor. What was he supposed to do? He had been holding this pathetic crush inside for over three years since they first met in juvenile detention. And now? Izana comes to his house unannounced, looking at him with those gorgeous eyes, speaking to him with that beautiful voice... He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. He ran his hand over his face and opened the bathroom door. It couldn't be that bad, could it? It's just a one-time sleepover, and his secret feelings won't come to light...
"Ah, Yasu. You're finally back." Izana was sitting on the edge of the bed. He took off his hoodie and jeans and sat in just his boxers and a black tank top. He took off his earrings and placed them next to the bonsai tree and threw his shoes carelessly in front of the wardrobe along with his socks. Muto, trying to hide the blush on his face, opened one of the sliding doors of the wardrobe.
"I had a sleeping bag here somewhere, you can use-"
"No way I'll sleep on the floor." The white-haired boy dramatically lay back on the bed. "I will sleep in bed."
Yasuhiro turned around for just a moment and immediately regretted it. The sight of Izana in his bed, lying on the same sheets as him...
"Oh, sure. I'll lie down on the floor next to the bed."
His friend, however, leaned on his elbow and looked at him.
"Are you kidding? We're going to sleep together." Izana moved closer to the wall and uncovering the blanket, patted the space on the mattress next to him.
Mucho felt his stomach twist.
Fuck
Sleep together? In the same bed?
He closed the wardrobe and clenching his trembling hands again, moved towards the bed. He placed his glasses next to Izana's earrings and lay down carefully next to him, still trying to keep his distance. His bedmate, however, moved closer to him and if it weren't for the fact that he kept his hands to himself, they might as well have been cuddling. Muto carefully turned onto his back and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep. He lied there for a long moment until he suddenly felt a touch on his thigh. He slowly opened his eyes. The touch moved from his thigh to his stomach, and finally to his chest.
Izana ran a finger over his chest.
Yasuhiro took a shuddering breath and wanted to say something, but his friend was first.
"You're so tense..." He looked into his brown eyes with his gorgeous purple ones. Mucho couldn't deny that he felt his heart skip a few beats.
"W-what the hell are you doing...?!" Muto prayed that his flushed cheeks would not be visible in the darkness. The white-haired boy smirked and unexpectedly grabbed his waist with both hands. Yasuhiro shivered and felt warmth rise in his stomach.
"What? You already got hard? I barely touched you." He slid his hands under his bedmate's shirt and began rubbing his skin with his thumbs. Muto let out a shuddering breath and wanted to grab Izana's hands to stop him, but his own froze above them. "Are you speechless already, pretty-boy?"
Mucho closed his eyes. Fuck. Those shameless touches, the stupid smile, the "pretty-boy"... He opened his eyes and looked in the semi-darkness at his friend's face. That perfect, beautiful face he had been in love with since he was 13. When he felt his hands move lower, he reacted and finally grabbed them. In one graceful movement, he turned the white-haired boy onto his back and leaned over him, one knee beside him and the other holding his legs. Izana let out a small sound of surprise as he saw the ever-shy Yasuhiro holding him down on the bed, pinning his wrists above his head. They looked into each other's eyes for a long moment, then the one above the other loosened grip on his wrists and slightly lifted the leg that held the one below. As soon as Izana could, he lifted his free hand and raised it towards his bedmate, as if he wanted to place it on his cheek... Only to use it to push his face away at the last moment.
"Ew... What the fuck are you doing?" Even though there was still a joking note in his voice, anyone could clearly hear the disgust he didn't try to hide.
Mucho felt his heart drop to his stomach and lower. "Ew"? What was that supposed to mean? He was the one who started it.
"O-oh, sorry." He quickly got up from above him to the floor. He looked at him for a moment, then turned away and without waiting for an answer muttered "I'm going to sleep in the living room."
