Yoi

I remember that day as if it were yesterday.

All my life, I thought I was only into girls. Sure, I could appreciate a good-looking man, but I thought it was all about the large breasts and the voluptuous curves that only a woman possessed. But he, no, he was different, and bisexuality is most certainly a thing.

His sparkling blue eyes lit up whatever room he was in. His sweet smile, a smile so innocent and filled with pure joy, chased away the darkness of whoever looked at him. He was always at the top of the popularity polls for a reason, he was our sunshine, our heart, and our beloved prince.

He was my beloved Aoi-chan.

I remember the first time I met Aoi-chan. He was introduced as a Gravi member, shyly standing behind Arata, who looked like he couldn’t care less. “I’m You,” I said, outstretching a welcoming hand to Aoi-chan. A sweet smile. “I’m Aoi Satsuki. It’s nice to meet you, Haduki-san.”

Haduki-san, eh? Kind and well-mannered, that I could tell from a mile away. Man, TsukiPro really found the most quintessential blond, blue eyed prince character, didn’t they?

“Nice to meet you, Aoi-chan.”

Yoru, my best childhood friend was standing next to me, and in my peripheral vision I could see his eyes grow wider than Kuroda’s after he was caught stealing food. “You~~,” he snapped. “Manners!”

But Aoi only laughed, a melodic sound that filled my body with jubilant tingles, and smiled at me. “Aoi-chan is fine.”

I didn’t know it at that time, but I had already fallen for him.

“Mmm.” A soft voice next to me.

I beamed, running my fingers through his soft, fluffy blond hair, gently massaging his scalp. In my musings, I hadn’t realized it was morning and past both of our times to wake up. We had been dating for a month already and really weren’t supposed to show any romantic displays of affection. Hajime, Shun, and probably the rest of the guys knew about our relationship (how could they not, I could barely look at Aoi without blushing) but we were strictly forbidden from acting like a couple in public. So I was forced to rely on these fleeting moments, waking up in a bed that was slightly too small for two people, next to the person I loved so.

“You?”

I frowned. I knew him well enough to know that his voice was hoarse. Sick? Sick again? He had just gotten over a nasty bout of the flu about a week ago. Was this a continuation of the flu? Another illness? I positioned my hand to lay gently on his head, and I glowered again.  Yep. He definitely had a fever.

“You’re sick again.”

“Mmm? Am I?” Aoi asked as if he somehow didn’t know, adorably attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“You have a fever,” I said firmly yet gently at the same time, kissing his bare shoulder, exposed by my old oversized tee that he slept in. Aoi gave me a cheeky grin, one he flashed whenever he was feeling slightly mischievous.

“You’re right, it is hot in here, but I don’t think a fever is the source of the heat,” he whispered, his voice tingling my every senses, nuzzling against me. I could only chuckle at his terrible corny line which was definitely part of his many charms.  

“Oi,” I said, resisting every urge I had to just give myself to him then and there. “You’re sick. You should rest today.”

“Don’t wanna,” He pouted childishly, biting gently at my neck, his surefire sign that he was in the mood and more than ready. I hesitated for a brief second, not wanting to take advantage of my feverish and slightly delirious partner, but caved into my instinct and pulled the already too large shirt down a touch further…

“Get a room, will ya?”

See, this is the reason why the other group members should not have access to master keys.

I scowled, the mood immediately ruined, and turned to face the invader. Arata.

“This is my room,” I grumbled, knowing full well Arata would ignore me.

“Arata!” Aoi perked up, as he always did when Arata, his childhood best friend was around. He straightened immediately, breathing a touch heavier from his fever, his soft breath warm against my cheek.

Try as I might, I couldn’t stop the irritated green-eyed-monster that dwelled deep within my subconscious. Arata had already given me his “permission” to date Aoi—not like I needed it, mind you!—and Aoi had already assured me time and time again that his feelings for Arata were platonic in nature, but…but…

I instinctively pulled Aoi even closer to me, kissing him on the cheek. Much to my dismay, Aoi gently pulled away, fumbling with the covers and stumbling out of bed to greet his childhood friend, looking absolutely adorable in nothing but my oversized t-shirt.

“What’s up?” Aoi coughed almost immediately after his question. I reached out to comfort him, to rub his back, but Arata beat me to it, patting Aoi on the shoulder and flicking him on his forehead.

“Sick people should stay in bed,” he said soothingly.

My brow furrowed in displeasure. Platonic feelings or not, there was no doubt that Arata was a different, kinder person when he was around Aoi.

I hated it.

It was awfully selfish of me to hate it, but I hated it nonetheless. Aoi looked at Arata differently than he looked at me, differently than he looked at anybody, really. He never showed that level of comfort around me. Yoru tried to tell me it was because our relationship was still relatively new while he and Arata had been friends since the beginning, but that advice did far more harm than good.

Will I ever be more important than him?

I was so caught up in my internal rant that I hadn’t noticed Aoi place a gentle hand on my left shoulder, as if he was fully aware of my insecurities and trying to subtly reassure me that he was still mine.

“You’re right,” Aoi said, “I really am not feeling well. I’ll go to back to bed.”

Oh, so you’ll listen to him, but not me. I see how it is.

“Cool. I just came in to grab something, so I’ll see you later, then.” Arata held something up, what exactly he had stolen from my room, I hadn’t noticed. I was far more concerned with the dignity Arata had robbed from me. A soft click indicated that Arata had left the room.

Aoi coughed again and side, leaning next to me as he sat back down on the bed.

“You.”

I didn’t answer, lost in a maze of my own thoughts.

“You.” A sweet kiss on my lips. He may have kissed me, but was his heart truly with me, or were his thoughts following Arata out the door?

I didn’t hear the pained sniffle, nor did I feel the tremor from his shaking fingers.

“You!” Aoi rubbed his cheek against mine to get my attention, and while I felt the unnatural warmth from his fever, I also felt an unsettling damp sensation.

Damp? Was he sweating from the fever? Wait…

With all my willpower, I forced myself to swim out of my sea of insecurities back to reality, greeted by a crying Aoi.

Aoi was crying.

I cursed, furious at myself for ever hurting him so much that he cried, and pulled him into a deep embrace, resting my head on his and rubbing circles on his heaving back. Aoi gasped for air as he cried, his already weakened lungs struggling to breathe. I fought back my own tears that threatened to fall.

Why did this always happen when Arata was involved?

Why do I do this!?

“I’m sorry,” Aoi choked out between a mixture of sniffles, coughs, and sobs. “I’m so sorry.”

Why are you apologizing? I’m the one that’s selfish.

I kissed the top of his head, desperately trying to find something to tell him to calm him, to tell him it was my fault, that I was the jealous boyfriend that couldn’t stand it when his partner merely exchanged two words with another man…

I opened my mouth to speak, but Aoi beat me to it.

“Arata is and always will be important to me,” he choked. “But…but…if it makes you upset, I can tell him not to—”

My eyes widened. No way in hell I was letting him finish that statement.

“Aoi-chan,” I said firmly, pulling him back slightly so I could force him to stare at him. The sight of my beloved, flushed from a fever, tears streaming down his face, a runny nose, and disheveled hair was enough for tears to fall down my own face. I hated myself sometimes. Aoi must have sensed my jealousy and insecurities and immediately blamed himself for causing my internal conflict. He really was too kind for his own good.

It was one of the many things I loved so.

“You said it yourself,” I said, my own voice hitching from my terrible attempt to hold back my own tears, “Arata is important to you. What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t treasure that relationship as much as you did?”

“But…I see how it makes you feel, that pained look in your eyes, that self-deprecating look that you always torture yourself with…” he broke off into a fit of coughing and I pulled him close to me again, caressing his forehead tenderly. “I don’t know how I can prove to you that you’re the one I’m in love with.”

What kind of proof did I want?

I glanced down at him, relishing in our tender embrace. I chuckled, brushing away that nagging gremlin in the back of my head away, even if it was for a brief moment.

Just having Aoi here in my arms was all the proof I could ever need.

Okay, jealous You is adorable. 

Well, that was supposed to go one way and then it went another way. Then I didn’t want it to drag so I ended it. I meant it when I said this was the first fic I’d written in oh, about 5 years now, so please bear with me. I’ll be getting an AoOO account, I wanted to post this and it hadn’t been created yet. Let me know if you’d be interested in reading some more of my writing, I’m open to requests, but of course I know the Nenchuu-gumi the best. Might be nice to have some prompts to get back into writing, I used to be quite the little fanfic author, maybe I’ll share some old links if I ever get bold enough. ^^