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Fifty-Seven
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It
was only a few moments later and the pair was safely walking home. Shun was
clutching Hasukawa tightly, not daring to let go while he gently draped his arm
around his roommate. They were quiet against the harsh fire that was the
setting sun behind them, nothing but a single silhouette in the celestial glow.
His face in shadows, Shun freely frowned, preferring not to think about what
had just happened.
Hasukawa, too, was trying not to think of it if just for
separate reasons. What could they have meant? Their comments and actions
baffled him and despite trying to find the answers within his own mind, was
drawing one brick-wall of a blank. As a breeze swept by, Shun hugged his
boyfriend tighter, if he could ever let himself called him that. Kazuya
responded, shielding the pink-haired boy from the chilling wind.
Shun was trembling, all right. Soon, a tear fell. As he
tried to fight down the swell in his chest, a second followed, until soon his
eyes were brimming with them. He bit back a small noise before he lost it,
stopping Hasukawa short by burying his face in his chest. Freely, he sobbed,
tightening his fingers into Suka's coat.
A little surprised, Hasukawa carefully rubbed his back,
whispering softly into his ear. Even as the wind died away, Shun still
quivered, wailing quietly as he tried to get control of his cries. His face was
streaked, Hasukawa's coat was stained, and Shun felt about as low as he could
remember ever being.
"I'm so embarrassed," he managed, sniffing
twice.
"Shun-chan, it's okay . . . they were idiots. I
should have done something about it."
Quieter now, Shun just nuzzled his face into Hasukawa's
warm body, breathing shaken by his previous outburst. "I'm s-so s-sorry,
Suka-chan. You . . . you shouldn't have seen that . . ." Shun jerked as he
was pushed away, held at arm's length. He looked up wildly, seeing an almost
angry glare on Suka's face.
"S-s-suka-chan?"
"It's not
your fault," he said definitively. "It's my fault! I'm the one who
messed up!" Shun just shook his head, transfixed.
"N-no . . . Suka-chan. . ." But that was it. He
was silenced with a firm embrace, Hasukawa's arms wrapped tightly around him.
He relaxed against him, feeling the urge to cry again but he battled it down as
the light was finally gone, the moon having taken over above them. Slowly, they
started walking, bound in each others arms.
"Let's go home, Shun-chan."
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Kisaragi sighed as he left the room with his bath-wear in
hand. Two days had passed since the incident, with Shun turning more and
more to Hasukawa's embrace for comfort. Last night they'd slept side by side,
and this time, Shun was sure to wear a stuffed bra to bed. He didn't like it,
but he was not going to get busted on a technicality. Still, every moment he
shared with Hasukawa's arms wrapped around him left him in heaven.
It
had been nearly a week passing after his talk with the sempais about what he
should do. Ever since the 'feeding', Shun couldn't help but feel more
than guilty at how their relationship had suddenly progressed, with the recent
few hours they'd spent talking had gotten a little naughty, after all.
of weekend-homework – if not, he might have acted on some of the things both he
and Shun formulated. It was the sweat that started to pour of Kisaragi's body
that forced him back to the furo.
Shun would have no more, though. Having told his
comrade that he was headed to take a dip, he deliberated as he stood in the
hall. Now, as he held a robe in his arms, was the time to decide.
Play along as the sempais dictated or take destiny into his own hands. He
sighed, wondering if his hands could even deal with that.
What happens next? :
[Shun decides to hit the baths
after all.] – Go to Chapter Thirty-Six
(36)
[Shun goes back to talk to
Suka-chan.] – Go to Chapter Forty-Three
(43)