Bad Case of Loving You

Disclaimer: Steal Sei or Reiji and I will hunt you down. Nothing else belongs to me as far as Hana Kimi is concerned.

A/N: Holy crap man! We’re already at seven chapters! This story is so much longer than I thought it would be. I’ve got at least three more chapters to go with this baby. This is a very busy and long chapter. Lots of stuff going on. So hopefully, I can keep y’all interested enough to keep coming back for the rest of it. Oh yeah, and...

Lemon warning! Yes there is a lemon in this chapter! Saints be praised! Now on to the story!

CHAPTER SEVEN

Umeda woke up with a growl of pain and a sick feeling roiling in his stomach unpleasantly. Morning light stabbed into his eyes magnifying the pain in his head twice over. Oh shit, was he hung over. He wished he could just lie there until the hang over faded away. Unfortunately, his bladder was screaming for relief. He slowly pushed himself up into a semi-sitting position. He moved as carefully as possibly, trying not to upset his already weak stomach.

He glanced around carefully. It was a bit of a shock to find himself completely alone. He was still mostly clothed from the night before. He knew he hadn’t been alone last night when he’d come home. Thinking was something he had to force around the haze in his brain. It had been so long since he’d been completely smashed. He’d forgotten how useless he was afterward.

Then suddenly the memory came to him. Akiha! The photographer had brought him home. He vaguely remembered the car ride. The memory of a kiss suddenly stuck out like a beacon in his mind. Holy shit! Had he really kissed Akiha? He did remember enjoying it, but then he’d been trashed. After the kisses everything became pretty vague. He didn’t even recall how he’d gotten into bed. For that matter, where was Akiha? The photographer could have had him easy last night in that condition. Umeda’s ‘no’ button was broken when he was roaring drunk.

He didn’t feel like he’d been screwed. There were no aches in any awkward places, no sex smell, and no sticky sheets. He knew Akiha wouldn’t take advantage of him. The man would never have done something like. It wasn’t his way. The silly fool had more honor and good intentions than that. Still Umeda was sure the photographer must have been more than a little tempted. Who wouldn’t be? However, it was a little shocking that Akiha would just leave him there on his own too. He would have expected to wake up to an overly cheerful, concerned Akiha. Not that he was complaining. Having that kind of enthusiasm near him so early in the morning (with a hang over added in) probably would have driven him to murder.

Still, had really fucking kissed Akiha? He found himself hoping he’d been dreaming. Although a small part, betrayed him and hoped not. Because if it was true then those had been some damn good kisses. Oh forget it! He cringed. He wasn’t going to think about it. In fact, he didn’t feel like really doing anything at all. Maybe today would be a good day to call in sick.

He frowned to himself. He’d really been using a lot of sick days lately. His bosses were gonna start thinking something was wrong. Well, fuck it. He felt like hell. The chance of being worth anything to anyone today was pretty slim. Staying in bed and nursing is nasty hang over sounded like a much better idea. Who the hell wanted to go a high school and be harassed by annoying kids all day long when they were hung over? It was just another situation that may drive him to murder. So for his sanity and his students safety, he called off work.

H.A.N.A. K.I.M.I.

It was really freaking annoying how much Umeda’s mind seemed to stay stuck on Akiha. It had been two days since Akiha had brought him home from the bar. Yet, he found himself still dwelling on everything that had happened between them that night. With everything that had transpired while he was drunk he had hoped he could chalk the reaction to Akiha’s kisses up to the booze. But the most frustrating thing of all is he knew deep down that on some strange level he’d been hoping for those kisses. Akiha got under his skin. The photographer made Umeda react more strongly to him then the doctor ever had to anyone else. In some freakish way, Umeda had always been jealous of Akiha’s openness with his feelings. He’d never held them back. Yeah, maybe they were broad casted a bit to loudly but at least he was honest about it.

Umeda had done nothing but hide his feelings behind his sarcasm and attitude instead of saying how he truly felt about anything. So yeah, he’d envied Akiha in that matter. And he’d by no means ever thought Akiha was anything other than beautiful the very first day he met him. His long blond hair, happy, bright eyes, and charming smile had grated on Umeda’s nerves. Not because he thought it was to much. It was because the first thing Umeda had ever thought about Akiha was that he was beautiful. That had completely shocked him. In fact, it had pissed him off. He didn’t want to find Akiha attractive. At least not at that time. His thoughts had been locked on Ryoichi.

Now it was blatantly obvious he’d been avoiding any kind of attraction to Akiha like a plague. And why really? Jealousy? Maybe somewhat. Or because he’d thought Akiha a brainless, overly cheerful idiot? Ok, yeah. But mostly it was because he’d wanted to stay focused on Ryoichi. And that crazy nut, Akiha, had been trying to horn in and distract him away from the man he really wanted. Well now that man was gone and it was Akiha who had stuck around. It was the photographer who had stepped in to try and help Umeda pick up the broken pieces.

“Fuck,” Umeda sighed.

All the stupid arguments he’d instigated with Akiha since Ryoichi had broken his heart. The photographer had only been trying to help in his over zealous, annoying way. Umeda had merely used him as an outlet for his anger. And for whatever reason, the stupid photographer kept coming back for more. Umeda had to admire that kind of persistence despite himself.

Umeda could have easily gotten a cab that night and left Akiha to search for him. Instead he hadn’t, because he’d wanted someone come play his white knight. He’d wanted someone to save him. He could have called Sei to come get him, but the kid hadn’t even crossed his mind. And it was Akiha who’d called and then ordered him to stay put. The unrelenting firmness had shown a new side of Akiha that Umeda could respect. The photographer had even lent him a shoulder to cry on and a sympathetic ear. He’d brought Umeda home. He could have easily gotten into the doctor’s pants that night especially after those kisses. But Akiha hadn’t, because he had respect for Umeda that he’d never earned.

Maybe that was what was most irritating of all. Ever since those kisses, Umeda couldn’t stop his brain from going back to them. His mind was on an endless loop of continuing questions. Like, what if Umeda had slept with Akiha? What would it have been like? Would things have gotten awkward between them? Would Akiha have left like Ryoichi did once he got what he’d wanted? Would the photographer’s declarations of love cease if they had slept together? More precisely, had the alcohol made those kisses better than he really thought? Was it booze and wild hormones that had blown those kisses all out of proportion? If he kissed Akiha again would it feel the same or would he be disappointed?

“Ugh!” he groaned, dropping his face into his hands. Why was he letting himself get so carried away by all of this? It was ridiculous to be thinking of Akiha like this. The guy probably just wanted to get into his pants. No one ran around shouting declarations of love like that and truly meant it, right?

“Umeda-sempai!”

Umeda’s head snapped up so fast he was sure he’d given himself whiplash. Akiha bounded into the room with Mizuki in tow.

“Look we brought you home made cookies! Made by Mizuki-chan!” Akiha grinned.

Umeda had to stare at the blond for a moment. Blinking hard, he shook his head. Had he really been thinking all that about this crazy idiot? He had to be outta his mind! “You probably poisoned them.”

“Only with my love, Sempai!” the photographer declared with a laugh.

“Ugh!”

“Umeda-san, please try one. I made them for the home room class, but I wanted to make sure you got some too,” Mizuki smiled cutely.

The doctor shook his head. If he were straight Mizuki wouldn’t be safe. She really was cute and she had no idea what she did to Sano. Or any of the other guys for that matter. God, if only he could go through life that dense. “Thank you, Mizuki,” he sighed, taking a few cookies so she would leave him be. “Now, you better get on to your classes or your body guards may come searching for you.”

She laughed and bid both of them good bye. They door shut quietly behind her. An awkward silence descended both of men, as Umeda shifted uncomfortably. Umeda’s eyes dropped down to Akiha’s mouth as the photographer finally broke the silence. The doctor wasn’t really listening. His thoughts were to wrapped up in pondering. Were those lips really as soft as he remembered? Did Akiha really kiss with that kind of unrestrained passion? His mind couldn’t have made all of that up. The urge to find out for sure was like an itch in a place that was rude to scratch in public. It nagged at him.

“Sempai?” Akiha’s voice startled him.

“Yeah,” he asked peevishly. He could have sworn he saw a twinkle of knowing in the other man’s eyes.

“Did those pictures help with your article?” the photographer repeated his question.

Umeda forced his brain to focus again. “Yes, they did.” He hesitated before saying. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. How’d the article turn out?” Akiha continued with the polite conversation.

“Very well. I sent it into the magazine editors yesterday. They praised your pictures to the point of annoying.” the doctor replied.

Akiha beamed despite the annoyed words. “Well, Sano-kun and the rest of Osaka’s fine athletes were very helpful.”

“Right,” Umeda said distractedly. Akiha wasn’t really that pretty. Not really. His mind was just over fantasizing the whole thing.

“You know, Sempai, you seem very distracted today,” Akiha startled Umeda out of his thoughts once more.

Umeda blinked and sat back suddenly. When had the photographer moved? Akiha was now leaning across Umeda’s desk with a knowing smile on his face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to wake up beside you the other morning,” the photographer said, easily picking up on the source of the doctor’s distraction.

“Don’t say it like that! It sounds overly suggestive. And I didn’t want you there anyways,” the doctor snapped irritably as a blush spread lightly across his cheeks.

“Well, I wanted to be there. I wanted to hold you all night. And I wanted a hundred more kisses,” Akiha smiled charmingly.

Umeda cringed. “That sounded so corny.”

“But it was true.”

“Then why didn’t you. I wouldn’t have even put up a fight,” Umeda said, challenging the photographer.

Akiha replied in a soft voice. “Because, Sempai, I want you when I know it’s me you really want. Not just another toy, but me.”

“And if that day never comes?” the doctor asked waspishly.

“I’d hope for eternity,” Akiha answered, learning further forward until their faces were inches apart.

“Why?” Umeda already knew the answer.

“Because I love you,” Akiha said before closing the distance.

Umeda really should have seen it coming. Or maybe he did and he quelled the reflex to push away. Either way, Akiha was kissing him and Umeda wasn’t entirely surprised. What did shock him was that the passion was just as potent as he remembered. It made his heart pound in response. Akiha’s hand came up to tip the doctor’s face to a better angle. The electric feel of his fingers on Umeda’s skin made him breathe in sharply. Akiha’s tongue danced past the doctor’s lips and swept into his mouth, tasting him fully. The velvety glide of the photographer’s tongue over Umeda’s might have brought the doctor to his knees if he’d been standing.

Umeda heard someone whimper and he was sure it was himself. Here was the answer to all those questions that had been plaguing him. And he wasn’t sure if he was relieved his mind hadn’t tricked him or shocked that Akiha was making his body respond like this. He was at a loss of how to feel. So he stopped trying to figure it all out right that second. Instead, he reached up to slide his fingers through Akiha’s hair. But the photographer was already pulling away. The doctor’s hands fell back to the desk, limply, as they separated.

“You kissed me,” Umeda said dumbly. Only Ryoichi had ever rendered him in eloquent like that. And sadly, it had been when Umeda had been to damn shocked by sadness and anger. It was entirely new to have the same effective from only a kiss.

Akiha smirked. “You didn’t push me away.”

A sharp knock on the door shocked them both out of the weird moment.

“Come in!” Umeda barked.

A student hurried in cradling his hand. The doctor sighed and grumbled about clumsy students.

“Well, Umeda-sempai, I must be going. If you need any more pictures let me know. See you later!” Akiha grinned cheerfully before exiting the room as flamboyantly as he had entered it.

Umeda stared after him for a long moment, feeling slightly dazed and little at a lose. Somehow, he found he had a lot more thinking he needed to do. His eyes flitted over to the waiting student. In the mean time his job required the proper attention.

H.A.N.A. K.I.M.I.

Umeda stepped out of a small pharmacy with a plastic bag of supplies for his shelves at work. He didn’t need to go buy his own supplies, but it made him feel better. The shit the school ordered was usually the cheapest they could find. Most of the time, Umeda would suck it up and make due. But there were some things he refused to skimp out on. And all he had to do was bring the receipts to his bosses to get compensated back for the supplies. He was double checking his list to make sure he didn’t miss anything when he saw a familiar face out of the corner of his eye.

He looked over and smiled like a wolf about to jump a bunny. Reiji, Sei’s best friend, was making his way inside a nearby well known gay bar. Umeda had always found it ironic to have a pharmacy so close to such a place. It was where the doctor had originally met the little uke. So he wasn’t to surprised to see Reiji there again. For whatever reason, he decided to follow the kid inside. He had an insane urge to bother the uke just for sport. He kept well back until Reiji had seated himself at the bar and ordered his first drink.

“Konnichiwa, Rei-chan,” Umeda smirked, as he sat down beside the kid at the bar.

The slim built college kid flushed hotly. “Umeda-san.”

Umeda let his eyes wander over the kid for a moment. It had been some time since their brief fling. Still if there was any kid who matched the ridiculous stereotype of uke it was Reiji. The kid was all of 5'5 in height with a girly cute face, expressive eyes, and light build. He dressed like the typical uke in the tight pants and form fitting shirt. Unlike the other ukes though Reiji was much stronger willed than he appeared.

“I heard you were with Sei,” Reiji remarked somewhat coldly.

Umeda was unfazed as he dug in his pockets for his cigarettes. “If you want to call it that.”

“What would you call it?” the kid snapped irritably.

“You of all people should know the answer to that best,” Umeda answered evenly as he placed a smoke between his lips and lighted it. “Taking out your misplaced jealousy on me is pointless.”

“You know I’m in love with him,” Reiji bit out with a glare.

Umeda remarked aloofly. “Yes, I remember you telling me about a guy you loved after I screwed you.”

Reiji flushed again. “Why’d you go after him then?”

“Come off it, Rei-chan. If you don’t have enough balls to go after him yourself you have no say in who does him, ne?” Umeda lighted up a smoke and took a deep drag. He tried to ignore the pain welling in his own heart at those harsh words. He blew out a shuddering breath of smoke. “Besides he came to me, not the other way around.”

“Well, dump him then!”

“Why? So he can sit next to you at the bar again, oblivious of your feelings while he bemoans the situation. If you want me to let him go then start going after him yourself,” Umeda snapped, angry for the first time. He knew it was himself he was mad at– not this kid. Reiji reminded him of how he had been with Ryoichi. He wanted to yell at the kid to snap out of it and be strong like he hadn’t been.

“That’s rich coming from you,” Reiji countered. The kid had some idea of the situation of the doctor had been in.

Umeda’s expression darkened suddenly. “Don’t push me, Rei-chan.”

Reiji scowled, folding his arms over his chest in a huff. Umeda sighed heavily as his anger melted away. He, of all people, knew best the kind of frustration Reiji was feeling. And to take out his own on the kid was unfair.

“Listen to me,” Umeda spoke quietly. His tone was surprisingly gentle. “If you want Sei then tell him you love him. I know it’s easier to say than do. But do it before you lose him to someone else. Even if you get rejected afterwards at least you can say you did your best. Do it before he’s gone.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Reiji asked softly. He could see the pain in the older man’s eyes. “Don’t you want Sei? He’s falling for you, you know.”

“I’m telling you because I lost the man I loved. I was to much of a coward to speak up. I never told him how I felt,” Umeda took a shaky drag off his cigarette. Only a few months ago he would never have spoken this way out loud. It was to personal, but he wanted to help this kid. No one should have to suffer like this because of love. “I don’t think it would have made a difference in his decision if I had spoken up. But I think I would have felt stronger knowing I had tried.” He looked over at Reiji. “I can’t and won’t return Sei’s feelings.”

Umeda stood up abruptly, stubbing out his cigarette. He paused in leaving when Reiji caught hold of his sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” the kid said.

“Just tell him, ne?” Umeda replied, before walking away.

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Reiji had been agonizing over Umeda-san’s words since their previous encounter three days ago. He hated to admit it, but the doctor had made some pretty damn good points. He could see in Umeda-san’s eyes when they spoke what kind of suffering the man had been through. The advice he had been given had been reasonable. And Reiji didn’t want to find himself in a similar situation as the doctor simply because he’d been to much of a coward to confess. He was no coward. Well, in everything except confessing his love to a certain person.

That was beside the point. Everything Reiji had ever wanted he went after with the burning desire to persist until it was his own. Why had he let his fear over ride his own nature as far as catching Sei went? It was a risk to confess to Sei. He could lose their precious friendship. Or Sei would reject his love, but merely decide to stay friends. And Reiji didn’t know if he could do that. It had been so hard to live with him and near him for so long without saying anything. If he confessed and was then forced to act like nothing had changed, he was sure he would break. So it was a risk, but he was tired of lying to himself. He was sick of letting his fear over power him. Umeda-san was right. He needed to tell Sei before he found he’d lost to someone else before he had even tried.

Now the trouble was figuring out when exactly to say it to Sei. He glanced over at his best friend, who walked by his side. They were on their way to a movie for the first time in a while. It had been a some time since they had last hung out. It certainly made Reiji happy to have his love all to himself for the afternoon. Now if only he could get Sei to stop chattering and give him a chance to talk.

“Sei?” the uke tried to cut in.

The other paused for a moment. “Yeah?”

“I need to tell you something?” Reiji said anxiously.

“Well, can’t it wait. I was telling you something important,” Sei remarked, not unkindly.

The uke frowned. “No, it really can’t.”

“But–.”

“I love you, you stupid idiot!” Reiji yelled at him in frustration. Oh, that had so come out completely unlike he had wanted it to. He cringed at himself.

Sei stopped mid-step and turned to face his best friend in complete shock. “What?” He felt momentarily struck dumb. He completely forgot what he had been talking about in an instant.

“You heard me,” the uke scowled.

“But why? I mean why are you telling me now?” He felt totally blind sided and confused. “I’ve known you since before high school. It’s kinda late.”

Reiji looked a little taken aback himself. “I didn’t want you to hate me. You’re always jumping from sex toy to sex toy. And I don’t wanna be a toy. I want you to love me! If I told you I was afraid I would scare you off.”

“But why now?” Sei persisted. He needed to know this.

“Because I panicked. I see you falling for the doctor and I couldn’t stand it,” the uke replied sheepishly. It was true enough. Reiji wasn’t about to tell Sei that it was Umeda who’d given the kick in the ass to confess.

Sei shifted his weight from foot to foot as though all of this over. What was he supposed to do about this? Reiji had been his closest friend for more than 5 years. They’d been through it all together for such a long time. Close as brothers. Though there were times he’d felt more fondness and even desire than one ever should for a brother. He loved Reiji, but was there a possibility or chance of being in love with Reiji.

“Look, Reiji, I don’t know what exactly to say to that,” he admitted. “I’m very fond of you, but beyond that I don’t know.”

The uke hunched his shoulders like he’d been shot in the back. “I understand.”

Sei frowned and moved closer to hug his friend. Reiji stiffened for a moment before relaxing into the embrace. The uke looped his arms around his love’s waist and rested his cheek against Sei’s shoulder. They had always been this comfortable with each other. They’d never felt strange about touching each other. But Reiji wanted more than comfort. He wanted Sei to love him back.

“I never want to hurt you,” Sei murmured.

Reiji sniffled back tears. “I know.”

“Let me think about this, ok? Gimme a few days to let it sink in,” Sei tightened his arms a little.

The uke nodded against his friend’s shoulder. “Ok.”

“Good,” he pulled away, and tousled Reiji’s hair. “Now c’mon. We have a movie to catch.” But his mind wasn’t on the movie at all.

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It felt different tonight to Umeda. Something about Sei had changed the dynamics between them. The kid wasn’t fighting to play top like he normally did. He put on a good show like he did. But Umeda could sense Sei’s behavior was off. The kid had dominated over Umeda as soon as they’d hit the bed. His nips and bites bordered on aggressive. The passion he was letting loose was unlike any Umeda have ever seen from the kid. It swept the doctor away in a whirlwind of lust. Then Sei pressed the bottle of lube into Umeda’s hand. The action itself tripped up the doctor’s one way thoughts. The earnest (almost desperate) look in the kid’s eyes had made Umeda freeze in place.

“I wanna ride you,” Sei said softly.

Umeda stared up at the kid in shock. Sei had never ridden him before. Of all things they had done together that had yet to be one of them. Why now? He decided not to argue. If that was what the kid wanted then he wasn’t about to turn him down. He wanted sex and he really didn’t care how he got it at this point. “Yeah,” was all he said, as he spread lube on to his fingers. He prepared Sei slowly, half sitting up so he could nip and kiss at the hollow of the kid’s throat. Sei moaned as the doctor tortured him with mouth and fingers.

Sei threw his head back as Umeda pressed over the kid’s sweet spot. “Hurry up!” he begged, undulating his hips against the doctor’s skilled fingers.

Umeda pulled his fingers free and grinned as Sei shoved him back down flat. The kid wrapped his hand around the doctor’s cock as he positioned himself. Umeda groaned in frustration as Sei hovered just about the doctor’s throbbing cock. For a moment their eyes met. There was a brief flicker of sorrow in Sei’s eyes, but it was gone quickly. Then the kid was sinking down onto Umeda and everything else was forgotten. The doctor moaned deep as he was swallowed up in tight heat. The kid took him in with one smooth, deep thrust of his hips downward. Sei set the pace in long, deep strokes, drawing out the feeling for both of them. Umeda reached up to clasp the kid’s hips as he flexed his hips up to meet Sei’s thrusts. For long moments, they were lost in the torturous pace. Umeda was soon panting with the effort to hold himself back.

Sei leaned forward, propping his hands up on Umeda’s shoulders as he increased the pace. The doctor almost sighed in relief. He could feel his orgasm building rapidly and gritted his teeth as fought to hold it off. He let go of Sei’s right hip and wrapped his hand around the kid’s weeping cock. A few strokes later, Sei was coming with a gasping yelp. Umeda grabbed the kid’s hips hard and slammed into him three more times. He came hard, fingers digging into Sei’s soft flesh.

The doctor relaxed into the mattress as Sei collapsed onto Umeda’s chest. He reached up with his non-sticky hand to tousle Sei’s hair affectionately. He felt the kid tremble and let out a shuddering breath. He wondered what was upsetting the kid. He didn’t ask as Sei rolled off of him and reached for the pack of cigarettes. The kid handed it over to Umeda along with a lighter. He watched as the doctor lit up a smoke. Umeda took a long drag from the cigarette before offering it to the kid.

“I knew it was always just about the sex,” Sei remarked suddenly, accepting the cigarette from Umeda and taking a deep drag off of it. “I was the one that came to you for it. But you’re irresistible, Doc.”

Umeda made a rude noise and shook his head. “You’re a bad liar, Sei.”

“I’m not lying. I really started falling for you,” the college kid admitted quietly. He looked down at the cigarette in his hand to avoid looking at the doctor. “You’re so beautiful, but you have this sad look in your eyes. Even when you’re smiling and pretending, it’s so obvious you’re hurting. I wanted to be the one to make you smile for real.”

“The one who can do that is gone,” Umeda closed his eyes and sighed.

Sei smiled sadly. “No, he’s not. He’s been standing right in front of you for months. You just don’t notice.”

“I assume you mean Akiha?”

“When I saw how much in love he was with you, I had to make a decision. I can’t compete against him, Doc. I don’t want to. I like you a lot, but Akiha-san really loves you,” Sei told Umeda.

Umeda snorted. “Akiha is in love with what he can’t obtain.”

“No, he’s not. You may not try to see it but he’d do anything for you. I’ve seen it in the way he looks at you and touches you. And you smiled that one time...just for him, you smiled,” Sei pointed out softly. “I think, Doc, it’s time to let go of Ryoichi. Akiha’s waiting for you.”

“And you?”

Sei took another drag on the cigarette and let it out with a sigh. “I think it’s time you and I break it off. I’ve been running away from someone to for a while now. I only now realized what he means to me.”

“Reiji.”

“Yes, he confessed he loved me today,” the kid admitted.

Umeda smirked around the cigarette dangling between his lips. “About damn time.”

Sei blinked in bafflement. “Huh?”

“I told that silly uke he needs to open his fucking mouth and tell you,” the doctor replied calmly.

“Wait, you told–,” Sei’s brain seemed to short circuit. “But he said...”

Umeda had to laugh at the kid’s completely confounded expression. “I don’t know what he told you, but I ran into him three days ago. I basically told him to stop being a puss.”

The kid stared at him. “Well, that changes things a little.”

“How so?”

“Well, I don’t think he lied about the reasons he gave me. But why wouldn’t he say you told him to?” Sei wondered.

The doctor snorted. “Would you want to admit your rival gave you relationship advice?”

“No, I guess not.” Sei grinned.

“There yah go.”

“Yeah, well anyway, I wanna try with him. I want to see if I can make it work,” Sei confessed. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot since he told me. He’s always been there for me. And I love him.”

Umeda nodded. “Fair enough. Good luck.”

“Thanks, Doc. You too,” Sei leaned over and pressed one last soft kiss against the doctor’s mouth. “It was really good.”

“Yeah,” Umeda smiled back. “It was.”

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