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Harua looked up, eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re hot. You’re broke. I figured I’d ask.”
That did it. That pushed the tension into something real — not dramatic, not cinematic, just suddenly tangible. Yuma blinked, his expression flickering through something — surprise, maybe. Or curiosity again. Hard to tell.
“You want me to be in a video?” he asked, like he needed to hear it in plain words.
“Yeah. Just one. Just once.” Harua shrugged, playing it cool, like it didn’t matter. Like he hadn’t spent two nights wondering what Yuma’s mouth would feel like against his. “We split the money down the middle. It’s not a trap. You could walk away after and never talk to me again.”
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Camboy Harua's fans have been requesting a video with an on-screen video, Taki's new friend seems like the best option.
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Instead, he said, softly, “You’d be good at that.”
Taki’s smile faltered, just a little.
“At soup?”
“At making people feel at home,” Harua said. “You already do.”
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Taki has to write a love song, but his feelings for Harua are making it really difficult.
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He reached out and brushed his fingertips along a wall — soft, like touching a sleeping animal.
It shivered.
A tiny, familiar sound echoed back.
He blinked. “Haru. This wall’s laughing.”
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Harua and Taki have been dating for years, their relationship has been drained by adult life, the universe decides to grant them one last chance.
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Harua leaned back into Michelle the pillow and looked up at the ceiling. “You’re not flammable, you know.”
“What?”
“You’re more like... like soda. Shaken too much. Loud and messy. But not dangerous. Never dangerous.”
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Taki found the coupon booklet Harua gave him for his 15th birthday, and finally decides to redeem them, all while trying not to mess it up.
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Taki swallowed. The words “I don’t feel lucky” were caught in his throat, tangled with something darker. But he couldn’t say them, not when Harua was looking at him like that. Not when the air between them was still so fragile.
The silence stretched again, thick with the things neither of them were saying. Taki set the bowl down harder than necessary, and the clatter echoed in the small kitchen. He needed something to break the stillness, the growing weight of what he was trying to avoid.
Harua reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face, his touch light, almost tender. “It’ll be fine, Taki. You’re fine.”
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Harua is leaving for college and Taki, being a good friend, decides to take him on one last road trip, driving him to his destination.