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It’s always something out of the ordinary with these guys.

Yuta enjoys breaking the routine every once in a while, sure, but not at the cost of his sanity and safety if he can help it, so when he's kidnapped by Satoru Gojo - because no one can convince him it’s not kidnapping - he mentally prepares himself for the worst. “Wanna eat watermelon with us, Yuta-kun?” the albino had proclaimed after appearing out of literally nowhere inside Yuta’s bedroom. Proclaimed , not asked , since he didn’t bother to wait for any sort of answer before throwing Yuta over his shoulder like a potato sack and blinking out of existence just to show up somewhere else.

If Yuta were a bird, he’d have died of a heart attack long, long ago.

Unceremoniously dropped to the ground - a grassy field, so at least it doesn't hurt - Yuta looks up to witness a pile of watermelons so big it could feed the whole academy for a week. Panda, Maki and Inumaki are there, too - the first two in front of the fruits, and the latter sitting on a picnic towel - and Yuta briefly wonders whether they were also brought here against their will (it’s not that he'd have refused the offer, but he didn't get the chance to accept it either).

It takes the lost and confused Yuta a moment to realize Panda and Maki are arguing about something - more specifically, about the best way to open the watermelons.

Since Panda wants to smash them (with his fists) and Maki wants to slash them (with a sword), when Yuta sees that Inumaki wants to slice them (with a knife) he gravitates towards the platinum blonde at the speed of a bullet train. Crawling over the checkered fabric, he sits beside his friend like a scared puppy.

To his relief, Inumaki slices the watermelon like a regular person and not an utter lunatic like the other two, and the other, older lunatic rooting for the chaos and destruction. The blonde’s cleaving skills are nothing to scoff at, producing equally sized triangles quickly and precisely. Yuta makes a mental note not to make an enemy out of this person just in case he ends up in six different pieces before exploding into thirty more.

“Watermelon,” Inumaki offers, holding out a piece for him to take.

“Thanks,” is Yuta’s uncertain reply as he picks up the sliced fruit from his friend’s hand. He takes a small bite and yeah, yeah, that’s watermelon indeed, that’s the name of the thing. Watermelon. He ain’t wrong. And yet… Munching slowly, Yuta frowns at the grass. “What did you call this again?”

“Watermelon.”

Oh –

Yuta chokes. Hard. And he watches, by the corners of his teary eyes, Inumaki smile mischievously and casually munch on a piece of his own while the startled Okkotsu tries to dislodge the red produce from his throat.

Once Yuta’s sufficiently recovered from nearly dying, he makes a face at his friend - what face? He doesn’t know; he doesn’t know shit anymore - and gesticulates to maybe try and release the words he’s also choked on. “Y-you… you can say other stuff?!” he manages to blurt out after an awkward eternity. Inumaki gives him a proud but devilish laugh - “Fufufu!” it goes - before placing a finger to his lips, doing a quiet shh. Yuta nods numbly, a thousand different cogs turning inside his head. “So… there's more safe words you can say?”

Inumaki’s finger slides down to his chin and he looks around like he’s thinking deeply about the question. Returning his violet gaze to Yuta, he grimaces a little and makes a small pinch with his fingers. So, not much. It’s still surprising and impressive, though, and judging by the ‘shh’ he made… “Do the others know?” Yuta asks in a whisper. Confirming his suspicions, Inumaki shakes his head.

So it's a secret, between just the two of them.

The thought makes Yuta feel giddy. He's kinda special then, isn't he? An excited, albeit small smile crosses his lips, and he wouldn't be surprised if his eyes were shining.

"What else can you say?" he asks, quietly. The others are busy, still debating over the best method to open a watermelon (ahem: it's with a knife) to listen to anything the two are saying, but Yuta doesn't want to risk being loud.

It's a secret, after all.

Inumaki stares at the bitten watermelon triangle in his hands, blinking a few times. Yuta's almost sure his friend is fidgeting, but he's too busy watching the apples of Inumaki's cheeks redden, the corners of his lips curling into a tiny smile. The blonde’s intense violet gaze finds Yuta’s, simultaneously shiny and cloudy, and the view is so picturesque that the only thing separating reality from a painting is the breeze gently blowing Inumaki’s platinum locks around. His hair’s getting longer, Yuta muses half-mindedly, before his attention’s stolen yet again by Inumaki’s narrow lips, as they part into a toothy smile that stretches all the way to his pink-tinted cheeks.

“Yuta.”

The last breath he had intaken stays caged inside his throat. Yuta hesitantly brings both palms to cup his own face, deciding a supernova would feel cold in comparison to his flaming skin - and he bets it shows, too, because Inumaki’s smile grows from joyful to devilish in the blink of an eye. Whatever remains of Yuta’s melted brain does its best to translate his thoughts into words, conjuring up a highly intelligent “Wha–?” before shutting down again.

Inumaki cocks his head to the side. “Yuta?” he tries again.

Even his thoughts begin to stutter then - ‘ H-how cute!’ - and he fumbles once more with his words. Keeping his cheeks covered by his hands to maybe hide them a little, keep some semblance of dignity if he has any left (he hasn’t), Yuta blurts out another monosyllable - “Wow!” - while hoping his brain will eventually recover from its current slimy state.

His friend looks overjoyed. He curls a finger towards himself, pointing at his chest quite insistently as he practically drills a hole into Yuta’s face with his eyes.

“You… want me to say your first name too?”

Inumaki signs his death sentence by nodding enthusiastically.

“T-To… Toge,” he stutters. The name rolls off his tongue sweet and airy, like fluffy marshmallows. Yuta didn’t know names could have a taste. Maybe they really don’t and it’s just an early sign of a stroke, courtesy of having all his blood pumped to his face. Inumaki smiles warmly at him though, nodding, and Yuta can’t resist the temptation to say it again. “Toge,” he repeats more firmly, a grin etching itself to his face before evolving into a chuckling that is mimicked by his friend. The sound of their joyful laughter fills up Yuta’s heart to the brim, threatening to spill.

“Ah, Toge-kun and his secret tactics to make Yuta-kun laugh! You gotta teach me sometime!” their teacher requests as he crouches in front of them eating from a bag of watermelon candy (of course). Yuta and Toge look at each other at the same time, grinning, before shrugging.

“It’s a secret,” Yuta explains.

Gojo starts bickering with Toge, and Yuta kind of shuts off from the whole thing. He places a hand over his chest, still feeling bubbly, and releases a tiny, happy sigh.

When Toge shows up on his door the next morning, Yuta draws breath sharply in anticipation. This is really just routine - they are 'room neighbors' after all, and they do usually eat breakfast and walk to class together - but just seeing that pair of violet eyes looking up at him makes him expectant and, quite frankly, excited.

Is he gonna say it again? Yuta hopes so. His name sounds good when Toge says it.

(Everything does.)

 “Yuta!" his friend greets from behind his high collar, more energetically than anyone ever could at the ungodly time of six and a half in the morning.

“Toge,” he quietly greets back, relishing on the half-hidden, happy face his friend makes.

He didn’t intend to, but he keeps stealing glances at Toge throughout the morning. Yuta’s a little bit anxious, to be honest - his fingers tap on his desk often, and it’s hard to pay attention to whatever Gojo’s trying to teach them when all he wants to do is watch Toge’s concentrated expression as he switches his gaze between the black board, his notebook, the board again, and then–

–then Yuta–

–who smacks his forehead so hard on his desk out of shame, it splits in the middle.

Walking back from the infirmary, Yuta sighs tiredly. He runs his fingers over his recently injured forehead - the skin tore just enough to bleed and make him look even more insane - and stops in his tracks, resting his shoulder against the hallway wall. He really didn’t want to go see Ieiri, but while everyone stared at him like he was a madman (they wouldn't be wrong), Toge actually seemed worried, and– And it’s not like that , specifically, made him seek help for his injury, but rather the fact that he could be away from Toge, and from the embarrassment he'd just caused for himself.

What's he even running away from? He doesn't know anymore. Everything's a mess. He's a mess.

It’s about time for lunch and he yearns to spend it with Toge, but- But what then? Thank God his friend can’t outright ask what in the nine layers of hell he was thinking to break a table with his fucking face, but–

But, but, so many buts. Yuta groans, sliding his palm over his face.

He's so confused it almost hurts. He wants to crawl into bed and stay there until he feels like a decent human being, and not a sack full of butterflies.

Maybe… maybe the fluttering inside his stomach just means he's hungry. He was thinking about Toge, sure, but specifically about having lunch with the blonde. Yeah… yeah. It's just hunger. That's all. And it better be, too, because if it's not, then it means Yuta is… about Toge… 

“Yuta.”

“Gah!”

Spinning around, the startled Yuta’s met with Toge’s worried gaze. His friend barely waits for his heart to stop racing before raising a hand towards Yuta’s forehead, causing so many cardiac palpitations it’s a miracle he hasn’t kicked the bucket yet.

(Toge’s hand is so warm though.)

“Mustard leaf?”

“I’m- I’m okay,” Yuta tries, gently prying off Toge’s hand from his face, “Ieiri-san says I may be a little, um, anemic,” he lies - quite terribly, too.

Toge makes a face like he’s thinking just that, but just sighs instead of calling out Yuta on his bullshit. Beckoning with his hand, he leads them down the hallway to their classroom and to his desk, producing a bento from inside, and another from a paper bag Yuta hadn’t even noticed Toge had in the first place. He places both on top of the wood. “Salmon!” he exclaims. Yuta blinks.

“You… got me lunch…?”

Toge points at the cracked table beside his. A sharp piece of blue plastic sticks from within - it’s Yuta’s bento box, mocking him for being an idiot. He returns his gaze to Toge, who’s already working on dragging another chair towards his desk. “You didn’t have to,” Yuta mumbles, “The bento, I mean. But thank you.”

Nodding happily, Toge sits down to eat, zipping down his jacket and licking his lips as he opens his lunch. A flustered Yuta sits down in front of him quite reluctantly. “Are you sure you wanna have lunch with me?”

Toge makes a face at him. He can’t tell if the blonde is annoyed or just doesn’t understand why Yuta would even ask something so stupid. Honestly, he doesn’t get it himself. “Mustard leaf?" he asks, gesticulating in confusion.

“Why? W-well, because–”

Yuta stutters, unable to put his thoughts into form properly, and lowers his gaze to the bento on the desk.

What should he even say?

He doesn’t know. He’s been feeling weird for a while now - ever since Toge spoke his name for the first time. It scares him a little, to be frank, that his thoughts seem to be all directed at his friend. What if he gets too attached and fucks up and– and Rika happens again? If he ends up cursing Toge, then–

“Yuta.”

He lifts his gaze at the voice. Toge’s warm hand returns, this time over Yuta’s hair, fingers combing over his locks. “Yuta,” he whispers again with his angelic voice, a smile so kind it eases his worries one by one. The sunlight coming from the window turns his eyes into amethyst kaleidoscopes; his eyelashes bat against his slightly rosy cheeks, the same tint from his slightly parted, narrow lips. Toge’s so…

So beautiful.

Yuta wants to run his fingers over the markings by Toge’s mouth, lean over the desk to cross the distance between them and–

“Yuta?”

He regains a breath he hadn’t realized he lost. Gulping down, Yuta hopes he hasn’t scarred Toge for life with his incessant staring, and hopes even more he wasn’t drooling.

“Oh- Uhm- M-my hair’s growing, huh? Hah… hahah,” he tries, “Y-yours is, too. It’s… it's not spiking up as much.”

Toge makes a face like he knows that’s not what Yuta had been thinking, but doesn’t press any further. Instead, he just pulls his hand back and runs his fingers through his own hair. “Mustard leaf?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Uh… I think it looks good. If- If that’s even what you’re asking.”

Please, God, don’t let Yuta’s face be as red as he thinks it is.

Toge gives his snow fox smile and nods, pointing towards Yuta’s hair. “Salmon!”

“...mine looks good too?”

Again, Toge nods, quite enthusiastically. Yuta lets out a small, shy giggle, scratching the back of his head. “Sorry if I’ve been acting weird,” he begins in a quiet voice, looking away, “Must be the anemia… or something…” Looking back at his friend, he adds: “We should eat, right? Thanks again for the meal, Toge.”

The blonde makes that face again - the ‘I know you’re full of shit’ face - but, once more, leaves it be. Yuta internally thanks him.

Yuta can’t sleep.

It’s, like – he checks his phone from under his pillow; the glaring light burns the numbers ‘4:07’ so deep into his retinas he sees them from behind his closed eyelids – it’s, like, four in the morning and he can’t sleep .

Because he can't stop thinking about Toge.

How could this happen? It’s not normal to have this kind of behavior. He doesn’t think this way – this crushy way – about Maki, Gojo, or– or God forbid, Panda. No, he likes them all very dearly and, frankly, he thinks both humans are equally, strikingly beautiful (Panda is Panda), but…

But, Toge is…

Yuta buries his face into his pillow, cheeks burning, like a shy schoolgirl.

Why?! Everything was perfectly normal until just a couple days ago. Toge was just his very pretty friend whom he admittedly found attractive, but didn’t have… kissy impulses about. Granted, the blonde has such a pretty mouth, Yuta can’t possibly be the first person to want to kiss it, yet it still doesn’t sit well with him. The hell is he supposed to do about this? This thing growing inside his chest. It sucks. He hates it. He doesn’t want to go through the stress of hoping his feelings will be reciprocated, and then getting hurt and disappointed when they’re not - because that's exactly what's gonna happen, no doubt about it.

He doesn’t want to like-like Toge, but… it’s too late for that, isn’t it?

No going back now. He needs to exercise more self control though, more… restraint.

Toge must never know about his feelings.

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Toge has two theories about the supposedly anemic Yuta Okkotsu splitting a table in half with his forehead, completely unprompted – most specifically, about his lame-ass excuse for doing it.

One: Yuta lied about his health to hide something.

Two: He really is anemic, in which case they were in luck because that guy would’ve cracked open a hole in the fucking floor otherwise.

Since he has no way of finding out the truth - unless Yuta decides to tell him - he went ahead and bought vitamin gummies. If theory number one was right and his friend lied about his condition, then he’s gonna feel bad and maybe decide to tell Toge what’s really bothering him. He’s also gonna be healthier than he already is, because the blonde willI pester him into eating the gummies anyway. If theory two was right, then Toge can sleep soundly, knowing he’s a little angel who takes care of his friends with no second intentions whatsoever.

Going out in the middle of the night while it was raining was definitely worth the hassle, is what he decides while holding the vitamin flask so close to Yuta’s face he gets cross-eyed. So cute. “Ah- Wha-? Huh?” his sleepy friend mumbles, taking the flask and twirling it around like he was just handed an unknown chemical experiment.

“Gummy,” Toge explains. Yuta nods, but judging by his expression, he has no idea what’s happening and whether he’s even awake or not. “Yuta,” he tries again, raising a hand to pet his friend’s head.

That seems to do the trick. Yuta’s face flares up into a dozen different shades of pink, while he stutters so much for a few seconds Toge can’t even comprehend what he’s attempting to say. The blonde opens up an impish grin he doesn’t even try to hide.

Flustered Yuta is best Yuta, especially when it’s Toge who riles him up.

“Gu- g-gummy! Y-you…” Yuta brings his free hand to his face, rubbing his reddish cheek. “Thank you, Toge,” he murmurs, lips pursed into a shy smile that leaves the blonde swallowing back the butterflies in his stomach.

(Hopefully his gastric juices will kill them.)

It happens again - Yuta staring at him in class. Not once, not twice, but so many times and for so long it’s actually a little worrying. Toge notices it quite quickly, but refrains from looking back at his friend, because… what if it wasn’t a coincidence that Yuta lost his mind yesterday at the exact moment the blonde turned to face him? He doesn’t want to set the Earth off orbit because Yuta decided to bang his head on his new desk after eating vitamin supplements.

He’s still curious, though. Why would Yuta look at him so insistently? He doesn’t have anything on his face, does he? Pretty sure not. Hm. He can take just a little peek, right? Right.

Turning his head when Yuta isn’t looking, so the shock will be (hopefully) lessened, Toge doesn’t even have to wait much until his friend’s gaze lays upon him again. Before the blonde has the chance to study Yuta’s expression, the gloomy sorcerer’s face changes into what Toge guesses is embarrassment - eyebrows tilted, red dusting his complexion from ear to ear, and lower lip sucked into his mouth, forming a small v. He glances away, and the blonde almost snaps his pen in half trying to hold back from manually killing the butterflies in his stomach with his fists.

Closing his eyes, Toge manages - by some sort of miracle - to slow down his heart rate enough that it doesn’t feel like it’s gonna break free from his chest. He takes the chance to smile at Yuta, too, make sure his friend doesn’t think he’s bothered by whatever the fuck he’s doing; he’s not even sure he wants to know anymore.

At least he’s not being ‘anemic’ again. Maybe the gummies are working.

Toge's relieved to see Yuta jogging on the track field that afternoon - he's looking well and healthy. He actually looks more energetic than usual, taking large strides with his long legs, skin tight over his flexed arms, and chest puffing up and down with his sharp breaths.

He's, uh, he's really putting in effort into that body of his, huh. Hahah. Toge should give him more vitamins. There's no way he can supplement all that (God bless) with just one gummy a day - not when he spends so much energy training and running and hitting the gym on top of everything else. 

"It sure is useful to have your collar that high up, huh," Maki says beside him, drinking from her water bottle. "He can’t see you drooling.”

Toge narrows his eyes, refusing to look at her. Instead, he continues to stare at a running Yuta like he wasn’t just accused of doing exactly that.

“Fish flakes.”

“Yes you were and yes you are, ” she presses. “When are you gonna confess? You’re taking so long your crush is losing his damn mind.”

“Fish,” fucking, “Flakes.”

“Sure, whatever you say, crush boy.”

Sometimes Toge wishes he wasn’t cursed to the bone just so he could tell people to eat shit without causing an actual catastrophe. At least he’s grown used enough to his affliction to know what he can or cannot say safely (to an extent).

Like Yuta’s name.

The thought makes his cheeks warm up and, of course, Maki doesn’t let it slide. She giggles naughtily, probably thinking Toge’s salivating at the way Yuta’s shirt creases between his pectorals and boy , she wouldn’t be wrong about that, the blonde’s good at multitasking. He kinda wishes he wasn’t staring so intently to begin with though, because they end up making eye contact.

Toge gulps down. Yuta’s shiny hair flows in the wind, contrasting against his pale skin that’s dusted pink from exercising. The blonde could be imagining things because of the distance between them - Yuta’s on the other side of the track field, after all - but he’s almost sure his friend’s cheeks redden some more before he smiles so brilliantly at Toge that time seems to stop.

Maybe Yuta got lost in that trance too, because he manages to completely miss a quite visible rock in his path, tripping over it so bad he rolls three times before stopping face first on the ground.

Gojo-sensei, sitting on the grass right behind, pulls out a white plaque from God knows where with a ‘10’ written on it, while Panda imitates an ambulance siren as he makes a run for the fallen student. Throwing Yuta over his shoulder like Santa’s sack, he retreats into the school building behind them, probably headed for Ieiri’s. Maki groans beside Toge.

“Is he actively trying to ruin his face?

“...salmon.”

The next morning, Toge’s umbrella stares back at him as if it’s taunting him. ‘You gonna grab me or what?’ it seems to say, and the blonde doesn’t know how to answer. His fingers twitch beside his body because, obviously, taking the umbrella with him is the right option since the sky is so dark and full of clouds it’s absolutely gonna rain cats and dogs, but… the wrong option is so tempting.

Oh no, Toge completely ‘forgot’ his umbrella! What a tragedy ! If only he had a very kind, very handsome friend to share their own with him. Who knows, maybe they’d even, like, hold hands or something. Like good friends do. No homo.

…heh. As if.

The blonde sighs deeply, deciding on taking the item with him. Catching a cold and consequently screwing up his throat on the off chance he’d spend five minutes close to Yuta and feel his warmth, and smell his scent, and maybe hold hands is a risk he isn’t willing to take, which is why he says fuck it, leaves the umbrella behind and hi-ho, all of five seconds later he’s greeting a sleepy Yuta with a shameless smile.

His friend will never know about his machiavellian plan anyway, and it’s not like it’s even gonna work, so who cares?

Toge was right about the rain - it starts to pour heavily when it’s almost time for them to go back to the dorms. The moment the blonde hears the pitter patter against the roof, his heart starts racing - he’s not even counting on anything, but you know what, the wait is kinda exciting - and it stays that way until Gojo releases them from class.

Then it gets kinda fussy.

He doesn’t usually get nervous, but there’s something about their walk to the exit that makes Toge get fidgety. Yuta seems to be like that too; he’s more quiet than usual and keeps stealing glances at the blonde. The way he holds the shoulder strap of his bag makes it look like he just wants to keep his hand busy. It’s like he’s anxious too, but Toge kind of wants to smack him for it. He’s not the one with the dumb gay plan, damn it.

Whatever. It’s showtime .

They reach the door to the outside and Toge channels his inner actor, bringing both hands to his head and widening his eyes. “Tuna mayooo!” he whines, turning to face Yuta. Gesticulating with his fists to illustrate opening and closing an umbrella, he tilts his head to the side. “Yuta?”

A bead of sweat rolls down his friend’s cheek. He blinks a few times, mouth parted into a nervous smile that really reads ‘I fucked up’, but Toge could be wrong. “I- I didn’t– I mean, I’m sorry… I g-guess… I forgot my umbrella too.”

Huh. What?

What?

Shit, Toge wasn’t wrong; they both fucked up. They both fucked up and it’s so ridiculous he starts laughing, and Yuta starts laughing too, and a big grin stays etched to both their faces even after they’ve stopped. “Guess we’re gonna have to get wet then,” Yuta suggests, wiping a teardrop from the corner of his eye. The blonde nods and starts walking, but then…

Then he stops, and looks back at Yuta to offer a hand for his friend to take, hoping his face says ‘I just wanna lead you because you’re a walking disaster and you’re gonna fuck up your face again’ rather than ‘I wanna hold your hand because I may or may not have a crush on you’.

Yuta hesitates, face growing pink. He smiles timidly, almost in a v shape, and slowly reaches for the offered hand, fingertips gliding softly over Toge’s palm until their fingers are entwined.

Toge draws breath.

Before he ends up letting something suspicious show on his face, he sets out into the rain, dragging Yuta along with him. The fluttering of butterfly wings inside him drowns the sounds of the fat drops hitting the ground; part of him wants to let go and run away to keep himself in check, but his selfish side loves how firmly Yuta holds his hand, loves the warmth that spreads from the touch. More than that – he loves how, when they enter the dorm building, Yuta’s laughing joyfully again, because there’s nothing, nothing in this world that Toge loves more than seeing Yuta happy.

He chuckles too, delighted by the cheerful sounds Yuta’s producing, until they die down and his friend releases a single, satisfied sigh. Smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, Toge pulls his friend down the hallway towards their rooms, only half-mindedly noticing that none of them have let go yet.

It becomes more apparent when they reach Yuta’s door, first in line before Toge’s, and just stare at each other like two bumbling fools with no social skills. His friend glances away, running a hand over his drenched hair to set it back, still grinning. “W-we can… um, share my umbrella, next time… if you want.” he mumbles in a low voice, dark eyes setting on Toge’s again. He makes no effort to let go so the blonde doesn’t, either, but it’s mostly out of surprise than anything else, and he nods just as numbly in response.

How his feet dragged him back to his own room he doesn’t know; maybe he just spawned with his back against his closed door. He’s still very much aware of Yuta’s warmth lingering on his palm, all the way to his fingertips, and of his frantic, heavy heartbeats, and of the fluttering inside his stomach, and– and it’s all too much. Toge crouches down, burying his face between his knees, fingers weaving between damp locks of hair.

He’s reaching the point of no return.

Maki is both a great friend and a terrible fiend, Toge muses. She keeps pulling the strings to leave him alone with Yuta for lunch like she’s doing him some sort of big favor and, honestly, it’s possible he’d be thankful for it in another situation, but–

Not when he’s trying not to fall for his very cute, very straight male friend.

He’s been pretty darn successful at it so far, too (mostly). He’s come to terms with Yuta’s sexuality way long ago, when he first learned about the situation with Rika Orimoto, so he was able to avoid developing a romantic interest, but the thoughts … they were always there.

Yuta’s so kind.

Yuta’s so pretty.

Yuta’s so cute.

But Toge’s aware – there’s a fine, fine line between thinking your friend is cute and crushing so hard on him you could win a world record.

It’s been such a mess lately though, he doesn’t even know where he stands anymore. Yuta’s been acting weird these days – he gets all blush-wushy with the slightest of teasings, sometimes even unprompted, and… some of his actions imply that he could, maybe, possibly, perhaps, have some sort of attraction for Toge, but the blonde could just be projecting his own captivation (because, again, Yuta’s straight – isn’t he? Probably. Definitely).

It was easier before, when Yuta was just being… Yuta. The blonde’s pretty sure his friend has no idea how much power he holds with his blood vessels. Blushing Yuta Okkotsu is so irresistibly charming he should be charged with a crime. Any crime. Toge doesn’t care which one.

Case in point, Maki screwed him up today.

Letting out a little sigh that hopefully goes unnoticed, Toge continues to eat his food while Yuta tells him about a new game he’s been playing. His friend’s words die down, though, and the blonde briefly wonders whether he’s been caught moping, but then–

–then Yuta’s hand moves towards his face and he brushes his knuckles so lightly against the blonde’s cheek it almost tickles. His flushed cheeks make his gentle eyes gleam with midnight blue and his timid, small smile makes Toge’s heart do loops inside his chest. Yuta’s hand hesitantly retrieves back to his side–

There’s a grain of rice on it.

…oh. He wasn’t…

Toge’s unsure for how long he keeps staring at Yuta, expressionless – not because he’s not feeling anything, but because he’s so disappointed he doesn’t have the energy to let his emotions show. They’re not even proper, anyway – what the hell was he thinking? He’d just reaffirmed to himself he came to terms with Yuta’s sexuality. His friend isn’t being romantic, he’s being friendly in his own, very adorable manner. The blonde finally lowers his gaze to the desk, lower lip sucked between his teeth.

“Toge, I- I’m sorry,” Yuta begins from the other side of his desk, stealing Toge’s attention back to him. His previously bashful expression’s given way to a worried one, eyebrows knit and lips parted for quick breaths. “I didn’t mean to… I shouldn’t have touched you like that…”

…huh? He can’t possibly think Toge’s upset about–

“I won’t do it anymore.”

Toge leans forward over the table so fast his chair threatens to fall. He grabs both of Yuta’s hands with his own trembling ones and brings them to his cheeks, holding still. Lowering his head and closing his eyes out of embarrassment, he wills all of the thoughts he can’t say into one word. The safest of them all.

Please don’t stop.

Touch me more.

“Yuta.”

His friend’s fingers twitch softly before his hands set firmly without the aid of Toge’s desperate claim. The digits travel farther towards his scalp, while his thumbs rub circles over the apples of Toge’s cheeks, palms cupping them warmly. “I get it,” he murmurs, voice softer than the blonde’s ever heard it, “Touching is okay. I won’t stop.”

Toge lifts up his gaze again, setting it on Yuta. His friend gives him a toothy smile so genuine and joyful and beautiful it would put the sunshine to shame. The warmth of his hands and his loving expression awakens all of the butterflies Toge had so desperately tried to kill.

Ah… in hindsight, there’s one more thing he could have added to his one-worded confessal.

Sorry, I like you.

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With the rain going away, it starts getting hot and stuffy again. Yuta usually hates this kind of weather – his hair gets all sorts of stubborn and he sweats a lot, and he gets kind of irritable too; they’re not a good combo. He’s not a fan of wearing shorts, either, so he’s stuck with pants that threaten to boil his legs alive.

It appears that someone , though, does enjoy this weather and the shorts and whatever comes with it, though.

Toge.

Toge in shorts.

Shorts.

Shorts on Toge.

Yuta’s jaw doesn’t feel like it’s gonna hinge back into place any time soon. Toge cocks his head to the side on his doorstep, because thank God it seems he can’t read that Yuta’s fallen head over heels for his summer uniform. His face is still hidden by his high collar, but the short sleeves look adorable, and–

And he’s wearing shorts. With his nice legs. His legs are wearing nice shorts. His short legs are–

Fuck.

Short circuit.

“Yuta?”

“Here!” he exclaims, brain slushing back into place. Kinda. “G-Good– Good morning!”

If he’s lucky, he just looks constipated and not like he’s holding back from acting like an even bigger idiot than he already appears to be. He’s gonna have (more) trouble (than usual) concentrating on classes today.

“Really? No one knows how to answer this easy-peasy question? Come on! I taught y’all better than this,” Gojo complains before chomping on his popsicle. When he receives no response from any of his students, the teacher scowls. “Don’t leave me hanging! Sheesh, you’re all terrible human beings! Not an ounce of consideration for this old man here.”

“You’re the one eating a popsicle when we’re all liquefying like decomposing corpses. You’re lucky we’re not trying to murder you,” Maki says with a scowl and so little intonation in her voice that Yuta actually fears she will try to kill Gojo in a moment.

“Ah, so that’s the problem? You should have said so sooner! Hold on a sec.”

It doesn’t even surprise Yuta anymore that Gojo simply ceases to exist at that point in space for a moment. He could teach them that sort of technique instead of whatever it is he was talking about before (Yuta doesn’t know because he was too busy staring at Toge and his legs, and feeling guilty about it).

Not one minute later, the albino walking hazard reappears in front of them, carrying a small bag. Popsicle between his teeth, he walks towards Panda, first in the line of desks, and pulls out a green package from inside. “Here! Bamboo popsicle for Panda!”

The bear blinks. “Bamboo popsicle?”

“Yep. Bamboo.”

“Bamboo,” Panda repeats incredulously, taking the ice cream from Gojo’s hand. The teacher proceeds towards Maki’s desk, taking out a yellow package.

“They didn’t have tears of the damned flavor, so I got you passionfruit instead. Should be just as sour,” he explains before offering her the package. She actually smiles when taking it, which is actually scarier than if she’d lashed out at him. Gojo approaches Toge then, producing a white and yellow package from his bag. “Banana for our resident sushi expert!” he says excitedly.

“Salmon.”

“No, no, not salmon. Banana.”

Toge grabs the popsicle package while Yuta tries not to smile triumphantly. He knows his friend could have said it – and would have said it, if Yuta asked him to. Only Yuta.

“Here, gloomy boy, gotcha strawberry,” Gojo says when he finally reaches Yuta. As he takes it from his teacher’s hand, Panda whines on the other side of the room.

“Why am I the only one with the weird flavor?! This is prejudice against pandas! Inumaki-kun should have gotten sushi popsicle!”

“Did you try it though?” their teacher asks.

“No, but–”

“Did you try it though?” he insists.

Panda relents, mumbling something under his breath. He opens the package carefully with his paws – how, is beyond Yuta’s knowledge – and takes a small bite from the front. The way his eyes light up is kinda cute, admittedly. “Vhis is goob!” he tries to say with his mouth full.

Beside him, Maki stands up. “Alright, we can make a short pause, right, sensei? It’s stuffy in here.”

“A good idea, for once! Let’s eat outside. I may get us a second round if I feel like it.”

Yuta stands up to follow them, but Maki turns to him and Toge with a face he can’t quite read – like she's scheming. “Not you two,” she says firmly. “You weren’t paying attention to class, were you?” When Yuta tries to answer, she cuts him off with a pointed look. “No, you didn’t. Your punishment is staying here. Isn’t that right, sensei?”

“Hm? Yeah, whatever,” Gojo agrees when he’s already out the door, pushing Panda to go faster. Maki opens up a smile so vile and cunning that Yuta doesn’t dare move from his spot. Toge sighs and sits on top of his desk to open his popsicle, like nothing out of the ordinary’s happened, while the strangely devilish Maki waves them goodbye as she leaves.

Yuta doesn’t get it, but he sits on his desk too, accompanying Toge. He struggles with the package, palms sweaty, and he must have looked really pitiful doing it because his friend actually takes the package from him to open it, handing it back quite quickly. “Thank–”

Toge's holding his own popsicle with his mouth. His long, round popsicle. His very phallic banana popsicle.

“--you,” Yuta finishes somehow. He must have turned on autopilot, because there’s no way his brain survived all the hotness that wells up inside him at seeing that particular shape between his friend’s lips. He tries to fight it back by looking away and chomping a big piece of his ice cream, but it doesn’t quite work and the feeling in his gut seems to be there to stay.

Gulping down the strawberry dessert, he risks another peek at Toge. He’s licking the popsicle now, eyes on Yuta as his pinkish tongue drags along the side of the icy treat and collects the whitish melted liquid before retreating into his mouth. His tongue then drags slowly over the expanse of his peachy lips, curling into a grin as his eyes narrow at Yuta.

Fffffffuck.

He gulps down again, discreetly placing a hand between his legs on the desk to hopefully hide his growing erection. Toge can’t possibly be doing that on purpose, right? He can’t– It’s not like– Unless he wants to–

“Hmm,” he moans.

Fuck. Fuck. He is doing it on purpose, because– Because Yuta looks at him again and decides that no one, no one eats a popsicle like that, not ever. Not making that kind of sound, and certainly not sticking out their tattooed tongue to welcome in more and more of the treat into their mouth until all that’s left is the wooden stick at the bottom, while making eye contact.

He closes his lips around the ice cream and moans again, pulling it frustratingly slowly out, then pushing it in again, then out, the melted white cream dripping down his chin, and Yuta’s so so hard he’s this close to letting out a completely different kind of white cream that he would very much enjoy watching drip from Toge’s pretty mouth.

His hand stings and he finally realizes he wasn’t even holding his popsicle by the stick anymore; dropping the treat on the ground he lets out a yelp and covers his face with both hands, not even caring that he’s smearing strawberry cream all over himself. “Toge!” he reprimands.

The blonde begins to laugh and it’s so impish, but also so hearty and so cute that Yuta actually forgives him for giving him a boner out of nowhere, especially when Toge ends up breathless with his laughter. Retrieving his hands from his face, Yuta watches him with a smile until he's done wiping happy tears away from his eyes. "That was impressive," he comments. Toge gives him a smirk with a cocked eyebrow while standing up to search for something in his pocket.

He retrieves a napkin, which he uses to clean up Yuta's face. He's very gentle, even though he’s sticking his tongue out and grinning from ear to ear like he’s really proud of Yuta's compliment.

“Yuta,” he calls when he’s done, offering his own treat, “Popsicle.”

Yuta accepts, not because it means Toge will shove a very phallic object into his mouth, but because he’s feeling even hotter than before and needs to cool down with something icy.

Yuta knows the day ahead is gonna be hard - haha - when he wakes up with a massive morning wood he can't take care of because he's late for class and Toge's already knocking on his door.

…Toge.

Yuta squints at his pants as he tries to maneuver them over the huge tent in his underwear. This is– This is Toge's fault, for sure. Yuta detests putting the blame for stuff on other people, but– But this time. This time.

"Yuta?" his friend calls from behind the door.

"Coming!"

Yuta grimaces as soon as he pronounces the last syllable. Worst possible thing to say with all the trouble he's having pulling this stupid disobedient zipper over his godforsaken–! Oh. Oh, now it's stuck, because of course it is. Of course. He pulls and pulls and the metallic bitch won’t move an inch. What kind of sin did he commit to have this much bad karma? Toge’s still waiting outside and he must be getting restless, damn it. Yuta turns to the door with his mouth open to tell his friend he’s just having technical issues–

He’s, he’s not. He’s not outside. He’s inside, watching the ‘zipper fight’ with equal amounts interest and curiosity. Yuta shuts his mouth and keeps his hands over his crotch like Gollum guarding the One Ring. He probably looks just as hideous too. Stupid bed hair.

"Eh- Ah- Um," he tries. There's so much blood flowing on his cheeks he can barely hear his own thoughts. "Y-you, uh, you can lockpick?"

Toge can't see the intrusion just made him even harder because he really looks damn cute in his summer uniform and because Yuta possibly has some kink about being caught, right? His karma can’t be that bad.

"Fish flakes," Toge replies with a raised eyebrow as he gesticulates turning keys into a keyhole and then 'poof' with his hands.

"...I didn't lock my door, did I?"

Toge shrugs but keeps staring, and Yuta keeps getting more and more self conscious of his half-nakedness and, even worse than that, his terrible bed hair. It's even worse than being caught with a boner, he'd say. Did that fucker die down yet, at least? He takes a quick peek. The answer is no. He whines.

"Salmo–"

"I'm okay!" he interrupts with just a little bit of panic, turning his back to Toge to - hey! The zipper’s working again! - hunt for his shirt without looking like a sex offender. "I just, uh, I didn't hear my alarm cock– Clock. Clock! I didn't–" Yuta bites his lower lip, using all his willpower and then some more to not spontaneously divide his atoms. "I think I'm not… quite awake yet." And he’s not even lying about that; his muscles are still tingling with torpor.

"...coffee?"

"Ah… please! Lots of sugar. So much sugar you could make a paste out of it to spread on bread."

"Yuta…" Toge reprimands. The ebony haired sorcerer makes a puppy face at him without even intending to, but it seems to do the trick - his friend sighs and shakes his head, one hand sliding down his face. He goes out of the room mumbling multiple sushi ingredients, and Yuta takes the chance to wind down a little and hopefully put on his shirt the right way. Thankfully, his buttons aren’t traitorous metallic bitches like his zipper, which he scowls at as if it was sentient and could feel bad for its actions (it should).

He slips into his shoes and dashes out of the room towards the bathroom on the end of the hallway to brush his teeth and splash some water on his face and hair, deciding on just running his fingers backwards through the locks to maybe look more presentable (it doesn't work). By the time he’s outside and walking back to his room, Toge’s already at the door, holding a black mug that he’s pretty sure belongs to the blonde. Did he bring coffee he brewed himself?

Yuta pushes back the happy thought of drinking Toge’s homemade coffee - he’s so lucky! Forget the bad karma! - and takes the mug with a smile, hurriedly thanking his friend before downing the black syrup in two, three gulps. He smacks his lips when he’s done, catching a glimpse of a white cat showing him the middle finger inside the empty mug. “You saved me, Toge! I’ll wash this and give it back to you later. We should really hurry to class.”

Yuta spends the rest of the day apologizing for making them late. Toge dismisses it every time, but there’s no way he’s happy to run three hundred laps around the track field after class because their teacher is a fucking psychopath who should be convicted for torture and arrested for the rest of his life.

Around lap one hundred and thirty seven, Yuta’s legs are almost giving up. Toge looks just as exhausted, actually dropping to his knees beside him and panting so hard he almost chokes on his breath. “Toge! Hold on, I’ll get you some water!" Yuta offers, running out to where they left their bottles even though his legs scream at him to get some rest too. He slows down when he’s almost reaching his blond friend, and sits down in front of him after giving the bottle.

Yuta closes his eyes for a moment to regain his senses, head tilted up as he recollects his breath. He’s kind of dizzy, to be honest, and his muscles aren’t happy he’s abused them like this, but he’ll survive. “You alright?” he asks, returning his gaze to his friend, only to lose any air he’d been able to recuperate.

Toge’s shirt is zipped way down, high collar parted to the sides to reveal the sweaty, flushed skin of his chest. Head tilted up as he drinks, Yuta’s gaze falls on his throat, bobbing up and down with his gulps. He gulps down, too, lips feeling dry as his eyes follow a drop of water running down Toge’s chin, slowly trailing down his neck and collarbone before getting lost on the fabric of his shirt.

Toge places his empty bottle beside him and lowers his head, eyes unfocused above red cheeks. His breathing’s still ragged, voice escaping every so often in tiny gasps that send electrical impulses right to Yuta’s crotch, which he tries to hide by crossing his legs and keeping his hands in front.

Why does Toge keep making things so hard for him?!

The blonde nods at him, and it takes him a while to remember he’d asked if Toge was alright. “Yuta?” he asks back, maybe out of worry due to their exhaustion, maybe due to the brainless expression Yuta definitely has on.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

Because Toge is unknowingly (or is it knowingly?!) evil, he drops back to rest, laying on the ground right in front of Yuta. Perhaps if the blonde wasn’t wearing shorts, then the horny Okkotsu wouldn’t have the desire to run his fingers over these milky thighs. He’s so pale… it’s like any of Yuta’s touches would leave a bruise. He kinda wants to. With his teeth.

Looking away in shame of his indecent thoughts and how much they affect his body, Yuta sees none other than the albino walking hazard Satoru gojo, standing right beside them after probably blinking into existence like he always does, a gigantic Starbucks cup in hand. Yuta scowls. “Gojo-sensei,” he greets none too excitedly.

Gojo doesn’t reply immediately, instead taking an infinitely long sip from his straw while glancing between the two of them. “Yo. Watcha’ll doin’?”

“We’re running the three hundred laps you asked us to?” Yuta replies with uncertainty.

“The what now?”

Yuta blinks, deadpanned, at their teacher. Toge sits up to do the same.

“Oooh,” Gojo says with a laugh, “You believed that? I was just joking! What kind of sick psychopath do you take me for?”

…the kind that should be convicted for torture and arrested for the rest of his life.

Yuta’s so drained he has trouble falling asleep. Not that he would be sleeping if he wasn’t tired in the first place, no, he’d be doing other kinds of intensive exercise. With his dick. He doesn’t always get horny, he’s a chill guy truth be told, but spending two whole days nurturing a hard on he can’t even take care of because every muscle in his body’s ordering him to rest is frustrating to say the least.

At least, his exhaustion doesn’t leave him hanging for that long, giving him a dreamless night.

Toge isn’t around the next day, and it feels… weird. No cute ‘Yuta’ first thing in the morning, no stolen glances throughout class, no small (mostly one sided) talk during lunch. It makes him restless, but he’s been told his friend was sent into a mission so there’s nothing he can do about it other than be worried sick. The others must have noticed his dissatisfaction, too, because there’s no other reason why they’d poke so much fun at him throughout the day.

“Try not to smash your head around today,” Panda told him, “Ieiri-san isn’t around to nurse you back to health.”

As if Yuta couldn’t do it himself! She just can’t be a scapegoat for his sudden impulses to run away. Not that he’ll need it though, since Toge isn’t around to make him want to flee in the first place.

“Yeah,” Maki agreed, “Imagine how upset Inumaki would be if you managed to ruin your pretty face.”

It’s not like he’s injuring himself on purpose! Gravity must be stronger around his face or something.

“Speaking of Toge-kun,” Gojo-sensei added, “Here he is!”

It was a cardboard cutout.

Yuta survived a day without Toge. He doesn’t want to think much about it, but he missed the blonde more than he imagined he would, and that speaks volumes about how much he really likes his friend… if it’s even really ‘like’ and not something else. He couldn’t stop thinking about Toge, how his sweet voice says Yuta’s name, how his smile warms his heart.

It’s like he’s lovesick.

It scares him a little, frankly. He decided not to let Toge know about his feelings, but they’re too intense for him to prevent them from showing, and he’s not at all used to this kind of thing to know how much is too much, how close to the fire he can get without burning up. He may not tell Toge anything, but he’s so obvious the blonde will probably notice at some point.

What should he do? He doesn’t want to push himself away - on the contrary, he wants to get closer - but if he ends up hurting Toge somehow…

Sighing, Yuta continues back to his room with so many thoughts swirling inside his head he can’t even set them straight. How’d he even get himself into such a mess? All Toge did was say his name. That was really all it took? Just one word?

“Yu…uta…?”

Yeah, that one.

…Toge?

He’s in the hallway, fresh out of the shower it seems. Yuta’s heart stops at the mere sight of platinum blonde hair like it’s done a thousand other times now, but instead of the light fluttering keeping it afloat, it sinks to the bottom of his gut.

Toge’s injured.

It could be worse, Yuta tells himself in an attempt not to panic - there’s a bruise on his friend’s cheek, his lip is split and there’s a few cuts scattered over his arms and legs, but nothing looking too serious. It could be worse, he tells himself again. Toge’s humid hair falls over tired violet eyes that stare back at Yuta’s in disconcert, while he holds his towel closer to the side of his body.

Then he smiles at Yuta - to calm him down, he knows - but it makes him look so, so fragile, that even thinking that it could be worse , it’s not enough to drown his worries. Yuta drops his bag on the floor and rushes towards his friend, wrapping his arms tight around the lithe frame and keeping him caged and safe in his embrace. His fingers weave gently between cool, damp locks of hair to press Toge’s face to his chest. “Yu…ut-a,” his friend whispers hoarsely, voice croaking. Yuta shushes him tenderly, lips to his ear.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, “Let me take care of you.”

Producing reverse cursed energy with his palms, he carefully cures Toge’s injuries, from limbs, to cheek, to lip, to throat. The blonde relaxes, practically melting on his arms, and lets out a small sigh of comfort as his hands snake up Yuta’s back to hold him.

He smiles, lips still against Toge’s ear. His friend’s hair tickles his nose, and it’s honestly the best sensation ever - the scent of his shampoo, sweet fruit, mingles with the musky scent of his skin and fills Yuta’s lungs in a delicate swirl of aromas. Releasing a long breath, he ceases his reverse technique, but doesn’t let go just yet.

Honestly, he wishes they could stay like this forever.

He’s aware he can’t always keep his friends safe – they are sorcerers, after all; they’re bound to encounter danger at every turn – but he usually tries not to think too much on how fleeting and fragile life really is. He knows that, better than anyone. In the blink of an eye, this person he holds so tight could be taken away from him, without him even having the chance to say goodbye.

Yuta doesn’t want to push away from Toge, so he won’t. He wants to get closer, so he will.

“Welcome home, Toge. I missed you.”

Because Yuta is so bad with social interactions, he decided it would be a good idea to suggest a sleepover, with movies and popcorn and so much candy that they could set up a trap to catch Gojo if they wanted. It’s such a silly idea in hindsight – what is he, ten years old?! – that he thinks the only reason why Toge even accepted is pity. The blonde even offered to get them the candy, is how kind he is.

So when the blonde shows up on his doorstep in cat pajamas, cat slippers and a cat eye mask dangling from his neck – how many cat printed items does he own?! – with a big smile and an even bigger sack of candy bags, Yuta thinks he may have been wrong about it being just kindness. Before he’s able to process his friend’s apparent (because he can’t be sure yet) excitement, the blonde’s already waltzing into his room to empty the sack over Yuta’s bed, spreading colorful packages all over.

“Yuta!” he calls, pointing towards the bags, “Strawberry. Melon. Lemon. Orange. Peach.” He then grabs one of the bags and brings it closer to him, like he’s not sure what it is, before raising it towards Yuta as if he’s showing it off. “Grape marshmallow!”

“...wow,” is all Yuta’s able to produce. He approaches Toge, getting the marshmallow bag from his hand and quickly analyzing it before returning his attention to the smiling blonde. “Where’d you get all those? Did you invade Gojo-sensei’s secret stash or something?” he laughs, and Toge laughs, and… and nods. The lack of color on Yuta’s skin that follows must have made his friend worried, because he shakes his head and grins.

“Konbini,” he explains.

Ah… good. Good. The academy would have two sorcerers less if they so much as sniffed Satoru Gojo’s candies.

“So, like… you’re actually excited for this?”

Toge cocks an eyebrow at him. “Tuna mayo?”

Yuta grows a few shades of pink darker, scratching the back of his head. “I thought you accepted just to be polite. It– It’s okay if that’s the case! I’m not offended or anything. This was a really silly idea, I know. If… if you don't want to stay, it's okay."

Making a face like he’s distressed, Toge opens and closes his mouth a few times, averting his gaze after nothing comes out. His cheeks grow increasingly more red as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, fingers tightening on the hem of his shirt.

“Toge…?”

The blonde doesn’t reply. Instead, he takes a few insecure, short steps forward and rests his forehead against Yuta’s chest, as if to hide his face.

“I want… to stay… together, with Yuta.”

It’s a murmur so low, so shaken he barely hears it. Toge trembles, shoulders rising and falling with deep breaths, and only then Yuta realizes how scary it must have been to say all that, yet the blonde made an effort just to soothe him. He wraps his arms around Toge, pulling him into his chest like he’d done earlier, and his friend’s fingers dig into his back as he returns the embrace.

“I see. Thank you, Toge,” he whispers into the blonde’s ear. “You don’t have to make an effort to talk if you don’t feel comfortable. I think I’m getting pretty good at knowing what you’re saying without words.” Toge chuckles, nodding against his chest. His breathing slowly returns to normal, and he pulls away just enough to look up at Yuta with his face serene and dusted rose, lips drawing a small and content smile.

He’s so beautiful, Yuta could kiss him. And he wants it so bad, it hurts.

Pulling away before his impulses get the better of him, Yuta begins setting up their movie night.

Yuta’s been making all sorts of bad choices lately. The latest one: choosing a movie with an awkwardly long sex scene (he didn't know!), while his crush – and recently crowned ‘raiser of boners’ – sits right beside him in pajama shorts so short that his boxers show underneath. It doesn’t help, either, that it being a sleepover means that Toge doesn’t leave for his own room after they’re done, instead laying on a futon right beside Yuta’s bed, which leaves him unable to masturbate, and neither to will his erection away.

Needless to say, it’s another night awake for him.

Yuta doesn’t sleep much, that’s a fact, but he’s starting to get irritated with the arousal that seems to have ensnared him. If he doesn’t jerk off tonight, he’s gonna fucking lose it , and  lacking any level of self control with Toge beside him could be disastrous, so he decides to go to the bathroom as stealthily as he possible can, take care of his problem and go back to bed like nothing happened.

He slowly rolls to the edge his bed, eyes glued to Toge’s form for any sign of motion. His friend is turned the other way, on his side, and the only visible motion is his ribcage rising and falling, so he must be asleep. How… is Yuta supposed to get past him, though? He'd have to jump. Or maybe go through the foot of the bed? He'd end up making noise to open the door though, right? Does he really want to risk it?

His arousal won't let him think straight – he'll just do it here. Silently. It's gonna be okay. Probably.

Turning the other way, Yuta places one hand over his mouth and snakes the other into his pants, grabbing his throbbing length with a sigh of relief. He begins stroking it slowly, base to tip then downwards. He fights back a moan – he's neglected this for too long, and every friction feels exquisite against the sensitive flesh. Knowing Toge's there makes him even more excited, reminding him how deftly his friend pushed the popsicle into his mouth. Would he deepthroat Yuta, too? Take his cock all the way inside, moan around it, stick out his tongue to lap at all the juices Yuta would pump out.

He moans against his palm, eyes closed tightly while he increases the speed of his strokes, Toge's silhouette and smell and voice burned behind his eyelids–

"Yuta?"

Oh, shit. No, no no no . Bad timing! Bad!

Yuta removes his hand from his pants and rolls  around with his heart threatening to jump from his throat. He gulps down at the sight of Toge sitting up on the futon, bathed in moonlight. “Ah- U-Uhm–!” Yuta chews on his lower lip, trying to come up with an excuse, but he draws a blank. “I- I couldn’t sleep. Did I wake you up…?”

Toge shakes his head. “Tuna mayo?"

He wasn't asleep while Yuta was–?! Hnngh fuckity fuck ! What now?!

“Uhm… I was just… I was thinking about… about things,” he lies.

Toge eyes him for some time, wordless, before touching his shoulder, pushing him lightly as if asking him to move away. Yuta does it only because he’s too dumbfounded to process anything that’s happening – and what happens is Toge crawls into bed with him, laying on his side, with his face way too close to Yuta’s for comfort. “Noises," he murmurs, body getting steadily closer. Their knees touch but Toge doesn’t back away, instead inching it forward ever so slowly until his thigh rubs against Yuta’s erection, leaving him even more reactionless than he already is. "This?"

“U-Uhhm– That’s– I, I can explain–”

"Mm."

"I-It's– I was– I'm, I'm sorry, I j-just, I had to… I couldn't…" He bites his lower lip. "I-I'm horny," he admits.

“Yuta…” he whimpers, thigh riding higher to rub against Yuta’s crotch. His hand presses over the hard length, fingers tightening just enough to feel around its size. “Mmn… big… ♡ ”

Toge didn’t just say he’s big, and his cock didn’t just throb, hard, because of it.

"Together?" the blonde asks.

Yuta dies. Probably twice.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening. Yuta's just dreaming a very, very, very pleasant dream he's gonna wake up from soon.

But if it is happening… 

“You…” He swallows, collecting the words inside his head, unsure if he’s dreaming or not. “You too…?”

Lower lip tucked into his mouth and eyes half lidded, his friend nods. His thigh rubs against Yuta's again, as if to confirm it more more time.

He's not dumb enough to need a third confirmation.

He rolls them over, trembling with adrenaline, and buries his face on the crook of Toge’s fragrant neck. Intoxicated by his scent, Yuta’s free from his shackles. He adjusts himself between Toge’s legs, over his body, and holds him by the hips to ever so slowly rub their erections together.

Worried Toge’s gonna push him away, Yuta’s surprised when, instead, the blonde claws at his shoulders, legs opening wider to allow more contact. “Yuta… ♡ ” he moans again, trying to roll his hips, but the weight over him doesn’t allow for much movement.

“T-Toge… is this… okay…?” he breathes into his friend’s ear, receiving a whimper in response. The nails on his shoulders sink deeper into the skin, and Yuta rolls his eyes at the newly-found pleasurable pain. He rolls his hips against Toge’s, overjoyed to feel the blonde’s erection against him and drinking up each of his reactions to the touch. Yuta starts rubbing harder, bucking his hips, while inhaling more of Toge’s savory scent.

Opening his mouth against the blonde’s neck, he runs his teeth over the skin, threatening to bite but not quite giving in to the temptation yet – until Toge grabs him by the hair, trembling underneath him, and it just happens. His teeth sink into the warm flesh, hips thrusting against the heat underneath, and it’s all so much but so little; he sucks and bites harder to draw out more of Toge’s cute little voice, and rubs faster against him to make him come even more undone.

“Yu– nn– u– ta… nnn– ♡ !” Toge moans beneath him, a trembling mess. He stops attempting to keep his voice down, instead breathing heavily and letting his whimpers escape, while Yuta grows more frantic in both the movements of his hips and how he abuses Toge’s flavorful neck with his teeth. He feels himself leaking, cock throbbing over the blonde’s, and his gut starts to tighten.

“Hnn… Toge,” he moans, “I’m so c-close… gonna cum…” Toge claws harder against his shoulders, tensing up beneath him and letting out a drawn out, loud moan while his body burns up under Yuta, who opens up a feral smirk. “Hahah… you came, Toge?” He receives a whimper in response. It makes him so giddy it only takes him a few more thrusts to get to the edge, holding Toge’s hips tight while rubbing hard and holding still, pleasure converging on his gut as he climaxes, panting on the blonde's neck.

None of them move for a while, until it gets too unbearable and Yuta rolls to the side, completely spent. He takes a tired peek at Toge, who looks right back at him. The corners of the blonde’s lips curl up, and his do too, and before he knows it they’re chuckling together. “That was fun,” Yuta risks saying, since his friend looks like he enjoyed… whatever that was. “You, uh… wanna do that again some time…?”

“Salmon,” he agrees, smiling.

Yuta smiles back, finally relaxed enough to let sleep overtake him. As he closes his eyes, he’s able to feel Toge intertwining their fingers, before he falls into deep slumber.

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He slept with Yuta. On the same bed. Hugging.

(And there's dried jizz inside his underwear.)

The heat pooling in his cheeks as he makes sense of the whole thing with his sleepy brain is simply unmeasurable. Toge doesn’t know how or when it happened, but throughout the night he ended up using Yuta’s chest as a pillow, an arm strewn over his waist and one leg over his friend’s long ones.

Toge feels so fuzzy inside he can barely breathe. Yuta’s incredibly warm and cozy; he’s really a human teddy bear and the blonde doesn’t ever want to let go. What does he have to do to not have to move, ever? There must be a jujutsu technique for that, surely. Maybe if he was some kind of genius like Yuta…

Resisting the urge to sigh, Toge rubs his cheek over Yuta’s warm chest. There is another option, one that wouldn’t involve cursing the hell out of both of them and would allow them to do this every night – and even chill together like this in the mornings – but that would require Yuta to be… to be…

His boyfriend.

Biting his lip, Toge tries not to make a strangled girly sound at the thought. Yuta wouldn’t want to be his boyfriend, would he? Right now they’re… uh. Where do they stand? Friends with benefits? Probably. And Toge isn’t, like, very much surprised this happened because they are young and full of energy and he’s aware he’s a teasing little shit that may or may not have caused Yuta to get horny in the first place (dude’s terrible at hiding his boners), but anything further than ‘friends’ is…

He’s not sure it could happen. If Yuta would want it.

And the thought hurts a little, to be frank, because every second spent with Yuta makes him fall harder and harder. He’s way past the threshold of ‘having a crush’, and he’s pretty sure there’s no way back now.

Yuta moves underneath him, grumbling cutely as he awakens, rolling towards Toge’s side to sleepily embrace him like he’s the teddy bear and not the other way around. The blonde buries his face on Yuta’s chest, hugging him back. He’s pretty sure his friend is still pretty much passed out, but he’ll enjoy whatever contact he’s able to get while there’s time.

“Toge… mm…” he greets drowsily, pausing to yawn. “Comfy.” Toge nods against his chest, face warming up even more than before. “Can we… not move? For a bit…”

Toge widens his eyes, heart racing. Yuta’s very sleepy and Toge knows he has trouble properly waking up, so he’s not one hundred percent in his right mind – hell, maybe not even twenty percent – but still, still, his words are everything Toge wanted to hear, and he hugs his big Okkotsu teddy bear even tighter as a result, nuzzling against his warm chest and inhaling his scent. “Comfy,” the blonde mumbles back.

Yuta chuckles cutely – everything he does is cute, everything – and lets out a satisfied sigh. As they bathe in each other’s warmth, Toge can’t help but wonder if the comfort Yuta feels is only physical or if it’s also emotional, like his. Chewing on his bottom lip, the blonde fidgets with Yuta’s shirt.

“Something wrong, Toge…? Am I being too clingy?” Toge tightens his embrace so hard Yuta would have a broken rib if he were a normal person. “Oof! Alright! N-not clingy! Not at all!” The blonde relieves the pressure again, and Yuta sighs. “Sorry, I… I just– We’ve been… getting c-closer lately and… I- I don’t…” He makes a small pause, humming. “I’m not very good with people. J-just– Let me know if I’m being too much… okay?”

They’re getting closer, he says.

Toge smiles. “Never,” he replies.

Yuta gasps. “Come on, Toge! Don’t be mean. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

No, that’s not– Hngh. Toge’s still not good with these words. He wants to communicate better so he can ease Yuta’s worries, but… Mm. He managed to do it once. He can… he can do it again. He just has to choose the right words, and focus on not lacing them with cursed energy as he speaks. Done and done.

Toge rolls them around, laying over Yuta and propping up his elbows on the bed to finally look him in the face.

Ah–

So… pretty . Messy ebony hair falling in shiny rivulets over his face, the slightest blush dyeing his cheeks and nose pink, and lips slightly parted as he watches the blonde with curiosity.

Toge shuts his mouth tight. This isn’t fair! Yuta keeps doing weird things to his heart just by existing. He wants to hide his face again, out of embarrassment and– and fuzziness. He’s all fuzzy. Fuck. But he chose to speak, and he’s gonna speak, so Yuta stops worrying about useless things.

That’s right. For Yuta.

Lips trembling and heartbeats erratic, Toge does his best to let out only sound, keeping his cursed energy tightly knit inside.

“Yuta never… m-makes me… unc-comfortable,” he murmurs, taking a few sharp breaths while his friend watches him through widened eyes, “I really l-like… being with… Yuta.”

He did it! He spoke two full sentences! He’s on a roll!

Done with his herculean effort, Toge lets himself fall over Yuta’s body again, slowly recovering the breath he’s lost and trying to fix his heart rate.

“Toge…”

Yuta embraces him again, one hand on his back and the other on his head, caressing his hair. “I’m sorry… you had to speak again because I’m such a dummy…”

Toge would speak again and tell him he doesn’t have to be sorry, but these two sentences were taxing enough, honestly. Yuta can deal with thinking he’s a dummy. He kinda is, sometimes.

“This is, uh, very comfortable and all, like I said, but… we should… probably take a shower.”

…oh. Oh yeah. The dried jizz. Hehe.

On the way back from the shower – which they unfortunately didn’t take together, but instead in different stalls –, on the hallway leading to their rooms, the atmosphere starts getting kind of weird, just like it did the day it rained. Toge tries not to make it too obvious that he’s refraining from peeking at Yuta, while his friend completely fails in that regard, glancing nervously at him, then the hallway, then his feet, then…

“Hey, Toge,” he finally breaks the silence, “Do you, uh, have any plans… you know, for today?”

Yeah. Sticking to Yuta like a fucking parasite (if he’s allowed to).

“Nuh uh,” he denies. 

“Oh! Oh. Okay, then. Uhm. How about– I was wondering if… if you have nothing to do–” He grimaces, closing his eyes. “He already said he has no plans, idiot,” he mumbles to himself like Toge isn’t right there, within listening range. “If- If you want, we could… we could do something together. You know, like… uh… j-just, spend some time… I mean… together. With me.”

Toge always thinks Yuta can’t get any cuter, yet he’s always delightfully surprised.

Smiling big, the blonde nods excitedly. Yuta lets out a sigh of relief, cheeks red as he smiles back. “Do you wanna have breakfast together? The other day I heard Gojo-sensei talk about a waffle place near the academy, so… that could be fun.”

Another thing that baffles Toge is how Yuta completely stops stuttering when he feels safe – when he knows his feelings are being accepted and there’s no need to feel embarrassed. The blonde hereby makes it his life mission to make Yuta feel that way as much as possible.

…starting in a few minutes.

“Yuta,” he begins, grinning mischievously, “Date?”

Gasping, Yuta actually gets so embarrassed he drops his towel and dirty clothes on the floor, glancing between them and Toge like he has no idea what to do with his life. “Uh– A d-date? I- I mean, if– if you want… not that I don’t! I do. I want…” Yuta looks away, pursing his lips as he holds the hem of his shirt tightly with both hands. “A waffle date with you,” he whispers.

Toge stares, just stares , jaw slacked and eyes widened and, stares. He was- He was joking. He didn’t think– He couldn’t possibly imagine Yuta would–?! And especially not like this! He said– He said he wants a waffle date! Is he actively trying to give Toge a heart attack by being impossibly adorable?!

Toge’s done for. He’s done for. He’s ready for burial.

“T-Toge…?” Yuta asks softly, eyebrows knit. “No good…?”

Before an ounce more of disappointment shows on Yuta’s face, Toge recollects himself and takes his friend’s hands into his own, smiling as brightly as he possibly can. “Waffle date,” he repeats.

Yuta’s eyes shine brilliantly, an equally happy, toothy smile spreading over his lips, while his fingers interlace with Toge’s.

Maybe there’s hope, after all.

It’s a date, so it makes sense it would happen like that, but Toge’s still pleasantly surprised they end up holding hands the whole way to the waffle parlor, all while exchanging shy smiles and having small chat (mostly just Yuta though, as Toge can’t yet muster up the courage to go ballistic on his speech). The shop is cute too, small but well decorated, with only four tables outside. They sit by the farthermost one, as Toge prefers hiding the marks on his face whenever possible, and he has to take off his face mask to eat.

Toge’s honestly so happy it doesn’t even feel real - and it’s because Yuta looks happy, looks like he’s having fun and like he’s enjoying his waffle even though he didn’t ask for half the toppings that Toge did, only ice cream. The blonde actually feels sad that Yuta didn’t get whipped cream, so he gets a spoonful of his own portion with as many different toppings as he can and extends his arm over the small round table, offering the (admittedly oversized) bite for his friend. “Yuta, aah~”

Cheeks thoroughly flushed, Yuta does as told, opening his mouth to get spoonfed. He hums cutely as he chews on the dessert. “Thank you, Toge! Wanna try mine too?”

“Please.”

Yuta excitedly collects waffle and some of his ice cream topping for Toge, offering a spoonful the same way the blonde had done. He accepts so easily, it’s like he forgets Toge’s concocting some evil plan half of the time. Grinning, the blonde parts his lips and sticks out his tongue to welcome the spoon into his mouth, eyes on Yuta’s the whole time. Ice cream dribbles down Toge’s chin, which he collects with a finger he sucks on provocatively. He slowly licks his lips when he’s done, and Yuta watches him to the last second before covering his face with both palms.

“Toge!” he reprimands, “You’re such a tease!”

“Ehe.”

Poor Yuta doesn’t even know this is just level two on the Toge Inumaki scale of villainy. Deepthroating a popsicle while making eye contact was, like, five and a half. If his friend proves he can handle it, who knows, he may just get a glimpse at level ten. For now, ehh… Toge would rather not scar him for life.

They hold hands on the way back too, fingers entwined like – Toge dares think – lovers , although it’s much less awkward than their way to the parlor. It’s like they’re slowly getting used to whatever it is, this weird thing they have going on, making it more solid and tangible, albeit still… pretty much incomprehensible. Toge thinks the safest bet really is friends with benefits.

Lost in his thoughts, Toge’s startled when Yuta stops moving. Looking up at his handsome face, the blonde catches him glancing at the park beside them, apparently deep in thought. “Yuta?”

“Eh- Ah…” Yuta rubs the back of his head, glancing away with his face as red as Toge’s gotten used to lately. “I was just thinking… do you, um, want to go through the park? We could chill a little, maybe?” he asks in a low voice, before finally gazing into the blonde’s eyes with some panic. “That’s–  That’s kinda boring though, isn’t it? Uhn, never mind, I’m always having these stupid ideas.”

So, basically… that means he wants to stay longer with Toge, right?

Heh. Hehehe.

The blonde tugs on his hand, pulling him towards the park entrance with an innocent smile; Yuta has a big grin that leaves Toge walking on clouds. He’s been to this place before – it’s a somewhat small park with little other than trees and grass, a tiny lake and a playground for children. He pulls Yuta along the cobblestone path with a specific destination in mind.

When they reach the empty playground, Toge comes to a stop, eyeing the colorful metallic toys with a hum. He sets his eyes on the swings, stepping onto the grass and dragging a very confused Yuta with him, nodding towards the seats.

“Ah, sure! Let’s do this,” Yuta says with more excitement than Toge would’ve imagined. Does he actually like doing silly things, or is he just happy that the blonde suggested they do something together?

…probably the first. It would be a bad idea to create more expectations than he already has.

They sit on adjacent seats, swinging lightly, and Toge doesn’t take his eyes off Yuta because he just looks incredibly handsome with his hair swaying back and forth, teeth showing in an enthusiastic smile and his cheeks pink not because of embarrassment for once, but out of glee , Toge thinks. It’s such a hypnotizing sight the blonde stops swinging at some point, just staring at the most charming person he’s ever met like a completely brainless idiot.

Yuta will be the fucking end of him.

Eventually – because it was bound to happen – Yuta catches him staring, and stops moving too, slowing down a stop. “Something wrong…? Ah!” he blinks, eyes widening a little. “Maybe… you want me to push you?”

“...please.” Although that wasn’t it at all.

Yuta gets up and goes behind Toge, firm hands settling on his shoulders for a brief second to gently push him forward, but the touch is enough to warm up all of his body. The wind blowing on his face feels like a kiss from the havens, is how lucky he feels to have this moment with Yuta. He opens up a smile wide enough to hurt his cheeks, giggling as Yuta continues to play with him like they’re kids. His friend joins in with his own happy chuckles, like he’s enjoying this silly activity, so it really surprises Toge when he suddenly stops pushing him.

The blonde looks up, the chains holding his seat halted by Yuta’s hands. His friend towers over him, upside down from the angle they’re watching each other from, and Toge has difficulty interpreting Yuta’s expression.

“...Yuta…?”

His reply comes in the form of a hug – Yuta lowers his head to the crook of Toge’s neck, arms enveloping his waist from behind. The blonde’s so befuddled he has no reaction to the act aside from developing goosebumps in his arms, because apparently his neck is very sensitive. “Thank you, Toge,” he whispers into Toge’s ear, voice soft but resolute, “For coming here with me. You make me feel so happy, I… I just want to stay with you for as long as I can. I don’t want to let you go.”

Toge feels something swirling on the pit of his stomach, something different from fluttering butterfly wings - something with more substance, more thickness to its sweet essence as it grows and spreads in his chest, stealing his breath away.

Hands tightening on the swing chains, Toge stands up, breaking free from Yuta’s grasp to spin around and face him. His friend’s dark blue eyes narrow slightly, watching him lovingly, ebony hair swaying softly with the gentle breeze. The soft pink dusting his cheeks adorns even the tip of his nose, beautiful peach-pink lips parted.

Toge places one knee on the swing, hands trembling on his friend’s shoulders as he leans forward to close the distance between them, ever so slowly. The tips of their noses touch, lips parting, eyes half-lidded as they watch each other’s movements closely. Yuta tilts his head, lips brushing so softly against Toge’s the touch feels phantom, playful – until they move in to seal the kiss.

Yuta inhales a shaky breath, hands moving to the back of Toge’s neck to keep him close. The blonde pulls off just enough that their mouths part, but Yuta immediately follows to link their lips again, deeply, like he's hungry for Toge. The blonde responds to this by flicking out his tongue to tease Yuta's soft lips, parting them but not venturing further, only creating more urgency for his friend and his rapid breaths, as well as the fingers that slide from his neck to tangle on his blond hair and tug ever so softly, while the other one holds him tightly at the waist.

His friend's tongue comes out to play with his – gentle, tender, caressing with slow strokes that part Toge's lips and greet the inside of his mouth shortly before retreating. They lock lips again, sliding them wetly together, sucking softly to create a tiny smooching sound that makes Toge sigh.

Timidly pulling away from the kiss but staying close enough their noses touch, Toge gazes into Yuta’s eyes to drink up all the details he’s never seen before – the dark blue of his irises is as deep as the bottom of the sea, spreading outwards in midnight waves. Enchanted by the ocean of his eyes, Toge threatens to kiss him again, brushing their lips fleetingly, but the emotions blooming inside his chest are too much, too intense and, trembling, he lets his forehead fall to Yuta’s shoulder, where he closes his eyes tightly.

He feels like he’s drowning; heartbeats powerful but at the same time muted, lungs hyperventilating but lacking oxygen. I love you, I love you, I love you, he repeats in his mind, a mantra that consumes his entire being with its flames.

He needs to let Yuta know how much he cares, but he’s afraid – afraid of Yuta not returning his feelings; afraid of scaring him away with his unhinged passion; afraid of ruining this beautiful little thing they have.

Most of all, he’s afraid of cursing Yuta with his words, with his feelings. With his love.

He can’t confess.

Gritting his teeth in frustration, Toge wraps his arms around his friend’s neck, burying his face on its musky scented crook. Yuta embraces him back with a joyful giggle, oblivious to the storm brewing inside Toge’s chest.

“Yuta,” he calls weakly, lips trembling and heart pounding with nervousness, because he can’t confess but he has to say something in vain hopes it will relieve his desperation. “I’m happy… wh-when…”

“Toge, it’s okay,” Yuta says softly, running his fingers through the blonde’s hair, “You don’t have to force yourself to speak.”

Toge shakes his head in denial. “It hurts…”

“What…?”

“Yuta m-makes me… t-too happy,” he manages to choke out with difficulty, pursing his lips tightly together when he’s done.

This is the best he can do…?

Yuta releases a breathy chuckle. "You scared me there, Toge. You… make me really happy too. We're a good match, eh? Hehe…"

Now that makes Toge laugh, quite heartily. Yuta's too adorable for his own good.

The blonde finally regains some semblance of calm and self control, pulling away from their hug and backing off from the swing before his folded leg goes numb. He adjusts his face mask back on and points at the seat. "Yuta."

"Ah, you wanna push me too? Sure thing," he replies with a happy smile, long legs going over the swing before he sits down. Toge goes behind him, pushing lightly at first, but steadily growing in speed. "Uh- Uh, Toge. This is– It's going a little high, huh?"

Toge smiles innocently.

And pushes him hard enough to propel him to the heavens (where he comes from, this angel). Yuta half screams, half laughs, hands tightly on the chains to prevent himself from actually flying away. Toge applies even more strength this time; Yuta goes higher than the metal bar holding the swing upright.

Yuta begins laughing so hard he actually loses his breath, as does Toge. His friend then uses his apparently olympian skills to jump off the swing at its highest, landing on the grass with a roll and then a pose with his arms spread out. Toge claps excitedly at him, while Yuta laughs breathlessly and sits down, letting his back fall to the ground. The blonde joins him shortly, laying down right beside him.

"You're a menace," Yuta comments with a chuckle, "I love it."

Toge smiles with his eyes closed. "Yuta, fun."

"Yeah. I always have a lot of fun with you, too."

As if to reinforce his words, Yuta joins their hands over the crispy grass, fingers entwining.

They finally head back to the dorm, both evidently in a good mood and without letting go of each other's hands. Yuta seems to be getting restless as they come closer to his room though. Considering everything he's said and done up to this point, maybe he just doesn't want to part ways? Well… Toge could try making their goodbyes a little… sweeter.

In front of Yuta's door, with his friend stuttering over his words, he pulls down his mask and leans in for a kiss – just a fleeting touch of lips that lingers with a tickle as he slowly pulls back. Yuta breathes in sharply, eyes widened and face red. "More?" the blonde asks, hands on Yuta's chest as he smiles mischievously.

"More."

They lean in at the same time, lips sliding wetly, with a certain agitation that wasn't present the first time they kissed. There's something else now, a flicker of fire that threatens to burn with every touch. Yuta holds him by the waist with one arm, groaning as Toge sucks and nibbles on his lower lip. The blonde hears the jingling of Yuta’s keys and the door behind them unlocking; Yuta deftly pulls them inside, mouths never parting, and closes it again by pressing Toge's back against it, knee riding up between the blonde's legs.

Hmmn– Yuta's tongue is–?!

Toge opens his eyes, heart thundering inside his chest and electric sparks tickling his nerves. Yuta's tongue is inside him, soft and wet and warm, pushing and pulling at his own appendage like he wants to devour. Toge's fingernails dig into his friend's shoulders, eyes on his concentrated, flushed face. Yuta keeps pressing their bodies closer together, bulge hardening against Toge's with small rolls and rubs. The blonde moans into the kiss, tongue dancing with Yuta's, but the sound grows way too loud when his friend's hands slide from his back to his ass, kneading.

"Mn… Yu– Ahn…!♡"

Yuta pulls away from the kiss for the first time, albeit staying so close together that their breaths mingle. "Over here," he whispers against Toge's lips while kneading his ass harder, "You like it?"

"Hnnnh…!" Toge arches his back, rubbing his erection against Yuta's at the same time he shamelessly sticks out his ass. "Y-Yuta… more…!"

To help make Yuta understand what more he wants, Toge wraps his legs around his friend's waist and rolls his hips. The friction makes both moan loudly, Yuta's mouth latching on to Toge's neck to bite and suck without decorum, causing him to shiver and tremble and mewl uncontrollably. "Yuta… m-more! More!"

The next thing Toge knows, his back hits the mattress and a feral Yuta crawls over him, devouring his mouth while fumbling with his shorts, removing them with some difficulty before doing the same to his own pants. Toge whines loudly when their naked erections rub against each other; Yuta uses the chance to delve even deeper into his mouth, exploring every inch with his tongue while his hands massage Toge's ass. When he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting them before parting, Toge's already breathless and leaking so much it's a wonder he hasn't orgasmed yet.

"Hey, Toge…" he begins, palms parting the blonde's butt cheeks and fingers teasing but not quite touching his hole, "Do you usually…" Toge nods enthusiastically, refraining from shoving himself down Yuta's fingers, but on the verge of losing control. "Can I… do it for you? I wanna feel you inside…"

Toge almost cums, then and there.

"Yuta… please…"

Smiling – warmly, but so, so erotic – Yuta reaches for his nightstand, delving into one of the drawers with trembling hands. It seems he can’t quite reach what he wants so he leans further off the bed, but it causes him to fall off and hit his forehead on the furniture with a bang . Toge immediately sits up to assess the situation, but Yuta stands up with a grin like absolutely nothing happened, reverse cursed technique burning over his injury while he lifts up a tube of lubricant for the blonde to see. “Bingo!” Crawling back onto bed with a sheepish smile, Yuta kneels in front of Toge. “Heheh. Sorry, I’m nervous. Do I look like I’m nervous?”

What the fuck, is this some kind of joke? This is the least nervous Toge’s ever seen him. The wonders of libido, he guesses. Who knows what kind of interesting behavior Yuta will show if he gets so hot and bothered he can’t control himself.

Toge smiles, eyes narrowing.

He leans in for a short kiss, one just deep enough to hopefully leave Yuta wanting more, and lays back down on the bed, fighting against the hammering of his own heart against his chest to spread his legs for Yuta to see all of him. His friend stammers, speech incomprehensible – whatever Toge’s doing, it must be working, he guesses. Fingers on the hem of his shirt, Toge pulls it higher, over his abdomen, hard dick leaking over his stomach, before his hands move to the back of his knees, to open his legs further.

“Yuta. Here.♡”

“Fuck,” Yuta mumbles under his breath, licking his lips. Toge’s smirk widens; it’s already rare enough for his friend to cuss, and it feels even better to cause such a reaction when Yuta looks like he wants to eat him like dessert. “You’re really… really beautiful.”

Toge falters, cheeks burning a thousand degrees hotter than the sun’s core. That– That was not what he expected to hear. Yuta keeps climbing over his expectations and going so high the blonde doesn’t know what to do other than stare at him like a gaping fool. Yuta grins at him, uncorking the screw of his lubricant – ah, does he use that to jerk off? Now that must be a sight to see – spreading the clear gel over his fingers without taking his eyes off Toge’s ass.

With his dry hand, he grabs the blonde’s thigh, feeling at the muscles, while his lubricated fingers spread the gel over Toge’s hole. Yuta uses his thumb first, massaging the rim with a look of utmost curiosity on his face. It almost makes Toge laugh, he’s so adorable. He’d tease his friend about it, too, if he wasn’t so busy losing his fucking mind over the delicious friction over his sensitive hole.

Yuta pushes his thumb inside, stretching it out a little like he wants to see the flesh inside. Toge gasps loudly, closing his eyes while his dick throbs over his stomach because it feels so damn good , but Yuta pulls off, calling his name softly. “Have you– Have you done this before? With… someone else?” Toge shakes his head in response. “Are you nervous…? Should I– Should I slow down?”

The blonde opens his eyes, watching Yuta’s worried face with surprise, before a tiny snort leaves him unattended. Yuta makes a puppy face at him, which he sits up to kiss away. He can’t outright tell Yuta that he’s not nervous, that it’s okay because it’s him, but he can try to make him feel better in other ways. Sitting on his friend’s lap, Toge laps inside his mouth, guiding Yuta’s lubricated hand back to his hole. “Inside,” he whispers against Yuta’s lips, before capturing them again.

Groaning into the kiss, Yuta finally makes the move – one hand firmly on Toge’s thigh and the other by his ass, he dips his finger into Toge, massaging around slowly and leaving the blonde breathless before he’s even done pushing all the way in.

Yuta–

Yuta’s finger, it’s inside him!♡

Toge laughs shortly, rolling his hips while kissing Yuta so deep none of them can breathe, and his partner kisses him back just as passionately, finger rubbing inside him before retreating to the entrance, only to be joined by a second one. Toge moans loud and lewd, mouth leaving Yuta’s so he can look for that damn lubricant; there’s no way he should be the only one feeling so good. The pleasure makes thinking difficult, but he finds the still opened tube and smears a generous amount over his fingers, while pulling his shirt behind his erection, and then doing the same to Yuta’s considerably bigger one.

The sight alone makes him twitch, but then Yuta scissors his fingers inside, exploring every inch of him, it feels so good he’s left practically reactionless. “Hn–yah– Yut—a–!♡” he moans brokenly, lubricated hand moving to their throbbing cocks to stroke them together. He uses both hands, face buried on Yuta’s shoulder to bite down on it, maybe keep in some of his sounds.

“Ah… T-Toge…” Yuta groans huskily on his ear, “You’re… really soft inside,” he continues, pushing in a third finger that goes in quite easily thanks to Toge’s solo explorations and Yuta’s own thorough fucking. “So warm. Feels good.”

“Nn– Mmnya– Y-Yu—!♡”

Yuta’s fingers start fucking him faster, and Toge retributes by stroking their erections in a similar rhythm. He’s already seeing stars and he hasn’t even cum yet, but he’s so close, so close , it makes him twitch and tremble and moan uncontrollably, incomprehensibly.

Yuta hits his sweet spot.

Toge arches his spine sharply, eyes rolling to the back of his head and tongue falling out as he half yells, half laughs at how incredible it feels, then Yuta hits it again, and again, and again , fingers rubbing incessantly while their cocks throb together, and Toge loses it, gut tightening sharply with pleasure. “C-Cummiiinnng…! ♡ ” he cries, orgasm hitting him so hard he quakes against Yuta, milking out their cocks until he can’t move, overwhelmed by his post orgasm spasms. The stars behind his eyelids haven’t disappeared yet, but he still opens them to look at Yuta. He’s so fucked , so inebriated there’s no way he’ll have to strength to finish jerking him off. “Y-Yuta,” he stammers, “C-Can’t– Mo-”

Yuta shushes him with a kiss. Their tongues play together for too short a time; his friend pulls off with a tired smile. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, “I actually, uh… I came before you. You were too cute, I couldn’t hold it back.”

Toge widens his eyes, a snort escaping them practically at the same time, turning into breathless laughter. They rest their foreheads against each other’s, lips brushing together in a featherly touch, eyes gazing deep into one another but, at the same time, without focus. Toge wants to be like this for the rest of his life, with this person. It’s all he wants.

That’s why he pulls away.

Heart thundering and limbs trembling, Toge stands up without looking at Yuta, mumbling “Shower,” in hopes that he won’t notice there’s something wrong, that it hurts.

But, he’s gonna be okay. He just needs more time to process this whole thing, is all.

The next few days are truly dreamy – they hold hands everywhere when they’re not being seen, and Yuta’s been hugging him very frequently. The kisses haven’t stopped either, growing more intimate and confident as they experiment with what works or doesn’t. It’s fun learning what ticks off each other, and Toge especially enjoys Yuta’s good night kisses. The one from last night, against the hallway wall, left him weak in the knees and with his dick yearning for some attention as well. He’s usually the one with the little wicked plans, but he’s pretty sure Yuta’s purposely building up their libido, if the way he’s always rock hard when they’re done kissing is any indication. He looks mischievously at Toge sometimes, like he’s waiting for him to give in first, ask for some action.

Unfortunately for him, Toge doesn’t back off from a challenge.

He’s way better at playing this specific game too, which is why after they have lunch that day he leans back on his chair, legs crossed, and folds one arm over his chest, the other one folding up to hold up his tilted head. A blushing Yuta switches his gaze between Toge and the table multiple times, chewing on his lip like he’s reluctant to speak. He’s been like that the whole morning – aside from failing at trying to hide his sudden boners, as usual – and sadly for him, the blonde really wants to show him who’s the evil mastermind here.

“Yuta?” he inquires, pretending he’s oblivious to Yuta’s sexual distress.

“Uh… I’m, I’m okay, I was just wondering…” His friend finally gives up and actually looks him in the eye. “I really, really can’t take it anymore. D-do you feel like… doing that again?”

Jackpot.

Toge does a finger circle over his mouth, sticking out his tongue to simulate a blowjob, and it has an immediate effect on Yuta – he makes a throaty sound, like a choked moan, and visibly gulps down, licking his lips. “You mean… you want to– Like the popsicle?”

Could he just nod like a good boy and save Yuta the torture of getting even hornier? Absolutely. But these last few days have been hard on Toge too, and he’s not exactly a good person when he’s horny (he's not even that good of a person when he's not). Instead, the blonde leans over the table, lips brushing over Yuta’s ear. “The name is… deepthroat. Say it.”

Yuta shivers, letting out a choked moan. “D-Deep- deepthroat,” he obeys, “You want… to deepthroat m-me…?”

“Your big cock,” Toge whispers, “Say it.”

Whining erotically, Yuta obeys his command once more. “Y-you want t-to deepthroat… m-my big cock?” Toge hums by his ear, threatening to give him yet another order, when Yuta whines again. “Please, Toge, I can’t– I can’t take it anymore! I need it so bad," he admits.

Ah! Cute. And with good timing too; he can’t do that kind of thing with a sore throat. Toge giggles happily as he backs off, going around the table to take a very tense, very red Yuta by the hand to lead him outside. There’s a classroom out of use by the end of the second hallway; that should be safer than going down on him then and there. Upon entering the deserted room, Toge closes the door behind them and pushes Yuta against the wall beside it, causing his friend to inhale sharply in anticipation.

Toge smiles cutely at him, placing a small kiss on his lips before dropping to his knees and getting ‘face to face’ with Yuta’s clothed cock. Ahh, he’s been waiting badly for this. He even practiced with his toy and got... interesting results, so he's actually pretty darn confident he can do a good job.

If he can even fit this special-grade dick in his mouth.

Touching Yuta’s erection with his fingertip, Toge hums. He just had to be huge, didn’t he?

Seeing as they don’t have that much time, the blonde begins opening Yuta’s pants, button first, then zipper. He pulls it down together with the black underwear caging in his prize, gasping when Yuta’s erection springs out. Intimidating up this close, but beautiful, too – thick veins running down its pulsating length, the head adorned by a pearly drop of precum. Leaking so soon! Poor Yuta must really be desperate.

He turns his focus to the base, brushing his nose against the tight, hot skin to inhale Yuta’s manly scent before licking all the way to the tip. He tastes so good, so musky, so Yuta, Toge lets out a moan, eyes on Yuta’s aroused face. His friend places the back of his hand to his mouth, the other finding Toge’s hair to grab it softly. Grinning toothily, Toge turns his attention back to the needy erection leaking even more, threatening to spill.

Collecting the flavorful precum with his tongue, Toge groans with pleasure, hands grabbing Yuta’s thighs before he takes the head into his mouth and gives it a tentative suck, his partner's juices filling his palate. Yuta trembles, fingers tightening on his hair and voice barely contained. That has to be a good sign, right?

Feeling more confident by the minute, Toge begins taking in his heavy length until it reaches the back of his throat and just… stops. The blonde frowns, humming in determination, relaxing his jaw to better accommodate Yuta’s size, and his throat to allow passage. It works, and Yuta fills his mouth and throat with his cock, making Toge roll his eyes back in pleasure, his own dick threatening to burst from inside his shorts. He decides he can’t wait for sweet retribution, opening his zipper to pull out his erection and stroke it.

Yuta’s fingers tighten on his hair, urging him to move, which he does with gusto – he pulls off almost the whole length before taking everything in again, using the little window between movements to take a short but quite needed breath. Yuta moans brokenly above him, cock pulsating inside his mouth and thighs tight and tense beneath Toge’s palms. “T-Toge,” he groans, the hand hiding his mouth moving to his ebony hair, to push it back, “Your mouth… is so warm… feels good…!"

“Mmhn! ♡“

Toge happily swallows him whole again, bobbing his head up and down faster, while his hand works just as quickly on his own cock. The lack of oxygen makes him lightheaded, but somehow that heightens the pleasure he feels himself – maybe he has an unknown asphyxiation kink he could explore with Yuta later. “S-Slow–! I’m– Almost…!”

Mm! That’s perfect; Toge goes down on him even faster, tears spilling from his eyes as Yuta grabs his hair with both hands, pushing his cock in deep and hard and holding Toge’s head still. “Ahhn…! T-Toge– I’m gonna-ahh…!”

He spills his seed inside of the blonde’s welcoming throat, cock pulsating deliciously with release, and that’s exactly what sends Toge over the edge, cumming all over his hand. His treat is still hard when Yuta pulls it out, and Toge makes sure to keep sucking to taste more of his thick cum. He swallows every single drop he’s able to get on his tongue, wiping away his tears before grinning toothily at a flabbergasted Yuta. “Tasty!♡” he comments energetically.

Yuta whines and slides down to the ground, sitting in front of Toge looking like he’s been hit by two different trains at the same time. “You’re incredible,” he comments breathlessly, “Do you… do this often…? With– I mean–”

“Toy,” Toge explains. Yuta nods, and it’s actually kinda cute the way he looks relieved. It’s probably already damn late and they’re gonna be found out if they take any longer, so the blonde doesn’t tease him about it, instead tucking his dick inside his shorts while Yuta does the same. He stands up and offers his clean hand to help Yuta up, and they leave for the bathroom to try and get a little more… presentable before returning to class.

During the afternoon, they have physical training in the form of sparring. Toge’s relieved he’s not up against Yuta, but rather against Panda, because there’s no guarantee they wouldn’t end up with bulges visible to everyone (and the Satoru Gojo never forgives, never forgets). The downside is, when he sits down with his sparring partner for a little pause, he has to watch Maki beat the living shit out of Yuta (although, he won’t lie: it’s amusing at the same time). She actually sends him flying with a kick, screaming something about him being distracted and ‘stop staring at your boyfriend, you dumbass!’

Toge pretends he didn’t hear the ‘boyfriend’ part, watching Yuta sit up with an adorable pout he’d love to kiss, to be frank. His friend’s eyes soon find him, though, face flaring up into different shades of red, and he opens up a smile, waving at Toge. The blonde waves back, thankful that his high collar hides his own redness.

“Yep, there it is, they’re in love, your honor,” Panda announces. Toge frowns in response, tugging on his collar to keep it even higher, just in case.

“Tuna mayo!”

“Bleh, don’t ‘tuna mayo’ me! I’m a Panda, not a mole rat. I can see all the floating hearts that spawn when you look at each other.”

…from Yuta too? Huh…

“So are you two dating or what?”

It’s probably ‘or what’. Toge shrugs to convey the message.

“Really really? Hmmm, I dunno, dude. I saw you two together earlier and it was kinda sus.”

What–

What?! What the fuck?! He can’t possibly mean– He didn’t see them– It’s not like they were– Is he talking about–?! “Kelp…?” he asks, voice cracking.

“Yeah, how can you do that and, like, not be dating?”

“T-Tuna mayo…?”

“Well, I was so surprised I ran away. You don’t look like the kind of guy who’d do that in public, so I was like, welp, better not scare them off! Let the lovebirds be!” he explains, like he’s talking about the weather and not (possibly) about catching Toge giving Yuta a blowjob, which makes him confused, because he should be freaking out, a lot, if that’s the case.

Unless he’s talking about something else? What the hell is Panda talking about?! He’s killing Toge!

“Tuna mayo! Kelp! Mustard leaf!” Toge yells, slapping Panda’s soft fur in hopes it will untangle the truth from his soft fur.

“Oi! Oi oi, calm down! I’m calling PETA!” Panda whines. Toge stops slapping him, instead hugging his legs close to his chest and mumbling sushi ingredients under his breath. His bear friend rubs Toge’s head with his warm paw, humming. “It’s okay, sushi boy. I won’t tell Maki; she’d never let you hear the end of it. Toge Inumaki holding hands with Yuta like boyfriends ? Golden!”

And he starts laughing.

Toge deadpans.

“Tuna,” fucking, “Mayo?”

“Yeah, you know, in the morning before class. You were holding hands, all blushy-wushy, I thought you were gonna kiss. Wait, did you?!” He looks at an unresponsive Toge, then lets out a short laugh. “You totally did, didn’t you? That’s why you’re being so shy!”

The blonde lays down on the grass, exhausted. What kind of friend does this shit?! This is torture! If there was a PETA for humans, Toge would be calling it. Wait. That would be the police. Nevermind.

“Well, if you’re already at that level”, Panda continues, scratching his chin, “How come you’re not dating?”

Toge just… groans. There’s no way he can explain the complexity of the situation with just sushi ingredients. But he thinks on the question, because it’s one he’s been trying to avoid ever since their first kiss. After all that’s happened, what exactly does he mean to Yuta?

“Well, I won’t pry anymore. You two obviously like each other a lot, so it’s gonna be fine.”

Huh… who knows. Toge definitely more than likes Yuta, but it takes two to tango.

Toge spends the rest of the day with these thoughts spiraling in his head – the sweet nothings Yuta’s whispered into his ear, his hugs and kisses, the way he’s always gentle and tender… and why, with all of those displays of affection, they’re still ‘friends’.

Toge’s starting to hate that word.

It creates a certain wall between them, one he doesn’t know if he can, or even should climb. To have this kind of distance separating them when all they’ve done is get closer and closer makes him slowly lose his mind.

He longs to stay together with Yuta, just the two of them, so he can drown his preoccupations by locking their lips and holding his partner tight, bathing in his warmth – and the time finally comes, in front of Yuta’s door, fingers entwined and a smile he’s come to know means a good night kiss is in order, but–

But the feeling in his gut won’t go away.

‘How come you’re not dating?’ Panda had asked, and– and his question was so valid. What’s stopping them from taking the next step? They’re doing so much already, why can’t they do more? Nothing would change. It would just cement their strange, puzzling relationship.

But, that… that would require Yuta to feel something for him. And for him to know Toge feels something for him, too.

Yuta’s hand slides to his cheek, cupping it warmly as he leans in for a kiss, which Toge accepts with a certain reluctance he fights not to let show – not because he doesn’t want it, but because he wants more , possibly more than Yuta’s willing to give him, and it hurts. He places both hands on his friend’s shoulders, pushing him gently away, and looking up at confused deep blue eyes. “Y-Yuta… I…”

Sorry, I like you.

He opens his mouth to continue speaking, but it doesn’t come out. His breathing becomes ragged, chest aching as he hides his face on Yuta’s chest. “I– I j-just…”

Sorry, I love you.

The words won’t leave his mouth and the pain only increases; part of his efforts have to go to not hyperventilating. Gritting his teeth in frustration, Toge closes his eyes tightly. It’s such simple words! He shouldn’t be scared of words! He’s been able to talk so much to Yuta, more than he’s ever done with anyone, and he’s been successful at not cursing the words he’s not sure are safe. It should be okay, but–!

Nothing comes out. Only breaths and rasps. Toge looks up at Yuta with his face in flames, hoping something, anything will show in his eyes.

Sorry, I–

Yuta chuckles.

“You’re really cute when you’re being shy, Toge,” he murmurs, fingers caressing the blonde’s cheek. “Is it about what we did earlier, in that classroom? You… took the lead earlier so, um, how about you relax and let me take care of you now?” he offers with a timid smile.

Toge doesn’t know how to reply.

He lets Yuta embrace him, strong arms enveloping his body, and lips sliding warmly against his. He lets himself be pushed against the wall, lets Yuta abuse his mouth with his hot tongue, fingertips burning his skin as they sneak inside his shirt. He lets Yuta moan into his mouth, even moaning back, while their bodies rub against each other and his friend’s hard on presses against his, a feeling he’s come to relish, because this is what they’ve become. This is all they are. It’s all Yuta wants. Friends, with benefits.

Yuta doesn’t love him back.

So he lets it happen, until he doesn’t.

Until the pain inside his chest becomes so great it spills from his eyes in the form of hot tears – because he doesn’t have the strength to confess, because Yuta doesn’t return his feelings, because he let things get this far when it shouldn’t even have began.

It was fun, until it wasn’t.

And Toge should have known this would happen the moment he realized Yuta wasn’t just a crush. He’s always been so ‘selfless’, locking his speech behind stupid sushi ingredients to protect people, keeping a safe distance from everyone, helping civilians and sorcerers alike with his strength and risking his life for them. It’s always been like that. He’s always lived for others. But this time, just this once, he’d like to be selfish and claim Yuta Okkotsu as his own, to tell him he loves him and to please love him back.

And he would. He decides, in that moment, that he will one hundred percent use his voice of command to tell Yuta to love him, if it comes to that – if Yuta just gives him an ounce more of affection.

Disgusted at himself, his tears become bitter, flowing more intensely as he trembles in Yuta’s arms. Yuta tries to calm him down, but the blonde can’t comprehend a single word of what he’s saying, and his tenderness only makes Toge feel worse about himself. He pushes his friend away, sight blurry, and leaves for his own room, where he quickly locks the door and ignores Yuta pounding on it, calling his name. He takes steps back until his legs can’t carry him anymore, leaving him to fall weakly to his knees.

Staring at the floor, Toge sniffles. The tears keep flowing, but he has no strength to actually cry. Meanwhile, Yuta keeps banging on the door.

It’s okay. He’ll be okay. He doesn’t love Toge like this; the blonde will give him some lame excuse tomorrow, and he’ll forget about it. About everything. About Toge.

Sorry, he thinks bitterly, I’ll leave you.

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Yuta steps back from Toge's door with his heart in his hands, eyes widened, breaths coming out in sharp rasps. His friend’s name falls from his lips one last time in a quiet whisper, taking with it a few stray teardrops that burn hot trails down his face.

The door never opens.

And Yuta knows, because he stays there for the longest time, back against the cold wood as he hugs his legs close to his chest and buries his face between them. He waits, patient and unmovable, for a relief that doesn't come. Instead, he’s plagued by the memory of Toge’s tears, his quivering lips and pained sobs; the ghost of guilt weighing on his shoulders, because he knows he ignored all the signs leading to this fallout.

It wasn't the first time the usually confident and carefree Toge acted like that – timid, bashful, like he had something he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to… something like a rejection. Yuta wasn't sure about the latter before, but he should have known better.

Rather, he did know better and still went through with everything.

Toge didn't even want any of this, did he? Their weird relationship, their date, their intimacy. Even the kisses that Yuta loved so much. Yuta just kept being selfish and abusing his friend's kindness, taking everything that was offered and then some more. That's the kind of person he is.

He's the worst.

There's a crack in the air then, a spark of cursed energy that raises the hairs all over his body and quickly manifests into Rika, freezing every single inch of Yuta's body with raw terror. Face between his knees still, he trembles, unable to move.

"Yuta is crying? Don't cry, Yuta. Rika will help."

…help? But–

Yuta’s crying because of Toge. That means–

Drawing breath sharply, he stands up as fast as his limbs will allow and grabs Rika’s wrist tightly, using all his might to drag her monstrous body through the hallway and into his bedroom, almost breaking his door in the process of going in. He releases the curse and closes the door behind him with his back, guarding it with his body as his lungs work into overexertion. On the verge of hyperventilating, Yuta has trouble forming words.

“P-Please–” He chokes out, cold tears wettening his eyes, “Please, Rika! I– I beg you, please , don’t hurt Toge! He did nothing wrong, this isn’t his fault!”

Sobbing as he tries to regain his breathing, and still guarding his door like his life depends on it – like a flimsy wooden door could stop her; like there’s any corner of the world Yuta could possibly hide Toge in to flee from her grasp – he watches with growing anxiety as the curse tilts her white head to the side.

“Rika doesn’t understand.” She straightens her head back up, a clawed finger reaching for Yuta’s chest to touch it just hard enough for him to feel it through his clothes. “Rika won’t hurt someone Yuta loves.”

Ah.

He releases a breath, falling to his knees. The tears he’d been holding back spill from his eyes like a torrent, pushed out by sobs that shake his entire frame. Pushing the heels of his palms against his burning eyes, Yuta grits his teeth.

Rika is a curse, and she still–!

She somehow manages to be a better person than him. Yuta's such a failure as a human being. He can't even create any kind of link to someone without fucking it up; it’s no wonder he ended up cursing her spirit. He’ll end up cursing Toge too, no doubt about it, if he already hasn’t.

“Yuta is a good boy,” Rika assures, interrupting his thoughts, “But he needs to stop keeping things inside.”

Things… like feelings?

Yuta gazes with exhaustion at the floor, hands dropping to the side of his body. It’s true that he’s been keeping his true feelings away from Toge, but that’s because he just didn’t have the courage to say anything – why bother risking losing everything, when he was neck deep in a comfort zone? And now… even if he did gather enough guts to confess, what good would it make? Toge already hates him. Yuta would just humiliate himself for nothing.

If he has any luck left in his life, then at least his friendship with Toge is still intact.

Yuta wakes up more hopeful. It’s gonna be okay, he thinks, sliding his bag over his shoulder and sitting on the edge of his bed to wait for Toge to knock on the door, so that they can go to class together. It’s routine – it’s been routine ever since the beginning, when they weren’t even friends, but just acquaintances – and in the only instances in which that routine has been broken, it’s been due to external influences. A mission, a sickness, something.

It’s gonna be okay, he thinks, until it’s not okay anymore because it’s twenty minutes past their usual meeting time and he’ll be late for class in about thirteen seconds.

He waits ‘till the last one.

Then he rushes out, almost smacking his face on the wall right outside his door and darting through the hallways at his absolute fastest, partly because he wants to avoid Gojo-sensei’s torturous punishments, and partly because he has a gut feeling – one that insists, quite vehemently, that Toge’s already there. That his friend broke their routine. That he’s been left behind.

When Yuta opens the door, he already knows what he’ll find, and it doesn’t hurt any less – Toge’s there, platinum locks hiding his downcast eyes. Ah… he didn’t spike his hair today. It looks cute. Yuta wishes he could say that out loud but, as it stands, his only option is sucking his lower lip into his mouth and walking to his desk like an abandoned puppy, because his arrival doesn’t cause the slightest reaction in the blonde.

It continues like that throughout the whole morning – Yuta tries to peek at him a few times, but he seems too focused on Gojo’s lesson to notice his friend’s existence. The atmosphere’s changed, too, like everyone’s more somber – their teacher didn’t even call him out for being late – but it could be that Yuta just can’t find joy in anything.

He hasn’t eaten anything since he woke up and, even when it’s lunch time, his appetite hasn’t shown its face. Yuta isn’t exactly a glutton but he eats his fair share of food even when he’s sick, so he lets out a disappointed sigh when he’s unable to imagine himself eating even one grain of rice. He doesn’t look up from his desk when Toge makes noise beside him, because he knows his friend is just gonna go out the door like he isn’t leaving anything behind.

“Huh? You’re not having lunch with Yuta today?” he hears Maki ask quietly, confirming his suspicions. Can’t hear Toge’s reply, if there’s any.

Yuta’s lips curl up in resignation. It’s all over between them, isn’t it?

“Oi, Yuta,” Maki finally addresses him. He doesn’t look at her. “Don’t you wanna have lunch with us?”

“Not hungry. Thanks anyway.”

“Not–” Maki groans. “What do you mean, not hungry? You gotta eat something if you wanna keep your scrawny ass standing upright. Let’s just go and–”

“Not hungry,” Yuta insists, “I didn’t even bring lunch. I just wanna take a nap.”

Maki sighs. Her footsteps disappear off into the hallway, leaving Yuta to drop his head over his folded arms in peace and quiet. Eyes sliding closed, a heavy sleepiness washes over him, probably emotional exhaustion, which is easy for him to discern. He’s used to the feeling. It drags his consciousness away, shutting off his brain to just keep him disconnected from the thoughts eating him up inside. A curtain of pure black closes over his eyelids, muscles tingling as they relax–

Bonk!

Yuta sits upright faster than he’s able to scream or make sense of what exactly just hit him in the head. Blinking with his eyebrows tightly knit in confusion, Yuta stares at the sandwich on his desk. What… how? No, rather, who the hell would throw a sandwich at him? It was probably through the window, too, considering the direction it came from, but there’s no one there.

Yuta takes the bread and spins it on his palms, trying to find any indication of who pulled this weird stunt, but there aren’t any notes or anything like that. It… couldn’t have been… Toge, right? He’s upset at Yuta; he wouldn’t ever–

Smack!

“Ow!” Yuta stands up with a hand to his head, this time spinning faster towards the window, catching but a glimpse of platinum hair that disappears just as fast as it had appeared.

That was– That was definitely–!

Yuta’s heart springs back to life in a somersault; his eyes move to the boxed orange juice that dropped to the floor after hitting him. He picks it up with a small smile, sitting back on his desk to eat his surprise meal with a tad bit more hope than he had before.

Unlike the other day, when it starts to rain that afternoon, Yuta resists a groan. He’d been very excited about his little plan that didn’t work – ‘forgetting’ his umbrella so that Toge would share his – but now the situation’s different. Toge may have assaulted him with a sandwich so he wouldn’t starve, but even after that he’s been just as cold as he was in the morning. He doesn’t seem to want anything to do with Yuta.

But he brought his umbrella, today. He’d promised.

Once they’re released from class Toge rushes out without looking back, and Yuta rubs the back of his head with a sigh, standing up to grab his things without an ounce of energy.

“Everything alright?”

Blinking, Yuta looks back at a surprisingly soft Gojo, hands on his pockets as if not to look too mushy – as if the Satoru Gojo could ever look mushy. “Uhm– Yeah.”

“Really? You and Toge seem a little… off.”

Yuta lowers his head, pursing his lips. “It’s nothing.”

“Hm. Weird. I didn’t think ‘nothing’ could do this,” he motions with his finger towards Yuta, “To happy boys like you two. You were all lovey-dovey up until yesterday, so how come you’re both dragging the temperature down with your bad moods today?”

…did Gojo just say there were lovey-dovey? No, absolutely not, right? Yuta must have heard him wrong, otherwise this would be one of the most embarrassing conversations he’s ever had with a teacher. And there were plenty of those.

“I… don’t know what happened,” he admits.

“That means you’re not communicating well.” The teacher rubs his chin, head turned to the side. “Have you talked to him about this?”

“He’s avoiding me.”

“I see.” Gojo smiles big, tapping Yuta on the shoulder a few times. “I might have just had an incredible – Uhm, I mean I just remembered I ordered some stuff from the bakery, I gotta go get it. Stay strong, Yuta! Remember, communication is key!”

He disappears just as suddenly as he’d appeared, leaving Yuta to grunt. Communication is exactly his – their – biggest flaw. Throwing his bag over his shoulder, Yuta walks out of the classroom and down the hallways.

Will he be able to walk this path with Toge beside him again?

Maybe if he apologizes…

If Toge’s still here – if he’s waited for them to share an umbrella – then… then Yuta will talk to him. He’ll apologize for being a selfish, overbearing idiot, and hopefully… if only as friends, they can go back to how things were. Yuta just wants to see him smile again, hear him say his name. He took a lot from Toge, but he doesn't need much.

Rounding the corner to the exit, Yuta sighs. Toge isn’t there, but he does see a dark silhouette far away outside, so… his friend didn’t wait, but if Yuta runs a little, he can catch up.

…should he, though? It’s obvious Toge doesn’t want to give him the time of day.

Chewing on his lower lip, Yuta closes his eyes.

And he dashes outside.

The rain pours heavily over his clothes, soaking him within seconds, but he doesn’t let the cold bites stop him – he calls Toge’s name, legs taking long strides to reach him, but the blonde doesn’t stop and doesn’t look back. Gritting his teeth, Yuta closes the distance between them and grabs his friend by the arm to spin him around.

Even then, Toge won’t look at him. His hair falls like molten platinum over his downcast face, hiding his expression.

Are these tears? Or just raindrops, sliding down his cheeks to disappear behind his collar?

Yuta releases him, unable to say a word – they’re too far buried inside his chest, and the constriction making it ache won’t let them out. He watches Toge leave, step by step, until he disappears from sight; only then he starts his own slow, heavy pace to go back to the dormitory. Upon reaching his room, Yuta gazes at Toge’s door, hoping the blonde will come out with a big smile and tell him it was just one big prank, they’re okay! They can hang out together again, and go out for waffles, and play games!

Nothing happens.

Yuta lowers his head and goes into his own room.

“I planned something really cool for y’all tonight!” their teacher announces the next morning, excitement so apparent it’s almost scary (Satoru Gojo is never harmless when he’s excited, Yuta’s come to know). “You anklebiters don’t gotta thank me, I know I’m an exceptionally competent and reliable sensei. Imagine how few aspiring jujutsu sorcerers get to be tutored by the strongest man alive. You four are special enough as it is, but I also happen to really like you! The lemons life gives us, right?”

“...sure, but you haven’t told us what it is yet,” Panda mentions.

“Ah, don’t be in a rush, let me build up some anticipation! So it involves a spooky forest, a bunch of curses, and getting tied together like Christmas sugar canes! So mysterious, I wonder what it could–”

“It’s a Courage Test then,” Maki interrupts.

“Boo! You ruined the surprise, Maki!”

“It’s not a surprise if it’s obvious.”

Gojo huffs, crossing his arms across his chest. “It’s a Courage Test, yeah, but of course it’s got a little twist! You’re gonna be avoiding Yaga’s cursed dolls as you go.”

“Avoiding?” Yuta asks, “We can’t fight them?”

“Well, sure you can, if you have a death wish,” Gojo grins, “Because you won’t be able to use your cursed energies.”

“So we can fight them,” Maki and Panda say in unison.

“Of course you two would be an exception, but good luck doing that while tied up to each other, and without the aid of cursed tools. You two can kick ass without problem even then, so of course I’m gonna pair y’all up evenly.”

…whew. For a moment, Yuta thought he’d go with–

“Panda will go with Maki.”

Whaaat?! How the hell is that even?! Yuta only doesn’t make a scandal out of it because he’s not dumb enough to miss an excuse to be alone with Toge when the blonde keeps avoiding him. Stealing a glance at Toge, he finds his friend staring right back at him, although he switches his gaze back to Gojo in the blink of an eye.

“That means Yuta and Toge will go together,” their teacher continues, lifting up a finger as if to make a point. “The rules are simple. The pairs will be tied up with a special cursed tool I may or may not have designed myself, at the cost of a night's sleep. It’s a red string that impedes the manifestation of cursed energy, which means you’ll be as flimsy as regular humans… for a limited time. After an hour has passed, the string will disintegrate, unless you cut it with a very special pair of scissors I’m gonna leave on the mountain. You win if you bring back the string!”

Panda hums. “How are we gonna find scissors on a mountain, at night? Flashlights won’t help with that.”

“It makes a very… unique sound. You’ll know when you start getting close to it.”

It's just a regular forest, Yuta muses. Principal Yaga's cursed energy, flowing through his dolls, can be felt from the very entrance – which means there must be a lot of them, and it's gonna be a headache to get that pair of scissors.

Honestly, to Yuta, even scarier than the prospect of getting his teeth punched out of his mouth by cute killer dolls is getting paired up with the object of his affection and sent off into a dark forest. It would be awesome if things were okay between them, but now… they can barely look each other in the eyes. It'll be a miracle if they're able to go back without getting even more hurt.

He nods at Toge after their teacher's done repeating the rules – and the blonde nods back at him, which makes him a little bit relieved because, at the very least, they'll be cooperating towards the same goal.

He's not being completely rejected.

Yuta’s heart palpitates when he joins hands with Toge. It should feel natural at this point, and yet… it’s just like the first time they did it: a little awkward and timid, with them glancing at each other with their cheeks flushed. Feels like they’re starting over. He tightens his hold on his friend’s warm hand, entwining their fingers; a small sigh of relief escapes him when Toge doesn't pull away.

Gojo starts tying them together, long fingers wrapping the red string around their wrists and creating an excessively ornate knot, if Yuta’s to be honest. Immediately, he feels the effects of the weird tool – there’s a weight that seems to lift off his shoulders, leaving a strange tingling in his skin that disappears within a few seconds. Gojo smiles. “It’s not only about winning, okay? I won’t punish you with a thousand laps around the track field if you lose.”

“...that’s really suspicious, sensei,” Yuta mumbles.

“Nope! Nothing suspicious about leaving you unable to use your inherited techniques, no matter how hard you try! It’s not like I paired you two with second intentions, not at all, right? I wouldn’t be so cunning,” he giggles, going around them to push the two off into the forest.

Hold on. Their inherited techniques…

Toge’s cursed speech…?

Yuta glances at his friend as they continue walking, moonlight illuminating Toge’s pale skin through the trees. Gulping down, Yuta looks back at the path ahead of them and turns on his flashlight, but there’s no way he can focus on the test when he could have a conversation with Toge without his friend ending up exhausted and stressed. Once they’re far enough into the forest that Gojo can’t see or hear them (hopefully), Yuta swallows down. “T-Toge– Do you… wanna talk?”

To his disappointment, the blonde shakes his head, eyes on the dirt path beneath them. Sighing, Yuta nods. It’s okay, right? They have one hour. Maybe if Yuta starts talking, then Toge will join in. He opens his mouth a few times, trying to get his thoughts out, but it’s really difficult finding the right words. “Toge, I–”

“Shh!”

A lot of things happen then, all at the same time: Yuta only has enough time to blink before he’s pushed away from the path, flashlight slipping away from his grasp as he falls back first with Toge over his body. The blonde’s light goes off and his hand covers Yuta’s mouth so fast he has no reaction time. Left in the dark, but Yuta’s flashlight illuminates where they were just a moment ago, revealing a very angry cursed doll that shatters it beneath its foot, growling. Its dark silhouette continues down the path.

Toge lets out a breath, getting off Yuta and releasing his mouth as they sit up. Under the moonlight, his expression traits are fairly visible, revealing a tiny scowl and knit eyebrows. “You’re such a knucklehead,” the blonde says in a low voice, almost a whisper, “Those dolls hit hard. I know hurting your face is a hobby, but you can’t get healed right now, so maybe don’t be a dummy?”

Yuta breathes, and watches. His heart springs inside his chest, doing so many loops it’s a wonder it hasn’t escaped outside – although it tries to, from his throat, as he opens his mouth to speak. Stuttering, Yuta nods. “Y-yeah, I’m– I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful. Are you alright? You– You didn’t get injured, did you?”

He has to hear more of Toge’s voice. He has to.

“No, I’m okay. And I know what you’re doing; stop trying to make me talk!” he murmurs angrily, but it ends up being cute because he’s blushing so hard it’s noticeable in the near dark.

“I can’t,” Yuta whispers, “I won’t. I don’t wanna miss this chance… let me talk to you. Please.”

Toge purses his lip, looking away. He stands up, pulling Yuta along with him, and turning his flashlight on to start walking again. “There’s nothing to talk about," he says softly, but there's nothing Yuta disagrees more with.

“If there’s nothing, then why…” Yuta stops himself, breathing getting ragged with the memory of Toge’s tears. “Why’d you cry that day?”

“...I stubbed my toe.”

“You totally didn’t! You had shoes on!”

“Then you stepped on my toe!”

“Then I’m sorry!”

Toge stops walking, looking back at Yuta with his lips pursed. His glance then falls to the ground, where his flashlight illuminates. A moment passes by without either of them saying a word. “Don’t apologize,” he breathes out, “It’s not your fault.”

“I stepped on your toe and it wasn’t my fault?”

Toge scowls at him. “No, it was my fault.”

“How does that even work and why are you lying?” Yuta scowls right back at him, determined. Rika was right – he should stop keeping things inside. This all happened because he didn’t have the guts to properly talk to Toge, and he’s gonna fix it with this chance Gojo gave them. “You didn’t stub anything! You know what? Liar liar, pants on fire!”

Toge laughs, shortly, before smacking the back of his hand – the one with the flashlight – against his mouth. He coughs, looking away, pretending to be annoyed. “I can’t believe you just liar liar’d me!”

“I believe I just did.”

“So you’re showing your fangs now, are you, Mr. Goody Two Shoes? What’s next, you’re gonna accuse me of hitting you on the head with a sandwich?”

“Ah! I knew that had to be you!”

A screech comes from their left, where a cursed doll jumps out of a bush to grin menacingly at them. “Run!” Toge yells, pulling on Yuta’s hand to flee the wild beast, but laughing all the same. “See, now this was your fault!” he chuckles, tripping on his feet but avoiding a fall.

“No way! This is on you!” Yuta laughs back at him, jumping over a log on their way at the last second.

“Alright, we’re both stupid! Let’s take care of that thing now. Teamwork?”

“Teamwork!”

Yuta accelerates and grabs Toge’s other wrist, firmly setting down his feet to spin his friend around as hard as he possibly can. The blonde hits the cursed doll with a kick, sending it flying into the darkness with an admittedly cute scream.

They stagger to a stop, managing not to fall down on the grass by holding onto each other and immediately take off again, to gain more distance between themselves and the murderous doll.

Panting, they come to a stop in a clearing. Toge all but drags their tired bodies to a big rock close to the treeline, to sit down with a huff. Yuta accompanies him by sitting down back to back, so they can lean their weights against each other. “You’re right,” the blonde breathes out, “My pants are on fire.”

“...you’re– you’re horny? Now?”

“Wh–” Toge chokes a little but quickly starts laughing, his ribs spasming against Yuta’s with each happy sound. “No! I mean, I’m always horny, but–” They chuckle in unison. “That’s not it. I’m just a liar. I didn’t stub any of my toes.”

Yuta waits in silence, gazing up at the starry sky, but his friend doesn’t say anything else. “What really happened that day? You started avoiding me after that,” he presses. If he misses this chance, then… “I was too overbearing, wasn’t I? I’m sorry.”

“Who, you?” Toge sighs. “You’re too soft to be overbearing. You’re a marshmallow, Yuta.”

Cheeks burning, Yuta pouts. “Will you stop–”

“I’m selfish, that's what happened," Toge murmurs, voice tiny, “I’m so sorry. You offered me so much, and I still wanted more.”

“...I… don’t get it. I– I mean, if anything, I’m the selfish one.” Shaking his head with furrowed eyebrows, Yuta’s gaze jumps from star to star, as if one of them will have the answer to his confusion. “I thought… you just couldn’t find a way to reject me.”

“Why would I ever–?” Toge gasps. “I’d never reject you. Never. I was upset because… well… you j-just wanted to be friends with benefits and I–” He stops talking, breathing so hard Yuta feels his lungs overworking from behind his back. “I wanted… to be more,” he finishes in a tiny voice.

Yuta blinks at the sky with the heavy hammer of realization dawning so head over his skull his brain tilts inside.

“Toge.”

“Yeah?”

“I think–” He pauses, rolling the words around in his tongue. “We’re both idiots. Like, we’re really, really dumb.”

“...oh no. You don’t mean–” Toge makes a pause too, one in which their heartbeats thrum so strongly it reverberates inside Yuta’s ribcage. He wonders whether the blonde feels it, too. “We’re both…”

“In love,” Yuta finishes, cheeks warming up.

There’s a silence that spreads thickly, but very sweetly between them, like syrup. Yuta smiles at himself, eyes closing. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you before,” he whispers into the wind.

Toge lets out a long breath behind him. “...since when?”

“Since the first time you said my name, I think.” Yuta snorts. “That was a really silly trigger, now that I think about it. I always thought you were cute, though. What about you?”

Toge doesn’t reply, but his heart hammers against Yuta’s back. After a short moment the blonde moves to face him, collar tugged down, kneeling in front of him with a timid frown to rest their foreheads together. “Since I met you.”

“...you… were totally gonna attack me, though.”

“Yeah, I was. While thinking, ‘oh no, but he’s so hot!’”

The two start giggling. Yuta raises his free hand to caress Toge’s cheek; his friend closes his eyes at the contact. “I always felt something for you,” he clarifies in a soft voice, “Not a day would go by that Maki wouldn’t tease me about it. Somehow it went from having a crush to… this.”

“This?”

Toge’s eyes open, vivid violet burning with color under the moon – so colorful but so, so soft. “Love,” he whispers against Yuta’s lips, closing the distance between them. Sighing, Yuta closes his eyes to respond to the sweet touch with a peck of his own. They both pull away at the same time, only far enough that their breaths still mingle, smiling at each other.

“Caw! Caw!”

Huh.

“Caaaawww!”

…it couldn’t possibly be… Gojo’s scissors, right?

Toge laughs, parting. “Are we looking for a crow with a broken neck?”

With a tranquility he hasn’t felt in a while, Yuta stands up, helping his friend by pulling their entwined hands. Tied by a red string… very fitting, now that Yuta thinks about it. Gojo must have done that on purpose, too.

As they start walking towards the noise, Yuta closely watches Toge’s beautiful moonlit silhouette. His hair looks like strands from the moon itself, shiny and smooth, falling over his rose-tinted porcelain skin. Yuta smiles so brightly and genuinely that his eyes follow the joyous motion, sliding closed.

“Toge.”

“Mm?”

“I love you too.”

When they get back to the entrance to the forest, still holding hands despite having cut down the red string binding them, everyone’s already there. They’re greeted by an enthusiastic Gojo congratulating them for being able to bring back the cursed tool – even though they took really long to do it.

They weren’t in a hurry… not while they were bound, at least.

They talked about everything and nothing at the same time, about each other, about their feelings; they kissed under the stars. They kicked serious ass together, too, to be frank – hopefully Principal Yaga won’t be too upset that he’s lost some of his dolls.

Gojo promises to give everyone the day off tomorrow, and to buy them all a huge pile of watermelon again – watermelon candy for himself, of course. Yuta’s excited about it, sure, but what he really wants is…

He gives Toge a little look – a let’s get out of here look – which the blonde responds with a cutesy wink.

“A-Ahnn– Y-Yu–♡!”

Yuta growls, the bed creaking beneath them as he thrusts in especially deep and holds, pausing his rhythm to lean down and capture Toge’s lips into a kiss, slow and leisurely. Holding his boyfriend’s thighs father apart, Yuta rolls his hips and gives a drawn out moan. “You feel so good inside…” he breathes out, “It’s not fair…! I wanna keep–!”

He thrusts again, building up his tempo. Toge arches his back; his pale chest puffs up to exhibit all the love bites Yuta gave him, while the blonde’s flushed face contorts in pleasure, tattooed tongue slipping out to open way for lewd moans and mewls. Ahh, he's so close…!

Yuta pulls out before he cums again – too soon – but Toge pouts cutely with his brows knit and pushes him on the bed, crawling over with a little smirk. “More, Yuta,” he murmurs, adjusting himself over his boyfriend’s erection to push it inside. He sits down with a sigh, throwing his head back, and Yuta just, he just watches.

“You’re so–” He sucks in air when Toge pulls up and suddenly drops down, engulfing him whole, “So beautiful,” he finishes, hands on the blonde’s hips to help him bounce on his cock. “Toge, you’re driving me crazy, I can’t–!” Yuta pushes up to meet his boyfriend’s descending hips, going far inside him with his eyes rolling back and spine arching off the bed. “Y-You’re gonna make me–!”

Toge grins. “Cumming, Yuta!♡”

“Fuck–! Wait–!”

Toge tightens around his cock, still bouncing fast and hard, releasing his semen over his own stomach and Yuta’s chest. The sudden constriction causes Yuta to lose control, hips meeting Toge’s with an uncertain but fast rhythm, until his muscles stiffen and he holds, being rode into orgasm.

His boyfriend crawls off his body, kneeling between his legs, watching with an innocent smile as Yuta tiredly takes off his condom and ties it into a knot before throwing it away aimlessly – the Yuta from tomorrow can take care of that shit. “Shower, please?” he asks breathlessly.

Toge beams, crawling over his legs. “Shower sex!” he giggles with his eyes shining.

“Wh- Seriously? It’s been, what…” Yuta looks at all the condoms he left for his tomorrow self, then returns his gaze to the blonde. “Six times!”

“Seven,” Toge corrects, pointing at his tongue. Oh. Oh yeah, there was that one too.

“How do you have this much stamina…?” Yuta rubs the back of his head. “You’re gonna literally milk me dry, Toge!”

“Vitamin gummies,” Toge states matter-of-factly, as if that would explain his ridiculous vigor or help with Yuta’s incoming dehydration. It probably shows on Yuta’s face that he doesn’t think the gummies would be useful, since he doesn’t have the strength to hide anything at this point. “Yuta… makes me hot and bothered,” he explains, one fingertip sliding down his chest so lightly it tickles, while the blonde leans in with his head tilted, teasing a kiss that doesn’t happen. “Shower sex, Yuta.♡”

He’d love to say no to that, but his dick already said yes for him.

Sighing, and with a comfortable tiredness washing over his muscles in waves, Yuta hugs Toge tighter and buries his nose on the fruit scented hair. Everything smells like Toge here, he thinks with a smile – they couldn’t sleep in Yuta’s room because it reeked of sex and they were too tired to clean anything save for the condoms (apparently they reached a limit with their eighth ejaculation) so they moved to Toge’s instead.

“Yuta?”

“Mm?”

“I love you,” the blonde whispers against his chest, tangling their legs beneath the sheets and hugging him tight. Yuta smiles with his eyes closed, heart singing in happiness.

“Sorry,” he grins, “I love you more!”

Toge cusses at him with sushi ingredients, hugging him so tight he’d have at least three broken ribs and a punctured lung if he were a regular guy.

Toge will be the death of him, and he’s gonna love every second of it.