Room 7 - Aoi/Uruha - 2/?
Title: Room 7
Chapters: 2/?
Author:
destrius
Genre: AU, romance
Warnings: possible homophobia, use of slurs, mention of NSFW activities, lol.
Rating: PG-14…..for now….
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/Uruha
Synopsis: Aoi is sent to a conversion camp to make him a ~heterosexual~. That’s where he meets Uruha, the boy that sends blood rush to his cheeks and Boy Scout worthy knots in his stomach.
previous chapter~
DAY ONE [part 2]
The group sat in a circle outside the camp facilities, basking in the sunlight that shone down upon them. Ren looked around the circle, shading her eyes from the sun with her hand. She nodded to herself as she counted the people in the circle, making sure that all of the campers were attended for. As soon as she finished her mental attendance list, she smiled at the youth gathered in the circle before her.
“Alright, children. Our first activity is going to be with your roommates. You’re going to write down your thoughts on why you think heterosexuality is good and God’s way. Since this is a group activity, make sure that both of you participate in this list.” Ren handed a stack of notebooks to the girl sitting beside her and prompted her to take one and start passing them down the circle.
Despite the nervousness that the girl radiated, she managed to pass the notebooks down with a smile, a faux charisma emanating from the smile stretched across her face. Aoi could see right through it, giving her a small smile in response when she handed her the notebooks. He handed the stack to Uruha, expecting him to take one as well but raised an eyebrow when he handed the pile of books to the boy sitting next to him.
“We’ll share one. There’s no point in us having two notebooks if we’re gonna be doing the activity together,” he shrugged and took a pen out of his pocket. “Let’s start, okay?”
“Uh…okay,” Aoi furrowed his brows as Uruha moved closer to him, his shoulder brushing against his own as he took the notebook from Aoi and opened it.
“What do you think is fine and dandy about heterosexuality, Aoi?” Uruha took the cap of the pen off and started tapping it against the page of the notebook.
“I dunno. Being able to get married, I guess?” Aoi shrugged and looked at his feet as he thought about the benefits of being straight.
“Alright. Poor fashion choice it is, then.” Uruha smiled as he started writing, allowing Aoi to feel the movement of his arm against his own.
“I didn’t say that!” Aoi frowned and looked over at the list as Uruha jotted down his own ideas, completely taking over the task that had been thrust upon them.
Aoi sighed and laid back in the grass as Uruha scribbled furiously across the page. He stared up at the sky and watched the clouds pass, wishing he was back home. He himself knew that if he were indeed a heterosexual, he would be back at home with his mother, eating lunch with her and talking about the TV drama that they were both strung into by the suggestion of a family friend. If he was straight, his mother wouldn’t feel ashamed of him and wouldn’t be the butt of his entire family’s jokes. He wouldn’t be ostracized by his family, and he knew that. But fate had other plans for him, or whatever God was out there was sure a cruel motherfucker.
“Aoi,” Uruha had spoken quietly as he looked back at him. “Are you crying?”
Aoi sat upright and wiped his face, not even realizing that in the midst of his thoughts, tears had formed in the brims of his eyes.
“I guess…I didn’t even realize it. Sorry,” Aoi bowed his head and looked in between his legs as he pulled them closer to his chest.
“Don’t apologize. I dunno what you were thinking about, but never apologize for your feelings, alright?” Uruha put a hand on his shoulder in solemn comfort, rubbing tiny circles with his thumb.
“Yeah, okay…thanks,” Aoi looked over at the notepad and saw the list Uruha made while he was staring up into the sky had spread across the entire page. “…are you finished or do you have more to write?”
Uruha looked down at the page with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s enough. I don’t wanna write anymore; my arm is cramping and not in the way I like my arms to cramp.”
Aoi glanced over at Uruha with a blank face, knowing that responding to the other would lead to a conversation which would most likely have them beaten with a stick. He shook his head and sighed, just as Ren stood up and clapped her hands together.
“Okay, everyone! I want you all to read your lists. Who wants to volunteer to go first?” Ren smiled as she scanned over the group, waiting on someone to raise their hands. And just like that, Uruha shoved the notepad into Aoi’s hands before raising his own.
“Aoi does! He wants to read our list!” Uruha gave Ren the biggest shit-eating grin that Aoi had ever seen in his life as he gazed upon him in shock.
“Yay! Okay, Yuu, please read the list that you and Kouyou came up with.” Ren smiled at Aoi before sitting back down and prompting Aoi to stand so he could read the list that Aoi had no say in.
“Uh…o-okay, I guess…” Aoi stuttered as he stood and held the notepad in his shaking hands. “Um…poor fashion choice,” Aoi swallowed hard as he read the first line of the list. “Using your religion to shame others who aren’t like you…uh…being able to find kinky porn without having to search to hard for it-”
“Yuu, I believe you and your partner have completely missed the objective of this task!” Ren interrupted Aoi curtly. “This list is inappropriate and demeaning!”
Uruha managed to stifle his giggles before erupting into a bout of laughter. “I-I’m sorry, Ren, Aoi didn’t write anything on this list…it was all me, I swear…” he tugged on Aoi’s arm and brought him back down to the ground as Aoi hid his reddening face behind the notebook.
“I’m very disappointed in you, Kouyou. I was hoping that you would be able to participate in our activities in a respectful and dignified manner considering your age… would anyone else like to read their list? Please let it be appropriate.”
Aoi looked over at Uruha behind the notebook still in his hands. “You’re gonna get us in trouble!” He whispered harshly.
“I’m sorry. I thought it was funny.” Uruha whispered in response, putting his hand on Aoi’s shoulder again. “I won’t do it again.”
“You better not do it again! I just wanna get through the week in this hellhole and be able to go back home allowing my parents to believe that I managed to turn straight!” Aoi bit on his lip as he ended his sentence, trying to keep himself from exploding.
“I’m sorry, dude, I won’t-”
“Excuse me! Kouyou and Yuu, do you have something you would like to share?” Ren shouted from across the circle.
“No, ma’am!” Uruha replied hastily in response as he moved the notebook away from Aoi’s face. “We would not like to share the conversation we were having. It was personal and Aoi was crying-”
“I was not!”
“He was in tears, ma’am, because I made him read something that was horribly insulting to heteros. He himself wishes that through his camp, he will be able to become straight, and that is why he’s so upset.” Uruha pouted sarcastically as he squeezed Aoi’s shoulder.
“…I see. I will allow you both to excuse yourself so Yuu may control his emotions. Please come back when you are more emotionally stable so you may fully participate in our group activities, Yuu.”
“…yeah. Okay, thank you, Ren.” And with that, Aoi jolted up and started walking towards the building, with Uruha trailing behind him.
Taking a deep breath as he walked through the corridors, Aoi clenched his fist, nearly slamming his feet against the ground as he carried himself. Upon getting to the hallway to which his room belonged to, he hurried into room seven before throwing himself face first into the bed. He ran his hand through his hair as he closed his eyes as he rested his cheek against the pillow, not even seeing that Uruha had walked into the room, leaning against the door frame as he tried to catch his breath.
“Dude, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m really sorry…” Uruha spoke in between breaths, holding his hand to his chest. “Fuck, you literally fucking ran here like you were an Olympic runner or something, Jesus-fucking-Christ.”
Aoi threw the notebook in his direction, watching it land in front of his feet before looking away again.
“Look, I get you’re upset, but…” Uruha sighed as he picked up the notebook and closed the door behind him. “We all wanna get the fuck out of here, Aoi. I don’t wanna be here any more than you do. It’s disgusting here. I’m just as torn as you are,” Uruha looked down at the notebook and tossed it on the floor as he sat at the foot of the bed, placing his hand on Aoi’s calf.
“Why do you touch me so much? It’s not gonna help us look like we’re straight.” Aoi rubbed his nose with the back of his hand as he looked down at the hand that Uruha had placed gingerly upon him.
“Who gives a shit? I know I’m a fucking faggot and I could honestly care less if my parents disown me. But this isn’t about me, tell me why you’re so fucking distraught. You look like you’re about to burst into tears.” Uruha rubbed Aoi’s calf before pulling his hand away as Aoi kicked it away.
“You don’t know me, why do you care?”
“I care ‘cause I’m sharing a bed with you, dumbfuck. Now fess up before I get mad and make you sleep on the floor.” Uruha scooted back against the wall and folded his arms over his chest.
“Fine. I miss my family, okay? I miss acting like things were normal between us when now they’re not because my mum found my porn. And it fucking sucks, because even when I go back, they’ll still have doubts in thinking I was fixed. I just want to be with my family again.” Aoi exhaled and looked over at Uruha before clamping his lower lip in between his teeth again.
“Okay, that’s fair. I miss my family, too, but you have to realize something, Aoi,” Uruha flopped over onto the bed and placed his head on the pillow on his side of the bed before moving the one that separated the two down. “If your family can’t accept you for who you are, then what kind of fucking family are they?”
“…a shitty one I guess.” Aoi frowned as he averted his gaze from Uruha.
“Right-o. Like, fuck, I’m only here because my mother somehow convinced my dad that this was a support camp. Like, for the gays, not against them kinda deal… my father is an extremely gullible man, Aoi.” Uruha shook his head with a small sigh. “So toughen the fuck up, alright? We can get through this. And if we can’t then let’s run away to Vegas and get married or something.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s illegal for two men to get married in America,” Aoi chuckled as he looked back up at Uruha. “Plus, I barely know you.”
“Shit…” Uruha raised an eyebrow as he thought before rolling himself onto his back. “I dunno about you, Aoi, but I would love to get to know you.”
“That’s gay.” Aoi said with a laugh as he watched Uruha.
“I am gay, you fucking knob.”
Aoi chuckled before rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling, not realizing that Uruha’s hand had made its way towards his own. It had been minutes before he realized that Uruha’s fingers were interlocked with his own, and minutes before he realized that Uruha was rubbing circles into his skin with his thumb again. And as those minutes passed, he realized that he really didn’t mind the gesture, even though there was a high risk of someone running into their room and catching them holding hands in the same bed, despite the act being completely innocent.
“You know what I want right now?” Aoi blurted as he continued to stare at the ceiling. A hum resonating from Uruha’s throat assured him to continue his thought. “I would really like a smoke. And coffee. And maybe a lethal injection.”
“That’s fucking morbid, dude,” Uruha laughed before looking over at him. “I do have a cigarettes, though.
“Fuck, really? I left all of mine at home…” Aoi looked over at Uruha, not realizing that the other boy was staring at him.
“Come,” Uruha chuckled as he sat up and pulled Aoi out of bed, not releasing his hand from his grip as he walked him towards his bag. Letting go of his hand, Uruha rummaged around through his luggage and Aoi looked down at his hand, staring at the sudden emptiness and lack of warmth that Uruha had radiated from his palm. And before he knew it, there was a cigarette in front of his face, causing him to blink slowly at the white stick in front of his eyes.
“A fag for a fag?” Uruha smiled as he waved the cigarette in front of Aoi’s face.
A/N: I decided to separate different days into different chapters 'cuz a lot can happen in a day and it makes it easier for me to be able to have more chapters than just seven. thank you to everyone who is actually reading this and like always, comments are appreciated!!