[one-shot] 5 Ways Hina could have told 'I Love You' to Yoko
Five Ways Hina could have told 'I Love You' to Yoko.
Pairing : YokoHina (of course ♥)
Characters : Kanjani8.
Rating : R-ish. there's a porny part.
Genre : Crack / Romance / and stuff.
NB : It was randomly written and it's kinda... IDK, lol. But I thought it was fun. Unbeta'ed, instead if Tati reading it before everybody counts.
******
I. Established Relationships and Red Roses.
Shingo never considered himself the romantic type, and he never considered Yoko this way either. Still, he went for the romantic way, before that’s what works better in love stories.
Of course, listening to Shota and inviting his lover in a high-class restaurant on Valentine’s Day wasn’t too cliché yet - everybody knew Yuu had a stomach instead of a brain - but when the roses seller came between tables to try to have some of his flowers bought, maybe Hina should have stopped himself. But, then again, Yoko was looking at the red roses with a strange look, so the younger man thought that, maybe, eventually, it could be nice. So he bought one, and gave it to his lover.
Thankfully, their table was behind high screens, in a rather secluded part of the restaurant, but the face Yuu pulled… Was all kind of worse than paparazzis.
- What the hell, the oldest almost shrieked; I’m not a freaking girl!
Feeling a bit embarrassed, a lot annoyed and quite vexed, Shingo had blushed and looked away, putting the rose on the table, next to him. Too bad, he kind of hoped that Yoko would at least say ‘thanks’.
It’s only later, as they were walking back to his flat - the other man had declared that there was no way Hina would accompany him back home, it was far too cliché and stupid - that he realized that he still had the rose in his hand. Well, it would be a nice decoration after all, on the coffee table…
- You’re silent, Yoko pointed out.
- Yeah.
- Strangely silent.
Hina shrugged, a smile creeping on his face.
- You still didn’t tell me anything romantic either, Yoko chuckled.
- You refused the freaking flower.
- It’s not because I don’t like flowers that I don’t like romantic praises.
Shingo stopped walking and looked up at Yuu.
- You really are stupid, aren’t you?
The other man made a face.
- Definitely not romantic.
He opened his mouth, wanting to reply something snarky - because really, he made all these efforts and spent all this money, but still Yoko was being an asshole and stuff - but what got out of his mouth wasn’t exactly what he intended it to be.
- I love you, he said.
Yuu stood silent and Shingo was expecting a punch or a sarcastic reply, or maybe simply the other would leave and ignore him for a while. Instead, Yoko looked thoughtful.
- It’s the first time you say it in three years.
Hina nodded, not knowing what else to do. Finally, Yuu smiled.
- Best Valentine’s Day ever. Let’s go home and fuck like bunnies.
The youngest sighed and ranted for the heck of it, but inside he was feeling happier than ever.
It’s only when he woke up the next morning, Yoko already gone for work, that Hina realized that the rose wasn’t there anymore. He found it the next day in Yoko’s bag.
II. Drunken Parties and Truth or Dare Games.
He was far more drunk than should be allowed, and he was feeling so happy he thought he could fly from it. Though, he had to admit, his try at flying ended up rather badly, with him sprawled over the carpet of Subaru’s place and Maru laughing hysterically.
- Let’s play truth or dare, Shota decided, his head resting on Ryo’s thighs.
Shingo was too wasted to say ‘no’, and anyway Tacchon was already dragging him on the floor next to Yoko who was nursing his fourth or fifth beer of the hour - and multiplied by already three hours it was starting to be a lot, but Hina didn’t care as he was himself far past thirteen beers too. And without even adding the vodka shots.
- Dare, Subaru shouted. Maru, kiss Ryo!
- Doesn’t work like that, Ryo whined, but the lead singer didn’t seem to listen.
Nor did Ryuhei, by the way, as he had already crawled his way to Nishikido, leaving a noisy smooch on his lips. The younger man was redder than a tomato standing in the sun, really.
- Now, the bassist giggled, Shin-chan, your turn! Truth or dare?
Hina was still sober enough to know that a dare would lead him to kiss someone, and he wasn’t that stupid - and anyway he was already spending his evening stealing liplocks.
- Truth, he mumbled, Ohkura’s head nestled against his shoulder and a laughing Subaru currently processing on sitting in his lap.
- Tell the one you love that you love him!
That, Shingo thought, was a low strike; Maru was well aware of his never-seeming-to-end crush on Yokoyama, and Hina was far too drunk to think about lying. So he told the truth.
- Yokocho, I love you.
That’s when Yasu started to shriek, claiming that it was the cutest thing ever; also, Tadayoshi and Subaru simultaneously decided on hugging him, and this ended as them killing him by asphyxiation, or almost. Because Yoko pushed them away with a jealous frown.
- Please to leave my fanboy alone! And by the way, he added for Shingo, does your love or something includes that you can be my sex slave?
Hina facepalmed and reached for another beer.
III. Impossible Status and Brainwashing Sex.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like that, but Shingo knew that most of his life was based on this mere sentence. ‘It wasn’t supposed to happen like that’.
And he wasn’t going to back off now, even if Yoko had his hand on both their lengths, stroking them in a somewhat slow but hard movement, making Hina see stars on a regular basis. Hina, who kept on telling himself that sex was certainly not supposed to happen today, at least not in his longly-planned-attempt-of-telling-Yokoyama-Kimitaka-to-stop-invading-his-flat.
Three months of forced cohabitation had blew the youngeer man’s nerves away, Yoko’s own flat in Tokyo being currently out of service because of a story of fire - but Hina was starting o wonder if his friend wasn’t staying in his apartment just to make him angry. Eating his food, messing up all the place, using his clothes as pajamas, etc… Not to talk about the never-ending hours of gaming that he had to suffer, preventing Shingo from watching soccer during the World Cup - well at least until he remembered that he had a small television in the guest bedroom.
So, really, Murakami was all worked up and ready to kick Yoko’s ass out of his home, but he had to admit that the older man’s ways of explaining why he wouldn’t go were rather… Nice.
- So, Yuu whispered in Hina’s ear, his hand working a bit faster, still want me to leave?
Shingo growled, momentarily having lost the ability of forming coherent sentences. Yoko chuckled, giving shivers along his spine and goosebumps on his skin, and twisted his hips a bit more against his own - as if having him pinned and whimpering in the couch wasn’t good enough - and won some more moans and shudders of pure pleasure.
- You don’t want me to leave, Yoko whispered again. I see the way you look at me. What bothers you is that you can’t jerk off over me freely if I’m camping in your living-room…
Hina tried to deny, but all he could manage was revolted grunts.
After all, this only happened once. Or more like once a week. Or twice a week. Okay, maybe a bit more - but every man masturbates at night in his bed, right?
- I’m sure you thought about it, the man whispered once more, of how you were going to loose your control if I kept on wandering around you shirtless like I do on warm days…
- Shut up, Shingo finally succeeded to growl, sounding far too whiny for his own taste.
- Tell me you love me.
- Fuck you…
- You wish you could, Yoko just snickered before starting to suck at Hina’s neck, which resulted in a unexpected orgasm, the youngest coming in hot white stripes on his friend’s hand and his own shirt, shaking uncontrollably, thousands of ‘I love you’ spilling through his lips.
Yuu smirked as he was coming too. Not only that meant he could stay as long as he wanted, but that was also sounding like the end of his own long nights on a futon in the living-room. Awesome.
IV. Dramatic Stories and Happy Endings.
They didn’t see it coming, at all. And yet, the red car really hit their van at an incredible speed, throwing the vehicle against the nearest wall with great strength. Shingo remembered hearing someone scream - surely Subaru - and there was a hand gripping his wrist tightly enough to hurt - surely Ryo. Then, a strong shock, the windows bursting in pieces, more screams, and finally pain. He also remembered thinking briefly about Maru who was riding shotgun - but Maru was lucky as the car didn’t hit the front part but the back part of the van. Where he and Ryo were sitting.
Opening his eyes, he saw dudes in white clothes around him, talking about pulse and wounds and a broken hip and a bone in his right lung - and so that was why breathing was so hurtful?
He wasn’t hearing much, a low buzz in his ears making the whole world considerably more dull, but he could clearly see the blue sky above him, and the thin white clouds - it was going to be a nice day.
The guys in white talked to him, asked if he could hear them and understand them, and he nodded before wincing as a strong pang of pain stroke his neck.
- Don’t move too much, one of the men said, you’ve been badly cut under the jaw.
Hina thought about the windows - it was surely a piece of glass that had hurt him. Well, at least he served as a shield for Ryo, didn’t he?
- Sir, sir please stand back, we’re going to-
- Hina? Hina! Hina, can you hear me?
- Sir, please-
Shingo frowned at that voice calling him, and then someone was holding his hand, and familiar faces were surrounding him. Shota, Subaru, Ohkura, Ryuhei. Subaru had a bandage around his head and Tacchon had a broken arm apparently, but they seemed okay and Hina felt relieved.
- You’re going to be okay, Shota told him, trying to smile but mostly looking worried. The doctors said your life wasn’t endangered.
A hand tried to pry Tadayoshi away, but the drummer resisted and his grip on Hina’s hand didn’t falter.
- Yoko, Shingo asked, voice raw, how’s Yoko?
A tear rolled on Maru’s cheek, and Subaru sighed.
- He’s okay, don’t worry, he’s okay. Ryo’s with him, he’s just shocked-
- You could have died, Maru shrieked suddenly.
- Am okay, he whispered.
He wanted to smile, but that was hurting too much. The guys in white managed to push his bandmates away.
- Sirs, please step aside, we’re taking him to the clinic…
Hina grabbed Subaru’s fingers quickly, getting his attention.
- Tell Kimi I love him.
Subaru nodded, and a voice raised from behind the singer.
- I’m here.
Glancing quickly at Yoko, who had a blanket around his shoulder and looked paler than ever, Hina managed to smile. The older man, sighed and whispered:
- I love you, too.
Shingo closed his eyes, letting himself relax as the doctors were taking him in the emergency van, and started thinking about treating his friends to dinner once he’ll be out of troubles.
V. Unusual Lessons and Reciprocity.
- No, wait, stop!
- But you told me-
- What, you wanna do it by yourself? Come on, even Subaru failed!
- And how the heck am I supposed to know?
- You don’t, that’s why you’re supposed to stick with me and to listen to me!
Hina sighed and rubbed his face in his hands before taking back the WII controller.
- Okay, so where are we going?
- Follow me, we’ll try another dragon, with a more adapted level.
He watched as his character was running behind Yoko’s own, sword in hand and shiny armour on his shoulders. Well, this wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, and the other man was actually a fairly good teacher.
- There, this one. Don’t go easy on it, just slash it.
- And you?
- I’ll back you up if needed, but you have to kill it by yourself if you want to get more xp.
As he has been told, Shingo made his little warrior fight the creature, winning even if his life points had dropped to a minimum. Yuu slapped him on the shoulder.
- Good job Gorilla! I’m proud of you! Let’s get some snack!
Hina chuckled at the praise - so rare coming from Yoko - and agreed. They had been playing for two whole hours already - Hina admitted that he had been particularly long to choose his character - and he was starting to get hungry. The older man stood up and went to the kitchen to get food while he leaned back against the couch, the remotes safely laying on the coffee table. Sitting on the floor was starting to hurt his back a bit, but he could deal with it.
- There, Yoko announced when coming back, dropping a packs of tomato-flavoured snacks on Shingo’s lap, now let’s pig out like… Well, pigs.
Hina smiled and ate his reward while Yuu started explaining to him some details about the game that could be useful later on. This was interesting, of course, but soon enough his eyes got stuck on some chocolate that was on Yoko’s lips - the oldest had opted for cookies instead of snacks. Yuu kept on talking, oblivious to his friend’s lack of attention, and Shingo found himself finally reaching out and licking at the chocolate spot. Yoko blushed and his eyes went double-sized.
- What-what-what…
- You had some chocolate.
What ensued was silence. And Yoko leaning and linking his lips with Hina’s own. This act itself went on and on until they were both making out like teenagers on the floor, the kiss tasting of chocolate and salty tomato.
- You know, Hina said hours later, as they had relocated themselves on the couch, game forgotten, I think that I kind of… Love you.
Yoko smirked.
- I know.
- You do?
- You wouldn’t have asked me to teach you about Monhan if you didn’t like me a little. You hate video games.
Shingo remained speechless; he wasn’t expecting such reflexion coming from his friend. Yoko, proud of his effect, resumed the kiss, but only after mumbling against Hina’s lips:
- By the way, it’s kind of a shared feeling, if you get what I mean.
The making out session ended up being the first in a very long list of more.
.OWARI.
Pairing : YokoHina (of course ♥)
Characters : Kanjani8.
Rating : R-ish. there's a porny part.
Genre : Crack / Romance / and stuff.
NB : It was randomly written and it's kinda... IDK, lol. But I thought it was fun. Unbeta'ed, instead if Tati reading it before everybody counts.
******
I. Established Relationships and Red Roses.
Shingo never considered himself the romantic type, and he never considered Yoko this way either. Still, he went for the romantic way, before that’s what works better in love stories.
Of course, listening to Shota and inviting his lover in a high-class restaurant on Valentine’s Day wasn’t too cliché yet - everybody knew Yuu had a stomach instead of a brain - but when the roses seller came between tables to try to have some of his flowers bought, maybe Hina should have stopped himself. But, then again, Yoko was looking at the red roses with a strange look, so the younger man thought that, maybe, eventually, it could be nice. So he bought one, and gave it to his lover.
Thankfully, their table was behind high screens, in a rather secluded part of the restaurant, but the face Yuu pulled… Was all kind of worse than paparazzis.
- What the hell, the oldest almost shrieked; I’m not a freaking girl!
Feeling a bit embarrassed, a lot annoyed and quite vexed, Shingo had blushed and looked away, putting the rose on the table, next to him. Too bad, he kind of hoped that Yoko would at least say ‘thanks’.
It’s only later, as they were walking back to his flat - the other man had declared that there was no way Hina would accompany him back home, it was far too cliché and stupid - that he realized that he still had the rose in his hand. Well, it would be a nice decoration after all, on the coffee table…
- You’re silent, Yoko pointed out.
- Yeah.
- Strangely silent.
Hina shrugged, a smile creeping on his face.
- You still didn’t tell me anything romantic either, Yoko chuckled.
- You refused the freaking flower.
- It’s not because I don’t like flowers that I don’t like romantic praises.
Shingo stopped walking and looked up at Yuu.
- You really are stupid, aren’t you?
The other man made a face.
- Definitely not romantic.
He opened his mouth, wanting to reply something snarky - because really, he made all these efforts and spent all this money, but still Yoko was being an asshole and stuff - but what got out of his mouth wasn’t exactly what he intended it to be.
- I love you, he said.
Yuu stood silent and Shingo was expecting a punch or a sarcastic reply, or maybe simply the other would leave and ignore him for a while. Instead, Yoko looked thoughtful.
- It’s the first time you say it in three years.
Hina nodded, not knowing what else to do. Finally, Yuu smiled.
- Best Valentine’s Day ever. Let’s go home and fuck like bunnies.
The youngest sighed and ranted for the heck of it, but inside he was feeling happier than ever.
It’s only when he woke up the next morning, Yoko already gone for work, that Hina realized that the rose wasn’t there anymore. He found it the next day in Yoko’s bag.
II. Drunken Parties and Truth or Dare Games.
He was far more drunk than should be allowed, and he was feeling so happy he thought he could fly from it. Though, he had to admit, his try at flying ended up rather badly, with him sprawled over the carpet of Subaru’s place and Maru laughing hysterically.
- Let’s play truth or dare, Shota decided, his head resting on Ryo’s thighs.
Shingo was too wasted to say ‘no’, and anyway Tacchon was already dragging him on the floor next to Yoko who was nursing his fourth or fifth beer of the hour - and multiplied by already three hours it was starting to be a lot, but Hina didn’t care as he was himself far past thirteen beers too. And without even adding the vodka shots.
- Dare, Subaru shouted. Maru, kiss Ryo!
- Doesn’t work like that, Ryo whined, but the lead singer didn’t seem to listen.
Nor did Ryuhei, by the way, as he had already crawled his way to Nishikido, leaving a noisy smooch on his lips. The younger man was redder than a tomato standing in the sun, really.
- Now, the bassist giggled, Shin-chan, your turn! Truth or dare?
Hina was still sober enough to know that a dare would lead him to kiss someone, and he wasn’t that stupid - and anyway he was already spending his evening stealing liplocks.
- Truth, he mumbled, Ohkura’s head nestled against his shoulder and a laughing Subaru currently processing on sitting in his lap.
- Tell the one you love that you love him!
That, Shingo thought, was a low strike; Maru was well aware of his never-seeming-to-end crush on Yokoyama, and Hina was far too drunk to think about lying. So he told the truth.
- Yokocho, I love you.
That’s when Yasu started to shriek, claiming that it was the cutest thing ever; also, Tadayoshi and Subaru simultaneously decided on hugging him, and this ended as them killing him by asphyxiation, or almost. Because Yoko pushed them away with a jealous frown.
- Please to leave my fanboy alone! And by the way, he added for Shingo, does your love or something includes that you can be my sex slave?
Hina facepalmed and reached for another beer.
III. Impossible Status and Brainwashing Sex.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like that, but Shingo knew that most of his life was based on this mere sentence. ‘It wasn’t supposed to happen like that’.
And he wasn’t going to back off now, even if Yoko had his hand on both their lengths, stroking them in a somewhat slow but hard movement, making Hina see stars on a regular basis. Hina, who kept on telling himself that sex was certainly not supposed to happen today, at least not in his longly-planned-attempt-of-telling-Yokoyama-Kimitaka-to-stop-invading-his-flat.
Three months of forced cohabitation had blew the youngeer man’s nerves away, Yoko’s own flat in Tokyo being currently out of service because of a story of fire - but Hina was starting o wonder if his friend wasn’t staying in his apartment just to make him angry. Eating his food, messing up all the place, using his clothes as pajamas, etc… Not to talk about the never-ending hours of gaming that he had to suffer, preventing Shingo from watching soccer during the World Cup - well at least until he remembered that he had a small television in the guest bedroom.
So, really, Murakami was all worked up and ready to kick Yoko’s ass out of his home, but he had to admit that the older man’s ways of explaining why he wouldn’t go were rather… Nice.
- So, Yuu whispered in Hina’s ear, his hand working a bit faster, still want me to leave?
Shingo growled, momentarily having lost the ability of forming coherent sentences. Yoko chuckled, giving shivers along his spine and goosebumps on his skin, and twisted his hips a bit more against his own - as if having him pinned and whimpering in the couch wasn’t good enough - and won some more moans and shudders of pure pleasure.
- You don’t want me to leave, Yoko whispered again. I see the way you look at me. What bothers you is that you can’t jerk off over me freely if I’m camping in your living-room…
Hina tried to deny, but all he could manage was revolted grunts.
After all, this only happened once. Or more like once a week. Or twice a week. Okay, maybe a bit more - but every man masturbates at night in his bed, right?
- I’m sure you thought about it, the man whispered once more, of how you were going to loose your control if I kept on wandering around you shirtless like I do on warm days…
- Shut up, Shingo finally succeeded to growl, sounding far too whiny for his own taste.
- Tell me you love me.
- Fuck you…
- You wish you could, Yoko just snickered before starting to suck at Hina’s neck, which resulted in a unexpected orgasm, the youngest coming in hot white stripes on his friend’s hand and his own shirt, shaking uncontrollably, thousands of ‘I love you’ spilling through his lips.
Yuu smirked as he was coming too. Not only that meant he could stay as long as he wanted, but that was also sounding like the end of his own long nights on a futon in the living-room. Awesome.
IV. Dramatic Stories and Happy Endings.
They didn’t see it coming, at all. And yet, the red car really hit their van at an incredible speed, throwing the vehicle against the nearest wall with great strength. Shingo remembered hearing someone scream - surely Subaru - and there was a hand gripping his wrist tightly enough to hurt - surely Ryo. Then, a strong shock, the windows bursting in pieces, more screams, and finally pain. He also remembered thinking briefly about Maru who was riding shotgun - but Maru was lucky as the car didn’t hit the front part but the back part of the van. Where he and Ryo were sitting.
Opening his eyes, he saw dudes in white clothes around him, talking about pulse and wounds and a broken hip and a bone in his right lung - and so that was why breathing was so hurtful?
He wasn’t hearing much, a low buzz in his ears making the whole world considerably more dull, but he could clearly see the blue sky above him, and the thin white clouds - it was going to be a nice day.
The guys in white talked to him, asked if he could hear them and understand them, and he nodded before wincing as a strong pang of pain stroke his neck.
- Don’t move too much, one of the men said, you’ve been badly cut under the jaw.
Hina thought about the windows - it was surely a piece of glass that had hurt him. Well, at least he served as a shield for Ryo, didn’t he?
- Sir, sir please stand back, we’re going to-
- Hina? Hina! Hina, can you hear me?
- Sir, please-
Shingo frowned at that voice calling him, and then someone was holding his hand, and familiar faces were surrounding him. Shota, Subaru, Ohkura, Ryuhei. Subaru had a bandage around his head and Tacchon had a broken arm apparently, but they seemed okay and Hina felt relieved.
- You’re going to be okay, Shota told him, trying to smile but mostly looking worried. The doctors said your life wasn’t endangered.
A hand tried to pry Tadayoshi away, but the drummer resisted and his grip on Hina’s hand didn’t falter.
- Yoko, Shingo asked, voice raw, how’s Yoko?
A tear rolled on Maru’s cheek, and Subaru sighed.
- He’s okay, don’t worry, he’s okay. Ryo’s with him, he’s just shocked-
- You could have died, Maru shrieked suddenly.
- Am okay, he whispered.
He wanted to smile, but that was hurting too much. The guys in white managed to push his bandmates away.
- Sirs, please step aside, we’re taking him to the clinic…
Hina grabbed Subaru’s fingers quickly, getting his attention.
- Tell Kimi I love him.
Subaru nodded, and a voice raised from behind the singer.
- I’m here.
Glancing quickly at Yoko, who had a blanket around his shoulder and looked paler than ever, Hina managed to smile. The older man, sighed and whispered:
- I love you, too.
Shingo closed his eyes, letting himself relax as the doctors were taking him in the emergency van, and started thinking about treating his friends to dinner once he’ll be out of troubles.
V. Unusual Lessons and Reciprocity.
- No, wait, stop!
- But you told me-
- What, you wanna do it by yourself? Come on, even Subaru failed!
- And how the heck am I supposed to know?
- You don’t, that’s why you’re supposed to stick with me and to listen to me!
Hina sighed and rubbed his face in his hands before taking back the WII controller.
- Okay, so where are we going?
- Follow me, we’ll try another dragon, with a more adapted level.
He watched as his character was running behind Yoko’s own, sword in hand and shiny armour on his shoulders. Well, this wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, and the other man was actually a fairly good teacher.
- There, this one. Don’t go easy on it, just slash it.
- And you?
- I’ll back you up if needed, but you have to kill it by yourself if you want to get more xp.
As he has been told, Shingo made his little warrior fight the creature, winning even if his life points had dropped to a minimum. Yuu slapped him on the shoulder.
- Good job Gorilla! I’m proud of you! Let’s get some snack!
Hina chuckled at the praise - so rare coming from Yoko - and agreed. They had been playing for two whole hours already - Hina admitted that he had been particularly long to choose his character - and he was starting to get hungry. The older man stood up and went to the kitchen to get food while he leaned back against the couch, the remotes safely laying on the coffee table. Sitting on the floor was starting to hurt his back a bit, but he could deal with it.
- There, Yoko announced when coming back, dropping a packs of tomato-flavoured snacks on Shingo’s lap, now let’s pig out like… Well, pigs.
Hina smiled and ate his reward while Yuu started explaining to him some details about the game that could be useful later on. This was interesting, of course, but soon enough his eyes got stuck on some chocolate that was on Yoko’s lips - the oldest had opted for cookies instead of snacks. Yuu kept on talking, oblivious to his friend’s lack of attention, and Shingo found himself finally reaching out and licking at the chocolate spot. Yoko blushed and his eyes went double-sized.
- What-what-what…
- You had some chocolate.
What ensued was silence. And Yoko leaning and linking his lips with Hina’s own. This act itself went on and on until they were both making out like teenagers on the floor, the kiss tasting of chocolate and salty tomato.
- You know, Hina said hours later, as they had relocated themselves on the couch, game forgotten, I think that I kind of… Love you.
Yoko smirked.
- I know.
- You do?
- You wouldn’t have asked me to teach you about Monhan if you didn’t like me a little. You hate video games.
Shingo remained speechless; he wasn’t expecting such reflexion coming from his friend. Yoko, proud of his effect, resumed the kiss, but only after mumbling against Hina’s lips:
- By the way, it’s kind of a shared feeling, if you get what I mean.
The making out session ended up being the first in a very long list of more.
.OWARI.