[Log] Oshitari Yuushi & Mizuki Hajime

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Who: Oshitari and Mizuki
What: Oshitari returns from his less than pleasant visit home...right to Mizuki's dorm. Friendly nursing, not so friendly flirting, and Mizuki finally gives up.
When: When Oshitari returns, August 31st?
Where: Mizuki's dorm
Warning: PG-16, for language, a little blood, and sexual content



It had been a whole day since Oshitari left the school when he made his return. The weekend break wasn't even over. He didn't even return to his room. He went straight to Mizuki's door. Instead of knocking he kind of made a heavy noise as his entire body hit against it. He could hardly lift his arm. He was covered entirely in bruises -already- that was how bad his punishment was - it hardly took them seconds to appear. Both his eyes had been blackened, but he didn't remember anything after losing his glasses and awakening to find that he -had- remembered correctly and now they were broken. He'd need a new pair of fake glasses. As for what he was wearing - he had been put into new clothes, nothing spectacular but the t-shirt and jeans made the boy look even more weak and vulnerable. Oshitari didn't care.

Mizuki had been sleeping. Er, well...he had been studying, but somehow that lead to doodling, which somehow lead to re-reading old data notebooks, which in turn lead to looking through old yearbooks, which left him where he was now--on his bed, sleeping on the open face of a book. A noise had woken him up, but he was unsure as to what exactly had caused it or where it had come from. Groggily, he pushed himself off his stomach and onto his knees, wiping at a bit of drool on the side of his mouth and wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Hnn?" He called to the door, experimentally, in case it had been a knock that had ruined his nap.

Oshitari merely clearly his throat against the door and let out a sound that was a mixture between a cough and a moan, "Mi...zu..." it certainly was unrecognizable as his own voice though.

"..." Mizuki pulled himself to sit at the edge of his bed, feet lightly resting against the cold flooring. He rubbed at one eye weakly, trying to force himself to wake up a little faster. "....." He didn't answer, though he had assumed whoever it was had been calling to him. He actually considered flopping back down and going back to sleep--he really didn't want to talk to anyone anyway. "Go away," he finally responded tiredly.

"It's...please...open..." Came the same weak odd voice from the same broken boy in response as he finally rose his hand and with his open palm hit the door slightly - the outside of his hand was too bruised to make a fist with.

"It's please open?" Mizuki repeated as one sentence, glaring at the door as if whoever was trying to talk to him was a complete idiot. "Learn Japanese, you dumbass." He was always irritated whenever he'd have to wake up, and even more so if it was for no good reason.

"Mi...ple..." Oshitari answered, "It's...not...easy for me...to talk," trying to mask his broken voice with his usual one.

Mizuki paused for a moment, trying to determine who the hell was really bothering him. It almost sounded familiar, but he wasn't sure why. He groaned softly and pushed himself to stand, making his way to the door in aggitation. "Apparently, you can't form sentences either." He mumbled bitterly before opening the door. "...Ah.." He blinked, immediately recognizing the figure below him, though he'd seen better days. "What the hell, Oshitari-kun??" Had that been just because he'd come home? All of that??

Instead of trying to answer or explain, Oshitari merely felt his head crash onto Mizuki's shoulder and take the other boy into a hug, "Please..."

"Please? What?" Mizuki was confused as to what Oshitari expected him to say or do. He just stood there, letting the other cling to him, but unable to make his body react and provide the comfort that the taller boy was so obviously seeking. Perhaps this was 'shock'? Yes, it sure did seem like a textbook case, but that didn't make him feel better about doing nothing.

"Go..out..." Oshitari managed to say still struggling realizing that an action may speak louder than a word and so he moved his head over on Mizuki's shoulder - closer to Mizuki's neck and let his lips begin to work on the soft skin.

Mizuki felt like his hands were touching ice, everything was cold. His fingers twitched and the sudden urge to just push the other body away crept up, controlling his arms and making him press lightly against Oshitari's shoulder as a warning-- If he didn't back off, Mizuki would make him. Though the sentence hadn't been finished, Mizuki already felt like he'd heard the rest of it. "Oshitari-kun, what the hell happened to you?" So instead, he changed the subject to one that he was genuinely bothered about.

Oshitari obeyed the other boy, letting out a sigh in the mean time, knowing once again that all he was doing was breaking his own heart, finally he answered, "Father."

The smaller boy was grateful for the space, but his brows quickly furrowed in concentration. "Your father...Did all of that?"

Oshitari let out a "Yes..." and put his hands on Mizuki's smaller shoulders to steady himself, "Please...Mizuki..."

Mizuki stared at him hard, unsure of what to think or say. He recalled his own father's face and voice...Even in the few times he had seen his father legitimately angry, he had never lashed out at anyone in the family, or even threatened anything. Silently, he was grateful to his family, finding that he loved them just a little bit more now. "Please what?" The younger boy finally asked. "You keep saying please? What do you expect me to do?"

"Go out with me," he choked out, sounding rather sad, "I need you...more than anyone in the world."

It was hard to say 'no' to something that pitiful, it really was. Mizuki felt like a horrible person even considering it. But, honestly, the other boy was setting himself up for more heartbreak. "I can't." He finally responded softly, finding that his cold hands were able to obey his mind again. He brought them up to touch Oshitari's hair, petting the back of his head gently. Why was it that the only comfort he ever gave was awkward and accompanied with hurtful words? Was that really even comfort?

Oshitari coughed, "I knew that...I did...but..." tears began to form in his eyes, "It still hurts..."

Mizuki swallowed the lump in his throat rather painfully and sighed in irritation. He wanted to yell at the other boy and tell him to stop guilt-tripping him without meaning to. Instead he found himself remaining silent, hands no longer trying to give comfort, as they'd seem to frozen again. "......I don't want to give you false hope," he confessed after a long moment of them both standing in quiet pain. "....But is there a way to make you feel better..at all?" Other than dating, obviously.

Oshitari glanced painfully at the other boy, "I shouldn't have come here, should I?" this was horrible. No matter what happened this was the worst possible. Was he -that- much different than Yuuta? Was Oshitari that hard to love?

"...." He wasn't sure what to say to that. It wasn't true, that much was sure. In fact, the whole damn problem was that Yuushi was too easy to love. Though Mizuki hadn't realized this, and even if he had--he'd never admit it. "Look," he forced out seriously, hands moving to cup the other's face gently, taking care not to press the bruised skin. He stared the other in the eyes for a moment, certain that his own were shining with a mixture of frustration and admiration. "I care about you a lot, OK? I don't give a shit about most people, and I pretend that I could care less what they think of me... So, tell me how I can help you."

Oshitari moved himself closer to the touch, "I don't know...what you can do. I just...I want to be with you. I love you. I do. But, you don't love me, and I get that. So...I guess find me someone who I love who loves me? That is as amazing as you?" Oshitari almost laughed but remembered his lip's cut.

Mizuki glared, frowning at the answer. "That doesn't really sound easy... I can't help you change your mind--that's something you have to do by yourself." While they were like this, he could look at Oshitari's injuries a little longer, eyes taking in each mark and cut. Gently, his cold thumb came to run over the boy's bottom lip, softly touching the cut that was similar to one he had---only his own was almost fully healed. "I hate your father," he mumbled, eyes still narrowed in scrutiny.

Oshitari's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he knew he should have expected such an answer of course...but it still hurt. As he felt the other boys cold fingers crossing his skin he moaned slightly and parted his lips, allowing Mizuki more space to explore, Oshitari closed his eyes, and said "It was my fault..."

"Liar," Mizuki mumbled, his index finger lightly inspecting the cut. Actually, this one was probably worse than his own, but only slightly. Still, he knew how it felt and treated Oshitari's wound with care. "Even if you were at fault for something big---which I'm almost 100% certain that wasn't the case---no one deserves to be treated this way by their family." He meant it too. His family had always been kind to him--perhaps a little neglectful when it came to his sisters, but even when they paid attention to him, it wasn't cruelly.

Oshitari looked down sadly, "I upset him...I tried to leave school. It's...what it is...but thanks. It's not really something for you to be concerned about I guess..." he felt tears welling up in his eyes realizing that the boy that was touching him so fondly now would never truly feel fondness for him.

"Stop sticking up for him." It was irritating somehow, and Mizuki knew it burned in his eyes. "We can't change what's already been done, but from now on don't just take it." Though it was probably easier said than done, the dark haired boy felt he had to voice his honest opinion, even if he had no experience in abuse. His fingers lightly moved from the cut to tuck a strand of blue hair away, out of the other's eyes.

"I don't usually...I asked him not to...but...well, obviously it didn't work. You can't expect me to raise my fist back..." Oshitari replied sadly running one of his hands down to hold Mizuki's other hand.

"Why not?" Mizuki shot back with a defiant look, as if he wanted to face the taller boy's father himself. "You shouldn't let anyone hurt you physically. No one should--- I don't, and even though I started that fight with Ohtori-kun, I wasn't about to just stop, even when I was losing."

Oshitari half-smiled using the side of his face without the scab, "You have a kind of strength I don't...that's even more so why I love you," Oshitari let his other hand lift to touch Mizuki on the cheek, "I absolutely, entirely adore you."

"I'd like to meet your father some day," he mumbled bitterly. "I said it before online, but now I'm really serious." He didn't seem to mind the contact for now, as it was only mirroring his own, and he wasn't doing anything uncomfortable.

Oshitari glared at the boy, "No. I absolutely forbid it."

"Why not?" Mizuki protested once more, glaring in return. "I'm not afraid of him. It's illegal to hurt other humans physically." Not that he'd be afraid even if it was legal--he was legitimately pissed at that man.

"He could kill you. And, knowing him, he could get away with it," Oshitari replied softly, "And I would never get over that. So, No. I forbid it."

"No one gets away with murder," Mizuki mumbled, eyes still narrowed dangerously in seriousness. "And even so, I don't care. I don't want to die, but I'm pretty sure that your father isn't that stupid."

Oshitari sighed, "It's no use arguing with you. You refuse to understand your situation and you'll take it as me being offensive if I try and explain it. It's simple Mizuki. I refuse to let him touch you. You're mine."

The smaller raised a brow, skeptically. "Oh? I am, now? This is news to me." He let his hand fall to rest at the crook of the other's neck and glared off to the side. "I want to talk to him. I'm certain I know of my 'situation'. I'm a poor, simple, normal person...with no authority, who means absolutely nothing in that world, and yet I managed to completely capture one of his children. Right? I think that warrants his hate, but it's nowhere near how much I hate him."

Oshitari smiled allowing his lip to tear slightly, "Yes, you -are- mine. I don't care if you don't want to be mine, I will -make- you love me. You captured his disobedient child that likes boys, parties, and cares little for his lifestyle. Thanks...for protecting me...but, I'll step in if things go wrong, and take as many of the literal punches as I can for you."

Mizuki's hand twitched slightly and he kept frowning, irritated at the talk of possession. He wasn't a thing, and certainly not Oshitari's. But he wasn't going to argue right now, the situation was too fragile. Instead, he ignored it altogether, "So that means I do get to meet him~?" He asked with a slight smirk, the resting hand coming to wipe gently at the specks of blood that came from the healing cut.

"Mizuki how can I possibly deny you anything you want?" Oshitari asked as though the question was simple math. Mizuki got anything and everything from Oshitari that he wanted, "You have my entire heart. I am your toy...If you desire to meet him so bad, you can."

The smaller boy couldn't help but smirk a little more openly, his ego growing slightly at that comment. "Then take me to see him soon." The cut at Oshitari's lip didn't seem to want to stop bleeding so quickly, but he kept wiping away the tiny beads of red softly whenever they slowly welled up.

Oshitari nodded, "Yes, Hajime-sama," and looked deep into the other boy's eyes.

"Nfufu~!" Mizuki tore his gaze away as he laughed softly to himself, "That would almost be respectful, if only you hadn't used my first name." He shook his head, his hand falling back to his side as he smiled slightly. "It was flattering nonetheless. But, that cut at your lip is bleeding, if you haven't noticed. I kind of want you to take care of that soon."

"Mizuki, kiss me," Oshitari demanded sadly.

Mizuki blinked, caught off guard for a second before his glare softened. "Oshitari-kun, come on...We need to take care of that before I consider any sort of crazy requests, OK?" He took the other's wrist and pulled him in the direction of the bathroom.

Oshitari followed the other boy obediently, consider? Mizuki would consider kissing him...This caused Oshitari's brain to freeze up a bit.

"Sit," he commanded softly, pointing at the closed toilet lid and turning to get a hand towel, knowing Oshitari would do as told.

Oshitari took a seat on the toilet lid and looked up at the other boy.

"I would say 'this'll hurt', but I know you're a wuss and will complain even if I don't warn you." Mizuki rolled his eyes, checking the water until it was hot enough and then wetting the very edge of the towel. "Have you cleaned it with anything yet?"

Oshitari felt himself clench in preparation, "I don't know. Usually one of the maids takes care of them after they happen...but, I left rather abruptly this time around..."

"Alright then, well your own spit should work well enough normally. It's not like a flesh wound anywhere else, since there's less chance of it getting infected than a cut on your hand or something." Water would be just fine. After all, putting soap or antibiotics on the mouth was never a pleasant thing to do. Gently, the took the wet end of the cloth and dabbed at the blood, one hand firmly holding Oshitari's chin so he could completely focus on the cut without the other moving to distract him.

Oshitari winced in the other boy's hand, "Ouch."

"Oh, hush, you puss." Mizuki scolded softly, frowning in concentration and continuing to work, though the tone of his voice had been sarcastic.

Oshitari moaned in a slight bit of pain, but over all the experience had him rather excited. He loved that the smaller boy was taking care of him and doting on him, "Th-thanks" he muttered into the towel.

"Yeah, Yeah." Mizuki brushed it off, removing the towel and narrowing his eyes in scrutiny, as if daring the blood to well up again. "I know it's hard for you, but if you don't stay shut up, this thing will never heal quickly."

Oshitari obeyed him and sat as still as possible for a whole minute before asking, "Can I move yet?"

"If you quit talking so much..." He stared for a moment longer before deciding that the bleeding had finally stopped. Mizuki moved back to the sink and rinsed out the cloth, watching Oshitari through the mirror. He shook his head, "You look so pathetic right now."

Oshitari sighed, "No better than you looked the other day, now then...as promised, my kiss?" and he pointed to his lips.

Mizuki scoffed, wringing out the towel tightly. "I said I'd consider it, doesn't mean I will." He eyes were looking down at the sink now, unable to ever look at the other boy when he rejected him.

Oshitari stood up and balanced himself with the other boy's shoulders, "Mizu...ki-sama..."

"What?" Mizuki snapped irritably, shutting off the water and looking up at the boy's reflection, even if Oshitari was right next to him. Or, more precisely, practically hanging off of him.

"Thanks..." Oshitari said finally, "It's...really sweet of you to do this for me..."

The smaller boy rolled his eyes, "Yeah, sure. It's not like I could just leave you outside my door." He turned a bit and his hand moved to mess up the already slightly mussed blue hair. "Don't be so pathetic next time."

"Well it sure was hard enough getting you to open your door," Oshitari replied coolly and leaned his head downward to let the other boy have his way with Oshitari's hair, "I'll try to be my gorgeous self next time."

"Joy," Mizuki replied sarcastically, "Because I'd hate to see anything but." His hand fell from the hair to the other's cheek, pinching it slightly where there wasn't darkly colored skin. "It's strange seeing you vunerable, you obnoxious twit~"

"Is it good or bad?" Oshitari asked, becoming rather self conscious and wincing a bit from the pinch. It wasn't so much that it hurt but it made some of his other bruises hurt simply by thinking about them being pinched.

The pale hand gently rubbed at where it had pinched, the spot becoming a little pink from the previous treatment. Mizuki frowned slightly in thought, "....It's bad, actually." He admitted finally, eyes not coming to meet.

"I like this treatment though," Oshitari replied with a slight smile, not letting his lip crack again, "After all...you're being so gentle."

Mizuki's frown deepened and he pinched the cheek yet again, a little harder. "Shut it."

"Ow ow," Oshitari replied, flinching, "I didn't mean I don't like you when you're rough. 'Cause either way is hot, but this is merely another side."

"Hush, you" Mizuki snapped with a glare, though his lips twitched slightly in threat of a smile, clearly amused as much as he was agitated. "Are you going to be OK now?"

"I'm still waiting on something..." Oshitari replied softly, running a hand down Mizuki's chest.

"Mmhmm," the smaller replied, cupping Oshitari's cheek before giving it a very light slap, "And you're going to have to keep waiting."

"Mm? How much longer?" Oshitari asked batting his eyelashes slightly.

"Years," Mizuki responded, finally moving from the other boy, "Or perhaps lifetimes."

Oshitari smiled, "That so?" and he moved closer to the boy again.

"Yes, it is," He replied coldly before moving away again, this time heading back into the main part of his dorm room.

Oshitari sighed, "Should I head back now?" He was a bit frustrated with the other boy, and the hole in his heart was also beginning to reappear.

"If you want to," Mizuki replied with a shrug, silently making a decision whether the other would appreciate it or not. "I was just going to go back to studying," he looked over the book he'd fallen asleep on, lying open on the edge of his bed, "...or sleep."

Oshitari let out a slightly annoyed sort of sound, "I'll just hang around for a bit. You study? What a waste of time. Need help?"

Mizuki glared. He studied because he actually had a few subjects he didn't like, and therefore had little motivation to actually learn, but in order to pass he had to do extra. "No, I don't need help. It's just reading work. You're free to sit around though."

"I could probably guess the content without reading it. English? Or something else?" Oshitari asked, slightly amused to learn that he was more intelligent than the other boy. But naturally, not surprised - he was a genius after all ~!

"No, I actually enjoy foreign languages." He glared at the books on his desk, in particular the ones he had yet to study. "I just have no interest in history," he mumbled bitterly, sitting himself on the edge of his bed.

"Oh?" Oshitari asked, taking a seat next to the other boy, "History is fascinating. What country? What battles? Time period? Economy? Social history? Do tell."

"Back off," Mizuki grumbled, agitated. He scooted away from the other, picking up a book that he'd knocked to the floor earlier, probably when he was sleeping. He glared at the cover, before reading it, nose wrinkled in distaste "Honors Ancient World History."

"Oh my god. You are so lucky. That's suchhhhh hot stuff," Oshitari replied, possibly being the ONLY person who could describe history as sexy, "I often hoped to go back in time and smex all the Romans. So. What do you want me to summarize?"

"Dear Lord, of all things to hope for," he dropped the book carelessly, in obvious disgust. "I think I'm just going to sleep for now, actually. I've been staying up too late every day this week. Besides, it's not like we have classes tomorrow." Mizuki toed his indoor shoes off and moved to lay down, kicking the other boy lightly with his sock-clad feet. "Get out or sleep."

"What? I'd trade even my love for you to meet the Romans," Oshitari explained, and he actually wasn't even kidding. He would have -loved- to see them. Not only sleep with them of course, but he truly loved them, "I guess I'll sleep..." Oshitari said, taking off his own shoes, and moving to lay down next to Mizuki.

"Tch. Why don't you do that then? It makes things easier on me," Mizuki grumbled, moving to the side so Oshitari could slip under the blanket that he'd pulled halfway up, not really needing it much since he still wore his shirt and pants. Shifting slightly, he got comfortable on his side, looking at the other. "You're not bothered by this anymore?"

"Because it's not possible to travel back in time, duh," Oshitari replied smartasslike, and then got under the covers with the other boy, "A little. But for the moment having someone to be in bed with, even not sexually is slightly comforting."

"Hn..." Mizuki stared at the other boy for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not that statement was honest. Apparently, deciding that it was, he snuggled into the pillow a little more, half burying his face in it and closing his eyes like he was going to sleep. Really though, he was just listening to them breath, and thinking. Lots of thinking.

Oshitari laid still, he had no intention of sleeping, but it was truly nice for him to lay like this. He could feel a bit of warmth from the other boy, and quite enjoyed it. He closed his eyes and imagined that the warmth was warmth he could actually have, and started to feel a bit warmer himself.

Mizuki cracked one eye open, watching the other silently. After a few minutes, he sighed softly. Really now, Oshitari did look so vulnerable and pathetic, it was hard not to feel bad for him. It really didn't help either that this was mostly his fault. Mizuki swallowed his guilt and closed his eyes again, this time moving forward and pressing his lips gently against the other boy's, careful not to hurt the cut on Oshitari's bottom lip. It was weird, and certainly not like he'd heard or expected. There was no sparkling tingle or hot rush, it just felt simple, real... And oddly comforting.

Oshitari's eyes flew open, to find Mizuki's lips pressed against his. Naturally, he reacted and tried to give the other boy the best first kiss ever, for the moment sticking with merely lips against lips, but slowly parting his, allowing the other boy to use his tongue, should he desire. Oshitari gently nibbled on Mizuki's lower lip. His mind flew in a hundred different directions, why was Mizuki kissing him? Mizuki didn't like him. Yuushi knew this. So why?

Of course, he'd expected Oshitari to react, but it somehow made him tense up, his lips working awkwardly against the other's. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Mizuki willed himself to forget things like rules and consequences and guilt, his body relaxing a little as he did so. Instead, he focused entirely on the soft pressure against his lips and the slight coppery taste of the other's wound when his tongue touched it lightly before slipping into the other mouth. So what if it was his first kiss. Oshitari had been his first real friend, and had proven that he more than deserved it. The only problem would be the aftermath, but...for now, it was nice. Really nice.

Oshitari ran a hand down Mizuki's chest again, this time stopping and holding a hip. At the same time he chased Mizuki's tongue around in his mouth running his tongue across the other boy's.

The smaller boy did his best to ignore the hand contact for now, knowing that if he paid attention to it, he'd become nervous and push away. He continued kissing the other though, carefully and always mindful of the other's lips, trying not to push too hard or bite at the already wounded skin. Wait. He wasn't really sure when it overcame him, but the urge to bite and nibble was nagging at him. His tongue returned to his own mouth just as his breath ran out and when he parted to gasp for air, his mouth went to the crook of Oshitari's neck, teeth scraping gently at non-bruised skin before kissing it too.

Oshitari removed his hand to grip the sheets on the bed, "Ahhhh Mizuki," he moaned into the other boy's shoulder in response to the attack at his neck, and he moved to do the same to the other boy, picking a spot near his shoulder and began to slide his tongue over the skin before scraping his teeth against it.

So it felt like that, did it? Really, he meant to control his voice, but a sharp gasp was torn from him before he could think to stop it. His spine tingled slightly, and he shuddered involuntarily, biting at the skin a little harsher to keep his mouth and mind busy, his tongue licking at the mark he'd made as if apologizing.

Oshitari felt himself move slightly closer to the other boy to get a better angle at marking him, and also to try and get more slight noises from him. Oshitari felt his hips begin to grind gently against Mizuki's.

Mizuki felt something hard press against his hip and even with his mouth occupied at the other's neck, he couldn't stop himself from moaning suddenly. Oh god, this was bad. Really bad. Things were getting out of hand, and he hadn't meant to push the other boy this far. He felt like an idiot for thinking he could just give Oshitari a kiss and expect him to not take it farther. A horrible, misleading, idiot. His body wanted more, finding that touch from another human was much more exciting that touch from itself, but Mizuki forced his mouth away and pushed lightly at the taller boy's chest, hands shaking.

Oshitari grinned at the response, and upped his speed a bit. He was pleasuring Mizuki - well...kind of. And if he hadn't been in the middle of the act, he would have pinched himself. Oshitari clawed at the other's shirt with his hands. And then, found himself surprised when Mizuki started to push him away, "What?"

"....Stop," he whispered softly, the guilt beginning to return through the hazy mess of hormones and confusion. His body was clearly protesting, already hot from the contact, but his mind was painfully making it realize what he'd done wrong.

Oshitari could feel Mizuki's hardness through his pants and didn't quite want to stop, he'd never been good at obeying the rules. He figured he may as well push the envelope if anything and reached down with his hand to grab the tent of the other boy's pants. Oshitari ran his hands around it seeing if perhaps he could cover up Mizuki's apparent guilt.

Oh, fuck. Mizuki whimpered, overcome with desire and sadness. He didn't want to do this. But he did. He didn't want to lead Oshitari on, he didn't want to sleep with him first. He didn't...He couldn't... But his hips were moving into the hand slightly, his breath straining and a heated moan tearing from his throat. Damn it all!! Mizuki began to cry.

And Oshitari pulled back. He stared at the other boy, and found himself taking the smaller boy into a hug and telling him, "Shh. It's okay now, I stopped." And once again, Oshitari felt utterly miserable.

"Don't do this to me!" Mizuki sobbed in anger and shame. "My body's not listening to me, and--" And it was terrifying. He was thankful that the other had stopped, and even though his stupid hormones told him he wanted more, his chest was heavy and pained enough to tell him that No. He didn't want it. Not when it would cause such horrible results in the end. The aftermath of this was going to be bad enough...

"Oh because -I- started this," Oshitari snapped. But tried to calm himself enough to help the other boy, "I'm not about to do something to an unwilling partner!" Oshitari meant that much at least. His sister's experience had taught him to never do that.

"I didn't..! I just..!" There was no excuse for what he'd done. Really, now that he thought back on it, he wished he hadn't. Mizuki could hardly bring himself to admit that it was an act of pity. "....You scared me though. I know you couldn't tell if I wanted it or not. I don't. I really, really don't. But..." Being a teenager sucked. It really did. Things made you hot too quickly and sometimes even when your mind or heart didn't want them too. ".........I'm sorry," he confessed softly, barely audible. "I didn't mean for it to go farther..."

Oshitari smiled softly, despite his own pain, "I made a promise I intend to keep. I swore that I would never touch someone with the same desire as me. I let myself go a bit in the heat of the moment, so...I'm sorry too. But, I forgive you..." He did actually. Oshitari was irresistible after all. It didn't surprise him that someone couldn't control himself in front of him.

"I just..." Mizuki trailed off, somehow more guilty that he'd been forgiven than anything. His tears had stopped as quickly as they came, seeing as how they were mainly born of panic, but his face was still wet from them. Even though his body was slowly beginning to cool down, his cheeks were colored, though now more from embarrassment. The room was silent for several minutes more, the world seemingly having stopped for the time being. ".......I wanted to see...if it would feel painful when I kissed you.." And it had. Not immediately, like in his dream, but it was painful now.

Oshitari decided to hide behind the mask that Fuji used, since his glasses were no where to be found, and so he smiled, "Just forget about it. Pretend it never happened," I wish I could Oshitari added in his own head.

Mizuki had already planned on doing just that. It would be impossible--of course, he knew that--but he could still pretend. He was always good at that. Silently, he nodded slowly, not looking at Oshitari anymore. He didn't trust his voice right now.

Oshitari pulled out of the hug, and got out of being under the covers. He sat up at the edge of Mizuki's bed.

Mizuki curled up once the other moved from him. Had the bed always been this cold? He couldn't speak, afraid of what he'd say. He couldn't act, afraid of what he'd do. So silently, he watched Oshitari from his lying position, until finally he was able to form words. "......Please, don't hate me." He was afraid the second it left his lips, though he didn't show it. Did he really want to know the answer to that? Maybe it would be better for them both if Oshitari hated him for this, but...really now...Mizuki didn't want to be hated. To be truly, utterly hated by someone you were once friends with...was absolutely terrifying.

Oshitari closed his eyes, thinking about a proper response. At first he wanted to simply laugh. It was almost amusing, he finally physically bonded with the one he loved and then - this. He should have expected it, instead he said as calmly and silkily as possible, "There's not much you could do to make me hate you, Mizuki. If I was going to hate you I'd probably already had reason enough." He pressed his fingers against the crease between his eyebrows as he felt a headache coming on...

"A part of me wishes you would hate me," Mizuki spoke, not knowing exactly where these words were coming from. "But most of me just wants to be next to you. That's all. Just next to you. No touching, no talking, nothing at all. Just....near you." What was he saying? It sounded so bizarre. what kind of sick desire was that, and where the hell had it come from? Just existing near someone? Like a doll..or a shadow. It wasn't normal, but when he thought about it, it sounded nice. Then again, perhaps his mind was just wrong. Not normal.

"Too troublesome," came his response with a genuine smile, Oshitari felt too tired to argue and so he slumped back down on the bed under the covers, without contact with the other boy and asked, "Like this?"

".........Yes," Mizuki replied softly, his voice sounding strange even to himself. He lay still, staring at the other rather blankly, though his eyes were very much focused on him. "Like this."

Oshitari's eyes were focused on the ceiling and he almost took no notice of the other boy staring at him, "'Kay. Any other requests?"

"No," came the same whispered response. Mizuki didn't move or change anything at all. Just laid there, without contact, without demanding attention...he might as well have not even been there at all. Maybe it was creepy---there was no such thing as a relationship like this. At least, not a healthy one.

Oshitari did not find himself bothered by this. His mind was running with a million thoughts but staying still was in his blood. He'd often posed for paintings done of him, and the such. Still, it felt weird to him to be in bed with someone and have no contact whatsoever. A bit...sad.

It was definitely weird. Even Mizuki could see that. And yet, he wanted it to be this way. The desire to talk or explain was in his nature, and as the silence stretched on it became increasingly difficult to fight. Yet he remained silent, just watching Oshitari as if he'd be able to solve all their problems by just acting as the other's shadow. His living doll. Mizuki shuddered slightly at the comparison and pulled the blanket tighter to his chin.

It hit Oshitari finally - what was bothering him. It was the loneliness. He wasn't lonely, as there was someone near him, and yet he was, because that person wasn't his. But they were sharing a bed. Oshitari let the blanket glide slightly away from him. He wasn't cold after all he was fully clothed, he merely laid like a statue.

Perhaps that's what it was. A realization of his own slowly washed over the smaller boy and he felt a little colder once it did. Mizuki had always been alone growing up. Sure, he had his parents who loved him, his sisters who doted on him when they were bored, and his classmates who had often gotten creeped out by him after a few weeks. He'd surrounded himself with people at St. Rudolph--students, teachers, teammates---but it wasn't enough. They never stuck around more than they had too, and he was never 'weak' enough to ask them to. So to be able to just be around someone, even without the normal things like talking, it felt nice. Maybe it was just weird for them to both just act like inanimate objects, but it was nice. Period.

Oshitari turned to look at the other boy and attempt to read his expression. There wasn't much about this that was comforting to him, in fact he found it greatly discomforting, but some part of it was in fact nice. He forced himself to smile.

It took Mizuki a moment to realize that Oshitari was looking at him and even longer to realize that the smile was directed at him. He wasn't invisible, as much as he'd pretended to be. Weakly, he smiled back, though it was small and less forced than the other boy's. He looked as if he wanted to say something but his lips never parted.

Oshitari turned around and faced back up again. He wondered when Mizuki would be content with this and let him go, or when Mizuki would explain what this was all about. For the minute he tried to get used to the odd feelings in his heart.

Mizuki didn't offer an explanation, even after another long stretch of silence. In fact, he didn't do much at all. The only indication that he was even alive was the soft sound of his breathing and the way his eyes watched the other boy fondly, blinking every now and then. Clearly, he found comfort in this.

Oshitari rose his hand and began to move his fingers above him, drawing letters in the air. This was something he'd always done according to his mother and he often did it when alone. He'd write things as though he was finger-painting in the sky. He wrote his own name 'O-S-H-I-T-A-R-I Y-U-U-S-H-I' in script before merely swirling his index finger and others around in circles or whatever shape seemed right.

The smaller boy watched intensely for a moment before copying the movements experimentally on the bed sheet, one finger tracing whatever movement Oshitari had just done. It was interesting, spending time together like this. He almost felt as if he were just watching the other boy in private, as if he weren't there and Oshitari was just acting like he was alone. Somehow, that was kind of nice too. Mizuki didn't feel guilt or worry this way, and there was no pressure to think or say anything to keep up conversation. No need to worry about hurting feelings.

He paused, and stared at his outstretched hand for a moment. He often did this when he was outside. As if it were a challenge to the sky and an attempt to grasp something. His thoughts returned a fortune cookie he once had, it read Don't let your dreams remain dreams. He smiled, knowing he never did. Oshitari intended to do everything differently than the rest of his family. He would start a new era for the rich - even if no one stood by him. He smirked visioning himself challenging the world, and his potential victory, Oh yes, things wouldn't stay the way they were. And he went back to drawing in the sky.

A small smile played on Mizuki's lips and he found himself curling up a little more, watching Oshitari entertain himself. Oh yes, this was definitely one of the best times they'd spent together. He was almost able to forget the lying, the conflict, and the kiss. Oops, that had been his first kiss, hadn't it? Thrown away. Gone. The smile faltered and his hand stopped following the other boy's movements. Suddenly, being like this was lonely. Too much thinking. He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but no sound came out. He didn't want to ruin this. Not so quickly.

Oshitari had been so lost in his own thoughts, dreams, and hopes he'd almost forgotten that Mizuki was only inches away. Bizarre feelings began to find themselves back in his heart and he let out a sigh. He needed to find a toy. Someone who didn't matter for the moment. Someone who could merely distract him from his distraught.

Finally, after what felt like hours in silence, Mizuki heard his own voice lightly break the stillness of the room, "Oshitari-kun...?" He felt odd, like someone was pushing the words out for him.

"Yeah?" The other boy asked not yet ready to turn to face Mizuki again.

"What do you want most in life?" Again, the words were coming from nowhere.

Oshitari considered the question, he almost said 'You of course,' but decided to answer the question honestly, "To reach the top of the world, earn the respect of everyone, and change the face of the rich forever. Through which, will change the world completely."

Mizuki blinked, genuinely surprised at the answer. He, too, had expected to hear himself listed as Oshitari's desire. Somehow, he was happy to be wrong. "You could do it. If anyone." He wasn't sure why he was talking anymore, and just let it happen.

Oshitari smiled, reaching out with his hand again, wondering how far out that hand would control someday, "I know," came the slightly conceited response, "but, in the mean time, I'd like to have you," he turned and winked at the boy. He disliked not having his glasses. It made him far too serious and so Oshitari was forced to play around extra without them.

For a moment, Mizuki saw hope in the taller boy. He saw a future that wouldn't stand for bruises and stupid social rules. And for the moment, he felt his own stupid rules and boundaries shatter, falling around him in a mess of tiny shards. He'd pick them up and rebuild them one day, he knew, but for the time being, they were nothing but broken glass. "What would you do," he asked in this newfound mental freedom, "if I was yours?"

Oshitari made a fist in the air, still feeling a bit high off the idea of his image of his world, and said extremely seriously, "I'd treat you better than anyone else, take better care of you than anyone else, and give myself to you entirely. And put myself entirely at your mercy."

"Would you let me be myself? Make my own choices? Even if they hurt you?" His voice was odd, he felt odd, and he wasn't sure why. The limit had been broken, and already it was being pieced back together, but slowly. Too slowly to stop him.

"Would you leave me?" Oshitari asked equally serious, and then paused, realizing that would put limits on Mizuki, and he recited lyrics, "Please ignore the lisp, I never meant to sound like this. So take me, and break me, and make me strong like you. I'll be forever grateful to this and you. Its only -you-, beautiful. Or I don't want -anyone-. If I can choose, it's only you. Fix me to a chain around your neck, and wear me like a nickel. I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised. Do you understand?"

Mizuki stared for a moment, trying to consider the lyrics. He nodded slowly, "I think so." He hoped so. Another broken shard fixed itself and he was tempted to have something break it again, to stop the limits from returning--even if they probably helped him somehow. The problem was, he didn't know what had broken them in the first place---or how to rebuild his mind faster than the rate it was working at. "....Would you go out with me then?" He asked softly, the words making his lips feel numb.

"What do you think?" Oshitari asked reaching over to pet the other boy's head. His mind was completely blank. Perhaps this was ecstasy?

"It doesn't matter what I think right now," Mizuki answered, another piece of his mental wall sliding into place. "What's your answer?"

"I meant, dummy, what do you think my answer will be? Of course I say 'Yes'." Oshitari replied still reeling from shock and this time reaching over to slap his face.

"Then that's it," Mizuki answered simply before his mind had a chance to build that wall much higher. "We're a couple."

"Yes...Can we...?" Oshitari started to ask 'kiss again', but held himself back for the sake of the other boy, "Shall we lie here some more in silence?"

"I don't mind," the smaller boy answered with the same simplicity. "Whatever couples do. It's up to you, I've never been half of a couple before."

Oshitari leaned in this time taking the initiative to kiss, pressing his lips against the other boy's.

Mizuki responded as he did before, only more tamely and less intensely. There was no need for rushing or desperation on either side. It was strange how just a few words--as simple as 'we're dating'--could make a relationship feel more....secure? He wasn't sure what the word was for it. Yuuta was in the back of his mind, and the pain was there too. Sadly, he tucked both of those feelings into a tiny box and left it lying amongst the broken glass in his mind, leaving it with the limits he'd placed on his life. Maybe one day it would be forced open again, and he'd return to how he once was, but at this point...Only one person would be able to do that, and he seemed so far away.

Oshitari kissed the boy gently, not yet parting his lips, he didn't grind up against the other. Oshitari had no intention of taking it any further than a mere kiss for the moment. He wanted to savor all of Mizuki that he could. He pulled back to take a slight breath, in awe of the beauty of the boy in front of him, "You're...amazing, you know that?"

The darker haired boy smiled slightly, blue eyes looking Oshitari over in the way they had moments ago, when they were in total silence. "Do you intend to flatter me for the entire duration of our relationship, Oshitari-kun?"

"Is it bad?" Oshitari asked, suddenly concerned. He shifted around a bit in the bed.

"...No," Mizuki replied after a thoughtful pause. "But don't expect me to do the same."

Oshitari smirked, "My ego doesn't need your compliments," and then he chuckled and said more soft, "I understand."

Mizuki pulled at the other's cheek, in the same place he'd pinched it hours earlier. "And don't expect me to change. I'm not going to suddenly be mushy and romantic. You said I could still be myself, and I intend to keep it that way."

"I expected that of course," Oshitari answered with a smile, "I want you to be you, of course, I'll still be my snarky but serious self."

"Good," Mizuki smirked slightly, letting go of the painful grip and lightly brushing the other's bangs away, "It wouldn't be any fun if we both changed."

"So when can we fuck?" Oshitari kidded.

Mizuki scoffed as his hand tugged at a strand of blue hair, one of his eyes twitching despite the smirk. "In a few years maybe. Try to remember my schooling, would you?"

"Oh? So we'll still be together years from now? I guess I better stop having people add themselves to my list of rebounds," Oshitari replied smoothly, inwardly blushing at the thought, "I'll school you in another way, friend."

"We'll see about that. Keep hitting on me with such painfully bad lines and we won't last a week." Mizuki tugged at the other's bangs as if they were his own. "Don't try so hard anymore. I'm right here, you don't have to chase after me anymore."

Oshitari felt a strange heat rise into his cheeks as he fully realized the meaning of those words. And he reached out to touch Mizuki's cheek, then brushed it with his lips, "We should go on a date."

Mizuki smirked, "Really now? I never knew that's what you did when you dated someone." His fingers twirled a blue strand carelessly. "I don't want to though. I don't want to change anything. Don't treat me differently now that we're together."

Oshitari glared at the other boy in response, "Very well, I'll treat you the same as always, we won't call them dates, we'll just go hang out as usual. At -least- let me call a car and -not- a taxi for rides home?"

"No," Mizuki glared in return, pulling at the hair again, "We'll hang out, but you'll carry me home instead."

Oshitari burst out laughing, and then considered that the boy was serious, "You are kidding...right?"

He raised a brow, "You mean you wouldn't carry me if I asked you to?"

"I...you...I'll try," Oshitari answered, defeated.

"Come on, now," Mizuki frowned though his narrowed eyes looked amused, "I'm not that heavy." He leaned in and kissed the other lightly on the side of the mouth without the cut, pulling back before he could get a reaction.

Oshitari made a slight 'ahh' noise in response to the contact, but didn't have much time to truly react, "Oh for fucks sake. Fine, if you want me to carry you around, -master-, then I will."

Mizuki glared in mock irritation, "Come off it, you ass. I'm not serious. I already know you're too much of a puss to even lift me, much less carry me anywhere."

Oshitari winked, "I could always hire someone to do it, you know, with my mass of useless wealth? Seriously though, you're going to have to get used to this at some point. I am taking you around with me after all."

"I know. I'm trying to accept the fact that you grew up a spoiled bastard." His lips twitched and threatened to reveal a smile, "But that doesn't mean I'll be happy having your servants dote on me."

"Oh please, you know you'll love the attention," Oshitari replied, and smirked, "plus, the food's better than you'll ever have here."

Mizuki rolled his eyes, "Any food is better than what they serve here." He paused, smirking slightly, "And I get to meet daddy-dearest, don't I? Not to mention that crazy excuse for a sister...who apparently hates my guts. Man, your family is going to love this..."

"You sure you want to meet my Dad?" Oshitari asked still worried about the other boy, and then chuckled, "My sister has her reasons for being crazy. I used to hate -her- guts, but she's stood up -to- my Dad for me, and well...yeah. We just get along better now. Maybe Mom'll like you?" Oshitari smiled, "if you come to France with me, at least Kirihara and Marui will be there for some other fun."

"Of course I want to meet that jerk. Don't you know me by now? I love pissing people off." He shifted slightly, half burying his face in the pillow again. "Mm... Not sure what your mother is like, other than flaky. But I'll be nice. You're never--ever--meeting my family though." He closed his eyes for a moment in consideration, "France...hm? I'll think about it." As if it was a common offer.

"Well naturally," Oshitari considered it, "very well, just don't blame me if you come home as bruised as me...Mom's a darling, good thing you're pretty much gay though or I'd be worried you'd think she was hot. Oh? Why can't I meet your family?" Oshitari asked batting his eyelashes sweetly, "You'll -think- about it? Oh come on, you know you'll learn more in that country than from a textbook here."

"Like I'd let your father lay a hand on me," he lightly flicked the other boy's forehead, glaring at him from the pillow. He did it a second time, a little harder, "And that's for deciding my sexual preference, you wuss." He rolled onto his back carelessly, "Yes, I'll think about it. We came to Evergreen to go to school, not to run around causing messes and going on lavish vacations. Stupid."

Oshitari purred into the other boy's ear, "Can you be without me for the whole weekend?" and then took his tongue and lapped the smaller boy's ear, nibbling on the bottom of it and kissing all the way down his neck.

Mizuki felt goosebumps spread across his arms, but he wasn't nearly as panicked and hot as before. Something about their relationship now left him feeling more in control than before. Safer. A hand came to thread its fingers through semi-long strands of blue hair. "Yes, actually. But I think the proper question is, Can you be without me for the whole weekend~?"

Oshitari took in a gust of air but kept kissing the other boy's neck, and replied, "Obviously I can't be. That's why I'm begging you to come...are you going to order me to stay here?"

"Not unless you want to. I'd planned on getting some work done this weekend. If you're off having fun, I can concentrate." His hand moved from the back of Oshitari's head to rest at the nape of his neck.

"You can get work done on the plane," Oshitari tempted the other boy, "I'll be doing my best to keep Marui and my sister from ever being the same room for more than 10 seconds."

"Hm?" Mizuki looked thoughtful for a moment, the tips of his fingers lightly drawing circles on the back of Oshitari's neck. "Hmm.... I still pass for now."

"Mizuki..." Oshitari groaned, and ran an arm down Mizuki's back, "will you be okay if I still go?"

"I told you I was fine with it. It's not like you're leaving forever or anything." He rolled his eyes, "I'm not a clingy lover, if that's what you're looking for."

"That's not what I'm looking for actually, we could go to another house, and let them have their fun in France," Oshitari offered.

Mizuki closed his eyes again, as if blocking out Oshitari's presence made it easier to think. ".....Maybe," He answered finally, cracking open one eye to glace at the other.

Oshitari smiled, "I'm not going to pressure you to do something you don't want to. Just pick a place and tell me where you decide," he offered, "I'd simply like to get out this weekend is all." Oshitari stretched a bit.

The smaller boy rolled his eyes, scoffing, "As normal people consider 'getting out' to mean 'going outside or into town' and not 'out of the country entirely'."

Oshitari chuckled, "I am myself after all. We could stay within the country too, you know. But, I want to be out of the area of Evergreen. And, Europe at this time is nice..."

"Hnn~? And have you ever considered that your boyfriend maybe doesn't enjoy travelling all the time~?" Mizuki asked, looking up at the ceiling as if it were true.

"I suppose I can stay here then," Oshitari frowned slightly, he wanted to take Mizuki with him to make a cologne with him and do all the other lovely things he did in Paris. Like go shopping down Rue Saint-Honore, stop in some churches and all that. Maybe even take a train ride down south and convince him to get nude on their private beach. His mind flipped through several ideas, "Laying like this is nice..."

"Nfu~ Liar," he pointed out with a slight smirk, stretching slightly and tucking his arms under the pillow behind his head. "You'll find out soon that I'm complicated because I'm simple."

"That hardly makes sense, and yet it really does," Oshitari replied with a smile, "You'll have to let me spoil you some though, okay?"

"If you really want to, I'm not going to stop you." He rolled over so he could face the other fully. "Just don't smother me with it or I'll get annoyed fast."

"Trust me, I learned that the first night we met," Oshitari replied not really wanting to relive that experience, "But it is all yours in theory now, so, don't feel that way. Just order people around like you're above them. After all, you are."

"Don't I normally do that~?" Mizuki asked, arching a brow and trying to keep from smiling as widely as he wanted to.

Oshitari smiled, "Hence why I can't imagine you disliking the life style."

"I didn't grow up with it--naturally it's weird. But that doesn't mean I completely dislike it~ I'd quite love a life of aristocracy, thanks." He flicked the other boy's nose gently, as if to say 'but that's not why we're dating'.

"That makes sense," Oshitari answered understanding, he liked it when the other boy flicked his nose lovingly and so he leaned in and rubbed his nose against the other's, "Eskimo kiss," and he smiled, "Love you."

Mizuki felt his face color a little before he glared in irritation, "You are such a girl, I swear. It's almost embarrassing." He smiled despite it, "I know you do."

Oshitari smiled, "You know you like it."

"Hardly," he denied, though the twitch of his lips gave it away.

Oshitari ran a hand through the other boy's hair, "Mm. You're so handsome."

Mizuki's eyes closed on instinct, as they always did when his mother or sisters would play with his hair. "Really? I know this already."

With his other hand Oshitari rubbed the other boy's ear, "Yeah. Your heart must be doin' flips though, because -I'm- saying it." He smiled and massaged Mizuki's hair.

"Nope, not at all," Mizuki admitted honestly, "Why? Should it be?" He leaned into the touch slightly, finding that the petting was lulling him into a semi-sleepy state.

Oshitari paused and pulled at a clump of it, glaring at the other boy, "You better be glad to hear me call you handsome," but then released as he had been mostly kidding, and leaned in to kiss the other's forehead, "Sleep Mizu."

"Jerk," Mizuki mumbled glaring back, apparently not pleased with having his hair tugged on by anyone but himself. "You say it too much for it to be special anymore." Then he closed his eyes again once he was certain his hair wasn't going to receive anymore pulls. "You're making it very tempting to sleep..." He paused. "Mizu? .....I kinda like that."

Oshitari smiled and continued petting the other boy, "Mizu it is."

Mizuki scoffed quietly, leaning into the hand a little bit. "I didn't say you could give me a nickname. I just said it wasn't that bad."

Oshitari stopped petting the other boy but didn't yet pull on his hair, "May I call you Mizu?"

"No," the smaller boy replied, mock-glaring. "Mizuki is fine. I prefer Mizuki-san, but I guess you don't stay so formal when dating."

Oshitari continued petting the other boy and frowned, "Mizu-kee it is," he accented the 'ki'.

Mizuki rolled his eyes, "By the way, you don't plan on public displays of affection, do you?"

"I'd like them," Oshitari replied sincerely, "But, I didn't really expect them. And figured you wouldn't want them..."

"You're right. I don't want them. I've never planned on showing off any relationship I'm in, and this is no different." Though it sounded a bit cold, he wasn't trying to be mean.

Oshitari nodded, a bit upset he couldn't show off the other boy, but understanding, "I get that. And I'm happy to respect that."

"I wouldn't really mind it or anything, if it's nothing big...or if we're not around people I know." Like the students here. Which pretty much ruled out doing any of that while they were at school. He had several reasons for that actually, but only one he really cared about.

"Fair enough, so, no where within 50 miles of here?" Oshitari asked with a slight smile, "All the more reason I want to take you far away ."

Mizuki closed his eyes, sighing slightly for dramatics, "Take me away~? Sounds like you plan on kidnapping me and running away from home."

"I would kidnap you but I don't think that would thrill you," Oshitari replied poking the boy on the nose, "You'd be annoyed, no?"

"Mm...I used to want to be kidnapped when I was little." Mizuki admitted without opening his eyes. "It's kind of strange thinking about it now, but since when do children think normally?"

"You did?" Oshitari asked, surprised, "My mother was always horrified about that kind of thing - worried you know, because like they could have all kinds of a ransom and what not. Children are a bit odd though."

"Yeah..." His sisters were the people he saw most when he was little, as his classmates seemed to dislike how bossy he was, so he'd often been doted on by them, sometimes even forced into old school uniforms of theirs and stuff. Then they'd giggle and fawn over him Oh Hajime-chan, you're so cuuute~ Hajime-chan, you make a good girl! Hajime-chan's like a little doll~! Mizuki shuddered. Girls were strange. "My sisters would drive me crazy. I kind of just wanted to get away."

"I can understand that," Oshitari replied softly, slightly blaming his mother for his girlish tendencies, and how he hated his sister, and how awful his father was, none of the riches seemed worth it but he couldn't possibly figure out how to start at the bottom, "I wanted to run away, but I was too much of a coward to do so..."

Mizuki scoffed quietly, "Nfu~ You should've run away and kidnapped me back then.."

"That would have been fun, unfortunately I didn't know you back then, dear," Oshitari replied twirling the other boy's hair into curls.

"Unfortunately," Mizuki repeated, once again enjoying the comfort of someone playing with his hair. "Things would've turned out differently..." Not that Oshitari wasn't satisfied with how things were now, but that tiny box with his feelings for Yuuta was still there-- locked away, fragile and silent. If they'd met that far back, Mizuki would never have fallen in love with Yuuta...never had felt so helpless and frustrated and alone.

"They would have, but it's okay how they've turned out now," Oshitari replied with a smile, "I have you after all..." and he kissed the other's forehead.

Mizuki made a soft noise somewhere between irritated and pleased. "Look, don't say such things. It's embarrassing. I know I'm hard to resist, but really now~"

Oshitari smiled slightly at his boyfriend's reaction, he repeated this in his head -boyfriend-. Mizuki was his boyfriend, "Well, you still tired? Wanna take a nap?"

"I was tired, and you're making me tired," Mizuki admitted, shifting on his side and rubbing his face against the pillow. "I might sleep, whether you're here or not."

Oshitari wrapped his arms around the other boy and pulled him close and closed his eyes, "Mm..."

The smaller boy was tense for a moment, before he remembered--Right. Dating. It was weird to think about. They were dating? Somehow it felt odd to think of it that way. He'd become so used to the other boy's advances and hopeless flirting that the thought of it supposed to be 'mutual' now was very new. Relaxing considerably, he buried his face in Oshitari's shirt, stealing some of his warmth.

Oshitari put a hand behind the other boy's head and rubbed against it gently, keeping his eyes shut. He thought he could stay this way for a -very- long time.

The warmth was nice, even if he still felt awkward being 'in a relationship'--especially one so sudden--but it was making him fall asleep faster. Half-awake, he gently moved an arm to rest around the other's waist, one of his legs tangling itself with Oshitari's longer ones as he more or less used the taller boy as a pillow.

Oshitari felt his own brain and heart decide to take a bit of a nap of their own, as he drifted off to sleep draped around the smaller boy and quite content.