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Hina could feel someone staring at him. Staring intently. Staring so intently he was starting to get creeped out. He looked up, noticing the way Yoko glanced away quickly. Huh. So it was Yoko who was staring, which... didn't make sense at all. He raised his eyebrow, noting the way Yoko's ears were bright red.
Later, as everyone left, Hina stopped Yoko in the hallway. The older man shuffled his feet, hands in his pockets and looking at everything but Hina. Hina huffed, frustrated, and thwacked Yoko. “Why're you acting so strange?”
Yoko flinched. “Strange? I'm not acting strange!” Hina rolled his eyes, grabbing Yoko's shoulders. Yoko looked down, shuffling his feet again.
Hina twitched, feeling the urge to shake Yoko. Unable to overcome that urge, he shook the man, watching the way his head bobbed with annoyance. “Seriously. Why are you acting so weird?” Yoko muttered something, and Hina huffed again. “Say it so I can understand you!”
Yoko looked up at that, chewing on his bottom lip, which distracted Hina for a moment. “I.....” The man swallowed, eyes darting to the side. Then he leaned forward, grabbing Hina's chin and pressing their lips together. Hina's eyes widened, which was entirely understandable considering Yoko was kissing him. He moved his hands to Yoko's waist, kissing back eagerly.
Then Yoko pulled back, just a bit. “I like you,” he breathed. Hina swallowed, but instead of responding verbally he kissed Yoko again, hoping it would be enough to get his point across.