Our Spot
Title: Our Spot
Author: Tezawari
Fandom: NEWS
Genre: Au, romance, 1st-person POV
Pairings: ShigexKusano
Rating: R-NC-17
Word Count: 3,745
Disclaimers: These pretty boys are not mine.
Summary: Kusano has been intrigued by the boy in the library he's known for 3 years. It's Valentine's Day and the next day is his birthday. Something special needs to go on.
Author's Note: Ah... I'm sorry for not having had continued with Over Road yet but something inspired me for some KuShige love. I also played with the years that Shige and Kusano are in for their university.This hasn't been bete-ed at all too. So, there's most likely a lot of mistakes. I'm sorry! It's been so carelessly made.
The sight was annoying. It’s Valentine’s day. And tomorrow? My birthday. It would be cool if I didn’t have to spend both of them alone.
I’ve been in college for three years now and even now I see the silly exchange of presents, hugs, and kisses. Haven’t people my age grown out of that yet? No matter. I just have to ignore it since there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess…
My cold, numb hands grasp the doors to the entrance of the library to pull open for me to run inside and welcome its warmth. People wouldn’t normally find me in the library but hey, there’s a reason I’m in college and managed to stay in it. Well, that and I also sometimes hide the fact that I go to the library at all. People at school think I’m cool. I have to keep up the image, you know?
The stuffy scents of old books invade my nose but it won’t for long. I quickly, but quietly walk along the stacks of books and lined-up reading tables until I eventually reach the end and make a quick turn to the left. There is always this one table in front of the window by the end corner of the library that I would go to. I self-proclaim it as My Spot. Mine. It also serves as a good hiding spot in case any schoolmates decide on going to the library as well. It’s the Law section. There aren’t a lot of students who take Law.
I take that back.
There is one other person who uses my spot. I allow them to since that person doesn’t seem to bother me all that much.
This one guy, Kato Shigeaki, sits at the complete other end of the table closest to the window while I have the other end furthest from the table. I’ve never spoken to the guy. How do I know his name? That guy has a habit of falling asleep on his books. So, I can take a peek at the name on the top of his papers.
Ever since my first year of college, I would come to this table after school and just study or read. Yes, I am capable of such a thing. But I can only do it for about 2 or 3 hours then I’m out of here. But, all the time, about 30 minutes after I arrive, that Kato Shigeaki would arrive and set his books to his usual place on the table. I always arrive first but I also leave first as well. I don’t know how long after me that guy stays in the library. So… I guess I’ve been doing this for 3 years. I would sit and work beside this guy pretty much everyday of the school week but we wouldn’t say a word to each other. Sure there would be exchanged glances but that’s it.
I set my backpack on the table and I just sit here and wait. It’s almost become tradition that I wait for him to arrive before I start on my work. Besides, he gives me motivation. Whenever I see him study, I want to study too.
My eyes stare out the 8-panel window, just examining the amount of light that came through the glass. The weather was nice at least. But, that just made the Valentine’s Day atmosphere even stronger. I could have found it amusing if it was horribly raining or something. Yeah. That would suck if it was cold and wet on Valentine’s Day.
Apparently, I wish came true.
Even with the sun shining, I could see droplets of rain beginning to distort my sight on the glass. Hell, I ought to be a weatherman. It sucks though. I didn’t bring an umbrella or anything. Oh, but that meant that the Kato-guy will have to walk through that. And the rain started to get harder with the clouds becoming darker. I could even see the wind picking up. I wonder if that guy will be alright.
Time has gone by with me just staring out at the window. It’s definitely been over half an hour. That guy should have been here by now. Even in the rain or snow or intense heat, I never fail to see Kato Shigeaki arrive here in the library. Maybe the weather defeated him today.
There’s a lot I wonder about the guy. I don’t know anything about him aside from his name. I don’t know how old he is, what school he goes to, what his voice sounds like, nothing. I know he has a cell phone because I see him put it on silent once he sits down.
Oh, I know that he has a DoCoMo cell. Also, I know that he has bad vision because I often see him with glasses or contacts. I like it when he wears glasses. It looks good on him. I also realized that he’s left-handed judging from the way he holds his pen. What else? He also has a piercing on his left ear. Oh yeah, and the guy has a habit of playing with his nose. Whenever he’s in the beginning process of thinking really hard, he would flick, pull, or rub at his nose before setting his hands to pen and paper. It’s sort of cute for a guy. I especially find it amusing when he’s so concentrated on writing an answer that he’s thought a long time about. He would lean down so low close to his books with pouted lips, furrowed brows, and intensity in his eyes as he’d writing.
The guy has also had his change of hairstyles through the years. His first style was pretty boring. It was short and straight with bangs hanging over his eyes. Gradually, he really let his hair grow very long at one point. He didn’t look so bad with long hair. It complimented his glasses a little more. Currently, he went really short with a Mohawk-like style. It was quite a surprise but it actually suited him.
I’ll admit that there are other strange things I wonder about when it comes to that Kato Shigeaki too. I wonder if he’s single or something. Is he straight, bi, or gay, like me? Those were the simple things that I would question. But the longer I had shared my spot with him, the level of curiosity I had for him started to get too much. For example, I would wonder of he would masturbate and how his face would look what he’d come. Maybe it would be similar to his expression when he’d get an answer wrong. I mean, some guys wonder about that of other guys, right? Since it’s a normal thing for guys to do, I’m curious on how that Kato-guy does it. Unless, he doesn’t need to masturbate since he gets laid a lot? No, I don’t think so. Why would you constantly stay at the library if you can be doing something better? I consider myself an exception.
Is he a virgin or not? I wonder if he’s a good lover or anything. In my head, I’d picture the possibility of how it would look like with him having sex. That’s normal, right? It’s okay to be curious on whether others are good in bed or not. At least I think it’s normal.
He looks like a good kisser though. He may not have the fullest lips in Tokyo but they look like they can do some pleasant damage. I wonder if he uses tongue too. I’m not sure. He looks like a shy guy but from just observing his mannerisms sometimes, but I can see that he could be hiding a stronger persona behind those books and glasses.
Ah, he’s finally here.
I raise my head at the shuffling noises of footsteps, a wet coat, and a heavy school bag. Oh, he’s wearing his glasses today. I hold in a small snicker at the way his glasses are covered in rain. Surprisingly, his Mohawk is still in good shape but it’s obviously drenched as well. I can see that he really must have walked through that rain and wind to get here. Doesn’t he have a hat or a hooded jacket? I guess that’s what took him so long. I can see him staring back at me for a second, giving me a nod; his usual subtle greeting.
I watched as he pulled out his chair from his usual corner of the table directly beside the window I was staring through. First, he dropped his bag to the floor with a heavy thud. Then, he shrugged off his damp coat from his shoulders to hang it back the back of the chair. He sat himself down with a heavy sigh. He must be tired.
I was about to reach for my books in my bag because I thought he would too so that the both of us could start studying or doing out homework. Instead, I see him just slouched back into the chair and staring outside.
Well, now I can’t start my homework if he’s not. I wonder if he’s okay.
What I do instead… I pull out a piece of notebook paper from my binder and a pen. A sigh leaves me mouth as I do something I couldn’t bring myself to doing for 3 years.
I begin writing on the paper as I feel his eyes watching me somewhat curiously. When I’m done, I lay my pen down and slide the paper to him.
Our eyes meet. My determined eyes stare at his confused ones.
Hi.
That’s all I could bring myself to write down. I don’t know it’s going to be accepted or rejected by Kato Shigeaki.
But, my hopes were raised when he pulled out a pen of his own. I know it’s in blue ink. He likes writing in blue while I like black. I grin when he started writing on the paper then passed it back to me.
Hello.
His handwriting is so neat, as usual. He also writes so formally. I then write a new response under his.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I added a small heart at the period of my exclamation point. Is that too weird? Well, it’s too late to change it since I already passed it to him. And it was returned to me within a few seconds.
You too.
Is that it? I’ll ask him something. I hope it’s not too personal but since I mentioned Valentine’s Day anyway I might as well. I give him the question and he gave me his answer.
Do you have a girlfriend?
No.
I see. So he’s single. Wait.
Boyfriend?
When I gave him the paper, I felt anxiousness in my chest. Would he be offended by that if he wasn’t gay? The more I regret it when I see him giving me a look before writing on the paper again. I get nervous when he passes back to me.
No. But I used to.
After I read that, I steal a glance at the guy only to see him staring back at me. Is he looking for some kind of reaction from me? But, it helps me build a better image of him. I would ask him more about it but I can’t tell from his face if he’s interested in writing his story down. So, I write something else. It resulted in a decent exchange between strangers who have known each other for so long. Did that make sense?
I’m Kusano Hironori.
My name is Kato Shigeaki.
Hey, Kato-san. You can just call me Kusano or Notti.
Then you can call me Shige. What are you comfortable with me calling you?
Notti. That’s what my friends call me.
Is that okay with you?
Of course. It’s been 3 years.
Yeah, it has been 3 years.
I go to Hosei University, by the way.
My university is Aoyama.
What are you studying?
Law, senior year. What about you?
I’m in career design, 3rd year.
Oh. He’s older than me. I suspected so. He does look a little more mature. As I slide the piece of paper to him, I wonder what he’s going to write. My answer left him with the opportunity to start a topic.
My birthday is November 7th.
For some reason, I didn’t feel like giving him my birthday. Not that I didn’t trust him to know. But, I wouldn’t know what to do if I knew the person I was talking to had their birthday tomorrow. Of course, I would greet them an early birthday greeting but that feels like they’re only saying it out of obligation. But I still don’t lie to him.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
Are you joking with me?
That makes me laugh. Why would he think that I was joking with him? But, I have to say, if I were playing around with new people who would be potential friends, I would joke about my birthday if they asked.
I’m serious.
Are you doing anything special for Valentine’s and your birthday?
Not really. I will most likely do what I do everyday.
Like what?
Come to the library.
I handed the paper back to Shige and patiently waited for his response. I noticed how it took him a while to get back to him. I wonder if it took him a while think of something or maybe it was difficult to write it down?
What are you looking forward to for your birthday?
The question was a little surprising for me. I don’t know what to say. I took another quick look to the other’s direction before leaning over to reply to him.
I would like to get to know Shige a little more.
When I gave my answer to him, I made sure to wait for any reaction from him. I don’t think I should be worried about someone actually rejecting friendship with me. Shige looks like a nice guy. I watch him as he read the sheet of paper. Now he’s turning his head to look at me.
He’s smiling at me.
He has such a beautiful smile.
My heart is beating so quickly for some reason. My face feels hot. Why does my chest feel so tight? I think I stopped breathing for a second too. Why?
Oh my god, his smile is incredible and it’s directed toward me.
There’s a lump growing in my throat and I’m sure my mouth is hanging open in awe because I have to lick my lips that seem to have gotten very dry all of a sudden. I just can’t remember ever seeing him smile before. All these years and I haven’t seen him smile. I’ve been missing out.
I wonder if he can hear how loudly my heart seems to be pounding in my chest right now. I hope my face isn’t as red as I think it is. There’s no way…
Now he passed me the paper back. At least I think he did. I’m too busy still staring at him. Now he’s staring back at me, a little surprised at first to catch me looking. But, he only shyly smiles in return. If I were standing, I would definitely be on the floor after seeing that smile of his.
Reality hits me. I look back down at the piece of paper. What did he say?!
That can be arranged.
I don’t know if I can take it. My chest is almost beginning to hurt because of how strong my heart is pounding. I lick my lips again once I pick up my pen. As I was ready to write, I realize that Shige’s answer took the last line of the page. So, I flip the paper to its back and write my answer directly in the middle.
This time, I stand up and walk over to Shige but on the opposite side of him. I hold my breath as I sit myself down across from him and slowly slide the paper in front of him but with what I wrote on the underside of the sheet.
He gives me a curious look as he turns the paper over to read it.
Let me kiss you.
Just as he looks up at me in surprise, I lean forward in an angle and press my lips against his.
The next thing I know, my face is being slapped and I fall back against my chair onto the carpeted library floor. From my place on the floor, I can see Shige’s legs as he gets up from his seat and takes his coat and bag with him as he left me.
Happy Valentine’s Day to me.
&&&&&
Well, Happy Birthday to me.
I’m standing in the library lobby wondering if it was even worth coming in today. I feel so stupid. What the hell was I thinking yesterday!? Who does that kind of thing!?
Kato Shigeaki will probably never come back to the library. I’m such an idiot.
Since I’m here I might as well make up for the lost time of doing work yesterday. I drag my feet against the floor in a defeated manner as I walk to my spot. I guess it will really be considered my own spot since I most likely won’t be sharing it with Kato anymore.
A heavy sigh leaves my lips as I turn the corner of the bookshelves. And there, at the lone table of the far end of the back of the library, I see him.
Shige seemed to have been waiting for me. My heart is beating rapidly again. He’s staring me. No, he’s glaring at me. He’s leaning against the window pane with his back facing the glass and his arms crossed tightly over his chest.
I don’t know if I should be scared or turned on by the fierce look in his eyes that he’s giving me through his glasses.
A gulp drops from my throat as I nervously drop my things and slowly approach the other male. I stop a good foot in front of him with my head down in apology.
“Kato-san…”
It’s the first time I’ve ever spoken to him.
“Please forgive me for what I did yesterday. I-“
Suddenly, I feel a hand gripping tightly at my shirt to raise my head up. Not only that, I’m being roughly pulled by my shirt against the window with my head slamming somewhat harshly on the glass. My eyes had been closed the entire time. I’m waiting for a punch to come next.
Instead, I feel a pressure on my lips. Holy crap, he’s kissing me. I know that because I finally brought myself to open my eyes. I can also feel Shige’s glasses pressing against my face.
Oh god, but yes, he’s kissing me. It feels so good. I was right. He is a good kisser. I could just melt into the glass behind me that’s holding me up. His body is so close to mine. That must also be what is keeping me from falling down as well. He smells so good too.
Ah… he does use tongue.
He pulls away from me suddenly. The disappearance of his mouth makes me unconsciously whimper for more. My eyes open and I see him staring at me, the both of us catching our breath a little.
“Happy birthday.”
Damn, his voice sounds so hot too.
“Thanks.”
As much as I’d love to hear more, I capture his mouth with my lips. I don’t think he was happy with me stealing a kiss from his again. He’s fighting back with his lips a little more deeply. I can’t complain though.
Everything is getting so hot around me. His body is rubbing a little against mine. He managed to slip himself between my legs as our bodies continued to touch so intimately. It’s all becoming so intense. Oh god. My hands, which had been holding me up, let go of the ledge of the window to rest at Shige’s narrow hips. I lift my feet up from behind Shige to push against the edge of the table behind him to replace my lost leverage.
Shige must have felt my movement. He’s grinding against me and with my new position the increased friction is getting me hard. Damnit. Ugh… his lips left mine and they feel so swollen, it almost hurts. But, I quickly forget about that I realize that Shige’s lips had found my neck instead.
I’m getting so needy now. My hands find the bottom of Shige’s and I begin to pull it up, my fingertips already feeling his exposed back. I don’t think Shige liked that. He bit my neck.
I muffle a whine by biting my own lips to keep it in.
“No,” he tells me.
“Why?”
He doesn’t answer. What he does is remove my shirt instead. How he managed to do that so quickly is beyond me. But, as I lean back against the glass, my body shivers at the coolness. There may be the cold glass on my back but I feel Shige’s hot mouth pleasing my nipples.
There’s a sudden sound of my head banging against the window as my head his thrown back in response to the lips and tongue on my chest. It felt so good. But there was something that was giving me pain.
My erection was begging to be released from the confines of my pants. Shige’s hips, which were still rocking against my crotch, weren’t helping.
“Please…”
Oh god. What the hell? Am I asking what I think I’m asking? With Shige? In the library?
Shige looks back at me with a serious face. Why? What’s wrong? Why is he looking at me like that?
He leans forward and our lips meet once again. Damn, his glasses are getting in the way. Even as we lock lips, I raise my hands to carefully lift the spectacles from his face without our kisses faltering in any way.
I must have been distracted with removing Shige’s glasses because I now realize that his hands had worked on unbuttoning and undoing the zipper of my pants. The next thing I know, Shige’s hand slipped into my underwear and wrapped his palm and fingers around me.
“Ahh…!”
Shit. Did anyone hear that?
Shige’s giving me a scolding look now.
“Shh… this is a library.”
&&&&&ENDHappy Birthday, Kusano Hironori!
Oh yeah, sorry, I can't write smut. >.<
Author: Tezawari
Fandom: NEWS
Genre: Au, romance, 1st-person POV
Pairings: ShigexKusano
Rating: R-NC-17
Word Count: 3,745
Disclaimers: These pretty boys are not mine.
Summary: Kusano has been intrigued by the boy in the library he's known for 3 years. It's Valentine's Day and the next day is his birthday. Something special needs to go on.
Author's Note: Ah... I'm sorry for not having had continued with Over Road yet but something inspired me for some KuShige love. I also played with the years that Shige and Kusano are in for their university.This hasn't been bete-ed at all too. So, there's most likely a lot of mistakes. I'm sorry! It's been so carelessly made.
The sight was annoying. It’s Valentine’s day. And tomorrow? My birthday. It would be cool if I didn’t have to spend both of them alone.
I’ve been in college for three years now and even now I see the silly exchange of presents, hugs, and kisses. Haven’t people my age grown out of that yet? No matter. I just have to ignore it since there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess…
My cold, numb hands grasp the doors to the entrance of the library to pull open for me to run inside and welcome its warmth. People wouldn’t normally find me in the library but hey, there’s a reason I’m in college and managed to stay in it. Well, that and I also sometimes hide the fact that I go to the library at all. People at school think I’m cool. I have to keep up the image, you know?
The stuffy scents of old books invade my nose but it won’t for long. I quickly, but quietly walk along the stacks of books and lined-up reading tables until I eventually reach the end and make a quick turn to the left. There is always this one table in front of the window by the end corner of the library that I would go to. I self-proclaim it as My Spot. Mine. It also serves as a good hiding spot in case any schoolmates decide on going to the library as well. It’s the Law section. There aren’t a lot of students who take Law.
I take that back.
There is one other person who uses my spot. I allow them to since that person doesn’t seem to bother me all that much.
This one guy, Kato Shigeaki, sits at the complete other end of the table closest to the window while I have the other end furthest from the table. I’ve never spoken to the guy. How do I know his name? That guy has a habit of falling asleep on his books. So, I can take a peek at the name on the top of his papers.
Ever since my first year of college, I would come to this table after school and just study or read. Yes, I am capable of such a thing. But I can only do it for about 2 or 3 hours then I’m out of here. But, all the time, about 30 minutes after I arrive, that Kato Shigeaki would arrive and set his books to his usual place on the table. I always arrive first but I also leave first as well. I don’t know how long after me that guy stays in the library. So… I guess I’ve been doing this for 3 years. I would sit and work beside this guy pretty much everyday of the school week but we wouldn’t say a word to each other. Sure there would be exchanged glances but that’s it.
I set my backpack on the table and I just sit here and wait. It’s almost become tradition that I wait for him to arrive before I start on my work. Besides, he gives me motivation. Whenever I see him study, I want to study too.
My eyes stare out the 8-panel window, just examining the amount of light that came through the glass. The weather was nice at least. But, that just made the Valentine’s Day atmosphere even stronger. I could have found it amusing if it was horribly raining or something. Yeah. That would suck if it was cold and wet on Valentine’s Day.
Apparently, I wish came true.
Even with the sun shining, I could see droplets of rain beginning to distort my sight on the glass. Hell, I ought to be a weatherman. It sucks though. I didn’t bring an umbrella or anything. Oh, but that meant that the Kato-guy will have to walk through that. And the rain started to get harder with the clouds becoming darker. I could even see the wind picking up. I wonder if that guy will be alright.
Time has gone by with me just staring out at the window. It’s definitely been over half an hour. That guy should have been here by now. Even in the rain or snow or intense heat, I never fail to see Kato Shigeaki arrive here in the library. Maybe the weather defeated him today.
There’s a lot I wonder about the guy. I don’t know anything about him aside from his name. I don’t know how old he is, what school he goes to, what his voice sounds like, nothing. I know he has a cell phone because I see him put it on silent once he sits down.
Oh, I know that he has a DoCoMo cell. Also, I know that he has bad vision because I often see him with glasses or contacts. I like it when he wears glasses. It looks good on him. I also realized that he’s left-handed judging from the way he holds his pen. What else? He also has a piercing on his left ear. Oh yeah, and the guy has a habit of playing with his nose. Whenever he’s in the beginning process of thinking really hard, he would flick, pull, or rub at his nose before setting his hands to pen and paper. It’s sort of cute for a guy. I especially find it amusing when he’s so concentrated on writing an answer that he’s thought a long time about. He would lean down so low close to his books with pouted lips, furrowed brows, and intensity in his eyes as he’d writing.
The guy has also had his change of hairstyles through the years. His first style was pretty boring. It was short and straight with bangs hanging over his eyes. Gradually, he really let his hair grow very long at one point. He didn’t look so bad with long hair. It complimented his glasses a little more. Currently, he went really short with a Mohawk-like style. It was quite a surprise but it actually suited him.
I’ll admit that there are other strange things I wonder about when it comes to that Kato Shigeaki too. I wonder if he’s single or something. Is he straight, bi, or gay, like me? Those were the simple things that I would question. But the longer I had shared my spot with him, the level of curiosity I had for him started to get too much. For example, I would wonder of he would masturbate and how his face would look what he’d come. Maybe it would be similar to his expression when he’d get an answer wrong. I mean, some guys wonder about that of other guys, right? Since it’s a normal thing for guys to do, I’m curious on how that Kato-guy does it. Unless, he doesn’t need to masturbate since he gets laid a lot? No, I don’t think so. Why would you constantly stay at the library if you can be doing something better? I consider myself an exception.
Is he a virgin or not? I wonder if he’s a good lover or anything. In my head, I’d picture the possibility of how it would look like with him having sex. That’s normal, right? It’s okay to be curious on whether others are good in bed or not. At least I think it’s normal.
He looks like a good kisser though. He may not have the fullest lips in Tokyo but they look like they can do some pleasant damage. I wonder if he uses tongue too. I’m not sure. He looks like a shy guy but from just observing his mannerisms sometimes, but I can see that he could be hiding a stronger persona behind those books and glasses.
Ah, he’s finally here.
I raise my head at the shuffling noises of footsteps, a wet coat, and a heavy school bag. Oh, he’s wearing his glasses today. I hold in a small snicker at the way his glasses are covered in rain. Surprisingly, his Mohawk is still in good shape but it’s obviously drenched as well. I can see that he really must have walked through that rain and wind to get here. Doesn’t he have a hat or a hooded jacket? I guess that’s what took him so long. I can see him staring back at me for a second, giving me a nod; his usual subtle greeting.
I watched as he pulled out his chair from his usual corner of the table directly beside the window I was staring through. First, he dropped his bag to the floor with a heavy thud. Then, he shrugged off his damp coat from his shoulders to hang it back the back of the chair. He sat himself down with a heavy sigh. He must be tired.
I was about to reach for my books in my bag because I thought he would too so that the both of us could start studying or doing out homework. Instead, I see him just slouched back into the chair and staring outside.
Well, now I can’t start my homework if he’s not. I wonder if he’s okay.
What I do instead… I pull out a piece of notebook paper from my binder and a pen. A sigh leaves me mouth as I do something I couldn’t bring myself to doing for 3 years.
I begin writing on the paper as I feel his eyes watching me somewhat curiously. When I’m done, I lay my pen down and slide the paper to him.
Our eyes meet. My determined eyes stare at his confused ones.
Hi.
That’s all I could bring myself to write down. I don’t know it’s going to be accepted or rejected by Kato Shigeaki.
But, my hopes were raised when he pulled out a pen of his own. I know it’s in blue ink. He likes writing in blue while I like black. I grin when he started writing on the paper then passed it back to me.
Hello.
His handwriting is so neat, as usual. He also writes so formally. I then write a new response under his.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I added a small heart at the period of my exclamation point. Is that too weird? Well, it’s too late to change it since I already passed it to him. And it was returned to me within a few seconds.
You too.
Is that it? I’ll ask him something. I hope it’s not too personal but since I mentioned Valentine’s Day anyway I might as well. I give him the question and he gave me his answer.
Do you have a girlfriend?
No.
I see. So he’s single. Wait.
Boyfriend?
When I gave him the paper, I felt anxiousness in my chest. Would he be offended by that if he wasn’t gay? The more I regret it when I see him giving me a look before writing on the paper again. I get nervous when he passes back to me.
No. But I used to.
After I read that, I steal a glance at the guy only to see him staring back at me. Is he looking for some kind of reaction from me? But, it helps me build a better image of him. I would ask him more about it but I can’t tell from his face if he’s interested in writing his story down. So, I write something else. It resulted in a decent exchange between strangers who have known each other for so long. Did that make sense?
I’m Kusano Hironori.
My name is Kato Shigeaki.
Hey, Kato-san. You can just call me Kusano or Notti.
Then you can call me Shige. What are you comfortable with me calling you?
Notti. That’s what my friends call me.
Is that okay with you?
Of course. It’s been 3 years.
Yeah, it has been 3 years.
I go to Hosei University, by the way.
My university is Aoyama.
What are you studying?
Law, senior year. What about you?
I’m in career design, 3rd year.
Oh. He’s older than me. I suspected so. He does look a little more mature. As I slide the piece of paper to him, I wonder what he’s going to write. My answer left him with the opportunity to start a topic.
My birthday is November 7th.
For some reason, I didn’t feel like giving him my birthday. Not that I didn’t trust him to know. But, I wouldn’t know what to do if I knew the person I was talking to had their birthday tomorrow. Of course, I would greet them an early birthday greeting but that feels like they’re only saying it out of obligation. But I still don’t lie to him.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
Are you joking with me?
That makes me laugh. Why would he think that I was joking with him? But, I have to say, if I were playing around with new people who would be potential friends, I would joke about my birthday if they asked.
I’m serious.
Are you doing anything special for Valentine’s and your birthday?
Not really. I will most likely do what I do everyday.
Like what?
Come to the library.
I handed the paper back to Shige and patiently waited for his response. I noticed how it took him a while to get back to him. I wonder if it took him a while think of something or maybe it was difficult to write it down?
What are you looking forward to for your birthday?
The question was a little surprising for me. I don’t know what to say. I took another quick look to the other’s direction before leaning over to reply to him.
I would like to get to know Shige a little more.
When I gave my answer to him, I made sure to wait for any reaction from him. I don’t think I should be worried about someone actually rejecting friendship with me. Shige looks like a nice guy. I watch him as he read the sheet of paper. Now he’s turning his head to look at me.
He’s smiling at me.
He has such a beautiful smile.
My heart is beating so quickly for some reason. My face feels hot. Why does my chest feel so tight? I think I stopped breathing for a second too. Why?
Oh my god, his smile is incredible and it’s directed toward me.
There’s a lump growing in my throat and I’m sure my mouth is hanging open in awe because I have to lick my lips that seem to have gotten very dry all of a sudden. I just can’t remember ever seeing him smile before. All these years and I haven’t seen him smile. I’ve been missing out.
I wonder if he can hear how loudly my heart seems to be pounding in my chest right now. I hope my face isn’t as red as I think it is. There’s no way…
Now he passed me the paper back. At least I think he did. I’m too busy still staring at him. Now he’s staring back at me, a little surprised at first to catch me looking. But, he only shyly smiles in return. If I were standing, I would definitely be on the floor after seeing that smile of his.
Reality hits me. I look back down at the piece of paper. What did he say?!
That can be arranged.
I don’t know if I can take it. My chest is almost beginning to hurt because of how strong my heart is pounding. I lick my lips again once I pick up my pen. As I was ready to write, I realize that Shige’s answer took the last line of the page. So, I flip the paper to its back and write my answer directly in the middle.
This time, I stand up and walk over to Shige but on the opposite side of him. I hold my breath as I sit myself down across from him and slowly slide the paper in front of him but with what I wrote on the underside of the sheet.
He gives me a curious look as he turns the paper over to read it.
Let me kiss you.
Just as he looks up at me in surprise, I lean forward in an angle and press my lips against his.
The next thing I know, my face is being slapped and I fall back against my chair onto the carpeted library floor. From my place on the floor, I can see Shige’s legs as he gets up from his seat and takes his coat and bag with him as he left me.
Happy Valentine’s Day to me.
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Well, Happy Birthday to me.
I’m standing in the library lobby wondering if it was even worth coming in today. I feel so stupid. What the hell was I thinking yesterday!? Who does that kind of thing!?
Kato Shigeaki will probably never come back to the library. I’m such an idiot.
Since I’m here I might as well make up for the lost time of doing work yesterday. I drag my feet against the floor in a defeated manner as I walk to my spot. I guess it will really be considered my own spot since I most likely won’t be sharing it with Kato anymore.
A heavy sigh leaves my lips as I turn the corner of the bookshelves. And there, at the lone table of the far end of the back of the library, I see him.
Shige seemed to have been waiting for me. My heart is beating rapidly again. He’s staring me. No, he’s glaring at me. He’s leaning against the window pane with his back facing the glass and his arms crossed tightly over his chest.
I don’t know if I should be scared or turned on by the fierce look in his eyes that he’s giving me through his glasses.
A gulp drops from my throat as I nervously drop my things and slowly approach the other male. I stop a good foot in front of him with my head down in apology.
“Kato-san…”
It’s the first time I’ve ever spoken to him.
“Please forgive me for what I did yesterday. I-“
Suddenly, I feel a hand gripping tightly at my shirt to raise my head up. Not only that, I’m being roughly pulled by my shirt against the window with my head slamming somewhat harshly on the glass. My eyes had been closed the entire time. I’m waiting for a punch to come next.
Instead, I feel a pressure on my lips. Holy crap, he’s kissing me. I know that because I finally brought myself to open my eyes. I can also feel Shige’s glasses pressing against my face.
Oh god, but yes, he’s kissing me. It feels so good. I was right. He is a good kisser. I could just melt into the glass behind me that’s holding me up. His body is so close to mine. That must also be what is keeping me from falling down as well. He smells so good too.
Ah… he does use tongue.
He pulls away from me suddenly. The disappearance of his mouth makes me unconsciously whimper for more. My eyes open and I see him staring at me, the both of us catching our breath a little.
“Happy birthday.”
Damn, his voice sounds so hot too.
“Thanks.”
As much as I’d love to hear more, I capture his mouth with my lips. I don’t think he was happy with me stealing a kiss from his again. He’s fighting back with his lips a little more deeply. I can’t complain though.
Everything is getting so hot around me. His body is rubbing a little against mine. He managed to slip himself between my legs as our bodies continued to touch so intimately. It’s all becoming so intense. Oh god. My hands, which had been holding me up, let go of the ledge of the window to rest at Shige’s narrow hips. I lift my feet up from behind Shige to push against the edge of the table behind him to replace my lost leverage.
Shige must have felt my movement. He’s grinding against me and with my new position the increased friction is getting me hard. Damnit. Ugh… his lips left mine and they feel so swollen, it almost hurts. But, I quickly forget about that I realize that Shige’s lips had found my neck instead.
I’m getting so needy now. My hands find the bottom of Shige’s and I begin to pull it up, my fingertips already feeling his exposed back. I don’t think Shige liked that. He bit my neck.
I muffle a whine by biting my own lips to keep it in.
“No,” he tells me.
“Why?”
He doesn’t answer. What he does is remove my shirt instead. How he managed to do that so quickly is beyond me. But, as I lean back against the glass, my body shivers at the coolness. There may be the cold glass on my back but I feel Shige’s hot mouth pleasing my nipples.
There’s a sudden sound of my head banging against the window as my head his thrown back in response to the lips and tongue on my chest. It felt so good. But there was something that was giving me pain.
My erection was begging to be released from the confines of my pants. Shige’s hips, which were still rocking against my crotch, weren’t helping.
“Please…”
Oh god. What the hell? Am I asking what I think I’m asking? With Shige? In the library?
Shige looks back at me with a serious face. Why? What’s wrong? Why is he looking at me like that?
He leans forward and our lips meet once again. Damn, his glasses are getting in the way. Even as we lock lips, I raise my hands to carefully lift the spectacles from his face without our kisses faltering in any way.
I must have been distracted with removing Shige’s glasses because I now realize that his hands had worked on unbuttoning and undoing the zipper of my pants. The next thing I know, Shige’s hand slipped into my underwear and wrapped his palm and fingers around me.
“Ahh…!”
Shit. Did anyone hear that?
Shige’s giving me a scolding look now.
“Shh… this is a library.”
&&&&&ENDHappy Birthday, Kusano Hironori!
Oh yeah, sorry, I can't write smut. >.<