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“I don’t really know how it started,” Otoya said to Yukimiya, twisting his fork around. “It was just some glances, and those glances turned into stares. Stares turned into talking and…next thing I knew he was in my bed.”
Yukimiya narrowed his eyes, “how long ago did you meet Karasu…?”
Otoya pressed the sharp edges of the fork to his lips, “Not sure.”
Yukimiya sighed like he’d seen this a million times, “Otoya, you’re super sure you like this guy? After all, you’re the one who breaks up with people after like, a week. And we’re all in Blue Lock—don’t you know how awkward it’d be if you guys broke up?”
“We’re not!” Otoya exclaimed as Yukimiya raised an eyebrow. “You’re not what?”
“We’re not dating,” Otoya said, voice soft as he looked down. “It was just a fling—a bad decision. That’s all.”
“That’s what ya think of me?” A voice said from behind. Otoya jumped up in surprise, pressing his palms to the table. “Karasu…?”
Shit.
Karasu crossed his arms, giving Otoya an unreadable face as Otoya looked back and forth between Yukimiya and Karasu. Yukimiya gave no solace as he closed his eyes and leaned back on his chair.
“A bad decision? That’s what ya think?”
“No—I just—”
“Then what? Am I gonna turn into another one of your one night stands? That’s what this is?”
“I…” Otoya didn’t say anything, just turned around to stare at his food. Karasu scoffed, muttering, “well lucky for you, you won’t have to make any more bad decisions,” and walked away.
Yukimiya opened one eye, watching Karasu walk away. “Great job,” he said, before getting up to walk after Karasu. Otoya said nothing, still feeling the glare burned into the back of his neck. He dragged his hand against his face as he groaned.
…
“Karasu—wait!” Yukimiya yelled, putting his hand on Karasu’s shoulder. “What is it?” Karasu responded, voice gruff, not glancing back. “Don’t go defending the bastard.”
“I’m not gonna do that,” Yukimiya said, taking his hand off. “Just…you think maybe you and him could talk it out?”
“Ha!” Karasu said, rolling his eyes. “Ya think I’m gonna do that?”
“Well Otoya is a confusing guy—at least maybe try communicating…?”
“Yuki,” Karasu said, now it was his turn to put a hand on his shoulder. “Stick to soccer and modeling, okay? Giving advice doesn’t suit you.”
Well.
That’s the last time Yukimiya tries to help.
“Fine, fine. You quarreling love birds or whatever do what you want. Sorry for attempting to help,” he said, shaking off Karasu’s hand and walking away.
Karasu stood there, snow falling gracefully onto his coat, as he watched him leave.
He sighed as he leaned onto the brick wall providing him absolutely no comfort; the cold traveling from the wall to his back, causing him to shiver. The cold didn’t seem to pity Karasu as the temperature picked up, leaving his nose and eyes red, from crying maybe, not that he’d ever say it.
He sniffed, his moment of wallowing in self–pity interrupted by someone.
“Karasu…?” The voice said. He knew that voice all too well. He turned his head to avoid making eye contact, mumbling, “go away bastard.”
“Wait,” the voice said, stepping forward and disregarding what Karasu just said. “Can we please talk? I know I said some things, and you don’t have to forgive me but—”
“No, it was my fault, really. I should’ve known you’d treat me like all of your other “partners”. Otoya, do ya even know what love is?”
“I know what love is!” Otoya exclaimed, fists curling up at his side.
Karasu pushed himself off the wall and walked forward. “Oh yeah? Why are you always cheating on people?”
“I—” Otoya stuttered, face flushed, maybe because of the snow.
Karasu interrupted him.
“Why do ya always flirt with other people? Give people that look that makes people think you’re—you’re…”
“That I’m what?” Otoya asked, watching as Karasu stuttered. “That you’re interested in them, dammit. Why are you always playing with people? For once in your fuckin’ life, can ya take things seriously?”
The boy in front of Karasu didn’t say anything, only set his gaze down at the white snow. Karasu stepped forward again, “tell me you didn’t mean what you said.”
Otoya didn’t—wouldn’t—-couldn’t—look up to face Karasu.
And that told him everything he needed to know.
“You’re fuckin’ unbelievable.” Karasu spat at him, before stepping past him to walk away.
But before he could, Otoya grabbed his wrist.
“I can’t say I don’t mean it,” he started, now facing Karasu, expression uncharacteristically serious. “I can’t lie. Not to you.”
What the fuck was he playing at?
“What’re ya playing at ya fuckin’ jerk?” Karasu said, trying to worm his way out of Otoya’s grip, but Otoya only tightened his hold on Karasu’s wrist. “But I also can’t say I didn’t feel something.”
Karasu stopped moving.
“I can’t say that I didn’t hope there would be something more. I can say that maybe—just maybe—I want something more from us.”
“You want—more?” Now Karasu was just confused. “I think I like you. I’m…I’m not sure. It’s a new feeling. Like, I’m satisfied just by being with you.”
“Oh that means so much,” Karasu said sarcastically.
“I’m being serious!” Otoya hissed. “I don’t know what this feeling is, but I feel it for you.”
Karasu paused for a second, thinking about what he could say, maybe something snarky or mean or cruel, but instead he said:
“Ya mean it?”
“For once, I think, yeah.”