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As Mikaela and Shinoa walked out of school side by side, Yoichi and Kimizuki trailing behind them to privately discuss their after school plans, Mikaela let his head fall onto Shinoa’s shoulder as he let out a weak groan.  

“That test fucking sucked ass.”

Shinoa’s shoulders shake - indicating how amusing she found Mikaela’s comment. “What test doesn’t ?”

“I studied for it too.”

“I know you did.”

“Then why the fuck do I feel like I failed ?” Mikaela complained. He studies before every major test, whether it be a pop quiz or an exam towards the end of the marking period to challenge the class on what they’ve learned.

Oh jesus. He realized. Most likely Yuuichirou’s gotta be the reason for this.

“If anyone’s gonna flunk a test, it’s me.” Shinoa snorted. “We all both know I study for jack shit.”

“I still wonder how you still manage to maintain an impossibly high GPA.” Mikaela deadpanned. Sadly, it doesn’t end there. In another two weeks will be their last English exam before the semester ends… and Mikaela’s exhaustion is wearing heavy for the amount of tests thrown in their faces that he barely has time to prepare for.

He wants to murder his English teacher desperately. That bitch doesn’t know when to give her students a break. More like, none of his teachers do. There’s pop quizzes and tests almost every other week, he swears it!

If high school was going to be this stressful Mikaela should’ve started plotting when he should jump off a bridge earlier.

“That’s what I’m thinking.” Kimizuki agrees with Mikaela. Shinoa rolls her eyes.

“Don’t be jealous. You guys may be the scholars but I still get shit done when it’s necessary.”

“Right.” Kimizuki snorts, placing a hand on Yoichi’s shoulder - startling the brunet. It’s apparent Yoichi’s biology class had an upcoming test of their own and Mikaela can tell the poor boy’s already planning on cramming everything into his brain before the big day.

“C’mon Yoichi, last time I checked my car was over there.”

Yoichi lifts his head from his textbook. Blinking, eyes flickering towards the direction Kimizuki was referring to.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, “S-Sorry…”

“Take it easy.” Kimizuki retrieved the textbook from Yoichi’s hands. “You have a good week to prepare before you take it.”

“You’re right.” Yoichi sighs, waving to both Shinoa and Mikaela, Kimizuki wrapping an arm around Yoichi’s waist - balancing the textbook in the other tucked under his arm. “See you guys!”

“Peace.” Shinoa put up two fingers. Mikaela waved. Students roamed the parking lot, clutching the strap of his backpack, Mikaela frowned.

“Where the fuck is Yuu-chan?”

“You would know.” Shinoa answered. “Have you contacted him?”

More students passed by them, either to their cars or to join their friends - making their way about the vast area. Mikaela looked around, then retrieved his phone from his pocket.

“He actually hasn’t sent me anything since this morning.” Mikaela rapidly typed away at his keyboard, sending a cluster of angry texts.

> Hey dipshit

> Where the fuck are you?!?!

> I waited over an hour at the bus stop and you didn't show up -.-

Mikaela hoped Yuuichirou would arrive in his tardy fashion during English or History but alas, he did not. Even after promising Mikaela the day prior that he would.

No text bubbles appear. Mikaela grumbled. He’s going to kick his ass. His friends asses included for not knowing a damn thing on how to control their own friend.

“Did he even fucking come to school this morning?” Mikaela inquired.

“You should know ‘im by now.” Shinoa scoffs, “That boy barely comes to school.”

Mikaela sighed heavily, Shinoa is saying the truth. His classmates saying it’s a miracle, going as far to applauding when Yuuichirou arrives to class on time or does his homework, or even pass a test by the skin of his teeth. “Why do I always date the dropouts?”

Not that Yuuichirou was just a dropout. Yes, he was - although, he was still Mikaela’s boyfriend. And the fact that he chooses to show up to school whenever he wants to is a problem, because he promised Mikaela he’ll work on the situation to prove he actually gives a shit about school.

This doesn't set a perfect example on why Krul should not hate Yuuichirou.

Trying to ask Yuuichirou’s friends didn’t really help. Before Narumi headed home with Shuusaku he had said Yuuichirou probably skipped.

“The dude does his own thing.” Narumi said with a shrug. “Maybe you can tell him to lay off the drugs and he’ll start coming to school.”

Mikaela knew it was a joke. Shuusaku saying so as well - but Mikaela hopes that’s not the reason why Yuuichirou would drop going to school. He’d murder him if he ever discovered a single bag of weed in Yuuichirou’s apartment.

“It’s almost five o’ clock.” Mikaela said, checking the time on his phone once more.

“Maybe he’s just running late?” Shinoa asked, offering to continue to wait with Mikaela. Mitsuba showed up momentarily, her last class having ended. Mikaela’s impatient waiting thankfully ended when he registers the looks all the students were giving in a certain direction.

A loud rumbling of an engine filled the campus grounds. Murmurs and whispers are heard in Mikaela’s surroundings, the purring noise increasing in volume when it draws closer.

A glimpse of a black motorcycle comes into view, pulling up into the parking lot successfully grasping the attention of all the students standing by.

“Ah. There he is.” Mitsuba spoke. The trio far used to the kids with gaping mouths ogling at Yuuichirou Amane showing up to the parking lot on his swell motorcycle. “The king dropout has arrived.”

“There’s my ride.” Mikaela didn’t sound too pleased to admit that aloud, bitterness evident in his tone.

“Well, don’t sound too happy.” Shinoa teased lightly, getting up on the tips of her toes so she’d be able to rest her elbow on Mikaela’s shoulder. “I mean honestly, the amount of happiness radiating off of you is incredible!” Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she watched Mikaela’s eyebrow twitch in frustration and animosity.

Mikaela ignored Shinoa’s comment, or rather pushed it to the side for a moment, because all he could focus on was his boyfriend rolling closer to the curb. A grin was clearly visible on Yuuichirou’s open face, which was lacking a helmet, as he came closer and closer.

And if it was possible the whispers from the crowd grew louder and louder - everyone commenting on Yuuichirou whose appearance was enticing to the crowd.

Mikaela, however, was not pleased with his boyfriend’s flashy arrival.

This fucking dropout.

So when Yuuichirou pulled up to the curve, kicking his leg up for support after running a hand through his hair, Mikaela stared over at him with a scowl on his face.

“He’s quite fashionably late.” Mitsuba teased, bumping hips with Mikaela who shut his eyes tight - in hopes of channeling his growing vexation.

Once Yuuichirou saw the look on Mikaela’s face, it took him exactly two seconds to cringe and cower in fear. The fumes which radiated from Mikaela made his eyes widen and heart drop, in all honesty. Mikaela closed the distance between them, walking over to Yuuichirou in fast strides, clutching the strap of his backpack even tighter. Yuuichirou seemed to shrink down on his seat as he flashed a sheepish smile.

“Hey, babe…” Yuuichirou started nervously, scratching the back of his head as he blew air out of his pursed lips. “H-How was school today?”

Mikaela forced a smile when he came to a stop, foot tapping against the ground in vexatiously.

“Funny ,” Mikaela spoke with sarcasm, “I was gonna ask you the same thing. But in order for me to do that, you’d have to come to school .” Mikaela’s eyes dropped and he gave Yuuichirou the deadliest look he’d ever seen.

Yuuichirou raised his hands up in surrender, slowly getting off his bike and going over to Mikaela. “Well you see… my alarm didn’t go off.”

Mikaela raised his eyebrows, sighing, suddenly acting understanding. “Really? Oh, well, in that case I understand.”

“Really?” Asked Yuuichirou in disbelief, but he pulled his composure back and smirked with the wave of his hand. “I mean, really.”

Reaching out with a gentle hand, Mikaela slowly cupped Yuuichirou’s face and took a step forward, looking up into the taller man’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, Yuu-chan.”

“It’s fine, just happy to be here for you, kitten,” purred Yuuichirou, leaning down as if he was going to place a kiss on Mikaela’s lips.

“It must suck when your imaginary alarm clock doesn’t go off,” said Mikaela with a fake laugh, eyes shimmering with mischief and a bit of anger. Mikaela’s hand, which was still cupping Yuuichirou’s cheek, was suddenly pulled away when he slapped Yuuichirou’s cheek while wearing a blank face.

“You think I’m stupid?” Mikaela spat, clearly still disappointed, “As if you even know how to set a phone alarm.”

Yuuichirou groaned for a moment, stumbling to his side before giving his boyfriend an apologetic look. He laughed though, honestly loving how feisty and stubborn Mikaela was being. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“As much as I love you being rough, I don’t think that applies in this situation,” Yuuichirou said with playful salacity. He quickly moved back over though and put a hand on Mikaela’s waist, pulling his boyfriend forward despite the whines and grumbles which poured from Mikaela’s mouth. A firm kiss was soon placed on Mikaela’s lips, and though he was still angry he gladly returned it and wrapped his arms around Yuuichirou’s chest since he could barely wrap them around his neck.

Yuuichirou tilted Mikaela’s head back for a moment, but then pulled away and flashed a toothy smile. “Come on, babe. Don’t be mad at me,” He said, pecking Mikaela’s lips one more time and chuckling when Mikaela grabbed at his shirt’s cloth - holding onto it tightly.

“I’m not angry, jus’ upset…” Mikaela mumbled, eyes still narrowed. “You promised you’d start going to school more.”

“I know, I know.”

“Then why didn’t you come?”

Yuuichirou paused for a moment, “You wanna know the truth?”

“Yes?” Mikaela said with slight hesitation. “I mean, it’s nothing bad… right?”

“Nah,” Yuuichirou shook his head and looked up, “Honestly I just could give two shits about school. You know that.”

Oh.

Oh.

Once again Mikaela thought, this fucking dropout.

“You’re fucking unbelievable.” Mikaela gives him a light shove. Honestly, what else should’ve Mikaela expected? Certainly not this explanation, regardless - he’s still not surprised.

“Lovebirds!” They hear Shinoa holler from behind them. “If you’re planning on macking it over there, mostly everyone over here including us think you both should get a room!”

“Yo!” Yuuichirou grinned, waving casually without an ounce of embarrassment - unlike Mikaela who’s cheeks redden instantly. “How’s it going?”

“Great!” Shinoa exclaims, “Your attendance is still shit I see!”

“Yep!”

“I swear to God I’ve never met anyone who would be proud to fucking admit that.” Mikaela pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I speak my mind.” Yuuichirou said triumphantly.

“Try to fuck once you actually get to one of your houses!” Shinoa exclaims nonchalantly.

Mikaela flipped the bird with a roll of his eyes and a small smile, his way of gesturing goodbye to his friends before willingly climbing on Yuuichirou’s motorcycle, settling behind him.

“I got all the notes from the classes you’ve basically skipped, that includes the ones we’ve got together. Your teachers been wanting to talk to me about your absences saying they need to speak to you since you’re an idiot, so I suggest you show your ass to school more often because I’m not fucking talking to them.”

“You know you didn’t have to do all that.” Yuuichirou sighs exasperatedly. “I said I’ll take care of it.”

Mikaela pouts. “Have you even started on any homework? You’re allowed to make up some, at least.”

“I’m gettin’ around to it.” Yuuichirou assures, “Don’t worry, doll.”

Mikaela’s worried expression doesn’t fade, he knows Yuuichirou is slowly working his way towards concentrating on his academics for Mikaela’s sake. But he’s doing such a shit job of doing it. Not that Mikaela can blame him, his stereotypical lifestyle’s already earned him a name for himself. Mikaela is working hard on changing that.

He will not allow his boyfriend to continue being a worthless dropout, that’s for sure. He has told Yuuichirou many times how he’ll even put off sexual favors until he stops slacking off and gets his shit together.

The form of extortion does pay off on the bright side. Leaving the parking lot with eyes on them, Mikaela was more than glad to leave after the amount of attention diverted to them after their little act of public display earlier.

“Ready?”

“Shoot,” responded Yuuichirou with a nod, locking eyes with Mikaela - who was sitting across from him, at his desk, with a stack of notecards in his hands. Mikaela stood up to sit on the floor beside Yuuichirou. As Mikaela shuffled through the notecards Yuuichirou leaned back, adjusting his position on the ground until his legs were kicked up on the edge of the desk.

In front of him were mass amounts of papers and books from the studying session Mikaela had coaxed him into doing. His boyfriend was quite persuasive, but not in a sexual way - much to Yuuichirou’s dismay. However Mikaela did shower him with loving kisses and pecks, so it was a least something.

Yuuichirou was beginning to regret it though considering he was knee-deep in papers covered in math equations and language conjugations. A part of him was hopeful though when the moved onto English class’ work.

After all, it was English. Yuuichirou didn’t expect it to be hard at all.

“Alright…” Mikaela nodded when he raised a notecard up, which held a question regarding the book Yuuichirou’s English class was reading, before looking dead into Yuuichirou’s eyes. “Who is Atticus Finch and what is his job?” He asked, referring to the book To Kill a Mockingbird.

Yuuichirou thought for a moment before responding, “Atticus is the son and he goes to school.”

Mikaela’s hopeful face suddenly scrunched up until finally his expression fell, “Ah. No, not even close,” He deadpanned, not impressed. However, he went to the next question. “Who is Scout Jean Louis Finch and what does the character do?”

“Pfft,” Yuuichirou rolled his eyes cockily. “I thought you said these were going to be hard.”

“So you know?” Mikaela asked, leaning forward with interest.

“Of course,” Yuuichirou said with a nod, resting his arms behind his head. “Scout’s the father, duh.”

Suddenly all the notecards fell from Mikaela’s hands, but Yuuichirou just laughed and shook his head.

“I’m just fucking with you,” Yuuichirou explained, shaking his head.

“Oh God,” Mikaela started, leaning down to pick up all the notecards he dropped in his state of slight panic. “I thought you were serious and was about to lose my shit-”

“Yeah, I got it wrong the first time. Scout’s the brother, not the father. How could I forget?” Said Yuuichirou with a shrug, dead serious.

Mikaela wanted nothing more than to get up, go over to Yuuichirou, tackle him, and knock some sense into him. He knew he couldn’t though because last time he did that things got a little… heated. And for now, Yuuichirou was ‘banned’ from doing anything sexual with Mikaela.

Which, of course, was a bit hard for Mikaela too. But the fact that he was pissed beyond belief covered for it.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Mikaela said with a groan, throwing his head back once he sat back up against the bed. The notecards he picked up from the floor were now resting in his lap, completely out of color order, pissing Mikaela off even more - but that was a different story. “Let me ask you this: Did you even read the fucking book?”

“Yes, of course I did!” Yuuichirou exclaimed, shooting up from his now horizontal position to place his hands on his hips. “How dare you accuse me of something so absurd, babe…” Yuuichirou suddenly trailed off, looking to the side. “Actually my memory is a bit fuzzy… I’m sure it will clear up though if you come over here and, ah,” he licked his lips, “helped jog my memory.”

“Really? ‘Cause I don’t think fuzzy is quite the right word,” Mikaela said with raised eyebrows. “Because Scout is in fact the daughter and Atticus is the father.”

“Since when?!”

“Since always. And Jem Finch is the son,” grumbled Mikaela, reaching over to grab a binder off his desk - one that was filled with all his English notes and a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. Once he grabbed the supplies he spun back around and dumped them on Yuuichirou’s lap. “Here are my notes.”

Yuuichirou’s eyes widened at the large, quite excessive amount of notes in the blue binder Mikaela had given him. It was true that Mikaela maybe took… a bit too many notes in class. However it was his best class, so anyone who borrowed his stuff couldn’t complain too much because of the thorough work he did.

Yuuichirou, however, wasn’t ‘anyone’ so he began complaining right away.

“And what the hell am I supposed to do with this?!” He asked with shock, licking his lips as he flipped through the binder.

Mikaela shrugged and made his lips into a straight line. “Err… study it?”

“All of it?!”

“Yeah?” Mikaela said with a small laugh, cheeks becoming flushed because of the confused look his boyfriend wore. “And read the book, too.”

“But that’s too damn much!” Yuuichirou uttered, setting the binder to the side before dropping his head and opening his arms. “Baby, please.”

Oh, so that’s how they were going to play it.

“No,” Mikaela said, unamused as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Baby.”

“Sweet-talking me will get you nowhere.”

“There’s no way I’m writing down all this shit.” Yuuichirou stated bluntly. Mikaela shrugged lightly.

“Alright. There a friend who has less notes you can copy from?”

“Knowin’ any of my friends, they wouldn’t want me anywhere near their shit either.” Yuuichirou clasped his hands together, placing it in front of his face.

“Maybe I can sum it up somehow and make it shorter.”

Mikaela hummed, flipping through the copy of his book. “Whatever works for you, I suppose. No matter what you do it better count as studying or something that benefits you in some way or I’ll be really pissed.”

The hour dragged on, so on Yuuichirou asking Mikaela what a word meant or how to spell it because he had a difficult time understanding Mikaela’s script handwriting.

“How the fuck do you write like this?”

“I write in a way people can read.” Mikaela sassed, offended. “Unlike yours.”

Yuuichirou grumbled. “I don’t understand how people can read any of this. My eyes hurt just from looking at this.”

“Deal with it.” Mikaela flipped another page. “Or you’re just gonna have to stick to Spark Notes which I doubt you’ll want to copy down considering the amount of information’s on there too.”

“I can read this.” Yuuichirou claimed irritably. Mikaela snorts, satisfied to see Yuuichirou open the book and for a short while, eyes scanning through the pages - flipping through, transitioning from paying attention to the copy and scribbling away on a plain sheet of looseleaf. He didn’t even bring his own binder.

Mikaela went to go get snacks for the two of them, discussing the important topics their teacher said will be on the test. Even though Yuuichirou knew jack shit - he was learning a few things. Painfully slowly.

Mikaela asked the questions a second time, deciding that Yuuichirou was ready to be tutored on them. He was surprised when he got them right.

“You didn’t think I was actually reading?” Yuuichirou laughed, “I kinda realized pouring through a couple pages of this that this story ain’t bad.”

“It’s pretty amazing.” Mikaela adds, “Only if you were into reading books you’d discover the joy of it.”

“I read books.”

“No you don’t.”

“Maybe just barely but I attempt to read sometimes.”

Mikaela sipped the rest of his soda, wrappers on chocolate sitting on the floor along with bags of chips, Mikaela deciding that he’ll clean up the finished snacks later.

“I really hope all of this is worth it.” Mikaela says, setting his book down. He turned to Yuuichirou. “You seriously better pass this test.”

“I never got around to askin’ but,” Yuuichirou began, “Why do you care?”

“Excuse you .” Mikaela sputters out a laugh, tossing a wrapper in Yuuichirou’s direction.

“No, no, I don’t mean to come off as rude but…” Yuuichirou explained himself, “Ever since we started going out you’ve been doing all this stuff for me, botherin’ to give me notes and remind me about homework or projects, you even went as far as to researching hours worth of information on crabs yourself for my part on that stupid health presentation.”

“It’s because I care about you. And your grades.” Mikaela told him. “Besides, that ain’t much-”

“The visits to those fancy colleges you took me to. You talked with the guidance counselor about me being interested in scholarships. ”

“You never really talk to me about your future.”

“You absolutely hate it when I talk about not knowing what to do after I graduate college. Or when I joke about actually dropping out.”

“You’re an idiot.” Mikaela says, “But you’re my idiot, and also my responsibility. Therefore, you’re no bad boy on my watch. Motorcycle or not, I’m not gonna let the man I’m dating quit school to be a porn star. Okay?”

Yuuichirou snorts, “I think I would be pretty famous as a porn star with my badass muscles.”

“I would personally not be a fan of any of your porn.” Mikaela joked. Yuuichirou gawked.

“I am hurt .”

“Lighten up.” Mikaela playfully swats Yuuichirou with his book. “Didn’t say I didn’t agree with your statement.”

Scooting closer to Mikaela, putting down on the book in his hands, Yuuichirou smiled a little.

“Thank you.”

“Ew, gross.” Mikaela pretends to gag, Yuuichirou replacing the book with his hand instead, holding Mikaela’s. “You’re thanking me. Who died and possessed you?”

“Your kindness is what changes me.” Yuuichirou presses a light kiss to the back of Mikaela’s hand. Mikaela chuckled.

“You’re such a fucking sap .” Mikaela could be selfless like that. “I think this calls for a study break, doesn’t it?”

“No, I’m serious.” Yuuichirou continued to be persistent, reaching over and cupping Mikaela’s cheek so the other would look at him. “I mean, I know I don’t act like I try a lot, but when I do it’s because of you. You know… you actually kinda wanna make me do things.”

“Pleaseee,” Mikaela whined as he dragged the word out, falling to the side and letting his head rest on Yuuichirou’s chest. “You’re killing me. I can’t take this sweetness overdose.”

Yuuichirou only sighed and laughed lightly, one that always made Mikaela’s heart skip a beat. Unlike most of the time, Yuuichirou’s laugh was light, friendly… warm. Usually it was a chuckle, or something flirtatious, but now that it was just him and Mikaela it was sweet and enveloped Mikaela in affection.

They remained silent for a moment, taking in the heaviness of the moment - something powerful hanging over both of them. For Yuuichirou it was love. Heavy amounts of it and he was drowning - drowning in the sight of Mikaela and everything he did for him.

Mikaela’s was different though. He couldn’t quite explain it, but it was stronger than anything he had ever felt before. It was all pushed towards Yuuichirou, and at that moment Mikaela began to realize that what he felt for Yuuichirou was a lot more than just a huge crush or anything a simple relationship could hold.

And as Mikaela leaned up against Yuuichirou, he closed his eyes. He listened to the deepness of Yuuichirou’s breaths and how his heart was pounding against his chest. It’s seemed faster than usual, but Mikaela couldn’t blame him. After all, it was clear that they were both extremely flustered.

Mikaela soon raised his hand, looking at the acrylic nails which brought rose to his pale skin. Glitter danced across each finger and point, and Mikaela remembered when he had first got them. How supportive Yuuichirou was and how he encouraged his choices. Hell, Mikaela even wore eyeliner with a thick, sharp wing and Yuuichirou’s support remained the same.

All these emotions flooding into Mikaela at once made his head spin, but that didn’t stop him from looking up at his boyfriend - whose eyes were apparently closed as well. Mikaela took a minute to look at Yuuichirou’s sun-kissed skin and sharp features. He began falling all over again. But, then again, he always did when he looked at Yuuichirou. Everything about him was so amazing to Mikaela.

There he was, working his ass off, because Mikaela had asked him to. Well, maybe it was a bit forced, but he was still trying. Maybe for Mikaela’s sake, maybe not. But for whatever reason he was cooperating.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you…” Mikaela mumbled, raising his hands and suddenly looking down as he fixed the loose tank top he wore.

Yuuichirou’s eyes peeked open at that and he let out a blissful sigh. “Babe..?”

“I mean, you’re trying your hardest even though you don’t want to.” Mikaela began blabbering, “And you’re always here for me. You pick me up from school, compliment me, make me feel special when I r-really don’t think so sometimes.” Mikaela began sniffling as his eyes dropped, filling with a bit of tears. “You’re just too good for me.”

“Don’t say that,” Yuuichirou scolded lightly, leaning down to place a kiss on Mikaela’s forehead. “I’m here because I love every damn thing about you.”

“I don’t see why…” Mikaela mumbles, eyes dropping to his hands. “I mean, I’m stubborn and push you to do things.”

“Which I’m happy to do.”

“And I dress weird sometimes.”

“You dress beautifully.”

“And sometimes I’m too loud for my own good.”

“Oh, please,” Yuuichirou said as he suddenly shifted. Mikaela watched him closely, trying to figure out what his boyfriend was doing, but he was soon lifted up.

Mikaela’s legs instantly wrapped around Yuuichirou’s waist, and blood rushed to his cheeks because of the fact that Yuuichirou’s strength was undeniably attractive. And the grunt that left his boyfriend’s mouth didn’t help Mikaela’s heart either.

They spun around until Mikaela was dumped on his bed, Yuuichirou hovering over him.

“You know why I stay?”

“No…” Mikaela shook his head, looking up as he attempted to swallow the lump in his throat.

“Because you’re funny, for starters,” Yuuichirou joked, leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of Mikaela’s nose. “And when you laugh I swear I hear angels singing.”

Mikaela sank down a little, the tips of his ears burning. “Please, that’s too much-”

“And when you smile things get a whole lot brighter,” continued Yuuichirou. Reaching down, Yuuichirou grabbed Mikaela’s hand and raised it - pressing it up to his own. Mikaela noticed the difference of their hand size, blushing darker. “And you wear these bomb ass nails no one else can pull off. And, baby, what’s the color of them?”

Mikaela shyly mumbled, “Rose gold…”

“Rose gold, huh?” Yuuichirou thought for a moment, “That explains a lot.”

“What do you mean?” Mikaela asked slowly, squirming around on the bed, Yuuichirou still above him.

“Because you’re the most golden thing in my life,” Yuuichirou said with a wink, clearing his throat. “Also, another thing I love, is your style. If I didn’t wear this all the time,” Yuuichirou motioned to his leather jacket, “I would definitely raid your closet for some stuff.”

“We don’t have the same size though…” Mikaela said stubbornly, reaching up to pull the top of his tank up in order to hide underneath it. “Yuu-chan-”

“And you have this killer body. God, I’m so fucking lucky,” Yuuichirou said with pure lust and craving. “Whenever I see you I fall in love all over again.”

Yuuichirou paused taking a deep breath while closing his eyes.

“Mikaela, you’re honestly the best damn thing that has ever happened to me.”

Mikaela’s breath hitched and his eyes locked forward, brain malfunctioning for a few seconds because of the words that escaped Yuuichirou’s mouth. Sapphire irises suddenly traveled up his boyfriend’s body, drinking in the sight of Yuuichirou’s abs clearly present through his tight black shirt.

Oh, Mikaela was losing it. It was like all of a sudden all he could focus on was Yuuichirou’s curves and the goddamn stubble with rested on his face.

It was as if something erupted inside of him. And whatever it was, he didn’t want to stop it.

Rushing forward, Mikaela couldn’t stop himself from locking lips with Yuuichirou, the sweet, rich taste from the older boy’s mouth making him melt on the spot. Mikaela’s hands flew up and he wrapped them around Yuuichirou’s chest to pull him down, and before either of them knew it Mikaela was pushing Yuuichirou’s leather jacket up - deeming it as useless.

Mikaela wanted to feel Yuuichirou’s skin under his touch. Maybe that sounded desperate, but he was too caught up in the moment to care. And when the sound of the jacket dropping to the floor reached Mikaela’s ears he shivered.

Yuuichiriou’s arms were now bare, and when Mikaela pulled away from the kiss a whimper accidentally poured from his mouth. The decorative ink which covered Yuuichirou’s arms were locked in Mikaela’s vision, and before Mikaela could even realize what he was doing he was reaching out to trace the symbolic tattooes with covered Yuuichirou’s arms.

“What does this mean?” Mikaela asked in a whisper, gently running his fingers over a small word in a foreign language on Yuuichirou’s forearm. It was in delicate writing and made Mikaela’s head spin with interest.

Yuuichirou glanced down for a moment before speaking, “It means strength.”

Mikaela nodded before continuing, pointing at another. “And this?” 

“Hope.”

Mikaela nodded and swallowed nervously, both of the boys finally catching their breaths from the kiss. A part of Mikaela didn’t want that though - he wanted them to stay breathless and caught up with each other. But when a blank part on Yuuichirou’s arm caught his eye he let curiosity get the best of him.

Yuuichirou’s arm was decorated in beautiful ink, so it was quite clear that he was saving the empty spot for something. Possibly another tattoo? 

“What about here…?” Mikaela asked slowly. “Are you gonna get another one?”

“Yeah,” Yuuichirou’s head dropped and he laughed through his breath. “Yeah I am,” He explained, letting his upper body drop so his lips could ghost over Mikaela’s ear. “I was actually thinking about putting your name there.”

When a small whimper escaped Mikaela’s mouth the tips of his ears began to burn in embarrassment, so Mikaela turned his head to the side and let his hair fall over his face. His head was crowded with thoughts and they were all coming at once, making Mikaela’s heart overflow with joy.

Did Yuuichirou really care about him that much? So much that he was willing to get something about him - something permanently - tattooed on his skin? The elation and desire, the overwhelming feeling of love Mikaela felt, it was making his hands shake.

His heart pound against his chest.

The desire to somehow become something more with Yuuichirou stronger.

Mikaela didn’t understand it, but he was more than grateful. He wanted Yuuichirou to be his forever, in all honest, and that’s what made him feel so shy - so vulnerable. All he could do was look down at the bed in embarrassment. Especially because he could feel Yuuichirou’s loving gaze on him.

...Or maybe it was because Mikaela had fucking whimpered when Yuuichirou mentioned his ink.

Mikaela had a problem. He just wanted to curl up into a ball and pretend that never happened.

However, Yuuichirou wasn’t going to let him go that easily, so he reached to the side and cupped Mikaela’s cheek gently. Yuuichirou’s thumb gently rubbed Mikaela’s cheek in a comforting way, assuring his boyfriend a little.

Making his boyfriend look at him again, Yuuichirou flashed him a playful smirk and spoke, “What was that?” He asked, desire underlining his voice as he spoke teasingly.

“Nothing…” Mikaela mumbled stubbornly, trying to avoid eye-contact even though his face was facing Yuuichirou’s.

Yuuichirou only continued to snicker though. “You gotta thing for ink, kitten?” He asked, quite amused.

“No,” Mikaela shot back without missing a beat… maybe a little too fast. He cleared his voice though and fidgeted around. “I just have a thing for green-eyed guys who conveniently have some.”

“Oh, that is very convenient,” agreed Yuuichirou, still looking down at Mikaela. “Lucky me then.”

“Indeed you are…” Mikaela teased lightly, a bit of his stubbornness coming back to him as he suddenly whacked Yuuichirou’s hand away from his cheek. “And don’t do that! You’ll ruin my liner…” He mumbled, but then suddenly moved forward and kissed Yuuichirou again.

Mikaela continued to do so but refused to make the kisses deep, making Yuuichirou hungry for more. With each desperate peck on the lips they shared, the more they craved each other. But even though Mikaela refused to admit it, he was direly longing for more.

It was getting hot and heavy. Mikaela’s shirt was beginning to get stuck to his chest, and though he desperately wanted it off he knew it wouldn’t help the situation. After all, he was the one who made the rule about no sexual activities.

But now here he was - kissing Yuuichirou and barely able to hold himself back. Each time he tried to pull away his body acted on it’s own he found himself leaning in for another kiss.

Their lips locked perfectly, almost like a puzzle, and each time their lips met it was as if there was a spark - something deadly that put both of them on edge. Mikaela only continued to get riled up because of the rough smell of cologne and cigarettes which drifted into his nose. He couldn’t take it, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back any longer-

“No, no wait,” Mikaela put a hand on Yuuichirou’s chest, breathing heavily, lips slightly swollen. Yuuichirou only looks down at him with confusion, but Mikaela continues. “We need to study.”

Yuuichirou groaned loudly. “You’re still on about that?”

“Yes.”

“But why?”

“Because… because…”

Something finally clicked inside of Yuuichirou, and before Mikaela could protest Yuuichirou got up and took a couple steps away. He ran his hands down his decorated arms before extending them to both sides, turning around and walking backwards. Mikaela couldn’t help but to stare at how tight Yuuichirou’s pants were. Oh, he was so guilty and too far gone for his own good.

“If it’s what you really want, then studyin’ I shall do,” Yuuichirou said with a cocky grin. “I’ll just go over here and-”

“Wait.” Desperation leaked through Mikaela’s voice, and after taking a shaky breath Mikaela opened his arms and motioned for Yuuichirou to come closer. “C-Come back…”

Yuuichirou grinned, finding it incredibly easy to get what he wants. 

"I knew studying was gonna get boring to you." He said cockily. Mikaela swats him upside the head.

"O-Only because you never want to do any of it since you're such a lazy piece of work..."

"What can I say?" He chuckles, squeezing Mikaela's plump thighs before traveling to his rear. "You're so damn gorgeous baby, I get distracted."

"You should remind yourself I'm not the topic we're studying." Mikaela sassed. A deep chuckle rumbles from Yuuichirou's chest when he seals their lips together.

It's night time. Lights coming from the street lamps and the windows from the neighboring houses outside Mikaela's home.

Books and binders were strewn across the floor. Backpacks unzipped, focusing on schoolwork was long discarded and left to pay minimal amount of attention towards.

Instead, music turned on decent volume played from the speakers. May have been the reason for the dog that barked once or twice outside.

Mikaela pants, tongues swirling in an erotic dance crawling closer to settle in Yuuichirou's lap. He pushed his hips up, desperate to feel more of Yuuichirou's radiating warmth, fingers carding through Yuuichirou's messy hair.

"W-Wait-" Mikaela breathed, wanting to part, Yuuichirou refused. Chasing after Mikaela's lips followed by the strand of saliva connecting them to slide a hand around Mikaela's waist to mold him even closer, tilting his head to resume the kiss. The incandescence overwhelming.

"Yuu-chan-" Mikaela whines, "I-I can't." He couldn't keep up, though it was far too good. He would've liked to stop to take a breather.

His grip on Yuuichirou's hair tightens, urging the other to part. Yuuichirou focused on entrapping Mikaela with their sensual lip locking as much as possible.

"What is it?" He asked, breathless as well. Not nearly as Mikaela was, mixed heavy breathing mingled in with one another.

"W-We don't have much time..." Mikaela states nervously, "I just remembered my mom will be coming home soon."

Krul wasn’t very welcoming of Yuuichirou’s presence. Yuuichirou on the other hand, opted for being polite towards Mikaela’s only guardian - but she was aware of his reputation. Going as far as to chase him out of Mikaela’s house with a broom after finding the two together, Mikaela having let Yuuichirou sneak in.

"How much time do we have?" Yuuichirou husked, hands slipping up Mikaela's tank. Damp with building sweat due to rising temperature, the fan in Mikaela's bedroom barely did a satisfying performance. Disappointingly.

"We have about an hour or so before you have to go." Mikaela whispers, "We can't take too long.."

Yuuichirou clicked his tongue, met with the unfortunate news, "One hour's enough to me, kitten." He protests, "Besides," He breathes heavy in Mikaela's ear.

"We're just startin' to have some fun."

"Y-You say that but you're such a f-fucking tease..." Mikaela scolded lightly, a bit of playfulness underlining his voice and causing his cheeks to puff up with a smile. However when Yuuichirou rolled his hips Mikaela smile fell and his mouth fell open. 

"A 'fucking tease,' huh?" Yuuichirou asked as his tongue glided over his lips. "If I didn't know any better I'd say I was dirtying my precious little angel."

"T-The only thing that's gonna be dirty is y-your face when your 'a-angel' shoves it into your backpack."

"Dirty talk, love it," Yuuichirou purred.

"Y-You're only proving my point even more-!" Mikaela gasped, eyes squeezing shut when Yuuichirou slipped his fingers under the hem of his shorts. "Y-You're a tease! The worst kind!" 

"I guess I should stop then, shouldn't I babe?" Yuuichirou asked, pulling away and getting up to flick the lights off.

The only light in the room now was coming from the sharp white lights which hung on Mikaela's wall. The bright color danced on Mikaela's face and swirled with his illuminated sapphire orbs which held excitement as Yuuichirou sauntered forward.

With a grin on his face, Yuuichirou reached for the bottom of his shirt before lifting it up. Chest now bare he threw it to the ground, sexily tilting his head as he grinned.

"I guess we should get to it, lovely."

Mikaela crawled further up the mattress, eyebrows knotted with impatience. 

He supposed Yuuichirou was just saying that to be a tease.

"We don't have the time to mess around." He warned. Biting his lip silently ogling at his boyfriend's revealing abdominal muscles. Yuuichirou settled on the mattress, slowly crawling towards Mikaela to continue where they've left off.

"But I can't really help it if all I wanna do is just that." Yuuichirou teased. Mikaela startles in surprise when his tank is shucked upwards, in return - smooth porcelain skin his revealed with every inch exposed. Mikaela’s suspicious were correct.

Yuuichirou catches Mikaela's bottom lip between his teeth, catching the other by surprise when his fingers inched towards his hardening nipples in response to the nippy air in their surroundings. 

Mikaela arches instantly at the first light tug. Pleased by his reaction, Yuuichirou flicked and swipe his thumb over, rolling the rose bud with his thumb and index finger - Mikaela whimpers at the attrition.

"Y-You're so persistent...!" He grits, mouth hanging open when Yuuichirou pulls. They were fully hardened, Yuuichirou's ministrations causing Mikaela's head to start spinning.

He opted for reaching for Yuuichirou's pants, only to be stopped by Yuuichirou swatting his hand off.

"Who said I was done?" Yuuichirou leaned forward to be at level with Mikaela's chest. Mikaela clicked his tongue.

"W-With how slow you're going you will be done..."

Yuuichirou's hands rest at the hem of Mikaela's shorts, tugging downwards - doing just as Mikaela pleased.

"Let me take just a little bit more time admirin' how gorgeous you are." Yuuichirou rasps, taking a nipple into his mouth.

Mikaela swallowed nervously, heart hammering against his chest as he attempted to swallow the lump in his throat. The blonde's tongue glided over his lips, a faint taste of strawberry on his lips because of the strawberry chapstick he had applied before his and Yuuichirou's studying session.

"But I'm not," Mikaela whined, breath becoming heavy – the moans and whimpers which poured from his mouth getting lost in the the music which surrounded both boys and put them in a trance.

"Oh, babe, if you only knew," breathed out Yuuichirou with another flick of his tongue. "You're so beautiful you don't even know."

The hand which Yuuichirou raised, now resting on Mikaela's hip tightened into a firm grip. Something rolled off Yuuichirou, lust mixed with another emotion, and it made Mikaela's eyes flick down to Yuuichirou.

"The stares you get because of your gorgeous body makes me wanna kick half the school's asses. How they lick their lips, thinking they're so sly," Yuuichirou spoke with edge, tongue still swirling. "Little do they know you have a boyfriend who loves every inch of you."

"Y-You," stuttered Mikaela, "y-you're my boyfriend– God, I wouldn't want anyone else!" He said in a raised voice, bliss washing over his body.

"Fuck, Mikaela," Yuuichirou attempted to regain his falling composure. "You don't know what you do to me. You're so fucking perfect. So fucking amazing."

"Flattery will get you nowhere!" Mikaela exclaimed, hips suddenly moving up in correspondence with the hard bass. "N-Now stop being so dirty-!"

"It's only going to get dirtier..." Yuuichirou growled under his breath, going down.

Mikaela's breath hitched with anticipation, squirming when Yuuichirou slowly removed his shorts. Mikaela lifted his hips, allowing Yuuichirou to take off his briefs included. 

"God," Yuuichirou laughs breathily, "If everyone knew of what we do, if everyone knew about the things I do to you, how I get to see you lookin' so breathtaking like this..."

He runs his hands up Mikaela's bare thighs, blossoming red in response to Yuuichirou's warm, tanned and sturdy hands.

"Something tells me Yuu-chan wants to tell everyone how he makes me feel..." Mikaela murmurs stubbornly, Yuuichirou smirks - knowing Mikaela was right. How desperately he wanted to.

"Spread your legs for me, baby." Yuuichirou orders, his tone dripped lovingly with libidinous lust. Mikaela obliges with vehemence, presenting his avidity obscenely but his restlessness was quite clear from the beginning.

His cheeks flushed when Yuuichirou licked his lips, and he shifts nervously. Mikaela's cock leaking with precum, eager for attention, growing hard against his abdomen.

"D-Don't just stare, dummy." Mikaela bites, agitated. He cried out when Yuuichirou's mouth enveloped him whole, the lack of response replaced with something wet and feverous.  

Lifting Mikaela's leg over his shoulders, Yuuichirou hollowed his cheek, easily taking Mikaela's length into his mouth groaning in satisfaction at the taste.

Mikaela threw his head back, Yuuichirou's hips keeping him steady - to keep from thrashing too much, a hand interlaced with Yuuichirou's while another grasped his hair - heaving and pulling without mercy.  The innervation heavenly, rapturous - the humming sending vibrations that wracked through Mikaela's body sending him in ecstasy.  

Yuuichirou couldn't stop himself from bobbing his head, glimmering eyes filled with rascality hidden under his lids. The moans which escaped Yuuichirou's mouth ran throughout Mikaela, and though the blonde attempted to keep his lips sealed with effort in order to prevent lecherous noises from pouring out of his mouth - he no longer could. 

The way Yuuichirou was taking him in as deep as he could - the way Yuuichirou's hips were shamelessly going down on the mattress as if Mikaela were there. The blonde felt as if he was going mad with lust.

He wanted more and more. Mikaela wanted to feel Yuuichirou for days because of the fire which burned inside of him. He was desperate, he knew that. But hey, the clock was ticking down.

Mikaela just didn't want Yuuichirou to escape through his fingers, just like the last time.

"Yuu-chan... Yuu-chan, please!" Mikaela begged, voice salacious. "A-Ah, it feels so good..."

Mikaela's head was spinning and Yuuichirou was smirking. After all, he knew just what to do to get Mikaela to turn to mush.

"Yes..?" Asked Yuuichirou, pulling away with a pop. His rosy lips took the head of Mikaela's dick into his mouth teasingly as he stared up at Mikaela with the most innocent face. Quite inappropriate for the situation, in Mikaela's opinion.

"More," Mikaela begged, voice cracking. It felt as if his body was melting under the lights in the room as he stared at Yuuichirou with captivating.

Yuuichirou could tell from Mikaela's face alone, wanton and impetuous - that it was time. Mikaela needed him. And he wasn't doing any better with his situation, rushing to slip out of his pants - unbuckling his belt to pull down his denims. He opted for removing it completely. 

"Hurry!" Mikaela pleads, fingers creeping below to reach for his puckered hole. Yuuichirou cursed, relieved to have his cock spring free from its confinements and that was enough, as much as he wanted to sink deep within Mikaela's barriers - he wanted to make sure his lover was prepared first as well.

He moved Mikaela's fingers away, complying with inserting his own coated with saliva. He groaned at how tight Mikaela's walls were, instantly clenching around his finger.

"Yuu-chan, fuck." Mikaela hissed, "I need you." He arches, shifting to grind further back on Yuuichirou's finger. In reply, Yuuichirou adds another, hooking and twisting his wrist. The bass of the music mingled in with the squelching noises.

Mikaela whines, "I can take it, Yuu-chan, please. Take me already, will you?”

From those words alone Yuuichirou's cock twitched. Drinking in the sight of his boyfriend under him, heinous - eyes turning a darker shade of cerulean blue.

"You ready for me, baby?" Yuuichirou asked. Mikaela nods without much thought, when Yuuichirou pulled his fingers out - the urge to be filled skyrocketed.

Mikaela's lips were parted, his mouth hanging low and dry from his inability to stop moaning. Yuuichirou's name was tattooed on his tongue, and the blonde as unable to say anything but it as his boyfriend aligned himself with his entrance. 

"Yes, yes. Yuu-chan," Mikaela whimpered, his toes curling when Yuuichirou moved forward, tip slipping into his hole. "Yuu-chan, Yuu-chan."

"Fuck, baby, you're driving me insane."

"No, you are..." Mikaela gasped when Yuuichirou's hips snapped forward, his cock buried deep inside of him and sending him into a trance. "A-Ah! Yuuichirou, please."

"You're still so damn tight," said Yuuichirou with a grunt, allowing his lover to adjust.

Mikaela, breathless with sin on his lips, held onto the blankets beneath him firmly. "Yuu-chan, you feel so good," He whined with a mewl. "You're cock is filling me up– oh fuck."

As tears filled Mikaela's eyes Yuuichirou leaned down, nipping at his bottom lip before kissing him passionately.

Their lips meld together fierce and audacious. Yuuichirou groans out, fully sheathed in Mikaela. Lifting his knees, tightening the grip he had on Mikaela's thighs. 

"You don't know how badly I've been waiting for this moment." Yuuichirou rasps, "Being inside of you baby." He pours out with indignation, propelling forward.

Mikaela gasps, clinging to Yuuichirou the resentment in his words coaxed him into scrambling for leverage. The mattress creaked beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall with every propulsion.

"Fill me up Yuu-chan!" Mikaela demands, "And don't stop!"

"Ah! Fuck!" Yuuichirou cried out, heavy exertion welled up in him with Mikaela's encouraging order, "You're enjoying this so much already that you were hoping for this, weren't you?"

A thrust to the prostate causes Mikaela to keen shamelessly, eyes glazed.

"Yuu-chan!"

Heaving Mikaela's hips higher off the mattress, Yuuichirou pushed forward, cock driving in a new angle. The transition directly at Mikaela's prostate.

Yuuichirou grated his teeth together, eyes fluttering shut - but he couldn't afford to miss the way Mikaela's face twisted into pleasure beautifully, writhing underneath him. Yuuichirou lifted Mikaela's legs further up his shoulders, bent over to be at level with Mikaela's face.

"Mika," He grunts, "Shit, baby, you're so amazing taking me in..."

Mikaela's hitching gasps increase with Yuuichirou's vastly uncoordinated movements. An eye shuts, Mikaela's whining high in his throat - Yuuichirou's name spilling from his lips like a mantra.

Mikaela began nodding furiously. "I-I've been wanting this for so long!" He cried out, a little bit of drool running down his chin due to their sloppy, desperate kisses. His lips were full, swollen, as he cried out with billowy passion. 

"P-Please! Please!" Said Mikaela with impetuosity, his voice cracking as Yuuichirou continued to hit his sweet spot. Pale hands flew up as he held onto Yuuichirou with grit, pink nails digging into his skin and causing the raven to growl.

"You're so gorgeous like this," Yuuichirou breathed out in a raspy voice, pure carnal hunger dripping through his voice. "Shit."

"Don't stop, don't stop!"

"I'm right here, baby, I'm right here," Yuuichirou cooed, leaning down to capture Mikaela's lips. "I'm. So. Proud. Of you." He punctuated each word with every sharp thrust.

His cock slid out of Mikaela with ease, the slapping it made against the blonde's ass making Mikaela's head spin. The bed creaked, but it was hard to hear through the loud music.

The overwhelming, passionate sensation which overtook Mikaela's body caused him to cry out though – knowing he was near his climax.

Yuuichirou nearing as well, he draws out staggered breaths immersed by Mikaela's absolute bliss written all over his expression.

He slowly begun to lose every ounce of control he had, unable to hold back. His balls repeatedly slapped against Mikaela's ass burying his cock to the hilt vehemently.

"I'm gonna-!" Yuuichirou intervened with a brittle shout, Mikaela cries out, constricting tightly around Yuuichirou - trapping him with his hips and molding him closer - sweat slicked bodies merging.

"Yes, do it, Yuu-chan!" Mikaela sobbed, his wheedling didn't fail to make Yuuichirou fuck Mikaela with everything he's got, intensity coiling in his stomach. "Cum inside me!"

Succeeding, Yuuichirou cums inside Mikaela with prevailing temptation with a rambunctious groan. Mikaela wails, Yuuichirou's cum coating his tight walls in heavy spurts, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He climaxes the same time Yuuichirou had, ribbons of cum decorating their stomachs. Yuuichirou's thrusts stuttering out of time, leisurely dwindling.  

They lie there, Yuuichirou pulling out, having Mikaela whimper, squirming at the feeling of Yuuichirou's cum seeping out of his drenched hole. Pooling onto the mattress.

Mikaela struggled to catch his breath, almost gasping for air as he rode out the wave which shook his body. 

His cheeks were flushed, bright pink, and his eyes were low and hazy – resulting in him turning to the side to look at Yuuichirou.

"I feel dirty," Mikaela whined, dragging his words out.

Yuuichirou blinked a few times, taking in how adorable Mikaela looked with his hair messed up and tangled – his perfect body still visible and for his eyes only.

"Then let's clean up-"

"No!" Mikaela cut in almost too quickly. "P-Please, i just want to..."

Yuuichirou's eyebrows furrowed when Mikaela trailed off, suddenly blinking in confusion when the blonde moved forward and got into his arms. It took a moment for Yuuichirou to realize Mikaela was cuddling him, but he soon wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and kissed the top of him lovingly.

"Thank you, Yuu-chan..." Mikaela mumbled, eyelids dropping.

"For what, kitten?" Yuuichirou asked with a gentle voice.

"Taking care of me..."

Despite them currently being in a messy state, mattress stained and would need lots of washing, Yuuichirou was content with resting to wear off their exhaustion. 

"'S no problem." He hummed.

He smiles a little when Mikaela does warmly, pecking his lover on the lips. Mikaela snuggling closer to him.

It wasn't until several minutes later there was a knock on the door. Eyes snapping open, the two of them startle - heads whipping to the doorway.

Both of them swear loudly. Unfortunately, now was a real race to beat the clock. And if Yuuichirou didn't leave through the window in the new few minutes, Mikaela guaranteed that they were both fucked.

Scrambling for their clothes was an unnerving experience, miraculously they’ve managed to get changed before Mikaela had to open the window. Yuuichirou stuffing the little belongings he had brought with him in his backpack.

“Get the fuck out already.” Mikaela urges, gesticulating towards the window. There’s a sound of a door opening faintly downstairs, and Mikaela laughs, registering the hilarity in watching the panic rising on Yuuichirou’s face.

“Alright already!” Yuuichirou hisses. He didn’t even bother to put his belt through the loops and zip up his pants, slinging his backpack over one shoulder.

“I’ll throw you out myself if you don’t leave.” Mikaela threatened. Yuuichirou approached him.

“One more kiss.”

Not allowing Mikaela to comply, Yuuichirou boldly leans down to kiss him instead. Mikaela framed Yuuichirou’s cheeks, lips connecting briefly, the kiss leisurely lasting for several seconds - that was until Mikaela placed his hands on Yuuichirou’s chest, turning them around to push Yuuichirou closer to the window.

“Get out.” Mikaela demands.

“I’ll see you at school?” Yuuichirou smiled, “Also, not really sorry for ruining your bedsheets.”

“Fuck off.” Mikaela flips the bird with both hands. He returns the smile.

“God, I love it when you do that.” Yuuichirou says.

“Goodbye , Yuu-chan.” Mikaela said sternly. With that, Yuuichirou winks, climbing through the window and disappearing into the night. Mikaela bit his lip to hide the growing smile forming on his lips, hands resting at the ledge to watch Yuuichirou go.

He leaves the window open when he hurries downstairs to greet his mother.