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It’s difficult to not have any interaction with Yamada.
Not when they go to the same school.
Not when they are in the same group.
Not when there is Summary of Johnny’s World and their own Tour.
He really doesn’t have a problem with him.
But the problem is every time Yuto sees Yamada he just wants to tell him how much he loves him.
Yuto stops himself for a second.
Love?
Would that be too strong a word to use?
Did I just realise I love Yamada?
Yuto shakes his head.
He has always loved Yamada.
The moment he saw Yamada at the initial junior Ya-Ya-Yah competition, the gut feeling he had told him that’s the person to be for the rest of his life.
The young boy with chubby cheeks and a haircut that looks a bit like a chestnut (the shape and the colour).
He makes a grunting noise before turning his head to look out of the window.
Yamada curls up next to him with his jacket on and a blanket over his lap. Yuto pulls the blanket further over Yamada’s shoulder in case he feels the breeze from the window as they drive towards Shizuoka.
“Thank you Yuto.” Yamada’s smiles, his eyelid half close. “Are we close?”
“Don’t think so.” Yuto laughs. They have only set off about forty five minutes ago.
“What are you thinking about?”
You.
“Nothing much.” Yuto says, hoping Yamada doesn’t see his face turning red. Yamada raises an eyebrow at him. “The amount of homework in my bag.”
“Don’t remind me.” Yamada sighs. “Do you think Chinen will let me copy his?”
“I heard that.” Yabu says from the back. Both Yuto and Yamada smile at each other and stick their tongues out.
Yamada’s threads his arm through Yuto’s when he is distracted, and tries to grab Yuto’s hand but he misses, in his half asleep state.
Their fingers graze, and Yuto is pretty sure he feels an electric pulse from his fingertips all the way through his body.
Both of them jump apart and look at each other.
“You okay?” Yuto recovers first and asks.
“Yeah just...” Yamada’s tries again and holds their hand together.
Nothing.
“You should sleep too.” Yamada says. “You’re going to tire yourself out thinking.”
“Maybe.” Yuto says. Yamada rests his head against Yuto’s bare shoulder, but jumps away very quickly again. Yuto freezes on the spot. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re all bones.” Yamada says the first thing that comes to his head.
“I thought you knew that already.” Yuto answers.
“I got... I am... Shocked... I think...?” Yamada stutters, and rests his head back onto Yuto’s upper arm, where there is more muscles. Yuto rests his head on top of Yamada’s. “Don’t squash my hair style.”
“It’ll be messed up when we get to Shizuoka anyway.” Yuto says, rubbing his face all over his hair.
No way I am going to tell Yuto I feel a spark when we touch.