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Honestly, Senku was just going to have a quiet beer and enjoy the fact that the session was coming to an end. It had been a lousy day. In fact, the whole week had been lousy. The sun hadn't looked out from behind the clouds in a fucking month... There weren't enough vitamin D capsules in the world to restore Senku's sagging mood.

No, he didn't care about the sun itself, but the dense cloud cover made it impossible to see other, more interesting stars at night, and that was sad. No telescopes. No homemade rockets.

Just fucking clouds.

And so Senku wanted to at least just sit at the bar and drink a dark (like his soul, like a starless night, like the depths of space) beer alone.

Alone.

He had his reasons. First of all, he was very tired. Well, you know, a young graduate student teacher had as much workload as a student. Especially if this same graduate student decided to get another master's degree in parallel, and now he had to not only take exams, but also to pass them again himself. And secondly, he-

There was a new wave of clinking glasses on the table tops, explosive laughter and falling chairs.

Uh-huh.

What Senku hadn't realized was that he wasn't the only one who finished with the exams, and that all the bars in the city were crawling with students.

Just like the cozy, quiet diner where he'd decided to hang out today. And yesterday. And last week. Senku hung out here all the fucking time and everything was fine, so what the hell happened today?

Okay, the students were sitting pretty far away from Senku, and there were only a couple familiar faces among them. And those weren't his students, so that was something to be okay with. There were about a dozen young and drunk people, all sitting in one rowdy group, and frankly, it was quite amusing to watch them from the sidelines. Hilarious, of course, but entertaining nonetheless. They were playing some sort of elaborate drinking game, akin to the unholy love affair between Bottle and Truth or Dare, and they were constantly, permanently doing all sorts of stupid fun stuff.

So far, Senku has managed to listen to one of the most impressively vulgar songs he has ever heard (which he will definitely tell Ryusui about if necessary to make his friend laugh), and watch how one of the guys flirted completely unsuccessfully with a pretty barmaid who just humiliated the poor guy, watched about half a very inexperienced and very pathetic striptease (the barmaid put an end to this outrage), solved a few simple tricks that were idiotic, but still looked entertaining because of the skill and ringing laughter of their performer, and he had to dodge one of these jerks who tried to walk around the bar on his hands.

The place wasn't exactly peaceful, and the drunken students were clearly disturbing some of the regulars (including Senku), but they were buying so many drinks that the bartender hadn't dared to kick them out yet. They were bright, noisy, and distracting, but... okay, one couldn't help but admit that they were entertaining. If Senku wanted to relieve his tired brain, the act of watching idiots in their natural habitat worked just fine, and so he continued to sit in the dark corner with his second-to-last huge mug of ale, and watched them, hiding a smile behind his usual mask of unimpressed and angry sternness.

The game continued.

The line went to a tall, blond man with a haughty look, half of his face covered by a dark mask - whether he'd been playing at being mysterious all night, or whether he was contagious in some way Senku never realized. He uncorked the bottle and squinted evilly when the neck pointed at the guy with the stupid two-colored head, the one who'd sung an obscene song and then performed tricks. Senku remembered him because he was the brightest. And the noisiest.

“Hyoga”, one of the girls at the table hissed warningly. “Give something normal”.

The masked guy - Hyoga, Senku remembered - waved her off dismissively, looking at the victim of the pointing bottle. - “Gen”, he purred languorously in a voice velvety with malice. “I challenge you... to flirt with Professor Snyder on the retake tomorrow," all the other students gasped in horror, recoiling as if they'd heard something unimaginably creepy. Senku blinked. Like... what? In their minds, flirting with the professor was worse than anything they'd conjured up for each other before?

Yeah, and he knew Snyder. He's a good guy. He's a bit of a jerk, but try living under the same roof as Professor Wingfield....

Senku had tried it once in high school, when he lived with that strange family in the States on an exchange program, and he almost went crazy too. But it was very fruitful. It gave him some useful connections. And actually-

The two-colored magician - obviously Gen - set his mug on the table with a loud clatter. “No.”

Hyoga's eyebrows went up in feigned surprise. “No? Are you too shy, Asagiri?” He pronounced the word (apparently Gen's last name) as insultingly as possible. The two didn't seem to get along. Senku could pride himself on his incredibly keen powers of observation.

“One of the main rules of the game is no irreversible consequences," Gen (apparently Asagiri) objected. “And the fact that, after my flirtation, Professor Snyder will obviously expect me to give in and give it to him next semester is very much an irreversible consequence, Akatsuki.”

This Hyoga, who seemed like a rather unpleasant type to Senku, looked like he wanted to object, but all the students looked at him so judgmentally that he eventually gave up. “Alright, alright," he tsked, waving his hand nervously again. “I withdraw my challenge. Instead, I suggest you..." he looked around the barroom thoughtfully, and after a moment he squinted again, this time as if even more viciously. “Go sit on that dude's lap over there," he pointed directly at Senku.

What the fuck?

Senku froze with his mug of ale halfway to his mouth. All the students burst into indignant objections, including things like "we promised we wouldn't disturb visitors," "that's really not cool," and "that guy seems creepy."

Good point, by the way. Senku immediately put on an even more unpleasant face, frowned to the extreme, and pressed his lips together. Great. He's definitely creepy now.

Gen, however, said nothing. He was obviously thinking, assessing all the risks, maybe deciding to run away, who knows? Finally, he took one big gulp, emptied his mug, carefully placed it on the table and in the short pause between the mutual accusations within their groggy flock, he gave out a light but weighty: "Fine.”

“What?" said the girl who had been trying to warn Hyoga not to do something stupid.

“I'll do it," Gen smiled, straightening up elegantly with a slap of his palm on the tabletop and leaping off the high bar stool.

Senku felt like a hunted rabbit being chased by a wolf when this two-colored guy with songs and tricks turned abruptly and headed straight for him without any hesitation. It turned out that the guy was tall - at least a little taller than Senku - with startlingly blue eyes and an open, friendly expression on a very pretty face. Not unpleasant at all. He was wearing a brightly colored and, to Senku's eyes, rather ridiculous outfit made up of a bunch of layers - a turtleneck, a vest, and a huge lilac cardigan - but it all seemed out of place-organic on him.

The guy stopped next to Senku's table, giving him a soft, charming smile. “So," he chirped cheerfully. “I don't know if you heard any of my friends and I talking from your corner, but I've just been assigned to sit on your lap. Yeah, I know it's not very proper, but, you know, all this drinking game... Will you let me be a little intrusive? I'll buy you a drink as moral compensation.

"

“I have drinks," Senku arched an eyebrow, pointing to his half-empty mug of ale. He should have refused and sent that guy away, but....

Well, he seemed nice, and Senku didn't like this Hyoga so much enough to make him want to play along with his opponent in a stupid drinking game.

Senku silently pushed his chair back so that it rested against the wall, leaving just enough space between him and the tabletop for Gen to sit on his lap. He smiled thinly, pointing to the space he had vacated, and arched an inviting eyebrow.

Gen beamed. “Awesome! Thanks!” He grinned broadly and plopped down on Senku's feet, his back to the table where his friends were sitting. He was surprisingly heavy-apparently his fancy oversize clothes made him visually much more frail than he really was, hiding some real muscle-but not so much that he was going to be a tangible problem anytime soon. Senku gently placed a hand on his belt, just to make sure Gen didn't accidentally slip off his feet, and Gen didn't object. A few of the students in his pack were heard to gasp in exasperation, and out of the corner of his eye, Senku noticed them all staring at each other and actively whispering about something.

Huh. Just like that, he was part of the stupid game.

“So!” Gen smiled happily, "Since that's the case, I'd like to give Hyoga a good scare if I can. I'd like Minami to finally slap him in the face, if only for that. Do you mind if I stay here a little longer? I'm afraid I'll interrupt your nice quiet musings, but I've been told that I'm actually quite a funny person, so...

“Oh really?" Senku arched an eyebrow skeptically. Gen actually snorted amusedly with laughter.

“What blatant disbelief! I could sing to you if you want. I'm good at parodying voices. Oh, and I can do a few tricks, too!”

“I've heard you sing before," Senku grinned. “And I've figured out all your tricks.”

“Oh!" the sudden guest of his lap flapped his absurdly long eyelashes. “You've been here all this time? Ha, somehow it's even a little awkward...” he squirmed slightly, clearly getting comfortable. Senku very carefully didn't react to that. “So, what do you think? What did you think of my performance? I demand a review of at least three words!”

Senku hummed thoughtfully, considering all the possible answers. “You have a large vocabulary," he finally said, a little surprised at the teasing tone in his voice.

Gen laughed, bright and ringing. “I suppose he did," he agreed. “I'm very proud of it, by the way.”

“Well, a couple dozen sophisticated euphemisms for penis is certainly something to be proud of," Senku grinned.

“Obviously, it's good that you realize that," Gen continued nonchalantly, "All right, then. What else can I do for you... Do you want me to chat with you like Lillian Weinberg?”

Senku clarified skeptically. “Like Lillian Weinberg? The one?”

Cornflower eyes sparkled with primal mirth, Gen pressed his fingers to his throat, and Senku was truly stunned. “Just like that Lillian Weinberg!” The voice of the famous singer was indeed coming out of the mouth of the funny kid with the two-colored head. Completely unexpected for Senku. Apparently so unexpected that it was reflected on his face, and Gen laughed again, first a high female laugh, and then his own, bell-like and rolling. “Ha, you should have seen yourself! Well, does it look like it?”

“Very much like it," Senku had to admit. “What are you, an actor? Are you studying acting?”

“No, I'm a psychologist," he tilted his head sideways amusedly, and Senku watched as a long white strand of his bangs slid down his graceful neck. He desperately wanted to tuck that naughty strand away, tuck it behind his small ear, but Senku managed to hold back his strange impulses. “Minami-chan from journalism, Nikki-chan and Ukyo-chan from linguistics," he turned around and began delicately pointing his finger at the people he was calling by name, "Hyoga the jerk from history....”

“I see," Senku snorted. “Humanities, then. I've been to your building a couple times, so I guess that's why some of your group looked familiar to me.”

“And you're a technician, are you?” Gen squinted. “Well, I bet you're a physicist. Hmm... Or a chemist? Judging by the gorgeous coloring," he chuckled.

“And a physicist, and a chemist, and even a bit of a biologist. But definitely not a humanities major.”

“Are you using that word as an insult?”

“Well, no?” Senku snorted. “I just think you're stupid.”

“And you're insolent," Gen purred, not at all offended. “That's interesting. Let's say. Did my face look familiar to you?”

“No. I suppose I'd remember you.”

“Do you think I'm that irresistible?” he chuckled coquettishly again, squinting softly and somehow especially feline.

Senku arched an eyebrow. “No. You're just really annoying.”

“Oh, come on, don't be mean!” Gen exclaimed pretend-annoyance and clapped Senku on the shoulder. He did. On the shoulder. With the palm of his hand. Honestly, it surprised Senku so much that he didn't even try to stop it. You see, just like that, random people never touched Senku like he was their friend. A harmless comrade. No.

Senku had sharp facial features, a perpetual sternly angry expression, eyes a very strange shade of red, hair that sometimes stuck out at inexplicable angles, and a white lab coat as part of his daily attire. He seemed crazy to people, if not to say fucked up. In a bad, aggressive way.

And he certainly didn't give the impression of a friendly guy you could just walk up to and slap him on the shoulder.

But Gen clearly didn't see him as intimidating. Or creepy. Or anything else.

It was strangely touching.

For the first time since Senku had been hanging around bars in his independent solitude, he seemed to really want to have a conversation with someone, and he tried desperately to think of something to say other than "Why aren't you afraid of me?" but nothing came to mind. How do people even socialize with strangers? How do they form friendships after twenty? Fuck.

“Uh... well... did Hyoga make you come here?” he said something ridiculous.

But it was as if Gen didn't notice his effort. He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! You know him? An annoying fellow, wouldn't you say? I'm telling you, Hyoga Akatsuki is a total asshole," he said. “An arrogant bozo. A ranting bastard. A self-important, talentless wretch with brawn instead of brains.”

Senku snorted quietly, amused despite Gen's obviously righteous anger. “I don't think you've insulted him enough," he stretched out teasingly.

Gen, on the other hand, pouted his lips just as Ryusui did upon hearing a similar accusation of not humiliating an annoying object enough, which was just adorable. And adorable. “Why not? I'm not done yet! He's a vile ferret and a slant-eyed braggart, a whore, a hustler, a cheapskate, a stone-hearted whore, and a backstabbing mutt....”

Senku suppressed a laugh, taking a sip of his ale. “You don't seem to like him.”

“I despise him. He's a pompous ass, and he thinks it's okay to settle things by force, pressure, and blackmail. You know, he's the kind of guy who justifies discrimination and bullying by the laws of evolution. It's disgusting. I've stepped in a few times, defended some of the weaker kids against him. He's also dating my best friend, and he's hurting her. But he tries to be nice to me. And then there's this! He tried to buy me, you know? My friendship! Because I'm friends with Tsukasa-chan, and that freak needed to gain his trust and access to the gyms of our gymnasts, by the way, you know Tsukasa, is he from the gym? No? Well, anyway, Tsukasa-chan's not an idiot, and-“

Senku took another sip of his ale, and then, when Gen went into near cosmic broadcasting speed, gesticulating wildly and nearly falling off his lap, pulled him back by the waist, a little closer. Gen didn't object to the slightly more intimate contact. More than that, he seemed to be delighted.

In fact, he was so delighted that he snatched the mug out of Senku's hands and took a large sip of his beer, ruddy-eyed and gleaming.

The audacity of it made Senku blink in surprise. He couldn't even remember the last time anyone but his closest friends had dared to steal any of his food from him. Or drinks. Once, in the dorm, to prevent neighborly theft, Senku had told his roommate Chrom that one of his sandwiches had cyanide stashed in it, and no one had taken anything from him since. Ever. Gen, on the other hand, didn't even seem to notice that he had done so, he simply grabbed his beer, took a sip, licked his lips, and without hesitation returned the mug back to Senku's hand as he continued to rant about all of Hyoga Akatsuki's personality flaws.

Senku cast his gaze once again to the table from where Gen had come to him.

It seemed that the strange game that had caused the bar to make so much noise had been paused. The students had quieted down, discussing something in an angry muffled murmur, occasionally pointing a finger at him, Senku, or Hyoga. With a little more concentration, Senku could hear one of the girls, one of the girls Gen seemed to call Minami, insisting that since Hyoga was the one who'd made the damn challenge, he should be the one to go rescue Gen from "the clutches of that creepy guy".

“Look, I think he's going to come over here," Senku whispered, interrupting Gen's tirade.

“What a bastard, now he wants to interrupt the most interesting meeting I've had in months?” Gen snorted, "Listen, could you scare him off with that... uh... you know, intimidating look of yours?”

Senku arched an eyebrow. “That look didn't seem to work on you.”

“Yeah, but you've already accused me of being stupid, so I understand," Gen grinned, "So? No, if you want, I'll leave right now, it's just that we seem to be having a great conversation, and, well...''

Senku hesitated for a moment. On the one hand, he originally wanted to have a beer alone. On the other hand, when else would he get to feel the pleasant weight of someone else's body on his lap like this? Besides, this Gen was funny, and cute, and... did he seem to like Senku? It was nice to feel someone's targeted sympathy. Well. The choice is obvious. Senku gave a slight shrug and smirked. “It's a deal," he winked at Gen and wrapped his arms around his waist a little tighter, pulling him even closer to him, as if they hadn't been talking nonsense, but at least flirting. Gen nuzzled Senku's neck, one arm around his shoulders, running his fingers weightlessly through the hair at the back of his neck.

Senku barely suppressed a pleasant shiver. It had been a long time since anyone had touched him there. Such a small playful action felt frighteningly intimate, but it didn't bother him - on the contrary, he suddenly wanted to prolong the fleeting moment, to go deeper into it, to dive into this unexpected attraction....

Gen smelled so good. Something spicy, lavender, chamomile, and a little beer, Senku didn't know much about aromas, but the smell of Gen smelled like happiness, like a bright sunny day, like a warm sunset evening, like a clear starry sky in the distant countryside... It was so appropriate now, when the sun had not been seen over Tokyo for more than a month. Gen seemed like a glimmer of life in this vast and impenetrable cloud.

Senku couldn't help but nuzzle his nose into his swirling and funny black and white hair, which was surprisingly soft, like silk fluff. Gen mumbled approvingly, playfully winding a lock of Senku's hair around his finger.

“Ahem," Senku looked up to see that Hyoga had already materialized next to them. He looked cocky and ready for a scandal, and Senku threw his trademark fierce glare at him. Gen snorted, however, and buried his face in Senku's neck to muffle his laughter. After a moment, apparently gathering his courage, he pressed his lips to his throat, leaving a light, almost weightless kiss on the thin, sensitive skin.

Oh, fuck.

Senku had to work hard not to give away his reaction to this small but very defiant provocation. Fortunately, he had a knack for remaining unfazed despite any external circumstances. That semester in the house of the Wingfield-Snyder couple had taught him a great deal. He frowned slightly, turning his expression into what Ryusui called a 'resting bastard's face' and arched an eyebrow, looking directly at Hyoga.

Hyoga twitched, clearly a little tense, and cast a glance over his shoulder, at the table of his student pack. Apparently a dozen fierce glances were enough to resign himself to having to socialize with the 'creepy type', because he sighed heavily, and, adopting a nonchalant look, turned to Senkou again. “Uh... Dude, I want to take my friend back to our table.”

Senku hummed indefinitely and ducked his nose into Gen's hair again. “I don't know... he's pretty cute,” he deliberately made his voice as deep as possible. “I think I'm going to keep him.”

A shiver ran through Gen, and Senku was a little afraid he'd gone too far in his joke, but he felt his lips on the back of his neck smile, and a moment later a soft kiss was back on his skin.

Hyoga seemed to grow furious. He leaned forward, squaring his shoulders in a typical animalistic attempt to appear bigger and scarier. How primitive. “What are you, a nerd, are you out of your fucking mind? What do you think you're doing?”

“Hyoga Akatsuki, right?” Senku arched an eyebrow again, looking the pompous bastard straight in the eye, and slowly ran his hand down Gen's back, circling the back of his head, gently running his thumb along the line of his thin neck. Gen shuddered even more, his breathing heavy and wet, his quiet half sigh-half moan melted against Senku's skin, and that subtle sound of awe sent a sudden wave of lust over Senku's head, making him mentally glad that his groin was safely covered by the guy sitting on his lap. Senku swallowed and continued his promised bluff. “From the history department, if memory serves me correctly?”

Hyoga blinked. “Well? So?”

Gen grinned softly, pressing his foot against Senku's rapidly hardening cock, as if to hint that he was aware of the emerging problem. It was even harder to keep his composure. “And what I have to tell your dean's office is what you do in your spare time... Drinking, debauchery, inducing students into unholy relationships with faculty....”

“Who the hell are you?!”

“Professor Ishigami, at your service.”

Hyoga immediately turned pale. “Uh..." he backed up, "and-and-excuse me, Professor, I didn't think, I-" he said.

Gen barely muffled his sudden laughter, jabbing even harder at the crease of his shoulder and neck, grasping Senku's sweatshirt and shaking with laughter, but somehow managing not to give himself away. It probably looked like horror from the outside. It made the situation even funnier that way, but....

It wasn't really, obviously, horror. Well, judging by the way his hips jerked against Senku's hips and the hot breath on his skin. In fact, it felt as if Gen was dreaming of being alone with Senku in some quiet room with no pants on either of them.

“Get out of here," he barked, and Hyoga's eyes raced, turning back to the guys again. The disgruntled girl, the one called Minami, waved her palm at him to hurry up. The tall blonde showed him a fist.

Hyoga rolled his eyes. “You see, we have a retake with Professor Snyder tomorrow, we have to go....”

“All? In bulk?”

“Well, they were stream lectures, for several faculties at once...” he mumbled.

Senku arched an eyebrow incredulously. “And you were preparing for a retake like that? Okay," he shook his head, "go. He'll be with you in a couple minutes.”

Hyoga nodded slowly, turned on his heels, and strode back to his table, waving away the hisses of the students with something like "It's okay, he'll be here in a minute.”

Gen broke away from Senku with a quiet laugh. “Really? Professor Ishigami?”

Senku shrugged his shoulders. “Well, technically, I'm not a professor yet, but I'm already teaching, so....”

“Wait... you're Senku Ishigami? The guy who finished his bachelor's degree in two years?”

“Well... yeah?”

“I didn't realize you were so... cute," the blue eyes squinted cat-like. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-three," Senku shrugged.

“It suits me," Gen purred, looking him over with a look so tart and languid that it made his cock twitch with interest again. “Sen-ku..." he syllabized. “That's a nice name. Melodic, beautiful, short, and it would be very pleasant to moan in bed.”

“What?”

“Nothing," Gen winked cheerfully at him and hastily jumped off his lap, turning around to look at his friends' table. He waved at them and then suddenly leaned in, imprinting a quick and simply stunning kiss on Senku's lips. “Come back here tomorrow and find me,” he whispered in his ear, “if you want to see a couple more of my tricks.”

And then he was gone, carefree and easy, leaving Senku alone with a rather weighty problem, which was that now Senku couldn't just up and leave without shocking half of all the bar patrons with the extent of his unplanned erection.

Well, that, and the fact that, as he suspected, Senku's true problem was indeed much more serious: he really did want to come here tomorrow, to find this strange, brave, and talkative guy who wasn't in the least bit intimidated by frowns or unplanned erections, and...

Well...

To see what tricks he had in store for him.

•••

“No, Minami-chan, honey, you can forgive him all you want, but don't expect that kind of generosity from me," Gen snorted into the phone, popping another cheese ball into his mouth. “I'm not judging you in any way, I just don't understand how you, my gorgeous queen, my lioness, tigress, and victor, can seriously be with someone like that bastard Hyoga. And forgive him after he cheats on you. No, really, how can you do that? It just doesn't make sense to me. The only reason I can understand is that your huge heart filled with infinite kindness can accommodate anyone, including Hyoga, but, gods, he can't even appreciate the scale of your humanitarian feat! He doesn't appreciate your heart, your soul, or your magnificent bouncy tits! In short, my opinion - let this fucking historian go and tell his fucking stories to someone else....”

Honestly, Gen's tired. It's been a really lousy day today. It's been a lousy day, it's been a lousy week. And the sun hadn't looked out from behind the clouds for a fucking month... Gen couldn't even increase his dose of fucking vitamin D, he was getting nauseous from swallowing more of those damn capsules! And without sunlight, he was choking. Dying. Dying like a flower in a dark closet...

Anyway, to make a long story short, Gen suffered today. With drama and pictorial pleasure. He had every reason to! He'd woken up with a sore hangover, hadn't found any aspirin in the medicine cabinet, had listened to fifteen voice message from Minami with a total duration of one hour and thirty-seven minutes and the only meaning of "Hyoga is a fucking asshole" (and Gen had spoken!), and all this while looking longingly at the gray sky covered with clouds....

And then there's the midterm!

Fucking Professor Stanley Snyder. Gen answered all his crazy questions perfectly yesterday, but still sent him to retake the test, just to piss him off. He and Professor Snyder, of course, had a very interesting history of relations, and Gen, of course, at one time extremely inelegantly told him off, but, honestly, who in this world needed such a subject as life safety?!

It's not higher education, it's a traveling circus.

The same circus where he and Snyder met.

Now he'd been sitting at the bar for two fucking hours, eating cheese balls and waiting.

He didn't know what he was waiting for.

Well, of course it was understandable, but with every minute of waiting the hope that the guy from yesterday - Senku Ishigami - would come was inexorably running out. Gen didn't really understand why, but yesterday, when he was drunk and mischievous, he'd found him incredibly attractive. And ungodly sexy.

His image blurred a bit in his mind as a watercolor, but Gen remembered the piercing scarlet eyes, the funny long hair with greenish tips, and the smell. Coniferous woods, sandalwood, musk, cherry, and a little alcohol-a strange but heady combination that made him so giddy that he went in for a kiss.

To a complete stranger.

Nothing life teaches him.

Minami once again promised to leave her bastard Hyoga, whom Gen hated before, but became even stronger in the context of recent events (no, how could he change Minami! How could he?!), and Gen hung up the phone. He popped another cheese ball into his mouth. Sighed. Started up a three-in-a-row game on his phone. Okay, if no one showed up at the bar within fifteen minutes, Gen washed his hands of the situation and went home to bed. To hell with this. The session's finally over, and thank Bishamonten's soft tits that-

“Hi.”

Gen flinched and looked up, crashing into almond-shaped eyes the color of frosted cherries. In the chair next to him materialized a guy whose blurry image was gathering in the back of his mind as a pleasant memory stain, and who in sober reality turned out to be just fucking unbelievably fucking awesome.

Consciousness, why the hell didn't you keep in the stray memory of Gen how smart those scarlet eyes were, how cheeky that smirk was, how perfect that nose with a slight graceful hump was? And the voice! No, is it legitimate that just this hoarse-sexy "hi" made Gen urgently want to strip down to his bones and communicate with him deeper in any chosen plane?

Apparently, Gen had been looking at him too long and too fucking hard, because Senku went from cocky to awkward and his smirk became vulnerably brittle. “Uh... okay, I guess you weren't expecting me here, I was just-"

“You," Gen immediately grabbed his arm, holding him in place, and smiled his most charming smile from his vast arsenal of smiles. “I just forgot how sexy you were, and I was confused.”

Senku smiled already much more confidently. A blush broke out on his high cheekbones, covered with barely visible freckles. Gen found it simply adorable. “Well, here I am. Found you.”

“Want to see my tricks?” he purred teasingly.

“I want to ask you how old you are," Senku became serious in a flash. “What grade you're in. And, well, what's your name, though I already heard yesterday that you're Asagiri Gen.”

Gen blinked. Tilted his head sideways. Blinked again, and laughed softly. “Are you worried about molesting minors, Professor Ishigami?”

“Yes.”

“You're not as cheerful today as you were yesterday!” he teased.

Senku, on the other hand, shrugged nonchalantly. “I've got two liters less beer in me today.”

“Charming," Gen chuckled again. “But don't worry, buddy, I'm in my fourth year. And I'm twenty-three, just like you.”

“You enrolled later?”

“I took a sabbatical after my first year," Gen squinted, enjoying watching the sweetest confusion on his handsome face. “Went traveling with a traveling circus.”

Senku blinked puzzledly. “Really?”

“Would you believe me if I said I did?”

“Hmm," he gave Gen an assessing look. “I'm afraid I would.”

“Then yes. Seriously. Okay, now that you're here, enough talking," Gen clapped his hands and stood up from the table and gracefully threw a leg over the legs of the dazed Senku, sitting down on his thighs. Senku grunted in fear, and Gen laughed. “Well?” He wagged his shoulder flirtatiously. “It seems the last time I sat on your lap, you were charmingly happy about it, and you certainly seemed very interested in the idea of me moaning your name in bed. Let's be clear right off the bat, is that outcome really on offer, or are you just being horribly teasing?”

“You know, I've never been accused of being a tease in my life," Senku grinned and slowly moved his hands up Gen's legs, resting his palms right on his thighs, and Gen, extremely pleased that the blush on his high cheekbones had only gotten brighter and the pupils in his scarlet eyes wider, squirmed a little as he made himself comfortable. And, oh, what do we have here? It seems the Senku member is definitely interested in how things are going here. Like everything else about this remarkably charismatic man, for that matter. Hell, really, he's as handsome as the hero of some stupid manhwa, is that even legal? Senku, on the other hand, gave him a somewhat cautious smile. “And I'm not teasing you now either, but...” he spoke slowly and thoughtfully. “But it's not... necessary. I don't want you to feel like you owe me something after you drunkenly flirted with me in the bar, you know?”

Oh, my gods. Was Gen really that lucky? Not holding back a smile, he leaned over slightly, wrapped his palm around Senku's hot cheek and pressed an incredibly tender kiss to his lips. “I told Minami-chan you were cute, and I was right,' he whispered into the kiss. “I assure you, this isn't some misguided attempt to repay you for your help yesterday or anything like that. You're just really, really cute. And very sexy.”

Senku swallowed, scarlet eyes flashing with lust, and he reached forward, catching Gen's lips with his own once more. Oh, yes. That kind of expression came in handy. Gen moaned into the kiss, tilting his head and spreading his lips wider so their tongues could explore each other deeper, and it felt just... amazing.

Wet and dirty and hungry.

Perfect.

This abstruse guy was so damn hot it was almost unreal, he kissed like a demon and looked like a heaven-sent deity, he was exactly what Gen had so desperately needed for the past month. Or perhaps a lifetime, but Gen didn't want to get that far ahead of himself. Senku grabbed his ass, squeezing in a masterful way, running his fingers over the soft flesh, pulling him even closer to him, and it was just...

“Fuuuuck...” Gen exhaled raggedly, throwing his head back. Senk clearly liked the sound of that, and he mewed approvingly, placing a biting kiss on Gen's exposed neck. “Fuck!" Gen moaned this time, and Senku's lips returned to his, hot, tart, intoxicating. “Let's get out of here," Gen whimpered between kisses, "I want you, come on...”

Senku nodded, stood up from his chair with Gen in his arms (it would be an understatement to say that Gen was greatly aroused by this), and he reflexively hooked his legs behind his back. Senku's lips barely left Gen's skin for more than a second. “Well, then...” he wheezed, clearly flustered, “to you or to me...?”

•••

They went to Senk's place - it turned out that he lived closer.

Frankly speaking, during the cab ride, the degree of arousal had decreased - and the degree of awkwardness had increased. Gen wasn't a big fan of one-night stands - he'd never had much luck with partners in the sense of caring or gallantry (Minami claimed he just fell for assholes, but Gen wasn't going to listen to the woman who'd chosen Hyoga Akatsuki out of all possible options) - but at least he'd had some experience. Senku, on the other hand, didn't seem like the kind of person who would often take someone to his house, but then again, you can never judge a book by its cover...

In the elevator, they didn't even make eye contact with each other. Gen because he felt Senku's awkwardness and didn't want to embarrass him even more, and Senku... well, because he was obviously nervous. Apparently, he'd lost all his bar bragging on the way, and now he had no idea what to do with it.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asked hoarsely, opening the door for Gen with an inviting gesture.

Gen smiled. “If only water, please.”

“Water. Okay," Senku took off his shoes and went into the kitchen, and Gen stood on the doorstep, looking awkwardly at his feet.

Okay. Breathe, Asagiri. It'll be all right. If anything, we can always just shake hands and go home.

He exhaled, took a deep breath, and followed Senku into the kitchen. He stood at the sink, waiting for the water to fill the pitcher. Gen stood behind him for a moment, then decided "screw it" and put his arm around his waist. Senku's back was hot and hard. Gen decided he liked the feeling, and rested his head on Senku's shoulder, sliding his palms over his chest, enjoying his deep and measured breathing - and adjusting to it, thus creating the unified feeling that he and Senku were on the same wavelength. The man visibly relaxed. That's good. That's the right thing to do.

They both watched in silence as the water passed through the filter and flowed to the bottom of the jug.

“So," Gen began.

Senku froze for a moment and slowly turned to him. “So…”

“Do you have any condoms?”

“Fuck.”

Gen laughed.

“Sorry, I just don't usually do anything like this,” Senku admitted embarrassed, scratching his ear. “Wait," he reached into his pocket for his phone, dialing someone's number and walking through the kitchen into the living room while Gen chuckled and poured himself a glass of water. “Ryu, bro, listen, where are your condoms...? Yeah, yeah, shut up. Top drawer? Thanks, man. Yeah, yeah, I owe you one. Fuck off. Gen, I'll be right back," Senku shouted to him and grabbed some keys off the shelf and disappeared out of the apartment. Gen had time to fuck off, but just a minute later he reappeared on the doorstep with a whole bunch of condoms and a bottle of lube.

Gen sipped his water, leaning casually on the kitchen counter with a slight smirk on his lips. “Wow, you're a sexual giant, aren't you... Planning on using them all?”

Senku frowned and blushed, apparently suddenly realizing that he had indeed brought too many condoms, but it didn't matter. Gen was just teasing him a little. This guy clearly hadn't done anything like this in a while and was probably just overdoing it a bit. It was oddly cute. Touching, even.

Gen chuckled softly. Honestly, Senku was a true gift of fate. To be frank, after last night's episode at the bar, Gen had expected the bratty genius who had so actively and enthusiastically put Hyoga in his place to turn out to be a cocky, self-righteous, self-absorbed sex maniac, but thankfully he was just sweet and genuinely charming in his honest sincere awkwardness.

That was something Gen could definitely handle.

Something about his partner being a little awkward and shy made him himself bolder in his own confidence. It was a nice feeling - that Gen's usual initiative, resourcefulness, and ability to lead were not an annoying obstacle to smug narcissists demanding total worship, but a better strategy for general enjoyment.

He smiled softly, tilting his head sideways and biting his lower lip slightly, set his water glass on the counter, and walked leisurely over to Senku. Gen took his palm with one hand, intertwining his fingers, and with the other he ran the other over Senku's heaving chest, over his broad shoulders, down his neck, and leaned in slightly, whispering directly into his ear. “Let's use them all.”

Senku made a wild sound, literally tearing Gen’s cardigan off, and immediately picked him up, grabbing him by the hips. Honestly, he didn't give the impression of someone particularly strong, but damn it, he just picked Gen up in his arms like it was the easiest thing in the world, and fuck, Gen would be lying if he said it wasn't fucking exhilarating. Gen couldn't remember the last time someone had lifted him up like that at all. He was quite tall and lanky, and weighed about twice as much as he looked at first glance, due to the fact that he had some pretty strong muscles packed onto his narrow skeleton. But Senku, who also gave a different impression and seemed more of a nerd than a strongman, treated him as if Gen was some kind of feather, and he was naturally dizzy.

Their lips came together in a kiss, hot and intoxicating to the point of knee-jerking, and Senku carried Gen into the bedroom.

A moment later, Gen was already falling on his back, feeling that churning feeling of exhilarating weightlessness in his stomach, until his back was against the soft bed and a warm, heavy body was piled on top of him, perfect and hot. His arms came around Senku's broad shoulders on their own, without any of Gen's influence, fingers hooking into the fabric of his sweatshirt and pulling, pulling away, wanting to touch his skin sooner rather than later. Senku grinned against his lips, broke away from the kiss, and pulled the wretched garment off with one hand.

And damn, he was good. Gen couldn't help but whistle, causing Senku to laugh softly, huskily, and greedily run his palms over the firm muscles on his chest. “When you said you were a physicist, did you mean a gym teacher?” he purred, nearly drooling. His skin was smooth, silky, a nice olive color and covered with a scattering of adorable freckles. Heck, could this guy be any hotter?

“I dream of becoming an astronaut," Senku replied quietly, weightlessly brushing a long strand away from his face. “I have to work on myself to pass all the physical tests.”

“Holy shit. I demand that you work on me too, preferably right now-mm-hmph-" Gen's lips were caught in a kiss again, Senku pinned him to the bed with his whole body and started to unbutton his shirt, but was clearly not doing a good job with the buttons. Gen snorted and started to help him. Senku impatiently unbuttoned the fabric of his shirt, exposing the... thin t-shirt underneath.

“Why the fuck are you wearing so many clothes?" he growled, tearing the poor T-shirt off of Gen so that it popped at the seams, but fuck, it was exciting. A literal undignified moan escaped from Gen, but it was immediately muffled by a passionate kiss. Gen moved toward Senku, finally pressing his bare skin against him, sinful and hot and perfect and wonderful and fucking ah-

Senku pulled away from his mouth, moving down, pressing his lips wetly against the defenseless neck, biting the lobe, the corner of his jaw, his collarbone, running his fingers along the tendons on Gen's throat so that he could feel the vibration of the moans that came off their kissed lips in sync. He ran his lips down Gen's chest, licking, biting, running the very tip of his tongue over the sensitive flesh of his nipple, immediately clamping it between his lips and sucking gently. Gen gave a muffled shriek and involuntarily jerked his hips. Senku grinned contentedly. “So responsive...I like it.“

“Fuck, Senku-chan-n-n-n-n-n...”

“Don't hold back," Senku wheezed and continued to cover his torso with kisses, running his tongue along the contours of his abs and tickling his navel. Gen was melting. Literally melted under his hands, under his lips, like chocolate, and it was the best thing that had happened to him in a while. It seemed that every sob he sobbed, every moan he moaned, made Senku even more gentle, even more caressing, and Gen drowned in that sweet tenderness, heady and sinful.

When he reached the waistband of his pants, Senku unbuckled his belt without hesitation and began to pull the rest of his clothes off Gen. Before he knew it, he was naked in front of Senkou a moment later. He looked at him greedily, tartly, almost carnivorously, and Gen felt a little unprotected, but all thoughts immediately vanished, leaving his mind empty and ringing as Senku licked his lips, exhaled, and lowered himself to meet his arousal, enveloping Gen in wet heat.

Gen groaned, wriggled, but forced himself to come to his senses. He pushed that head, too smart for such things, away from him and wheezed: “Stop, come on stop, damn it, Senku-chan, stop!”

Senku seemed drunk. “What's the matter?”

Gen ran his hand into the pile of condoms he'd brought, grabbed one and shoved it right in his face. “Don't be an idiot. You're seeing me for the second time in your life.”

He rolled his eyes, but he heeded Gen's protests, grabbed the rubber, defiantly tearing the foil square with his teeth, and then roughly ran his lips along the length of Gen's with his lips, rolling, and bit down lightly, but in a way that made Gen twitch.

What an asshole.

But damn, that asshole was good. His lips around his cock were tense and demanding, and he worked diligently, eliciting subtle moans and sighs of pleasure from Gen with each movement... He was relentless. Slipping his hand under Gen's knee, he threw his leg over his shoulder to get closer and thrust deeper. Unable to hold back, Gen buried his fingers in his long hair, and Senku moaned approvingly in response.

Fuck, this guy was going to be his undoing.

Senku blindly rummaged through the sheets until he found a bottle of lube. Without stopping working his mouth diligently, he opened the cap and generously doused his fingers.

For someone who supposedly "didn't do something like this very often," it was awfully effective. Gen would even say frighteningly efficient. Almost professional.

That's what genius means. You don't call just anyone a genius, do you?

Gen groaned, arching up in bed and digging into Senku's hair as the ribbed walls of his throat suddenly tightened around him, engulfing him completely, and almost lost his mind when, right at the same moment, slippery fingers gently stroked his entrance. Frankly, he was already very close and, now that Senku was starting to fondle him like this, was approaching the finale almost shamefully fast.

Hell, Gen couldn't remember when he'd felt this good. When someone had been so meticulous about his pleasure. When someone had taken pleasure in his pleasure. And judging by the sweet moans that burst from Senku's throat, sending overwhelming vibrations through his body and bringing him closer and closer to falling into euphoric nirvana, he did feel good.

His fingers were thick and rough and perfect, pressing into him with awe, with a kind of almost ecstatic rhythm, and Gen realized he couldn't take it, his body went from sweetly tense to desperately tense, his thighs quivered, and by the time Senku reached three fingers, Gen had turned into a boneless mess of moans and endless lust.

“Senku-chan... Fu-ahh!-ck, where did you learn to do that? No, I don't want to know," he sobbed, hooking his fingers into his hair. “I'm about to... I'm almost... wait, I'm...”

But Senku didn't stop then or when Gen groaned, arching his back and trying to roll to the side to stop himself from falling into the abyss. No, Senku held him in place with a firm grip, continuing to caress him through his orgasm, literally carving every possible facet of pleasure out of Gen. His body became overly sensitive, almost overly aroused, and he gave a large shudder, nearly breaking into a scream at another burst of almost painful pleasure, and felt Senku's lips stretch in a smile around his cock.

When Senku finally decided that Gen had had enough, he carefully removed his condom and tied it off, announcing triumphantly, “One is ready. There are... Uh... four left.”

Gen looked at him stunned, struggling to catch his breath. There were still flashes of ecstasy running through him - even from the slightest touch, even from the feel of Senku's hot breath on his skin - and he...

Well...

Well. It was going to be a long night.

The scarlet eyes shone with some kind of crazy, excited sparkle, a completely impossible blush spread across his high cheekbones, his lips swollen and red, and Gen's weak heart did a triple somersault. Senku is so awesome. Fucking awesome. Catching his already-almost-adoring gaze, Senku smiled again and pulled himself up, hugging Gen's face with his palm, and kissed him, slowly, sensually, perfectly.

Gen ahhed softly against his lips and slid his hands between them, languorously stroking Senku's already painfully hard erection. He gave a large shudder at the long-awaited caress. “Thank you-ohhhh...”

“Fool," Gen grinned warmly, "Thank you....”

They lay like that for a few minutes, just kissing gently, just touching each other with some incredible reverence, and it was so sensual, so precious, so intimate that Gen couldn't believe that only twenty-four hours ago they didn't even know each other's names.

That's funny.

And he hadn't even wanted to go to that bar yesterday.

Senku slid his hand gently down Gen's chest, higher up to his neck, stroking the soft fuzz on his cheek with a mesmerized look. “So," he whispered so quietly that Gen wasn't sure he hadn't read his thoughts. “Are you ready to keep going?”

“Fucking ready," Gen whispered just as silently.

Senku deftly put on condom number two. Damn, this guy... he was perfect. Too good to be true. They started in the chaste missionary position, still as tender and affectionate as they'd kissed five minutes earlier, but somehow they ended up here, with Gen's ass up, writhing in the sheets almost to the point of cracking, and moaning into the pillow, and Senku literally thrusting into him at some punishing pace, but not that Gen minded.

Quite the contrary.

There were no thoughts left in his head at all, an absolute cosmic vacuum woven from sensations. The only thing Gen was capable of realizing was how amazingly full he was, how incredible that thick, hot length felt in him, and that he didn't want it to end, he wanted more, and more, and harder, fuck, yeah, that's it-

“Fuck, Gen, you're so nice," Senku wheezed, but all Gen could squeeze out was a whimpering, drooling moan of agreement.

It was probably disgusting, but Gen agreed to be disgusting as long as it felt so good.

His whole body felt like it was glowing from the inside out, and every movement sent sparks down his spine. Senku's perfect hips were pushing with perfect force into that perfect point inside him, and it was all inexorably and inevitably dragging him to a new edge.

“Senku cha-ah-ah!-an... I am... now....”

Senku thrust his hips once, twice, the Gen was thrusting against him, and after a few moments, he cummed so hard that black dots appeared in front of his eyes. His hands were finally tangled in the sheets, he moaned, but he didn't hear himself moan, he felt completely and utterly fucked, and it was something he didn't realize how much he craved.

A few thrusts later, Gen felt Senku freeze, thrusting into him as deeply as he could, and moaned raggedly. He seemed to be able to make out his name in that moan, but Gen could make little sense of it through the euphoric shudder that shook his body. His body was spreading across the bed like melted butter, and he wasn't sure he'd ever have the strength to move again after such an orgasm.

He almost didn't even feel Senku come out of him: for a second there was some vague change that Gen was simply incapable of realizing, and then - one! - and Senku plopped down on the bed beside him, pulling Gen into a sweaty embrace. It was sticky and dirty and stuffy, and Gen should obviously hate it, but all he could do was snuggle into the hot chest with a happy sigh, covering his eyes heavily.

The next thing Gen realized was that he woke up enveloped in a hitherto unfamiliar warmth and comfort, wrapping his arms around something wide and hard, pressing his cheek against smooth skin that smelled of sandalwood, pine, musk, and sex.

Mmm.

If he could wake up like this every day, life would absolutely be a lot closer to bliss.

The warm body beneath him stirred slightly, strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer with a lazy purr, and Senku buried his face in his hair with a languid, sweet sigh. Gen felt so happy it almost defied adequate reality. He lifted his head slightly, peering into Senku's face, and saw the softest, warmest look of half-closed eyes and a gentle, sleepy smile that turned into a kiss on his forehead a second later.

Gods, Gen seemed to be dying.

Something brittle and fragile in his chest turned over and froze, and he found himself grinning stupidly at Senk's neck.

It was as if they were frozen in their cocoon of tenderness and tenderness again, they lay like that, snuggling and lazily stroking each other's bodies until it was clear they weren't going to fall asleep again.

Senku leaned over slightly and whispered wetly in Gen's ear. “We have three more condoms left.”

Gen grinned and playfully bit the back of his neck. “We can't let them go to waste, can we?” They nestled their lips against each other, suddenly feeling much more awake and full of energy than they had a moment before, and Gen wanted him madly, except... “Mmm, you know my ass hurts, so now it's my turn to be on top," he grinned devilishly. His ass didn't really hurt that much, but he really wanted to taste this guy from every possible aspect.

Senku furrowed his eyebrows a little worriedly. “Did I hurt you?”

There was so much genuine regret in his voice that Gen was even a little confused. He blinked, trying to realize Senku's seriousness, and laughed softly. “Gods, no, Senku-chan, I'm fine, I just want to fuck you, that's all.”

A smile of relief flashed across his expressive face, Senku grinned widely, “Oh well then,” and continued kissing Gen.

Well, perhaps this man really was perfect.

Condom number three was put on and loaded. Gen knelt down in front of Senku, who was lying on his back with his legs wrapped around his thighs. Stretching him was a separate pleasure. Gen had gotten so carried away that he had inadvertently brought him to sweet tears and incoherent whimpering, but did he regret it? Absolutely not.

“Fuck, come on already...”

“So impatient," he purred. Placing one palm on Senku's firm belly and the other on his hips, Gen exhaled raggedly and moved forward, the second he felt the elastic ring of muscle pulling him in. “Damn, Senku-chan, you're so tight...”

“Uh... Thank you?” Senku exhaled.

Gen looked at him, arching an eyebrow, and they laughed. He felt Senku's whole gut suddenly relax and clench again, his whole body vibrating with laughter, and oh, it was funny, but nice, but funny... Gen had never laughed while inside someone before, and in fact, he couldn't remember being this fun and carefree with anyone else during sex. Gods, he loved it. It didn't take long to get used to it....

Senku's soft chuckles turned into languid, intermittent sighs as Gen entered him fully, skillfully aiming for the very spot that made the stars shine before his eyes. It was an ecstatic pleasure to look at the aroused Senku spread-eagled, Gen wasn't sure if the extent of his attraction was entirely legitimate, frankly he wanted to devour him-those lovely ruddy freckle-covered cheekbones, that you could cut yourself on, those quivering puffy lips, fuck, that body - and he couldn't help himself, he leaned forward and bit Senku's neck, wrapping his hand around his oozing arousal, stroking it vigorously in time with his thrusts.

Senku yelped, tensed, hooked his fingers into Gen's thighs, forcing him to move faster and harder, and faster and harder, until Gen's pulse pounded in his ears with a maddening drumbeat and Senku's whole body arched with a low groan, clenching around him in the most delightful way. He cum on both himself and his chest, panting in a coarse shudder, and the sight of it made Gen go down with a thud, drowning in a wave of his own orgasm. Senku pulled him to him, kissing him tartly, hot and wet, Gen collapsed on top of him, ignoring the dirt and stickiness, and they just lay there, breathing heavily, pressing against each other in a state of blissful euphoria.

Eventually Gen found the strength to roll onto his side and throw away the used condom. His whole body hummed sweetly, so invigorating, so pleasurable, he stretched out in bed like a cat, kneading his back and neck with pleasure. On Senku's handsome face was that satisfied and truly fucked expression that Gen loved to see on his partners.

He urgently needed to kiss him again.

Fuck, he was definitely addicted.

He took a long look at Senku's firm, relaxed body, his incredibly contented expression, and felt so happy he started laughing quietly to himself.

“What are you laughing at?” Senku smiled.

“Oh, just... I never imagined something like this.”

“Yeah," Senku rolled over onto his back and folded his arms across his chest with a chuckle.

Gen snorted. “But actually, I'm really annoyed. You know... that I have to feel grateful to that bastard Hyoga for giving me that challenge. Well, to sit on your lap. Not that I'll ever tell him that, but... the fact that I came up to you yesterday... it's the best thing I ever did," he exhaled and rolled over, resting his head on Senku's shoulder.

Senku grinned helplessly. “I can say the same thing. That I decided to play along with you is completely unlike me, but... It's definitely one of the best decisions of my life.”

“Thank you for doing it.”

“Thank you for coming over.”

They exchanged a long, slow kiss, sweet and tart as buckwheat honey, but suddenly Senku's stomach rumbled and he pulled away embarrassed.

“Are you hungry?” Gen raised his eyebrows with a soft smile.

“Honestly, I'm starving.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window thoughtfully. “I'll go make breakfast, then. There should be some new toothbrushes in the cabinet above the sink.....”

“Okay," Senku replied lazily, watching Gen's bare ass with interest as he walked to the door.

Gen walked barefoot about halfway across the room before he realized. He chuckled, turning to face Senku. “Oops. This isn't my apartment.”

“Yep," Senku nodded, and they laughed again as Gen stood naked and confused in the middle of someone else's room. Eventually, Senku just waved his hand in an indefinable gesture. “You can take whatever clothes you want from the closet, and whatever you want to eat from the fridge. I think there should be a spare toothbrush in the bathroom somewhere. Just give me five minutes, I'm not capable of moving yet....”

Gen turned back to the window again. Something was wrong, something that didn't fit in with the usual view of Tokyo, something-

“Gods, Senku-chan...”

“Hmm?”

“Look at this!” Gen literally couldn't believe his eyes, but his heart was beating so hard with stupid joy that he didn't have the strength to breathe. “It's the sun!”

Senku jumped out of bed a hundredth of a second later. “Really?!”

“Yes...”

He walked over to Gen, hugging him from behind, and they stood naked in the middle of the room like two huge idiots, staring up at the suddenly clear and bright blue sky flooded with sunlight. “Holy shit. I haven't seen the sun in over a month.”

“Say, now it's so strange not to see clouds in the sky..." whispered Gen thoughtfully, "I'm so happy about this sunshine that I'm even a little afraid of this joy.”

“You know," Senku muttered carefully and quietly, "this is going to sound strange, but... I feel about the same way about you.”

О. Relationship talk. Gen's least favorite part of the morning after one-night stand sex.

Well, or...

Gen blushed. He exhaled harshly. “So...”

“So?” Senku arched an eyebrow.

“Maybe we could... well, I don't know, exchange numbers?” Gen asked with some apprehension.

“Are you kidding me?” Senku kissed him softly on the neck. “I won't let you go anywhere now.”

The relief he felt was comparable in strength to an avalanche. “Okay, Senku-chan, but I'm afraid I've already got things to do for today....”

“Mmm, but we still have two condoms left.”

Gen laughed. “Let's save them for next time, shall we?”

“It's Saturday...” Senku's voice seemed sad. “Surely you can't stay a little longer? I don't know, order a pizza, watch a movie, or just walk around all day and watch the sun, I feel like if I let you go now, it'll go away again.”

“That's very sweet, Senku-chan, but I really have to go.”

And he left.

They had a quick breakfast of some nonsense, Gen got dressed, and after leaving Senku his number to say goodbye, he slipped out into the stairwell.

He, walked down the hallway to the elevator, feeling as if he was in a trance from stepping out into this surreal outside world where the reality of what had happened to him, to his body, his soul over the last two days, hit him with all its force.

He went to a bar with his classmates and spent half the night on the lap of a cute guy, went home and thought about him all night, and then went back to the bar and slept with him several times in a row.

And the clouds had cleared over the city.

Somehow he thought that seemed somehow coherent, but believing in such symbols was already the ultimate in desperation. Yeah, Asagiri, that shit never happened to you, not even in a traveling circus.

He felt such denuded butterflies in his stomach that they clearly should have scared him, but no. Instead, Gen felt strangely calm.

What business did he have there today?

And were they exactly that important?

Or maybe...?

He absent-mindedly pressed the elevator button and stood there, stunned, remembering everything that had happened. All the moments of his and Senku's two-day acquaintance flashed through his mind like a slideshow, and Gen could literally feel some of the more savory memories making him feel hot.

Senku had such delicious lips...

He stared dumbly at the elevator doors, touching his fingers to his tingling lips. The doors slid sideways, and finally slammed shut. Gen saw his crooked reflection in the jagged metal and suddenly looked over his shoulder, glancing at the door at the other end of the hallway.

A moment later, he was already running.

This was a stupid thing to do.

Senku would think he was crazy.

However, Gen wasn't even completely sure he wasn't crazy himself, but he suddenly realized that right now there was nothing more important in the world than ordering a pizza and watching a movie, or going for a walk and looking at the sun, or using his two remaining condoms - it didn't matter at all, as long as it was with Senku.

He nervously drummed on his door and froze, breathing heavily. There were awful moments of silence, but Gen waited, his heart pounding in his throat, but then he heard muffled footsteps...

Senku opened the door with a slightly confused look. “Did you forget something?”

“I forgot to stay.”

Scarlet eyes blinked and shone with happiness. “Wow. And I just thought the sun had disappeared again.....”