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"You realize we're all going to go to college as virgins.
They probably have special dorms for people like us."
-- Naruko Shoukichi, probably
“For fuck's sake, Hotshot, can you stop jacking off to your bike for a moment and turn around? I like you. I can't believe I like you, but I really like you--”
It happens like this:
There comes a time in every man’s life when he just needs to grab another man by the bike helmet chinstrap and yank his face down to this height because damn, Hotshot is too fucking tall and sometimes just too fucking dense for things like this.
It’s a beautiful spring day when an exasperated Naruko Shoukichi, age 17, mashes his entire mouth (and one sharp peek of fang) so hard against the mouth of Imaizumi Shunsuke, age 18, that they both go down in a pile of limbs and screaming. This would neither be the first time, nor would it be the last time. But for a first kiss it's not that bad at all, if Naruko says so himself, as he straddles Imaizumi’s outstretched legs where they had landed in a heap, and both Imaizumi’s bike helmet and dignity have been thrown aside by Naruko’s ready hands.
“You’re an idiot. Why would I ever date an idiot like you?” Imaizumi’s voice snaps around the question, but his face is pink, and the flush is creeping down his neck. He’s managed to prop himself up on his elbows, but his hair is a sweaty tousle, his mouth bitten to an enthusiastic red, and he pants slightly as he drags the back of one hand across his lips where Naruko had left a trail of missed kisses and spit.
But at least he's no longer yelling, which is good, though Imaizumi is always yelling about something anyway, at least at him. But he is scowling, the thin arch of his brows furrowed in what Naruko guesses to be the hundred million Hotshot thoughts always going through his head, and the face Imaizumi makes is so stupidly distressed and so stupidly cute that Naruko bumps his forehead against Imaizumi’s, heart suddenly too hot and close inside his chest.
“Shut up. You're an idiot too, Hotshot.”
Naruko cackles in delight when Imaizumi says nothing, just turns his face away and makes a resigned tch noise in return. But he can read the smile in the corner of Imaizumi’s mouth, and that’s more than enough.
--
It doesn’t happen like this:
On Wednesday afternoon, Naruko finds Imaizumi by the bike racks. He had spent the entire day in class open-mouthed and with eyes glazed over, thinking about the way the sweat had dripped along the long line of lean muscle that defined Imaizumi's legs, and enough is enough. Naruko was going to be a man about all these stupid feelings, or possibly explode in a mess of hormones and bike racing and emotions.
"I’ve... always admired you, Hotshot.”
Imaizumi doesn't even turn around to look at him, just continues fiddling with his bike. “Your point? We’re rivals, aren’t we? What’s got you in such a sappy mood anyway. If this is about how your stamina has been flagging on the slope--"
"Shut up, Hotshot!” Naruko spits right back at him. “I could take you on the slope any day. I didn't earn the title of ace for nothing!"
Naruko pushes his face right into Imaizumi's, and Imaizumi pushes right back, breathing heavy and warm on his mouth, and Naruko just wants to bite into that smirk sitting on Imaizumi's bottom lip. Instead, "Alright, Hotshot, let's do this, let's fucking go . If I win I get an all-you-can-eat lunch from your rich ass."
Hills will always be a struggle, but Naruko is burning far too hot today. He edges past Imaizumi right before the peak.
Later that night as he dreams a beautiful dream of teriyaki buns and melon bread all lined up for him, Naruko thinks, Wait a minute, and then Naruko thinks, Aw man, I sure messed that one up.
--
It doesn’t happen like this:
On Thursday afternoon, Naruko finds Imaizumi by the bike racks. He had spent the entire day doodling little scowling rabbit faces in the margin of his notes, and the crippling embarrassment he had felt as he looked upon his handiwork was enough to kill a dozen men.
"Hey Hotshot, I think you're really cool, and--"
“What are you talking about? Look, if you're not feeling up to the challenge today, just say so--”
They chase each other across the flats, but Naruko claims an easy victory with a triumphant shout and a punch in the air. “Once the Speedman of Naniwa, always the Speedman of Naniwa! Sprint goal is mine , Hotshot!!"
Later that night, Naruko presses his face into the pillow with a groan. "Wrong fucking goal."
--
On Friday afternoon, Naruko finds Imaizumi by the bike racks and doesn’t let go till it happens, and then makes it happen again and again.
--
“Hotshot would totally be into that romance stuff, right?”
The sun slants through Naruko’s window and he rolls into its path, sprawled lazy on the floor of his room in the rare quiet of this Sunday afternoon, nothing but his thoughts for company. It’s been months since his confession, several months of fumbling kisses in the late of the evening and hands slipped clumsily under jerseys after practice. Summer has been particularly good, an entirely new drive pushing them on the practice course as they start to exchange wins for bigger-stake truths, for exploratory dares.
But that also means summer has been entirely frustrating in a very particular way. Naruko can practically hear the kid-friendly movie soundtrack spinning through his head as Imaizumi presses a kiss on his neck, unsure of how to go further but too stubborn to cede the lead to Naruko, and the hesitant soft of Imaizumi’s mouth against his skin is too much heat for him to bear much longer. A man has needs. And, also--
Hotshot is so... he’s so hot. He’s so fucking hot.
There’s a summer festival coming up and they’ve both agreed to go in yukata, and Naruko groans like a man dying of actual thirst at the idea of light, loose, easily accessible cotton draped across Imaizumi’s slim waist and broad shoulders, the result of hard work finally paying off in his third year.
Third year, Naruko thinks with another groan. But it's a groan full of mixed feelings, because he's also thinking about the way Imaizumi’s thighs feel under his eager hands, under him, the jut of his hip... right before Imaizumi goes tense because he thinks up some new useless Hotshot thought. I'm seriously going to die a virgin at this rate. Hotshot will too, but he won't even fucking notice because he'll be too busy thinking about hill inclines or bike grease or something.
Naruko sits up with a newfound focus, slams a fist on the ground in excitement. It hurts, but who even cares, because this is important, this is it. "We are gonna get laid, Hotshot, I'm gonna romance the shit out of you and I'm gonna save us from this terrible fate."
He makes A List. He’s going to be ready.
Naruko tucks the pen behind his ear and stretches, knuckles cracking as satisfied as he feels. “I'm gonna show him such an awesome time. How can Hotshot resist this charm?”
--
Needless to say, their first date doesn’t go as smoothly as Naruko might have hoped.
It starts out okay, to be fair. Imaizumi looks-- well, hot in a yukata, just like Naruko had known he would, a fact which simultaneously pleases and pisses him off.
“Should have known you’d use this as an excuse to try to show me up as well, Hotshot,” Naruko says, unable to keep a challenging note out of his voice. Or possibly a petulant one, but challenging sounds better.
Imaizumi casts him a disdainful look. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Naruko, of course, realizes quickly that this is emphatically not the way he should be acting for their date. He’s supposed to be going for romance here, romance, so he can’t afford to let himself fall back into his old habits. It was time for wooing, not picking fights.
Naruko looks up at Imaizumi, fighting down a brief surge of irritation at just how unfairly far he has to crane his neck up before he finally meets Imaizumi’s eyes. He must have grown an extra couple of inches for the occasion, just to spite Naruko. Such an underhanded move would not surprise him in the slightest.
“You look... really good,” Naruko says eventually. He was going for suave when he said it, something cool and assured, but he feels heat spill across his cheeks and he knows he’s blushing. “Like... did you know you’re like... movie-star-hot?”
Imaizumi, thankfully, levels the playing field by looking at least as embarrassed as Naruko feels.
“Shut up,” he says, looking away. “I was under the impression we had plans besides standing around outside the festival grounds all night.”
“Okay, okay-- say no more, Hotshot, and don’t worry, I’ve got it all figured out,” Naruko grins, grabbing Imaizumi’s hand impulsively in his own. He hopes it isn’t too sweaty, but judging by Imaizumi’s vaguely disgusted face it probably was. Whatever-- they raced together, it’s not like Imaizumi can’t handle a little sweat.
He’d be having too much fun to notice soon, anyways.
Step 1: Visit the shrine and pray for Hotshot’s virgin ass.
The least exciting-- but most important-- step, because he’s dealing with Imaizumi here and needs all the luck he can get. And Hotshot is probably gonna wish for good racing conditions or something lame like that, but I’m going to do us a solid and wish for all our teenage dreams to come true. Naruko grins at his own generosity of spirit as he hangs his inscribed wish upon the tree.
Step 2: Win a prize at one of the games, like those little balloons or goldfish. I’ll show off my super cool and flashy game skills, and get him a souvenir.
Naruko had imagined a blushing Imaizumi accepting the little gift, but after a few failed attempts at getting any of the floating balloons out of the water--
He looks over at Imaizumi just in time to see him effortlessly hook his third ballon, and he... accidentally nudges Imaizumi’s weight-bearing arm as he leans over the tank, sending him face first into the water. Hey, they’re still rivals-- it’s not like Naruko could be expected to control himself when an opportunity like this presented itself.
(He isn’t particularly successful at explaining this to an angry, sputtering Imaizumi.)
Step 3: Get masks. It'll be like having matching jewellery, except a thousand times cooler.
Delayed by a grumpy Imaizumi using the hem of his yukata to towel off, they barely have time to find a tiger mask and a rabbit mask before the fireworks. But they do, and Naruko takes it as a sign that his prayer for luck is already being answered.
Step 4: Kissing under the fireworks. Fireworks are super romantic. We can kiss and I’ll hold his hand and everything, he'll love romance shit like that.
They find a perfect place to watch the fireworks on a small rise in the ground that’s set a bit apart from the rest of the festival, where the sounds of other people are dimmed. It was a very romantic spot. Perfect, even.
Which is why Naruko is offended when Imaizumi doesn’t seem interested in taking advantage of this fact in the slightest.
Instead, he is standing with his back ramrod straight and his eyes fixed on the sky as the first of the fireworks begins to light the sky and okay the fireworks were nice but Naruko is here and ready to be kissed and Imaizumi is acting as if standing and watching the fireworks is really the point to this whole thing.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Imaizumi hisses, dragging his eyes away from the fireworks once he inevitably notices the first tugs on his yukata sleeve.
“I’m making use of the mood,” Naruko insists mulishly, trying to get the proper leverage to either drag Imaizumi’s head down to his level or himself up to Imaizumi’s level. At this point, he isn’t particularly picky as to which, he just wants some mouth-on-mouth contact now, damn it.
“Stop trying to climb me, you little idiot, it’s not going to work!”
“Well, if you weren’t just standing there doing nothing then maybe I wouldn’t have to--”
Somewhere in the midst of their flailing Naruko manages to accidentally kick Imaizumi’s legs out from under them, because the next thing he knows, he and Imaizumi are careening down the rise (more of a hill really, as was rapidly becoming apparent), still tangled together with matching expressions of surprised horror on their faces.
They eventually roll to a stop and for a while they simply lie in a heap at the foot of the hill, stunned.
Naruko blinks, initially wondering if the lights dancing in his eyes were from the fall until he clues in that he’s on his back and that the lights are actually fireworks. He sits up with a groan, rubbing his head as his eyes fall on Imaizumi, who is still lying motionless on the grass.
“Hey, Hotshot, are you okay?” he asks, nudging the prone figure with his toe. He doesn’t think it was a particularly bad fall, but as a cyclist he’s aware of the dangers of head injuries, so he has cause for slight concern.
He doesn’t have long to worry, however, because Imaizumi almost immediately rolls over upon hearing his voice and fixes Naruko with a glare. “No thanks to you,” he gripes, ignoring the hand Naruko offers in favour of dragging himself into a seated position and attempting to straighten his rumpled yukata. “What the hell were you thinking anyways?” he asks. “Were you trying to knock me down again?”
“Pfft,” Naruko can barely stifle his laughter. “You poor misled Hotshot. I wasn’t trying to knock you down this time.”
“Really.”
“Yeah,” Naruko says with a grin. “I was just trying to kiss you, that’s all.”
“That’s--” Imaizumi cuts himself off, his pale face colouring. “Why?”
“Why-- what do you mean, ‘why’? It’s nothing we haven’t done before,” Naruko complains, drawing his legs up to his chest. “We’re on a date, we’re alone and I figured it was just... the obvious next step?”
Imaizumi is just staring at him, still notably red-looking.
“Yeah, well... whatever, it’s no big deal I guess,” Naruko says, deliberately affecting a nonchalant voice. “It’s not like--”
Then something amazing happens.
Imaizumi leans over, and suddenly Naruko is aware of the fact that they are kissing. Rather, that he is the one being kissed. By Imaizumi.
It’s not like they haven’t kissed before, of course-- Naruko is a tactile person, okay? But as far as he can remember, Imaizumi has never initiated one of their makeout sessions before. This, combined with the fact that Imaizumi’s pinched expression and red face are criminally adorable, means that Naruko can’t help but respond with enthusiasm.
He can check off ‘kissing under the fireworks’ from his list now, too. Score.
“That was particularly...” Imaizumi says when they finally break apart, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grimacing slightly, “... damp.”
“Shut up, Hotshot. Like you’re any better,” Naruko shoots back, although his words are lacking their usual bite. In fact, it’s hard to think of much to be unhappy about at all-- he had gotten to eat a some delicious food, kicked ass at balloon fishing, and had just made out with Imaizumi Shunsuke, the only boy Naruko had ever met who needed a separate room in his house just to store all of his bikes and could make helmet-hair look like a cool fashion statement. Life was good.
They sit next to each other for the remainder of the fireworks, comfortable in each other’s closeness, and Naruko wonders if this is what he can expect life to be like from now on. It was weird to think that soon everything would be changing, and he and Imaizumi would be graduating and presumably going off to university, leaving their days as members of the Sohoku Cycling Club far behind them. It would be painful-- there were a lot of good memories here-- but maybe it wouldn’t be all bad. Maybe he would be able to stay with Imaizumi, and they could cycle together in university and eventually, for the rest of their lives.
Naruko thinks that maybe it would all be okay, if he could have just this one thing.
As the festival draws to a close and people begin to leave, Naruko is happy to surmise that despite some relatively small hitches in his plan, his date with Imaizumi had been nearly perfect.
At least, that’s what he thought at first.
“You know... “ Imaizumi says suddenly, as they make their way toward the exit. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Naruko snorts. “What, make out at a festival?”
“At a festival or... anywhere else,” Imaizumi admits awkwardly, like he’s revealing some great secret. “At least, not before you.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Imaizumi glares. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that you were so well-informed about my personal life.”
“Hey, hey, you don’t have to get all defensive about it,” Naruko laughs, holding up his arms in surrender. “After all, it’s not like I’ve done much more of this than you. Well, some maybe-- I’m pretty popular, you know, and I’ve gotta say, I made waaay better use of my teenage years than you did-- but it’s not like I’ve gone all the way yet, either.”
Imaizumi glances at him, red visibly creeping up his neck again. “By... ‘all the way,’ you mean...”
“Sex, yeah! What else would I be talking about?” Naruko asks.
And, idiotically, this is the moment that Naruko, giddy on endorphins, decides he should tell Imaizumi about his plan.
“Don’t you know, Hotshot?” Naruko asks, grinning. “There’s an unspoken rule that you’re supposed to lose your virginity before you turn eighteen. Just because you’re a lost cause doesn’t mean I’ve given up yet.”
It was intended as a lighthearted comment, but there is dead silence for several long moments afterward.
“I see,” Imaizumi says, and although his voice is perfectly level there is something about it that sounds a bit off. “So you think that it’s embarrassing to be a virgin at eighteen and you want to... do that with someone before your birthday in a week from now.”
“Yeah?”
Imaizumi frowns, and Naruko can almost see the gears spinning and clicking away in his head as he thinks. “You’ve been planning this... a long time, haven’t you?” Imaizumi eventually asks. “Meaning that that was always the end goal of this... thing that we’re doing?”
“Well, sort of?” Naruko attempts, confused by the question. “I mean, it’s kind of--”
“Answer the question, Naruko!” Imaizumi snaps unexpectedly, causing Naruko to jump.
“Well... yes, I guess so,” he admits, wishing not for the first time that he understood half of what goes on in Imaizumi’s head. “Maybe I kind of assumed--”
Imaizumi lets out a breath, and Naruko thinks it sounds weirdly disappointed. “Fine,” Imaizumi says, in a cold voice he usually reserves for complete strangers. “Feel free to continue assuming, and if you don’t mind, I’ll make my own way home.”
And then he is gone, before Naruko can even begin to wonder where he screwed up.
--
Needless to say, this little mix-up was undoubtedly why there is a distinct lack of hand-holding and romantic gestures come Monday.
Or more to the point, a lack of Imaizumi in general. Naruko had ridden his bike all the way to Imaizumi’s house with every intention of apologizing, or at least attempting to explain himself and making (irresistible) puppy eyes until he was forgiven, but when he knocks on the large front door he's informed by someone who looks suspiciously like a butler that Imaizumi had already left for school.
It was disappointing, but not entirely unexpected, Naruko tells himself as he pedals away from Imaizumi’s house, trying to soothe the sense of unease he was beginning to feel creeping up on him. Imaizumi and Naruko both train in the mornings, so maybe Imaizumi had just happened to leave a bit earlier today. That was all-- it wasn’t like he was deliberately avoiding Naruko, or was actually angry with him or anything...
Naruko grits his teeth, hoping that he’d meet up with Imaizumi at school soon so he’d be able to put his fears to rest.
But of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy.
It turns out that Naruko really should have listened to those nagging little voices in the back of his head because uh, yes Imaizumi is definitely still angry and is absolutely avoiding him. Naruko might have praised him on his acting skills, with how readily he feigns deafness whenever Naruko tries to speak to him (except he wouldn’t, because Imaizumi’s acting skills suck), but under the circumstances it is difficult to be anything other than irritated.
And maybe just a little bit... sorry that he’d been the one to put that closed-off expression on Imaizumi’s face in the first place.
But only a bit.
The main problem here, as far as Naruko can see, is that they clearly needed to talk about this (communication is important in relationships-- everyone says so), but Imaizumi isn’t exactly making things easy for him. If Naruko tries taking a seat next to Imaizumi, he leaves. If Naruko tries to approach him during practice, Imaizumi outpaces him.
Normally Naruko would relish the challenge, but under these circumstances it's just tiresome, especially with time flying by as quickly as it is. Days pass by and before he knows it, his long-anticipated eighteenth birthday has finally arrived and he is still on the rocks with his disaster of a boyfriend.
This obviously wasn’t going to do at all. At this point he is almost tempted to give up on his dreams of not spending the entirety of his birthday in an un-virginal state, but he’d be damned if he ends up spending it single as well.
So Naruko does the only sensible thing that he can do under the circumstances, which is to wait until everyone else leaves the club room after practice before locking himself and said boyfriend inside, pulling up a corner of the screen and tossing the key out the window.
Imaizumi takes this predictably poorly.
“Naruko,” Imaizumi says through clenched teeth, his voice still sounding relatively normal, albeit slightly constipated. This is how it always starts though-- the calm before the storm. “If you had any idea what’s good for you, you’d let me out right now.”
“Hmmm, let me think... no. See Hotshot, if I let you out it would defeat the purpose of me locking you in here in the first place,” Naruko grins, flicking the latch on the window shut for good measure. “We’re going to use this opportunity to have a nice, long discussion about our feelings.”
“I’m not going to sleep with you,” Imaizumi snaps.
Ouch. Okay, so he deserves that maybe. But still.
“S’funny, I don’t recall bringing that up,” Naruko says. “We’re just going to talk.”
“You brought it up at the festival readily enough.”
Naruko sighs-- they could start with the obvious, then. “Okay, let’s talk about that.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Imaizumi says coldly. “I’m not interested in compromising myself to help you satisfy a useless goal for a meaningless reason.”
“Compromising yourself?” Naruko asks in surprised disbelief, anger sizzling its way through his veins despite his best attempts to keep it at bay. “Compromising yourself ? Is that what you think you were doing?”
“What did you think we were doing, then?” Imaizumi challenges.
“Um, dating?”
“Well apparently with you, they’re the same thing.”
“You know, If you really found the idea of sleeping with me so fucking offensive you could have just told me instead of storming off.”
“After you told me that you were just doing it so that you could say you slept with someone before your birthday-- how did you think I would react? It’s not like it even had to be me, did it?”
The statement is so shocking in its simplicity that it takes several moments for Naruko to actually register what Imaizumi had meant by it.
“What’s that supposed to mean, it didn’t have to be you? I was--” he stops suddenly, a horrifying thought occurring to him.
It was sort of funny (and by that he meant not funny at all), but this possibility had never actually crossed Naruko’s mind. Maybe it was easy for him to forget sometimes, since he is all-too aware of how tall, viciously talented and unfairly hot Imaizumi Shusuke is and the many ways he himself falls short in comparison-- sometimes literally. But Naruko, at least, knows better than to let things like that get to him. He knows that there are things he can do that Imaizumi can’t, that Imaizumi also has weaknesses of his own to face.
His biggest one being, of course, that despite his cool exterior and the absolute surplus of things Imaizumi seems to have going for him, his self-confidence is as shaky as Naruko’s grasp of Japanese History.
And maybe if Naruko had remembered this particular weakness of Imaizumi’s, he could have avoided walking into it like a fool.
“I can’t believe this,” Naruko says finally. “You’re an idiot, Hotshot, a complete and utter idiot.”
Imaizumi’s anger seems to have dissipated while Naruko was lost in his thoughts, leaving him strangely deflated.
“I’m beginning to see that,” he says, and he doesn’t look mad at all anymore, not really. He just looks kind of resigned and this is infinitely worse than his anger. “Now if we’re done here, I’d appreciate it if you could unlock the door and end this ridiculous--”
“Nononono we’re not done here by a long shot,” Naruko says, grabbing Imaizumi’s wrist before he can turn away. “You’re going to listen to me properly this time, and--”
“No, I think I’ve heard enough,” Imaizumi says, and he just seems tired. “There’s nothing that you could possibly say that would--”
“I love you.”
Imaizumi freezes. He remains unmoving for several long moments before he finally turns back to Naruko, a question forming in his eyes.
“Of course I love you. You thought that I just wanted you because you were there? See, Hotshot, that’s why I think you’re an idiot,” Naruko says, trying to emphasize just how much he means what he is saying. “I don’t get why you’re so determined not to see that I’m fucking crazy about you, but yes, actually, it did have to be you. I just thought...” he flushes, thinking of his stupid dream. “I just thought... well, people say it’s not cool if you’re still a virgin by the time you’re eighteen, and there wasn’t anyone else I’d want to do it with, so maybe I pushed too hard for something you didn’t want. I’m sorry-- I guess I really screwed up this time.”
Imaizumi is currently looking a bit shellshocked, but he still manages to stutter out, “N-no, you didn’t. Well, you did, but you weren’t... presuming too much, at least. I mean, it’s stupid that you’d think some rule about your eighteenth birthday was important, but... you matter a lot to me, okay?”
“Yes?” Naruko prompts hopefully, trying not to seem too eager.
Imaizumi takes a deep breath, obviously gathering his courage for this one statement. “So because it’s important to you and you’re important to me, I’m certainly not opposed to the idea of... making love with you.”
Why.
Naruko blanches. “Oh my god please tell me you didn’t just say what I think you said.”
“‘You’re important to me?’” Imaizumi asks. “Or was it ‘making love?’”
“Stop saying it like that!” Naruko howls, covering his ears. “It sounds so wrong.”
Imaizumi frowns, apparently confused. “It’s just a phrase. It’s not even that bad, it’s just ‘maki--’”
“Hotshot, I’m going to kiss you now,” Naruko says seriously. “And you’re going to stop saying... that thing.”
Imaizumi’s lips curl up in a smirk and okay yeah now he is definitely fucking with him. “Which thing was that again? Was it ‘making--’”
Naruko makes good on his threat, gripping the collar of Imaizumi’s uniform and tugging it down until Imaizumi’s face is within his reach. He presses their mouths together determinedly, managing to muffle the syllables before they could form, but he still feels Imaizumi’s smug grin against his lips, like he thinks he had gotten the better of the exchange.
Asshole.
It is their first kiss in nearly a week so they let it linger, not in any particular hurry to end it, but they eventually break apart, gasping for breath.
“Please tell me you’ll unlock the door now,” Imaizumi says eventually as his breath tickles Naruko’s nose, because of course that’s what he’d been thinking about while he was kissing Naruko. “I don’t want... it’s disgusting in here, and I think... if we were planning to keep going with this, we should do it somewhere that doesn’t smell like practice jerseys and Kaburagi’s body spray.”
That was slightly more acceptable.
But...
“See, I’d love to, Hotshot,” Naruko says, attempting to catch his breath. “But I just threw away our only key.”
Imaizumi stares at him. A moment passes, and he continues staring.
“What about the spare?”
“Onoda took it home.”
Imaizumi brings up his hand to massage his temples. “Then how exactly were you planning on getting out?”
“I just figured that if we took the screen out we could crawl through the window?”
Imaizumi doesn’t even have the decency to look surprised. “I don’t know why I expected anything different.”
Step 5: ???????? "Dicks are dicks, how hard can it be?" He draws a heart and circles it in red a few times. Flashy. Nice.
Imaizumi thinks about sex in the same way he thinks about gear shifts.
There's an assortment of lube and condoms spread out on the bedsheets, and Imaizumi is carefully reading through the labels of each and every one as Naruko squirms against him, wearing only his boxers. He's ready to punch Imaizumi in the mouth, either with his fist or with his mouth; he hasn't thought it out yet but he's getting there.
"This is really not sexy, Hotshot."
"We need to be prepared. I want to plan this out. Pace myself."
Naruko groans, presses his face into the pillow.
Naruko thinks about sex in the same way he thinks about a chase across the flats.
"Come on hotshot, fuck, fuck like that, faster, faster yes--"
Imaizumi groans, presses his face into the pillow.
(Step 6: Dream a little bigger, dream a little more. Go wild.)