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“It was nice having you over Yosuke, but you gotta go now. My girlfriend’s coming over and I gotta get ready.”
His stomach sank. Of course.
Yu, the most popular and handsome guy at school, of course had girls flocking towards his side. Of course his girlfriend was the famous idol Risette. Perfect high school sweethearts, the envy of Yasogami.
He wondered how an utter loser like him managed to end up with a best friend like that.
“Y-yeah… of course. Hope you two have fun.”
Yu smiled. The lazy creaking from the ceiling fan did little to cool his warming face.
Hot summer afternoons listening to CDs in Yu’s room made it so easy to forget the distance between them. For a sweet syrupy moment, Yosuke could forget that Yu was in a relationship, that he probably didn’t even like boys.
A sappy whispering part of Yosuke wants to pretend they’re on a date when they’re alone together, like it’s him that Yu wants to hold instead of her.
Yu left his room to go to the bathroom, leaving Yosuke to see himself out.
The waning sun streaming through the blinds cast rich golden streams on the room, carrying the same sluggish, gilded sadness as a 5 PM on a Sunday. Yosuke’s mood felt no lighter. He wondered how such a beautiful glow managed to flood the room with melancholy.
Voices and footsteps drew closer. Yosuke had zoned out for so long that he didn’t hear the doorbell ring or Yu get out of the shower. It was assumed he was gone. Panicking, Yosuke dove behind the slightly ajar closet door, nimble fingers pulling the door closed as silently as possible.
His heart raced at what felt like a million miles an hour. Rise was giggling about some mundane school drama, Yu chuckling along at her merriment.
They sat on the edge of Yu’s futon for a while, just chatting and catching up. Yosuke could hear his hot breaths in front of his face, attempting to exist as quietly as possible despite the frenzied staccato his heart thumped at. Dilated pupils peered through the crack in the door, the slipping sunlight streaming through to illuminate a sliver of his face. The wooden door stuck to his sticky cheek when he leaned on it.
It was so damn hot inside that damn closet, shoved tight against piles of old clothes and boxes. Yosuke shifted uncomfortably as he felt sweat trickle down his nape, dampening the collar of his V-neck.
Just a little more time. He just needed to wait until they left the room so he could dash downstairs and out the door and escape this whole mess that has his stomach in knots.
That’s when Yu softly kissed Rise. Yosuke’s eyes widened, pulse somehow rising even faster.
She leaned into it. The kiss got even more heated, tongue and teeth clashing, light moans and sighs decorating the air. Rise pushed Yu down on the futon.
Fuck , he couldn’t rip his eyes away. He should be horrified. This was so wrong. He couldn’t miss a moment of it.
Rise’s skirt rode up as she rocked over Yu’s crotch, Yu pushing up into her in tandem.
It was so fucked up how much he loved being there watching this, how hot and bothered this made him. It was so depraved how mesmerized he was with every movement. How he noticed when Yu’s lips parted when he let out a soft groan, his lightly flushed cheeks.
God, he would give anything to be the friction on the seat of Yu’s jeans right now.
Minutes felt like years. Yosuke shifted so that his head leaned back against the door, clamping his hand over his mouth in an attempt to ground himself. Tears welled up in his eyes. His knuckles were turning white from gripping the carpet beneath him.
He felt like he was going crazy. He couldn’t look anymore. He can’t. His heart was thoroughly shredded and bleeding. His chest had a cavity that numbed him, an all-consuming black hole.
Yosuke couldn’t hear Rise’s remark about how late they would be to their reservation if they didn’t leave now, he was too busy choking on silent sobs.