Disclaimer: Takumi-kun belongs to Gotou Saichou. Well, Takumi belongs to Gii, but the story belongs to Gotou Saichou.
Arata leaned against the wall, watching silently as Shingyouji undressed. He was clumsy in pulling off hisshirt. In the mirror, Arata could see his red cheeks. He held back a smile. He became transfixed on the younger's chest. He had never seen his partner naked before; it was beautiful. He was beautiful.
Shingyouji slid on the green floral T-shirt. Arata smirked – so like Shingyouji. He wanted to make Arata happy so much; he didn't care if things were right and wrong. He stepped closer – chest to back – and folded the collar. His hands traveled further down, buttoning. They were so close – oh, how he had missed this scent. This innocent scent filled with pure love and…Shingyouji. "This shirt looks nice." He murmured. Vaguely, he noticed Shingyouji agree. He looked at him in the mirror, smirking even more. His hands continued to travel south, feeling the well-toned chest beneath the silk shirt. "Were you throwing me away?"
"Eh?" Shingyouji looked at him with surprised eyes.
The shirt was buttoned and he let his hands push against the chest. He wanted to remember this feeling, this moment. Unconsciously, he buried his nose in Shingyouji's hair. More than anything, he wanted to remember this scent. "Even though you invited me out, you're going out with Hayama and Saki." His arms wrapped tighter around the younger's waist. "Just what were you thinking?"
Shingyouji turned around quickly, his wide-eyes pleading for Arata's anger to diminish. "That was…" Looking into those eyes, completely aware of how close his crush was, he blushed and bowed his head.
Arata scoffed. "And in the first place," Shingyouji looked up in curiosity and those eyes had him frozen. "Not being by your owner's side when he's feeling sick makes you a bad pet." Shingyouji bit his lip and blushed again. Anger boiled in him. He could see Shingyouji spending time with Hayama. "How come you didn't visit me even once?"
He, once again, bowed his head. "That…I'm really sorry."
"You thought you could do that now that you'd already cast me aside? But you can't; do you understand?"
Shingyouji looked up at him – again with those big puppy-dog eyes. He fell against Arata, holding him tight. Arata hugged back, his arms moving up to the younger's shoulders – he held on tight. He breathed in, "This shirt feels pretty nice." Shingyouji feels nice. "Shingyouji, let's pick this. Wear this, and during the summer vacation, go on a date with me."
"Eh?" Shingyouji pulled away and stared up at him.
"What? You don't want to?" His smirk returned. But inside he felt the fear that Shingyouji would actually not want to go.
"No." Shingyouji gently shook his head, "I really want to."
The smirk faded and for once, Shignyouji saw Arata's true smile. "Really?"
They shared an intense gaze. "I love you, Arata-san."
He would never tire of hearing that. "Shingyouji…" He leaned forward and kissed him. Shingyouji melted into him. He tasted chocolate.
