The door opened and slammed behind Aoi, a loud 'GOD!' was screamed and long, trembling arms wrapped themselves around his waist.
"God." Uruha's weak voice reached his ears again. Aoi smirked and turned to face the blonde, putting his own arms over his shoulders. "Uh? What happened?"
"A group of girls recognized me while I walked home." He mumbled, pressing their chests together. Aoi raised an eyebrow.
"So?"
"So, they were like 'OHGOD! URUHAURUHA!!' and they jumped on me and made me fall and attacked me, and-" His wide eyes and lips were hidden behind wet hair as a half-assed attempt to hide a happy, happy smile.
The brunette rolled his eyes and let go of Uruha. "For a second I almost thought you were worried about something serious."
"Hey, it is serious! They practically raped me!" The blonde exclaimed indignantly.
"Oh yeah. Like that?" Aoi asked and pushed Uruha onto the sofa, jumping over him. "OHMYGOD! URUHA! REALLY FUCKING URUHA! LET'S EAT HIIIM"
"AOI! Let go of me!"
"Hell no. Consider yourself kidnapped." Aoi smirked, taking Uruha's bottom lip between his teeth. "Do you think fangirls attack and then just let go? Silly, silly Uruha."
"Aoi, I said-AOI!!" Uruha yelled as Aoi's hand laid not-so-innocently at his thigh and near places. He pouted.
"Aw. Won't you let me molest you? You're not a nice target."
Uruha sighed, pushing the brunette away. "Bad enough to have them outside."
"Too late for you." Aoi smiled and pulled the blonde on his lap, kissing his lips softly. "I'm already your fangirl."
He blinked and smiled back. "I wouldn't mind having an Aoi fangirl, though."
"Great. I promise I'll be a gentle fangirl."
"Oh, I'd say there's no need to do that…"
"Watch your words, Uruha. You know… Fangirls can be dangerous."
"… We'll see about that." Uruha smirked and captured his fangirl's lips.