OKAY! I've finally made revisions to this story and will hopefully make the updates consistent from a certain point on, so bare with me! Hope you enjoy, and feel free to leave a review!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to their rightful owner; Jun Maeda.

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"Yuzuru," a mischievous voice called, the speaker slowly making its way to the opposite side of the room, where a small mattress lay tucked in a corner with a young male on top of black bedsheets. The owner of the name stiffened in his sleep as his name was spoken, the slightly smaller male turning to face the room's opposite in his subconscious, refusing to open his eye-lids whlie doing so.

The following silence made the sleeping teen suck inwards, the thought of someone else subsiding in his room making his body steadily pull him out of sleep.

Still tired though, he had not been able to rationalize that the voice was now in fact a mere few feet away.

Piercing eyes looked calculatingly at the male in his awaking slumber. After all, the sleeping Yuzuru, with his black-T loosely fitted around his upper half, the shirt partially lifted over his well-built abdomen, started an unfortunate stirring in the watching person's gut. A black belt also adorned a slim waist, and a rather tight pair of skinny jeans came down to the ankles of the young male. The teen's pink hair was scattered messily atop the dark bed sheets, the strands moving and sliding in tune with the male's peaceful breathing.

The figure pressed his palm against the boy's stomach, earning a small groan from the pressure. The weight of the hand increased as the figure used its leverage to make its way on top of the male, releasing the hold to instead move its hand to the male's cheek, his eyes still closed.

A peaceful second went by as the figure watched the male, the boy's sleepy expression making him lick his lips thoughtfully. The mystery being then broke the tension when he leaned forward quickly, Yuzuru's eyes shooting open at the action, him gasping as amethyst eyes met his own.

"H-Hinata," the pinkette exclaimed, trying to free himself from under the blue-headed intruder. His attempt failed when the older-by-one-year male's arms pinned his body to the mattress beneath them.

"Shh," Hinata whispered as he pressed his index finger to the male's lips.

"But, what are you-," Yuzuru was cut off by yet another charge from the blue headed male. But instead of breaking the kiss as he should have, he held it in longer while distracting the younger teen and poking him in the sides repetitively until the jabs finally willed the male in his hold to relax. Only until he was content that he hit the right spot, and that was only when he heard the steady breathing of the teen beneath him again, he pulled away from the male.

This 'spot' in which made the younger male fall back into slumber was something Hinata hadn't known of until just around the beginning of last year, where he'd only found out the secret location when they had been wrestling over some pointless argument and he accidentally came across it when he tried to pin the male to the floor. The teen went suddenly dead to the world and it frankly scared the shit out of the blue haired classmate, but when the boy woke up a couple hours later after Hinata put him up on a couch to regenerate just in case he actually had killed his friend during their play, the relief was obvious.

It wasn't like having killed him would have mattered anyway, but it was still something about being in the afterlife that made him feel like the life they were given still had meaning. In fact, he thought of it as even more special than the ones they previously had. Every time you died in the afterlife, Hinata felt it was one step closer to erasing your existence completely. And the same scared-shitless feeling that came with this thought was felt ten times over when he saw Yuzuru fall limp on the S.S.S club room floor after a relatively normal wrestling match.

When he was confident the pinkette was now sleeping, he broke the kiss.

"I'm sorry, but it seems I just don't have the guts yet," he whispered as a sad smile graced his lips.

In the morning the younger male would have no remembrance of what had happened earlier that night. He would act completely normal as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred just a mere few hours ago, and especially not with one of his most known best friends of the many non-relationship filled years they'd spent in the afterlife.

Hinata hesitated as he closed the door to leave Yuzuru's room. He had missed his chance again.

It was as if every chance he had gotten to tell him his feelings, the chance would always blow up in his face. If only Otonashi didn't act so unaffected when he tried to do something somewhat remotely close to things most couples did with each other. That stuff entitled holding hands, hugging, and fucking kissing, while the things he was trying to do weren't even in the same category like slinging an arm around the shoulder or sitting in the seat next to him at lunch.

I mean for christ's sake: was there any way to show your feelings for someone without completely violating them? God, it just began to eat at him! How long he'd liked him and not being able to pull any similar emotion out of the pink-haired male was finally taking its toll on the teen.

That's why sometimes he got frustrated with himself and somehow managed to grab the boy off somewhere and act like any 'other' normal person who had a crush on somebody.

'But I guess it is my fault,' he figured. 'Maybe he doesn't feel the same way, and I just keep making him uncomfortable at the end of the day by being uncalled for.'

He sighed.

If only he had the guts to tell him how he'd felt, would a huge weight be lifted off his chest. It was only the thought of getting rejected that kept him being unsure of himself and not being able to make quick decisions, which often resulted in things like what had happened tonight. He'd just have to try again another time.

Hopefully then he wouldn't hesitate. Hopefully then he'd do it right.

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