Looking at Takami with the critical eye of a formal idol, you can't help thinking that he is just the typical megane type, not particularly handsome or pretty. Shin would be more likely, with his bulky muscles and heavy, dark features. He would work hard at anything he did and probably easily surpass you in sales. Takami, on the other hand, has never been a rival. You barely noticed him until you left the label and realized what things are truly important.
Like becoming your own person. Like having faith and trust in someone else.
Somehow, without being particularly handsome or cool on a usual day, Takami looks fantastic in a yukata. He sits on the deck with bare feet and a bare face, looking up at the sky. It was the cold air from the open door that woke you up. Your stomach takes a nose-dive just looking at him and a rising buzzing whirl of anticipation and something else makes you feel dizzy as you push back the comforter silently and pad to the doorway. The back of your neck still feels bare at times like these, goosebumps rising and prickling.
Finally, he hears your breathing and looks back at you, squinting slightly in the dark. There is nothing for it but to step forward and sink to your knees beside him. You can feel your heart beat in your stomach and its hard to remember to breathe. You're leaning towards him before you even notice it, before you even decide to do anything. His eyes sparkle and the smile on his lips isn't the bittersweet one you know so well.
"Sakuraba" he whispers and it is close enough that his hot breath washes over your lips and makes you stomach clench as tight as a beartrap. Even the crickets seem to stop chirping as the moment stretches out to contain the entire kiss, from tingling first touch to the shudder and gasp of your tongues meeting. Time seems to rush back into place like a parted sea only when your back hits the smooth, polished wood and his fingers slide against your forehead, gliding into your cropped hair.
"Sakuraba," he whispers again and it is more of a groaning, pleading sound. You know, you know, you know Shin would never do this with you. He would never hold you gently like this and make his lips linger like this. Perhaps with someone else, but never you. And the wood is unyielding against your shoulders and hips, promising bruises and stiffness on the morrow, but Takami's body promises soft, loving heaven. You give in, as if you had ever stood a chance of refusing.
He takes your body apart looking for clues to your soul, and one hand is perpetually over your mouth to try and smother the whimpers and moans he arouses in you where he places his lips. He is naked beneath his yukata and you had never even dreamed that smooth skin could ever feel so hot and perfect against your own, not even in the months of wet dreams after you first held a woman's bare breast.
Your wrap everything you have in you around him and let him rock you to the pinnacle of your shared pleasure. His whispers nonsense into your ear and his gorgeous voice fills you up completely, leaving your head full of only a loose buzzing noise after. After you and he both finish, after he clings to you and presses his face into your sweaty neck, after you realize that he's sobbing, chest heaving against yours, after he pulls away and the bittersweet smile is back in place, just asking for you to kiss it away again, after he is surprised and laughs out loud before tumbling you both onto the futons and starting it all over again.
After, after, after, he is so handsome you could cry.