A/N: Hey guys! This is my first yaoi fanfic, so please be nice. For the story, I'll try to keep the anime's plot line out of it (there will still be references, but events that happen in the anime may not necessarily impact the story, and I may choose to overlook things.) just because it gets rather messy if I follow it. Slight OOC but nothing major and I tried my best to keep it as in character as possible. Without further ado, here's the story! Please enjoy.

He supposed it was because of that day. Perhaps it was Mitsuki's fault. Perhaps it was his own. Maybe it was even his fault. But indubitably, it had led him here, and he had no idea how to deal with it.

Hiroomi lay on a park bench, hands behind his head, and looked up at the night sky. The only thing his eyes reflected was the winking stars and the bright, bright moon; and revealed none of the chaotic turmoil that raged within him. He sighed and moved so he was lying on the side, a hand tucked under his head, looking at the old, tattered wood of the bench, where people had etched things like 'Harry and Maria forever' and crudely drawn genitalia. Hiroomi scrunched his eyes shut and curled so his knees hit the back of the bench, and sighed again.

This isn't what he asked for.

This isn't what he asked for at all.

Hiroomi had always been protective of Akihito from the first time he met him, when he met the quiet, rebellious blond boy, sitting forlornly on his couch, looking like someone no one his age should look, and was absolutely taken by him. But he dismissed it, thinking it was only because he viewed Akkey as a younger brother. First mistake.

As the days he spent with him slowly built up, and as he slowly got to know him, the real Akihito, behind the mask of a broken child, Hiroomi slowly started to feel…something. Akihito changed and they started having play fights and flirty banter and they joked around, and he was content with the meaningless joy of being with Akihito. And he dismissed it as friendship. Second mistake.

When Akihito turned into a youmu and he couldn't stop him, Hiroomi felt endless waves of hopelessness. And as he lay, slowly fading out of consciousness, and saw that Kuriyama Mirai could help him, he felt the undeniable pang of jealousy and inferiority. Even after the event, he had mulled it over constantly in his mind, before dismissing it as the intense desire to help a friend. Third mistake.

And now he was at the crossroads of the fourth.

They were sitting at the club room at lunch on a lazy, sunny day, both absorbed in their books, until Akihito spoke up.

"Hey Hiroomi."

"Mm?"

"Remember how I told you Mirai came over to my house?" Hiroomi looked up from his book, and raised his eyebrow, looking at the blond who had lowered his book.

"Mirai?" Akihito chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

"Sorry, I meant Kuriyama-san. Anyway, that's not the point. She saw a visitor was over, it was Sakura by the way," He added quickly, darting a sideways look at Hiroomi. "And you know what she said?"

"…What?" Hiroomi put his book down.

"She asked if it was you! Can you believe that?" Akihito chuckled and sat backwards on his chair, and put on his best Mirai impression. "She was all like, "Akkey, was your waist more than 'hot'?!" before totally freaking out." Akihito started laughing quietly, doubling over and clutched at his stomach.

Hiroomi remained quiet, a million thoughts a minute.

Why did he feel so crushed?

Why did he feel a sudden animosity towards Kuriyama?

Why is Akihito laughing?

Why did he feel so damn frustrated?

Then it had finally clicked. As if someone had been pushing and pushing and pushing at a rusty, stubborn lever and it had finally gave way.

He liked Akihito.

The thought hit him like someone had punched him in the gut. Hard. Everything was a bit slow to him, his mind stuck in replay.

I like Akihito.

I like Akihito.

"-mi. Hiroomi!" Someone grabbed him. He looked up, at the concerned face of the blond. Shivering slightly, Hiroomi pushed him away gently.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something." He gave a forced smile.

"Thinking? Are you sure your brain can handle that?" Hiroomi chuckled and Akihito frowned. He flicked the younger male's forehead.

"Don't frown, you'll get wrinkles."

After that he had run out, leaving a justifiably confused Akihito behind, and just left school. It didn't matter. He didn't go to class anyway. Class bored him and the curious eyes did nothing to help. At one point Akihito managed to make him go to class, but after 2 solid days of school, he couldn't take it anymore. He went straight back to skipping.

And here he was, lying on the bench in the middle of a shitty park, with thoughts he'd rather not have in his head. Mitsuki had texted him (to say that she was going to be late, and not to look for her) and for a while that lifted his spirits, but his forced excitement about his sister seemed pathetic even to him, and he felt even more miserable, so Hiroomi opted to curl on the park bench instead.

The thing that made his head hurt was that he wasn't scared of gays or anything, and he wasn't on a grand journey of self-discovery or anything like that. He had known people that were homosexual, and they were still good people, so he felt none of the prejudice. Even when he had found out he had this love for Mitsuki, it didn't deter him at all, and he took it in stride without so much as a blink, but when it came to Akihito, everything in him just seemed to shut down. His breath would hitch and his mind would grind to a halt and everything was just so, so confusing. He sighed again and rubbed his head and suddenly felt someone's hands at his waist.

Hiroomi jolted forward and his head hit the park bench.

"What the-"He muttered, turning around angrily, while rubbing his poor, bruised forehead.

"Na, Hiroomi."

There was Akihito, squatting down, looking up at him with his honey eyes, an eyebrow quirked and in his casual clothes. Hiroomi nearly had a heart attack, and he did a double take, before vaulting over the bench and hiding behind it. He poked his head up, and Akihito stood on the other side, slightly irritated.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"I-I'm not." Hiroomi looked away, hoping to god the blond didn't notice the blush on his cheeks.

"You're hiding behind a bench." Akihito sounded beyond irritated now. "Now tell me, why are you avoiding me?"

Hiroomi stood up slowly, still gripping the bench tightly and looked away.

"I'm…"

"Yes?" Akihito impatiently prompted.

Hiroomi's mind ran all over the place, searching left, right, up and down for an excuse. "I…uh," Then he had an idea. He took a deep breath, then said,"I...had-eaten-something-off-and-I-felt-the-n eed-to-fart-but-I-didn't-want-to-do-it-in-the-club room-so-I-left-and-I-still-smell-that's-why." Then quickly shut up to gauge Akihito's response. The blond stood with an intense thinking face, his hand on his chin.

After a seeming eternity of silence, Akihito finally nodded.

"I see." Akihito put a hand on Hiroomi's shoulder. "You're a good friend Hiroomi. Thank you for not stinking up the clubroom." The younger male looked sincerely thankful and Hiroomi could feel another migraine coming on. Sighing, he wriggled out of the blond's grip, still blushing slightly.

"….I'm…um, I'm going to go home. M-Mitsuki's waiting for me." Hiroomi said, looking sideways before turning on his heels and left, walking quickly before turning a corner and breaking into a run.

Akihito sighed.

"He's not going to tell me huh…?" The blond looked up, admiring the moon and smiled sadly. "How pretty…" Akihito closed his eyes and let the wind flow over his face, then turned and left for home.

A/N: How's that? More coming soon~ Please like and review. Much obliged.