A/N: Just a warm up for draceempressa's headcanon that I'm going to write.
What are you thinking?
It never was easy for Kuga to open up about his feelings to others. He had always kept them bottled up inside himself. Heath always noticed this about him and as his friend, and because he was curious all the time about Kuga's thoughts, he would often ask him: 'What are you thinking?' whenever they were alone and silence pass between them.
It was difficult to ask Kuga about such an intimate question but the interest always got the better of him. He'd like to think that it was because he just wanted to know what's going on in his friend's mind. But really, he was afraid of the silence, nervous that if he kept quiet, Kuga will know how much his heart was beating frantically inside his chest. He was afraid Kuga will know about his feelings towards him that even he wasn't entirely sure of.
Heath was conflicted with the way Kuga gives him butterflies that a woman should be giving him. He had noticed this from the very first time they were acquainted with each other. Just looking at him made him feel flustered. Perhaps it was love at first sight. But for a boy who was raised to look only at women, to act in a manner befitting of a man, and all the things that came with such, it was difficult for him to accept that he was in love with his friend.
It was not that hard for Kyousuke to figure out about Heath's feelings though. It was obvious, in the way he uttered his name, in the way he would sometimes steal glances at him even in his demeanour when Tomoe goes home before them, leaving them by themselves.
"What are you thinking?" That was always Heath's ice breaker, his attempt to hide his feelings towards him when they were alone. Kyousuke would only look over to him, his face ineffable and he would respond, "nothing" breaking the possibility of further conversation. But Heath always manages to salvage things and that's what Kuga liked about him, his ability to speak whatever was on his mind, his skill to make people comfortable and feel at ease.
"Heath." He actually liked saying his name. Especially when Heath's asleep and he thinks he can call him by his first name without any reservations. That always put a smile on his stoic face. And before he knew it, what was once a friendly affection became something a whole lot like romantic love. The feeling was drowning him, it was smothering him, and sometimes he didn't know what to do.
Both never talked about how they felt for each other. They never opened up about how much they longed for each other. And even when they finally separated ways, Kuga could say nothing to him. But as always Heath asks:
"What are you thinking?"
"What are you thinking?"
Those words always echoed. For Kuga, it always reverberated within him and sometimes he felt like answering it with:
"You."
. . I am thinking of you.