When did this become something so normal?
The stare he received from Yoite, who sat across the room. Blue eyes focused so intently on him that he would shiver. Eventually, Miharu would meet the gaze and greet it with the breath of the other's name.
Yoite.
He'd rise and approach him, hovering so far above his head that Miharu would tilt his head all the way back so that they could kiss. Yoite's hands were already working upwards from his thighs to his chest. His fingers weren't bare at first. But the warmth that Yoite desperately searched out seemed so far away. Panicking, he'd remove them and search again.
Today was special. Today was worse for Yoite. The palm of his hand couldn't find any warmth and Miharu's lips seemed to fade into the darkness. He didn't want that to miss the feeling of Miharu under his nails. He pushed further into Miharu's body in search of it.
The boy looked nice on his back. His knees raised up and face quietly fixated on Yoite, giving him permission; no, inviting him deeper. They entangled themselves together, knees brushing hips brushing cheeks brushing stomach brushing feet. The air between them burned and Yoite felt it everywhere that Miharu touched.
Afterwards, they lay together in relaxed silence. Yoite was calm now. Miharu's presence still tickled his remaining pink skin. It was the younger boy that covered them up to keep the heat between them and the sheets.
Miharu. Yoite's fingers reached up and stroked the other's hair. Miharu.
It was new and strange, but not entirely wrong. The days stayed normal. The warmth they found at night was not mentioned. Somehow, neither realized just what the searching meant to the other.
Miharu lay awake, eyes memorizing the sunken features of his Yoite's sleeping face. He didn't want to forget what he was seeing right this moment.
Yoite. Tears stung his eyes, but he refused to cry and wake the sleeping boy. This was what Yoite wanted for himself. To be erased. But.... I love you. I'm sorry, but I love you.