It's gotten to the point where Akihito doesn't even try to pretend that the hands on his waist aren't Hiromi's.

"Can you take those off of my waist?" he asks, and Hiromi wiggles his fingers. It's a really weird feeling. Akihito's glad that the school uniform includes enough layers so that he doesn't have to really feel it.

"But your waist is so wonderful, Akkey," Hiromi says. Akihito tries to edge away from him. Hiromi follows, his grip tightening. How someone can find so much enjoyment over touching his waist is beyond Akihito, especially since he's pretty sure that he doesn't resemble Mitsuki in the least.

Eventually, though, Hiromi lets go of him and he turns around, only to be faced with a sight that he's not quite sure he was ready for.

Hiromi is wearing glasses.

It's weird, because Akihito likes girls in glasses, like Mirai and that one time that Mitsuki put on glasses, but Hiromi's looks are made about thirty times better with the addition of a pair of glasses. He's smirking like the asshole he is, mouth half-hidden by that ridiculous scarf. "Y-you…" Akihito says, trailing off. He can't take his eyes off of those stupid glasses. Hiromi looks almost…. well, he looks almost cute. It's so annoying. "Take those off right now."

"Aw, I thought you liked glasses," Hiromi says, pouting a little. It's so weird. Why is he so cute? He's not supposed to be cute. He's just that asshole that hangs out on the roof that isn't supposed to be cute.

"On cute girls," Akihito says, more than slightly annoyed, and also slightly wanting Hiromi to never take off those glasses. He'd at least be more bearable to be around if he looked like this all the time… wait, no, that's wrong. "Last I checked, you're not a cute girl."

Hiromi manages to sneak up next to him to wrap an arm around his waist. It's tight enough so that Akihito notices, but it's not quite tight enough so that he can complain. Damn it. Hiromi has this down. Akihito tries to wriggle free, but Hiromi just adjusts his grip and Akihito is positively stuck. "I'm not letting go unless you admit I'm cute," Hiromi says. Akihito sighs.

"Fine. With the glasses, you're cute. Now let go of me."

Hiromi smirks, kisses him off the cheek, and promptly throws the glasses as far away from the two of them as he possibly can. Akihito stares after them, horrified. He did not just do that. What… no. Akihito is not going to accept that. He turns, ready to yell and possibly hit Hiromi in the face, but Hiromi's face is far too close and they end up colliding. Akihito squeaks as Hiromi slumps into him, lips brushing against his cheek again and getting dangerously close to his own mouth. Hiromi is still smirking, the scarf unraveling a bit and only making Akihito angrier. This scarf-clad asshole with a sister complex, who was still managing to be cute even though the glasses had been discarded, is practically on top of him and it is ridiculously, annoyingly awesome.

Hiromi's face is still incredibly close to Akihito's, and it's still a little weird. Hiromi has also managed to get his hands around Akihito's waist again, and it's annoying but not as annoying as it is when Hiromi kisses him full on the mouth.

After Hiromi's done kissing him, he steps away, readjusting his scarf and smirking again. "Well, Akkey, I think I found a piece of your body that I like even more than your perfect waist."

wow there's finally a archive for this but yeah this got pretty popular on tumblr so i decided to put it here i wrote this a while ago like mid-october i think but yeah