He liked him more than he should have. Makoto understood this.
No other boy his age had this problem. This incredible urge to hold, love and protect... his cousin. His older cousin. His older, MALE cousin with whom he, as his parents and Naoya said countless times before, was practically a brother to.
But he hated that. He never once saw the two of them siblings.
And he hated that too.
And lately, it made him more frustrated than ever. Snapping at the albino, getting into petty arguments with him whenever he could… anything to drive a stake through his heart, to kill the emotions that he shouldn't be feeling.
But he couldn't.
So he apologized, suddenly one day, to the older male. And in the only moment he had ever seen Naoya off guard, he took his chance.
He kissed him.
And he liked that.
