Akaito's red eyes slowly moved left to right, the festive Christmas lights reflecting off of them. He was currently being pushed by his persistent brother, into the almost crowded kitchen.
"Where are you taking me?" Akaito asked, looking back at his brother. Kaito said nothing but only stopped them in the middle of the door.
"Oh crap, I forgot my scarf outside!" Kaito yelled, looking back.
"Smooth move, bro." Akaito teased, smirking.
"I'll be right back so... stay there!" Kaito then turned and started jogging away. He would do anything for his scarf, even sacrifice the people's feet that he unintentionally continued to step on as he jogged through.
Akaito rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.
"Akaito?" Akaito looked down and he jumped slightly, his arms immediately coming uncrossed.
"Woah, don't scare me like that, you're not supposed to suddenly appear right on top of someone, Amaha-san."
"Oh sorry!" She grinned and laughed. Akaito chuckled a bit with her.
"Anyway, what's up-,"
"Akaito-Onii-san!" Akaito's eyes widened, and he looked past Amaha, who also turned around, to see Miku quickly walking up to the two.
Miku walked up, grabbed his arm, then quickly towed him away.
Amaha continued to stand there, an expression that was a mix of confusion and surprise on her face.
Suddenly, Kaito ran up.
"Amaha-san! Whe-Where did Akaito go?" Kaito asked, looking around.
"Oh, Miku came down and so he-,"
"Look! They're under a mistletoe!"
Miku roughly dragged Akaito up the steps, seeming to use all the force that she had, Akaito was actually currently on his knees, using his one hand that Miku didn't have hold on to help by pushing himself, all the while attempting to not look up her skirt.
Miku opened a door, and threw Akaito inside, closing the door immediately after.
Akaito layed there, face first on the floor, his rump flaunting about in the air.
"A-Akaito-san!" Akaito's eyes moved upwards, where he saw Mikuo sitting on his bed, looking quite terrified.
"Oh, hey Mikuo." Akaito took this moment to straighten himself out. He now sat on the floor, his back resting against the wall, and his hands holding his feet back as he sat Indian-style.
"What are you doing in here?" Mikuo asked, his face, seeming to not being able to catch a break, now once again red.
"That's sort of what i'm asking myself too."
An awkward silence then took place. Mikuo constantly looking over at Akaito, who was looking down at his shoes.
"So uh... did anything interesting happen downstairs?" Mikuo asked as he finally got the guts to do so.
"No, nothing really, my brother was just acting weird.. oh yeah, he wanted to show me something, apparently." Akaito remembered, however he continued to sit.
Mikuo looked away, biting his bottom lip.
"Well... aren't you going to go see what he wants?" Akaito shook his head.
"Nah, I already know what he wants." Mikuo blinked a bit.
"You do?" Akaito nodded with a small smile on his face.
"He obviously wants to show me some kind of new ice cream flavor that was released." Mikuo blinked again, confused. "He had the face that he always has on when he shows me something like that."
"Oh." Mikuo looked up. Maybe he was wrong about the whole thing, maybe Kaito wasn't going to do the whole prank after all.
"Anyway, why aren't you down there exactly? Too many people?"
"Yeah." Mikuo answered, honestly without thinking, in all actuality, he didn't care about the amount of people that were down there.
"Well it's not that bad, it's just all us friends meeting together again." Mikuo looked over at him. This time, they shared the look. Their eyes looking right into the other's.
"Akaito." Mikuo asked slowly.
"Yeah?" Akaito answered.
"Do you... um.. is there anyone here that... you like?" Akaito blinked.
"You mean in this room." Mikuo's face flamed and then yelled his next response.
"No! That's not- I didn't mean!" Akaito laughed at the reaction.
"I was just kidding," Mikuo sighed.
"Well... do you? I-in the house in general, I mean." Akaito looked up, possibly questioning himself.
"Mmm, not exactly, not that I know of." Mikuo looked down at his knees.
"Oh...," He then quickly looked up, "Wait, not even Amaha-san?" Akaito chuckled.
"Not really; why would you think that?" Somehow, a wave of relief washed over Mikuo, and an actual smile began to form.
"Oh, uh, no reason." He chuckled looking away. Akaito chuckled as well. He then stood up.
"You seem really happy about that." Akaito spoke. Mikuo immediately wiped the smile off.
"I, I just made a bet, that's all." He looked away again.
Akaito sighed.
"That seems like an obvious lie." Mikuo frowned at him. Akaito grinned.
"Look, you're even become a lot more expressive than just shocked, blushing faces." Mikuo closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to look at him.
"Could it be... that..," Mikuo gasped as the feeling of the bed changed, as a new weight got on, "You actually... have feelings for me?" Mikuo rolled over, refusing to look at his face. Akaito rested his chin onto the other's arm. Shocking Mikuo to the point where he was frozen from moving. "Or.. I could be wrong? You actually feel nothing for me at all?" With that little motivation, Mikuo jumped up, staring at him.
Akaito smirked; it was then, where Mikuo realized that he had already given away all his years of hiding. He could no longer hide the truth now, it was official.
Akaito slowly leaned forward, pushing his nose into the other's cheek lightly. Mikuo definitely couldn't hold back the blushing. It came quick and dark, over his face.
"You don't... find it weird..?" Mikuo questioned, his eyes sparkling.
"Of course not... you know, I don't mind at all." Mikuo looked into his eyes, as if trying to find a way to know if he was currently lying.
"But... it just came out of nowhere.. and you're just so acceptin-," Akaito pushed Mikuo down, pushing his nose into his neck.
"Yeah, it came out of nowhere," Akaito started, Mikuo shivered at the feel of the other's breath on his neck, "but... you know, it's not as if i'm inexperienced to these feelings, besides, I wouldn't mind to try dating."
Mikuo's eyelids came down a bit.
"But... doesn't that mean.. you don't actually like me back?" Akaito brought his head up, so that he now looked down at him, a soft smile sat on his face.
"Feelings are weird, you know, Mikuo, they come fast and go fast. So we might as well try it out while it lasts you know." Mikuo frowned.
"But...," Akaito shushed him.
"Come on.. just go with the flow okay, you never know, I could just fall head-over-heels for you."
Mikuo blushed. He sat up, causing Akaito to move back.
"I don't think I want this. I think... I want mutual feelings." Mikuo spoke quietly. Akaito continued to smile.
"Okay." He then moved off, getting off the bed.
"Wait," Akaito stopped as Mikuo's hand clutched his arm, "I mean... we can still... go out." Akaito cocked an eyebrow. "I'll just wait... until you begin to actually like me too."
"Are you sure?" Akaito asked. Mikuo nodded.
"Like you said, feelings come fast, right?" Akaito chuckled. He then wrapped an arm around the other, pulling him close.
"Okay then! Mikuo, let's date!" He chuckled a bit, and although Mikuo was still red-faced, his smile grew.
The two then went down to join the party, they didn't make much physical contact, Mikuo was sure to do this right, not wanting to come on too fast and ruin his chances.
They talked and mingled, and Akaito calmed his playful 'flirting' down. Mikuo smiled a bit as he noticed this.
Maybe, this whole thing will work out afterall.
