Sanada x Yanagi

"What am I suppose to do?"

The question surprised Yanagi. He didn't think Sanada would actually ask first. They were in the living room, comfortably sitting next to each other watching a movie.

"In terms of what?" He shouldn't even bother asking. He knew exactly what.

They had yet to be intimate. Not the intimacy or closeness that is shared between two friends. (They were that and more.) Or knowing the other's personal private nature. (They already knew each other's quirks.) But the euphemism of a sexual encounter.

They've been dating a few months. Held hands. Hugged. Kissed. Touched. But neither of them spoke about going further. Sanada was simply to shy to say anything of that nature. Yanagi didn't want Sanada to feel pressured and be rushed into a decision that he may regret. But he obviously needed to do something about this. He could clearly see the question eating Sanada alive.

Were they ready to take their relationship to the next level?

Sanada was. He was, as well. But the doubt, the insecurities, the fear. Everything that came with a relationship stopped them. And they'd be stumped if it doesn't move forward. But now... awkward doesn't even come close to describing their situation.

"This—it's not like I've done that before..." He was hesitant, but continued talking. "I'm not sure what I should do."

Yanagi smiled. "We could learn together."


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