"The geometry of your perfection"

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"I want you to treat me softly" Yukina emphasized, smiling pleasantly at him.

Onodera's skin burned with flames, for those extremes where he was totally enraptured in his song.

He saw him and when he looked at him, he kept thinking that he was perfect; without a doubt, he was perfection in every sense of the word, in all the tenderness that could exist in his reduced world of rubble.

Facing his sensations made Onodera fear, and a great fear that invaded a part of his brain imprisoned by a sea of thoughts that contradicted each other, and the cycle seemed to have no end.

And if that cycle disappeared, he could finally see everything with great quality.

He noticed when Yukina stopped singing to him, looked at him expectantly, rubbing his fingers together with some nervousness.

It was the first time (since she met him) that he was nervous.

A beautiful sight in the eyes of Onodera, who cleared her throat before saying his supposed opinion:

"You sing very well." His voice came out shaky, something he instantly regretted, but Yukina's calmness upon receiving the answer was beneficial to him.

"Thank you, Onodera." He smirked at his comment. "I really appreciate it!" He applauded victoriously, making way for his childish features that were still visible on his face, and it was a pleasant sight for Onodera, who caught a glimpse of him with his green eyes that spread out from his orbs.

"What do you say if I invite you to a coffee?" Yukina suggested energetically. "There are good cafes in this area, I know some"

"No, thanks." He refused to be invited for coffee, and if he accepted it would be to give continuity to something that he was afraid to experience. But, there was something that prompted him to accept, a hunch that told him everything would be fine.

"Well I'm sorry" He apologized embarrassed. "I think I stopped by inviting you to a coffee if you're tired." Onodera caught a sad look in Yukina's eyes, which was the trigger that made her change his mind:

"Only thirty minutes" He said in a short, almost in a choked voice.

He heard an astonished sigh.

"Really?" Yukina's eyes lit up like crystal balls, a warm smile rising on his lips. "Yes, Onodera, whatever you want" He vowed, bouncing from one foot to the other, his smile shining even more, spreading to Onodera's agitated heart, which was already surrendered to those dangerous smiles on the part of his companion.


In a matter of minutes, Yukina took him to a cafeteria that was relatively small in size, where only two waitresses served and consisted of ten tables for two people, maximum four.

Onodera ordered a cappuccino well loaded with espresso, while Yukina ordered a latte with natural sweetener.

Onodera analyzed him in detail, drumming his fingers on the table.

"I was very pleased when you agreed to be invited to a coffee" Yukina admitted with his eyes looking at the sky, where Onodera perceived a different color on his face. Was Yukina slightly flushed? "I wasn't expecting it" He chuckled, having looked down from the ceiling.

Onodera growled softly, feeling himself turn pale.

"Don't overdo it" He grumbled, looking away.

"I don't" Yukina said stubbornly. "What I am telling you is true, I am not lying Onodera when I tell you that I am very happy to go for a coffee with you"

"You have to say it for your ideas of romanticism" He said contemptuously; he pretended to be a complete idiot only to avoid submitting himself to his internal desires, because he should not, but he did, and perhaps it was not the best, however the hunch he felt moments ago seduced him to heed his instincts and give him he walk that boy to know himself.

"No" Yukina replied, his face misadjusted. "Onodera, I know those are ideologies that may be delusional to you, but believe me when I tell you that I'm glad to be with you, I swear!" He exclaimed irrevocably, blinking anxiously. "I'm telling the truth." In his eyes he could see a wink of supplication, which he couldn't resist.

"Stop bragging so much now," Onodera complained, taking the cup of cappuccino in his hands and drank a little.

Yukina pulled himself together, grimacing in confusion that stilled the longing to link his hand to Onodera's, but those were thoughts he didn't allow herself to tell his so soon.

"I admit that I like that you tell me the things that disgust you," Yukina confessed, resting her forearms on the table, lowering her head until her chin rested on her forearms. "Because this way I will avoid misunderstandings with you, Onodera"

"It's not that bad." He wanted to reduce the atmosphere of tension in which the table was surrounded. All because of him. "Yukina," He called him, to which he replied, looking at him attentively from his point of being. "You know, I'm very suspicious of people, especially those I hardly know." He paused briefly, adding, "I don't have that facility to open up, as you do." Her mouth twisted into a grimace of contained pain.

"Don't worry," Yukina assured him, lifting her head from the table. "For me it is not an impediment to talk with you, I can adjust to your pace, it is not necessary that you adjust to mine, because I am interested in going at your own pace," he said, nodding. "For me, you shouldn't even worry, because it makes me happy to be with you like this." He smiled quite satisfied, closing his eyelids.

"Well..." Onodera gave a nervous laugh, looking away; he was totally flushed.

Yukina opened his eyes, watching him curiously.

"What?" He inquired, intimidated.

"Is the coffee good?" He asked.

"Yes," he replied immediately. "And yours?"

"Pretty good" He said complacently. "Actually, sometimes they play good songs here." Onodera frowned, confused. "I mean songs that I like, they're not necessarily romantic songs" He replied, laughing.

"Oh…" He sighed, not understanding what Yukina was referring to.

"Do you like music, Onodera?" He looked at him with a hint of interest, taking a long sip from his latte.

"No" He said, with a hint of doubt.

"I see..." He nodded slightly, lengthening his voice that slowed down.

"But the ones you played on the guitar" Onodera replied alarmed. "I liked them"

"Really?" He furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief.

Onodera nodded, believing himself a fool for trying to comfort his companion in any way, because he disliked seeing him sad.

"Well." He covered his mouth with his hand, letting out a blush on his cheeks that Onodera could see with emphasis. "Thank you"

"No, well, I" His tongue locked terribly. Surely he seemed awkward doing such a ridiculous thing.

"I appreciate your flattery" Yukina added, gladly.

Oh, how perfect that boy could be!

There was no doubt that this Yukina boy had completely mastered the indomitable Onodera, with only harmless smiles, but dangerous enough to capture Onodera's full attention.

On the way back, Onodera was no longer dragging his feet, on the contrary, he used them with better control since his energy level had increased thanks to the company he had at his side.

So much energy that was overflowing with Yukina's spirit, infected the young editor's extreme tiredness.

Onodera notified him that he preferred to be escorted to the subway station, to which Yukina responded favorably, without missing the gallantry.

"Well, thanks for accompanying me" Onodera said with a slight nod.

"The pleasure is all mine," Yukina replied, good-natured. "I hope to see you soon, Onodera" He added softly, causing an aggressive blush in Onodera, who coughed from the same.

"Yes, well, whatever" He complained, his voice pretended. "Well, thanks" He waved goodbye, walking quickly to the station.

When Onodera was sitting on the subway, he couldn't quite think how it was that he didn't ask Yukina for his cell phone number, or even say thank you in a better way for being so kind to a person like him.

In a way, he believed himself completely useless when he was in the company of Yukina, who always smiled at his side, who greeted him with joy and who wanted to know him as he really was.

He tightened his grip on his briefcase, leaning his head against the subway window, sighing sleepily and broadly.

Every time he saw Yukina's chest clenched, his heart skipped a beat when he heard his voice, and also when he was facing him.

Those sensations increased in his being.

The subway continued its course, without taking into account the things that happened through the problematic editor; shaking him and shaking him to the solemn satiety of critical thinking about him.

He lowered his head, letting the strands of brown hair fall down above his eyebrows, brushing the tips of his eyelashes; he felt himself blinking, as he nodded due to the dream that was taking over him.

Moving images appeared in his mind, sequences without a beginning or end, sequences that housed in their symbolic structure a series of diverse scenarios of great magnitude.

Reasoning invaded him, but he did not allow his mind to be bribed.

Much to his regret, Yukina's geometry of perfection was such that his body heated up, and changed color; he felt that when he thought about him, his entire body became different.