Eiji could hear his heart pounding inside his chest together with the sound of the rain outside Shuichirou's car. They were stopped in front of Sakurai for a while now and he didn't know what to say. Oishi noticed he had holding his headphones tightly.

"Worried about the rain?"

"No…not at all. If there are thunders, I can stay at the kitchen with the headphones. My boss knows about it."

"I see."

"You said you wanted to talk." He finally looked at him, even if shyly.

"I'm sorry for what happened. I didn't realize I was overstepping. I'm really sorry."

Kikumaru looked at him surprised.

"I just… worried about you. I always worry about you. But, you were right, I had no business in offering you money like that. I hope you know I didn't have the intentions of offending you." Shuichirou touched his cheek gently and looked deep inside the blue eyes "Can you forgive me?"

Kikumaru lowered his face again and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry too. For storming out like that and not contacting you. I was just frustrated. But, you really hurt me. I don't like to talk about money with you. It really makes me feel bad."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not like Tezuka-san." He finally raised his face and looked at him serious. "I searched about him after we met. He's a lawyer in a big firm, right? Even if I didn't know about that, only for looking at his expensive clothes, anyone could know he's rich. Money was never an issue between you two. And now you're stuck with me. I'm only a college student with budgets and only have t-shirts, jeans and sneakers for clothing."

"Eiji-kun…"

"I'm totally aware our situations are extremely different, so, please…" he lowered his head again. "Don't bring such thing up."

Oishi took off his seat beat and turned to him, cupping his face with his gentle hands and making him look at him.

"I'm so sorry. I had no idea you felt this way."

"Maybe because money was never a problem for you." He smiled sadly.

"But, I never compared you to Tezuka. Not ever, not once. Why are you worrying about him still?"

His thumb caressed his cheek and he whispered.

"Do not doubt yourself, please. You're the one I'm falling in love with. It has nothing to do with your age or your job. I'm falling for who you're are."

"Oishi-san…" he felt like his heart was stricken.

"I've missed you so much." He said, before kissing Eiji.

It took his boyfriend a while to kiss him back, but soon his arms were around Oishi's chest, their hearts against each other. He wanted to tell Shuichirou he had missed him too, but that could wait. There was no room for anything between their mouths locked together and their bodies pressed into each other. Eiji was already addicted to the taste of Shuichirou's tongue on his and wanted to get freed from that annoying seatbelt when his cell phone vibrate inside his coat and they stopped kissing.

"Ah, I'm sorry…" he said, his cheeks burning in embarrassment, before picking up the phone. "It's the alarm. I need to go to work."

"I see." How Oishi could seem so calm?! He was making a great effort only to reunite his braincells to be able to breathe properly.

"Can I… can I go to your place after I finish here? I want… I want to sleep with you."

"Sure." He smiled happily. "I'd love to."

"Good, then." He smiled as well. "I'll see you soon."

"Okay. Have a nice shift. I will wait for you."

Shuichirou watched while he left the car and ran to the restaurant. He took a deep, relieved breath they were able to fix things. Also, he selfishly wished Eiji could ditch work and went home with him already. He really didn't want to interrupt that kiss.