Naegi had half-expected Togami to follow into his dorm room as they fled from Jill, but he was clearly well practiced in getting back to his dorm room without looking like he was running. The heir had locked himself in his own room before Naegi had made it to his door, so Naegi shrugged and got himself safely into his own room too. It was close enough to curfew, after all – he might as well avoid Jill until morning by going to bed a little early. He didn't want to think about what the serial killer might do to someone who had laid hands on her White Knight.
And not just hands, either. Naegi flushed at the memory of what he'd done. What had come over him? Sure, he'd been noticing how attractive Togami was more and more frequently, and he'd definitely been trying to spend more time with the heir – but that was just because he wanted to understand Togami better. Togami was an undeniable force during the class trials, and Naegi had wanted to know how his mind worked, why he thought his actions were a good idea. And while Naegi hadn't liked the actions themselves, he had to admire the conviction that drove Togami to them. But that didn't all add up to a crush or anything, did it?
Well, maybe it did. He must have been pretty obvious about it, if Togami had thought it would be okay to kiss him without so much as hinting about it beforehand.
Of course, it had been okay – more than okay! It had been amazing. That first kiss had been unlike any other Naegi had experienced, electrifying and addictive. He'd thought he'd be happy to kiss Togami forever – right up until Togami had taken things a step further.
That was the point when things had gotten out of control, Naegi thought – the point when Togami had, without any prior discussion, decided to get on his knees and suck Naegi off. Naegi had to admit that he'd daydreamed about it once or twice, lying alone in his bed at night, but he'd never actually considered the possibility. So the stark reality of Togami's mouth on his cock, the wet heat of his lips and tongue, had entirely blanked out his mind. That was the only explanation Naegi could think of.
Because what else could have made him respond to Togami the way he had? Togami had stopped suddenly, jerking back with as little warning as when he'd started, leaving Naegi boneless against the door, confused and gasping. He had wanted to protest, to beg the other boy to resume – but the look of sheer mortification on Togami's face had given him pause. He hadn't been entirely sure why Togami was suddenly embarrassed, but he hadn't liked it. He'd just wanted to soothe the nervous feelings away. That's all he'd meant to do when he'd knelt to kiss the other boy.
And then all the rest had just happened, taking Naegi by surprise as much as Togami. He hadn't even realized he knew how to do any of that. It had been instinctive, his body knowing how to act without his mind consciously telling it what to do. Maybe that was the result of watching way too much porn or something? That didn't seem likely, but it was the only explanation he could think of for how he'd gone from an awkward virgin to fucking Togami like he'd done it a thousand times.
And if Togami's reactions had been anything to judge by, Naegi had apparently done a pretty good job of it. He had to grin a little to himself at that. Togami had been a mess by the end, and it had felt good – really good – to know he'd caused that loss of composure. Not that he ever would have tried to force such a reaction on the heir – he'd paid close attention to the other boy's words and reactions, trying to make sure it really was okay to do what he'd wanted. But at every turn Togami had been willing and responsive, gasping out encouragements before Naegi could even ask for permission. And at the end, when Naegi would have checked a final time before actually entering Togami, the blonde had begged before losing the ability to say coherent words.
Naegi would hold tight to that memory, especially the next time Togami decided to act superior about something. Whatever else the heir might say or do, Naegi would always know he'd been able to make the other boy fall apart. And Togami would know it too.
Which was probably at least part of why Togami had tried to claim that Naegi had attacked him. Naegi frowned about that. He could understand not wanting to tell Fukawa all the details, but there must have been a better way to avoid it than that. What if she'd believed him? Fortunately, it didn't seem like she had – she'd been able to spot the truth pretty quickly. Naegi sighed. He hoped she wasn't too disappointed by it – and that her alter ego didn't take it as a trigger to run wild.
Of course, that brought up the next question for him – what was he supposed to do now? He wasn't sure what happened after this. He would have been content to lay in Togami's arms for quite a while longer, and he assumed that some kind of conversation would have happened at some point if they'd been left to their own devices there. But they'd been forced to go their separate ways without discussing anything, meaning – what?
Were they dating now? Naegi found he rather liked that idea, even though it wasn't like they could really date trapped here in Hope's Peak. And he didn't know what Togami thought of the idea, either. It was possible that Togami had only been interested in the physical, not any kind of relationship. But if that was the case, would he want to do it again?
Naegi really liked that idea. He especially wished he'd gotten the chance to get Togami's shirt off, as well as his pants, and to see the heir entirely naked in his bed. Or maybe in the shower. Against the wall. Bent over the table. His imagination supplied him with a wide variety of vivid possibilities.
He shook his head to clear it. He shouldn't focus on things like that, not when he didn't know what Togami would want yet. He'd just have to track the heir down tomorrow and talk to him about it.
Of course, the next day, Naegi quickly realized that the problem with that plan was that he actually had to be able to find Togami. Faced with Fukawa's stalking, the heir had quickly mastered the art of remaining hidden unless he wanted to be found – and now it seemed that he didn't want Naegi to be able to find him.
That actually suggested that all those times Naegi had hunted Togami down in the library to chat, the other boy had let Naegi find him, no matter how annoyed he'd acted. There was some comfort in that, Naegi supposed – though it was hard to remember that when he'd scoured the entire school again without seeing a trace of Togami. He frowned, scowling at the cafeteria like it was the room's fault Togami wasn't in it.
"What are you doing?"
Naegi turned around to see Kirigiri watching him from the laundry room doorway with a quizzical look on her face.
"I was looking for Togami."
A faint grimace crossed her usually blank face. "Why?"
"Well, I – I wanted to talk to him. About –" Naegi flushed. "About something."
Kirigiri gave him a long look. "I see."
She probably did – she seemed like she saw everything sometimes. Naegi's blush got worse.
She tapped her fingers on her crossed arms, then said," I know it isn't my business to tell you who to spend time with, but have you considered that – that talking to Togami might not be a very good idea?"
Naegi wasn't entirely sure what she meant by that. "Well – we did actually talk earlier. In the library. And I thought we should – uh – talk more about it?"
Kirigiri stared at him, eyebrows knit together like he was a difficult knot she was trying to untangle. "Are you saying that you and Togami already –"
"It – it wasn't – I mean –" Naegi fell silent. After all, he couldn't really claim it wasn't what she was thinking, could he?
"I see." Kirigiri seemed to be staring right through him, her look was so intense. "Well. If you're determined, I won't try to stop you – but I would like to make a request."
"Okay," Naegi said, puzzled.
"If you do manage to get him alone, I'd like you to make a point of mentioning this conversation to him," Kirigiri said. "Especially if things – hmm. If they don't go the way you're hoping."
"What?" Naegi blinked. He hadn't really been sure what to expect of her, but that seemed like a weird thing for her to ask.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd humor me," she said, giving him a small smile. "I really do wish you the best of luck, Naegi."
"Thanks?"
"And I'll be looking for you at breakfast tomorrow. Don't disappoint me." Kirigiri gave him another odd look, then went back to her seat at the laundry room table, giving Naegi the distinct impression that they'd been having two very different conversations.
In the end, he decided that maybe Kirigiri had a point – maybe talking to Togami right at this moment wasn't the best option. Maybe he should give the other boy time to think, since he obviously seemed to want it. He could try to talk to Togami again when the heir was more open to being found.
