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It's Free if it Takes Over Thirty Minutes

Chapter 13

"Kisumi?"

The boy shuffled his feet as he stood outside the door. He was looking down at the ground and didn't dare to look anywhere else as he spoke, "I, uh, lost my keys."

Makoto motioned for his roommate to come in. Kisumi's legs were slightly shaking as he walked in, still looking downwards and avoiding eye contact.

"Kisumi, are you okay? Where did you go?"

"I went to the library," Kisumi mumbled, turning away from Makoto completely.

"What were you doing? Why didn't you leave a note?" Makoto walked up to Kisumi, concerned.

Purple eyes similar to a puppy eventually found Makoto's. "C-can I have a hug?" Kisumi pleaded.

"Of course," Makoto said confused at Kisumi's strange request. Kisumi jumped up and down, wrapping his long arms around Makoto's waist, and didn't let go. He stayed there for as long as he could, Makoto eventually had to pry himself out of Kisumi's grasp. Kisumi was saddened when Makoto's warmth had left.

Makoto looked at his friend with concern, "Can I ask what that was about?"

"No. Can we watch a movie? I bought The Snow White Murder Case a couple of days ago."

"It's too late to watch a movie," Makoto protested, but the other boy tugged on his arm and begged.

"I came home and found you watching movies late the other day, c'mon pleeeease?"

"Fine," Makoto huffed.

Kisumi, still holding Makoto's flannel's sleeve, dragged Makoto to the couch and put the movie in the DVD player.

Before he sat down he asked, "Should I make popcorn?"

"Nah, I'm good. Only if you want some."

Kisumi shook his head and plopped down on the couch as close to Makoto as he could get. Makoto was about to move a little farther away, but saw the excited expression on Kisumi's face and deiced to stay.

Every minute that passed by, Kisumi snuggled up to Makoto. Makoto wasn't really feeling comfortable, but he suspected something had happened to Kisumi earlier and decided he'd suck it up, but Kisumi on the other hand was thrilled to snuggle right next to Makoto, and under the same blanket.

"Mako?" Kisumi looked up. The movie was half over and Makoto looked like he had fallen asleep. He looked like he had fallen asleep because he had. When he didn't answer, Kisumi adjusted himself so that he was underneath one of Makoto's arms, pressing his head against Makoto's chest. Closing his eyes, he hoped to savor the moment, but ended up dozing off himself. He woke up ten minutes later as Makoto was repositioning them.

"Mako?" Kisumi mumbled, only one eye open.

Makoto instantly felt guilty for waking up Kisumi. Apologizing, he offered, "I was thinking about making popcorn, did you want some?"

"I can make it. No offense but you don't know how to make popcorn." Kisumi groggily slurred. Makoto nodded and moved out of Kisumi's way. He also began rewinding the movie, both of them had missed a good chunk. When he had finally rewinded to a part he recognized, he suddenly heard a loud crash from behind him, in the kitchen. He rushed to the noise as fast as he could to see Kisumi on the floor. Makoto ran to Kisumi who was out cold. He began to panic and carried Kisumi to his room.

Makoto hadn't been in Kisumi's room very often, but there wasn't much to it; it was plain and simple. There was a bed and a nightstand, and all of his clothes residing in a closet on the opposite side of the room. There were a couple of basketball posters on the wall, and a picture frame with Kisumi's brother Hayato in it.

Makoto set Kisumi down on his bed and felt his forehead to see if he had a fever. Although he didn't feel too hot, Makoto was going to check again when he woke up. Makoto then began to pull blankets over Kisumi and debated on whether or not to call an ambulance. His first guess was that Kisumi fainted because he was tired, nothing he would need to see a doctor for. Kisumi wasn't fond of doctors, from what Makoto knew, and didn't want to force him into a position he didn't want to be in.

Pulling a chair up to the side of Kisumi's bed, Makoto sat and waited for Kisumi to wake up. After twenty minutes, he fixed the blankets and got up, intending just to use the bathroom.

"Mako . . ." A weak voice called out, reaching a shaking had out to stop Makoto, "Don't leave . . ."

Quickly dropping to his knees and placing the back of his hand on Kisumi's forehead he asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Do you feel hot? Can I get you something?"

Kisumi nodded and motioned for Makoto to come closer with his finger. Makoto obeyed and shuffled his knees closer. Kisumi then moved his head forward and pushed his lips against Makoto's. Makoto's eyes shot wide open, not an ounce of himself asleep anymore, yet, he couldn't move an inch due to the shock. Kisumi on the other hand, was half asleep and melting into the one sided kiss. It was a desperate kiss, lasting a second too much for Makoto and a second too short for himself. Both of them were speechless, Makoto because he was too surprised to speak and Kisumi because he was too tired to speak.

After a few minutes of pure silence, Makoto finally croaked, "What- what was that?"

Kisumi finally realized what he had done and his smile faded, "I'm sorry, Mako, I-"

"No, it's okay. You were still asleep, right?" Makoto smiled.

Disappointment flooded Kisumi's voice, "Yeah. That must have been why . . ."

"You don't need to go to the hospital, right?"

"You sound like my mother. I'm fine. Sorry for worrying you."

Makoto stood up, "Let me know if you need something. I'm going to go turn the lights off and go to bed."

"I need another hug."

Makoto answered by holding his arms out that was an invitation well accepted by Kisumi. Kisumi dug his face into Makoto's chest like he always did. Before leaving, Makoto kissed Kisumi's forehead and whispered, "Get better dummy."

When Makoto had left and the door to his bedroom had shut, Kisumi grew the biggest, goofiest grin ever.

Whispering, too soft for even a cat to hear, Kisumi replied, "I love you, Makoto."

"I should probably get going," Nitori remarked.

"You can stay overnight here, don't drive home in this shitty snowing weather." Rin was still in a bad mood from the phone call he had with Sousuke earlier. He had just woken up from an hour nap about ten minutes prior and was currently sipping on a cup of steaming hot coffee. "Haru, you stay too." It wasn't an invitation it was an order.

"Senpai, I don't want to impose or anything!"

"Shut up and follow me, I'll show you to the bed you can use." Rin beckoned for Nitori to follow and walked all the way to the end of the hall. Rin opened the door to his own room and lied to Nitori by saying, "This is my guest bedroom. Make yourself at home."

Rin left the room to Nitori, and closed the door behind him.

When he returned to the living room, Haru looked at him with questioning but still distant eyes, "Why did you lie to Nitori? Where are you going to sleep?"

"You are going to sleep on the couch, and I am going to pretend this floor is comfortable," Rin pulled blankets and pillows out of a closet nearby.

"Rin, no."

"I can't have my guest on the floor!" Rin struggled as he put the last pillowcase on the last pillow.

"Let's share then," Haru refused to give up.

"That's ridiculous!" Rin threw a pillow at Haru.

Catching the pillow, Haru added, "It's not. I don't care."

Rin wasn't about to say yes. It would have been selfish of him to do so. He began setting blankets and pillows on the ground, but Haru walked over and began to pick them all up.

"Rin, don't," Haru called. Rin lied down on the cold floor without any blankets or pillows, hoping to win Haru over. He hoped that Haru would see how perfectly fine he was on the floor and would just go to sleep on the couch. What really happened, was that Haru lied down next to Rin on the cold floor, tossing the blankets on top of Rin.

Once Rin's head surfaced from the sea of blankets, he noticed Haru next to him and sighed, "For fuck's sake, get to the couch, Nanase. We can share."

Haru's face lit up as the two stood up and walked to the couch. Haru laid down first, and Rin followed, his head facing the opposite direction. Haru's face was close to Rin's feet, which didn't seem to bother him. It was cramped on the couch, they even shared a large blanket because it wasn't big enough for two.

A half hour later, Haru got up and used the restroom. When he came back, he didn't return to their old position. Haru decided he would lay down the same way Rin was. He was on the edge of the couch now, trying to fall asleep. Rin, who was still awake, was worried that Haru might fall off, so, he wrapped his free arm around Haru. Rin's knees were pressed into the back of Haru's, and Rin could smell the chlorine lingering in Haru's hair. Haru could feel Rin's staggered breaths on the back of his head and found it comforting. The two fell fast asleep in that position, the rest of the night uninterrupted.

Rin woke up first, and noticed Haru was still fast asleep. Rin didn't want Nitori to walk in and see their awkward position, so Rin pried Haru off of his left arm with his right arm and snuck off the couch. His feet landing on the floor softly, he made his way to the kitchen and made coffee.

Nitori walked out into the kitchen that morning with his long grey hair a mess. Rin smiled and handed him a cup of coffee.

"Morning, Sleepy-head. Your hair's a mess," Rin ruffled Nitori's hair.

"Stop, Senpai!"

Rin put a finger up to his mouth, "Shhh, Haru's still asleep on the couch."

"Sorry!" Nitori flinched, "Should I get home now?"

"I don't mind if you stay, but if you've got stuff to do, I don't want to make you stay any longer."

"I guess I really do need to get going. I told my parents I'd be home as soon as possible, and it stopped snowing. Thank you so much for letting me stay the night. I really hope we can keep in touch from now on, Senpai!"

Rin put his hand on Nitori's head and ruffled his hair again like he did before, "Of course. I promise, okay?"

Nitori nodded with a smile.

"Need help with your stuff at all?"

"No, thanks," Nitori waved goodbye. He put his coat on and disappeared out the door.

Now feeling alone, Rin went to check on Haru. His sharp teeth were smiling as he saw dark hair and tan skin sprawled out over his old, beaten up couch. His smile faded when he froze and thought about what just happened to him. What the fuck am I doing? He thought, Why am I? What made me . . . ?

Haru woke up slowly, processing where he was. When he finally put the pieces of the puzzle together, he called out Rin's name.

"Haru?" Rin dashed over to the couch, thinking that there might actually be trouble.

"Rin, help me. I can't feel my legs. They tingle. Like little needles."

Rin sighed, "Alright, big boy. Upsy daisy." Grabbing Haru's limp arms, he hoisted him up and laughed, "Let's get you some coffee, lazy." The two trotted to the kitchen hand in hand, Rin leading the way.

I promise this is a SouMako story, despite the KisuMako moments. Please stay with me and you will be rewarded. I hope you enjoyed the fluff!
-Lavi