Fortunately, Isaka left shortly after breakfast. Misaki invited us to watch a movie with him since Aikawa was more or less guarding the door to Akihiko's study. At some point, I drifted off to sleep on Nowaki's shoulder. I woke up when the credits were rolling. I didn't regret it. My boyfriend looked down at me, practically purring at my proximity. He flipped my hair out of my face fondly, and I snuggled up against him. I don't know why, but being at Akihiko's place made me want to be as close to Nowaki as possible. I could hear his heart beating quickly under my ear. "Baka," I muttered. He had no idea how much I wanted to be near him. I just didn't want to be a burden. I too often forget that I make him happy, like no one else can. To able to make him happy . . . how could I need anything else? Misaki got up, mumbling something about doing homework, leaving us alone in the living room. I shut my eyes again to revel in the feel of my Nowaki.
"Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered tenderly.
"Hm?"
"I love you."
"Love you more," I teased, resolutely keeping my eyes shut. I could do this. I smugly noted his intake of breath at my words.
"You're not normally like this," he murmured in wonderment, "especially not out in public."
"We haven't had a day off together in a long time," I muttered, burying my red face deeper into his chest, "and I've got you, so I shouldn't waste my time worrying about stupid things." Besides, with me distracting him, he couldn't hurt himself dwelling on the relationship between Akihiko and me. We sat for a while, talking and cuddling with the news station on in the background. Power was still out in our district.
"Hiro-san, I don't want to spend another night here," Nowaki uncharacteristically complained that evening. I looked up at him, surprised. He gave me a significant look, and I felt my cheeks redden. I may have felt the same way.
"Don't even go there." I was in no shape to resist him if he tried something. He probably knew it, too. Thank goodness Misaki was nearby in the kitchen cooking dinner. I sincerely wished our power would come back on, and soon.
The five of us ate dinner in relative silence. Aikawa talked the most, probably because she was the only one not prey to the vast amounts of sexual tension the rest of us were. Tomorrow was Saturday, Misaki and I didn't have school, and our lovers were very aware of the fact. I could hardly sit still. Nowaki's phone rang and I cringed; if it was the hospital, I was going to fucking lose it.
Thankfully, it was our landlord. The power was back on. We scarfed down the rest of our dinner, apologized for troubling them, said we'd get out of their hair right away, dashed upstairs for our shared bag, and vaulted out the door with happy waves goodbye.