Miharu couldn't help but be a little excited. He was going to see what was under that thick coat! Rokujou Miharu was! There was as much curiosity in his quest to get closer to Yoite as anything else, including that tug-tug in the pit of his stomach at the thought of the taller, pretty, skinny. naked-
With all speed, he brought his mind back to the actual matter at hand. He couldn't dilly dally right now in his thoughts.
Miharu let go of Yoite's hand once the door to the bath had be securely shut behind them. His bright green eyes looked up to Yoite's face. In turn, Yoite was looking down at Miharu, maybe wondering why he decided this was alright. Just to tease the apprehensive youth, Miharu started unbuttoning the giant's coat.
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Yoite's eyes zipped away to the wall as Miharu reached for his coat. He'd already agreed, but he wanted to back out. If things continued like this, Miharu would.... would.. see what he was.
He was so anxious and frightened that Yoite was frozen to the spot on the tile, eyes pinned to the cream tile wall in front of him.
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Miharu tugged the coat off Yoite's arms. The weight of the black coat surprised him and he very nearly dropped it while trying to fold it up neatly. He knew Yoite hid under as many layers as he could but this coat was made for snowy-blizzard winters and it was just nearly fall. After gathering the coat and setting it carefully in the laundry basket, he began to peel off the tan gloves. He pinched the end of the finger on each of Yoite's fingers then slid it off carefully from the tips.
Miharu was still very excited. He wanted to get closer to Yoite. He wanted to grant Yoite his wish, even if it was to disappear, he'd do whatever Yoite wanted, but he also wanted to get his wish even though it was selfish. And his wish was everything. His heart was beating loudly against his ribs, although he tried very very hard to look partially bored so Yoite wouldn't suspect. At the very least he looked concentrated on undressing.
Miharu lightly tossed the gloves onto the coat, one by one, before tilting his head back and lifted the hat off Yoite's head. By chance, he caught a millisecond of eye contact with Yoite's blue eyes.
"Yoite? Do you feel sick?" The small boy set the hat down in order to reach up and feel Yoite's forehead with his palm.
Miharu already knew that Yoite wasn't sick, but reaching up and addressing him forced Yoite's eyes to meet his again. Forced a response.
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Yoite's eyes met Miharu's again. He wasn't sure what to do now. He didn't want Miharu to think of him differently. He wanted this to not happen. No.
No. It's fine. This time isn't special. He'd slept on Miharu in the train, whispering his name when his dreams darkened. He let Miharu hold him upright when he couldn't stand.
"Yoite?"
Yoite turned his eyes away and then back at Miharu, who stood worried in front of him. Miharu is Yoite's. He didn't need to be confused. They had made a deal, a promise, that as long as the set conditions were intact, Miharu was Yoite's. Miharu's thoughts on what Yoite was meant nothing because Miharu couldn't separate from him.
"...I'm hot." Yoite responded with a serious, apathetic voice while curling his fingers his around the bottom of his sweater and tugging it off over his head.
AN: Much thanks for the reviews. Those were the best 4 reviews I ever got in my entire life. Once more, oki pokie? Also, I plan to be all canon and make Yoite a hemaphrodite. Sorry any of you who wanted P on P action. Lawl-cakes. Anyway, I'm trying really hard to keep the angst to a minimum, but Yoite is so cute when he's stressing. Miharu too.
Reviews make me type faster~