There was no explanation for how it began. But it did. And when it finally built up to the point that Miharu felt Yoite's existence to be as important as breathing, everything happened naturally.
Much like his first kiss.
It had been quick, natural, in his bedroom. The second time Yoite had been there. He stood on his tiptoes, fingers tangled behind his back, and caught the kira user by surprise. It hadn't been planned; just...natural. As if it made sense to him.
He hadn't expected Yoite to cry.
They leaked out. There was no soft sobs or strange throaty choking sounds. Just tears, cutting down his face like little wet knives. He turned away, the back of his gloved hand hiding his trembling lips. "Yoite..." Miharu said, circling around him in attempts to see his face. Yoite just kept swinging back and forth, hiding his face whenever Miharu came close. But he could see the red flush behind the gleam of tears.
"Yoite..."
He held his wrists, not really sure that Yoite was comfortable with him holding his hands. He held them and waited for Yoite to stop crying. It seemed like it took forever. They were both breathless. And silently, he promised himself Never again, never again will I make Yoite cry. I won't kiss him again. Never again.
Miharu tried to erase everything about that first kiss from his memories.
However, its hard to forget a first kiss when a second kiss happens to be taken by the same person. Broken down trains, sun setting, a typical evening. Yoite was sitting, Miharu was standing. Awkward silence. But he was surprised when gloved fingers wrapped behind his ears and pulled him down to eye level, sky staring into his own earthy orbs. His name was whispered, barely heard behind the rustling bamboo, and Miharu was surprised to feel Yoite's mouth shyly press against his.
Shy, tentative, but so bittersweet it hurt.
"Yoite."
He brushed Yoite's silky black hair to the side tenderly, smiling weakly, before kissing him on the forehead. His fingers caressed his face. He held him close. Yoite closed his eyes... and this time, he didn't cry.