Takumi lay in bed, thoughts running around in his head. He didn't want to go outside – he wasn't ready to meet Gii in the eye. His homework was done and his violin played; he didn't have much else to do but lay in bed, trying to gather courage to get out of it.
A hand shook his shoulder and turned him over. Misu, probably, seeing if he was okay. Or…maybe not, when that person kissed him.
Unlike Shingyouji's kiss, this one…this one felt right. Perfect. Pure love. Takumi – it was on pure instinct – kissed back. His hands crawled up and he grabbed harsh onto the other male's collar. Familiar collars – who was it?
The kiss ended and while Takumi caught his breath, before he caught his eyes open, the other boy mystery spoke. "Well…I'm happy you know who to kiss back."
Those eyes shot open and Gii crouched at his bedside, smiling that teasing smile. "Gii!" He jolted up, face red and focused on his boyfriend.
Gii didn't seem fazed, still smiling. "So…tell me, Takumi. Who kisses better? Me or Shingyouji?"
Takumi bit his lip. "Gii, I'm so sorry! I never…it's just…Shingyouji…he…" Gii would only stare at him. "There's reason, but I can't tell you because – "
"I know." Gii said simply. "Shingyouji told me."
"Gii!" Takumi launched himself in Gii's arms. It was an awkward positioning, but Takumi couldn't have felt happier. "I'm sorry, Gii! I promised Shingyouji I wouldn't tell anyone. I wanted to talk to you, but…"
Gii smiled, pulling his fingers through Takumi's sleek black hair. "I understand; it's okay. You wanted to help a friend." He pulled back, looking his lover deep in the eye. "I just wish Shingyouji would tell me about his plan first. I don't like feeling jealous."
Takumi laughed. Under Gii's loving gaze, he felt himself blush more and more. "So…Shingyouji told you everything? About how Misu – "
The door opened and Misu felt the eyes of the young couple. Misu stared, surprised, in the threshold for a few fragile moments. He cleared his throat, directing to his desk. "Well, don't stop in your making up on my account. Though I would prefer if you did it in your own room, Saki."
"Misu-kun…"
His back turned to them, Misu organized his notes and textbooks. "I'm surprised you forgave him so quickly, Saki. He didn't exactly seek out your forgiveness."
"Misu, listen…"
"So, Hayama, what finally pushed you to talk to him?"
"Misu, you – "
"Or did you finally get lonely, Saki? I guess that would make you overlook anything; even infidelity."
"Misu-kun!"
Misu Arata-san, you have postage at the front desk. Please, Misu Arata-san, report to the front desk.
The heavy atmosphere of room 270 stilled in the seconds that Misu would decide to leave. And he couldn't leave quick enough – slamming the door.
Misu walked, his mind away from his own destination. Back at Room 270, where Hayama and Saki would probably have their kisses and embraces without regard to the kiss between him and Shingyouji.
Hayama was out of Shingyouji's grasp. And yet…he hadn't come back to him.