Sawatari woke up and sat bolt upright, eyes wide as he tried to calm himself. This was the fifteenth night in a row that he'd dreamt of Yuya. And his dreams weren't just normal dreams either. No, they just had to be the kind of dreams that made him blush brightly and have a problem in his pants upon waking.
Sawatari took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes again. Parts of his dream flashed in his mind as soon as they were closed. He could see Yuya's body leaning over him, feel his thighs around his hips, hear his soft whispers in his ear. His eyes snapped back open and he cursed quietly.
"Can't I have one night where I don't have those dreams of him?" Sawatari groaned. "Damn him and his beautiful body… Dammit!"
It had all started a couple weeks ago, after Sawatari had accidentally seen Yuya showering after gym class at school. It had been just a momentary glimpse, and the taller boy had looked away immediately, but the mental image had stayed in his head. That night had been the first night that he'd dreamt of Yuya, and he'd had those dreams every night since.
Sawatari had been trying to ignore the fact that he had a massive crush on Yuya since the moment he'd held the tomato's hands the day they met, but it was impossible for him to deny. Whenever he saw the boy, he remembered how incredibly soft his hands had felt, and how pretty his blush was. Not to mention, Yuya had the loveliest smile and cutest laugh, and he was always able to make Sawatari smile and laugh too.
Sawatari had always thought he would be cool and confident when he got his first crush, always certain that he would be able to walk right up to his love interest and proclaim his love for them, and that they would be delighted and happily agree to be his. But then again he'd always assumed that his first crush would be a girl. But Yuya was a boy, and Sawatari honestly had no idea if Yuya was even attracted to boys himself. He knew Yuya pretty well by now, and could only confidently say that the tomato was either as straight as the firepole in his house. or in the closet well enough to hide any attraction to boys he may have. If Yuya did like guys, Sawatari was certain that not even his closest childhood friends knew. Hell, his parents might not even know!
He sighed and flopped back down on his pillow, trying to ignore his problem. His mind was still focused on thoughts of Yuya, however. For the millionth time he thought about the tomato's baby-soft hands, and how much he wanted to hold them and kiss them. His thoughts wandered to a few weeks ago when he'd learned that the rest of Yuya's body was equally soft and delicate. Apparently Yuya took his skincare routine very seriously, and always applied lotion to every inch of his skin after every bath and shower, even after gym class. His skin was as soft and sensitive as a newborn's, and according to the tomato himself he had to have custom-made clothes and bedding and his mother had to buy laundry detergent specifically made for baby clothes to avoid irritating Yuya's soft skin.
Sawatari imagined himself running his hands lightly down Yuya's stomach, hearing the delicate tomato giggle as the touch tickled his tummy. His thoughts turned to the tomato's lips, imagining how they would taste in a kiss. Surely Yuya's lips would be as soft as the rest of him, after all Sawatari had seen the tomato applying lip balm to them several times a day.
The rich boy groaned as he realized that his daydreaming was only making his problem harder to ignore. "Dammit… Dammit!" He wanted Yuya so badly. He needed Yuya. If only he knew for sure that the tomato was attracted to guys… at least then he could be confident enough to make a move. As it was, he couldn't bring himself to confess his feelings to Yuya. If it turned out that the tomato was indeed straight, confessing could make Yuya feel awkward around him and ruin their friendship.
"What am I going to do?"