Reunion

Chapter 7

Dating Karma Akabane was shockingly alright.

Well, not really alright in a sense. Just that there were a bunch of things he didn't expect to see as he got to know more about him.

The two of them was a tangled mess the next morning after their wet activity (they went for three rounds; somehow whenever they kissed good night, they would end up doing it all over again. Neither minded) with Akabane leaning his head over his chest, one hand nestled on top of his abdomen, one leg hoisted up on one of his. There was a brief moment of realization before Gakushuu remembered what happened. Embarrassment slowly crept up, but instead of bolting upright, his arm moved on its own and gently stroked Akabane's hair, careful not to wake him up. But he did anyway; Akabane seemed to be sensitive when being touched. He groaned, looked up to him, and had his own moment of recollection before purring against his chest, rubbing his eyes and face.

They had breakfast, Akabane lorded over his kitchen like it was his own and prepared a very quick set of omelette and rice balls. Then they went separately to work (with a kiss) and had their normal lives as always.

There were traits that surprised him, like how Akabane could be quiet and behave when the mood called for it. One time, they spent one afternoon on Asano's couch watching a movie and Akabane was silent the entire time, their arms were tangled, fingers intertwined, his head leaning against his shoulder. After the movie, he dropped his head down Gakushuu's lap and played a game on his phone, one hand took Gakushuu's and placed it over his own chest. He played on like putting another man's hand right above his heart was like cuddling a fluffy pillow. Akabane looked devastatingly comfortable with this, while poor little Gakushuu was awkward as hell. Of course, Gakushuu tried to put some effort to touch: he moved his hand up to Akabane's chin and rubbed his thumb along his jawline like scratching the back of a cat's head. He made a show of scanning the television for the news channel whilst at the back of his mind, he wanted to cup that face and suckle at those lips until they swell.

Ah, that. Kissing. He had to add kissing monster on Akabane's wide ranged skill set. Akabane didn't like kissing—he loved doing it any time of the day, twenty-four-seven. He would kiss him when they met at the door. When he offered help in the kitchen, he would sneak a quick kiss before telling him to set the table. He would kiss him when their eyes met and locked while in a conversation. One time, Gakushuu choked on his juice when he tasted mustard in it while Akabane laughed his ass out when a drop of juice or two oozed out of his nose. He almost threw the glass to him but held himself back, mustering all patience. It was an easy job because compared to his father, Akabane was more manageable. When the stinging in his nose subsided, Akabane himself wiped it with a tissue before kissing him nice and sweet on the lips, thrice, then beamed like a mischievous five year old trying to avoid his mother's banter. Akabane seemed to have found a way to get away from his mischiefs, and Gakushuu was a little alarmed for how effective it was.

One time while perusing business reports, Akabane pulled the papers out of Gakushuu's hands, straddled on his lap, lunged for a long, searing kiss, casually got off and brought the papers back to his hands then left for the bedroom to sleep with a 'Good night!'. None of his previous girlfriends was that casual around him. None was that clingy. No, Akabane wasn't clingy; he just liked to touch when he there was a chance. He wasn't asking for his entire attention and trying to get closer and invading his personal space. To him, they were closed enough.

This was the first time Gakushuu felt at ease with a lover this much, he didn't need to wear his president mask to keep him impressed. He didn't need to hide his flaws to make him look up to him. He just needed to be Gakushuu Asano, a condescending asshole with a severe megalomania but had a hidden lazy side and had a thing for Karma Akabane's addictive kisses and omelettes for breakfast. He just had to be human.