Operation: ToraFuku

“He doesn’t like me.”

Kenma paused his game to look up from his PSP and to look at Yamamoto, who was starting to sulk at the fact that Fukunaga didn’t like him, which was obviously not true.

Fukunaga did like Yamamoto and it was starting to get painful to watch.

“Ever since I came out as bisexual to the both of you, I know that Fukunaga thinks I like girls. I mean, when we first played off against Karasuno and when I saw their pretty manager for the first time I... I was blushing. I thought she was pretty and that’s probably what makes Fukunaga look at me different.”

“Tora... have you ever thought about Fukunaga’s perspective? You always assume he doesn’t like you or that he thinks certain things about you but... is it really true?”

“I.. I haven’t thought about it.”

“Y’know Tora, Fukunaga would always come to me about you since he can’t really tell anyone else and he can’t really tell you since you’re his crush.”

Yamamoto blinked and whipped his head around to look at Kenma, who had a small smirk on his face. “Wha-”

"He told me to keep it a secret between me and him but I think it’s about time I told you. Tora, he likes you. There’s no other reason why he would always be scared to talk to you or why he would try his best when around you. You make him smile and he makes you smile, is that right?”

“Well...” Yamamoto lowered his head and blushed. “Yeah.”

“Tora?”

Yamamoto looked up at Kenma. “Yeah?”

“When you find the perfect time, confess to him because he could lose interest in you soon and you want him to be by your side, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to be with him for the rest of your life, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then confess.”

 
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Yamamoto thought about what Kenma had told him hours after they talked. He started avoiding Fukunaga just to find the right time when he’d confess and that made Fukunaga worry.

What if he got tired of me?

Maybe I should start talking more...

Fukunaga got more worried as time flew by.

Soon enough, it was already time for the second-years to get some rest. Kenma was nowhere to be found and some other second-years were sleeping peacefully in their futons.

Yamamoto couldn’t sleep.

And neither could Fukunaga.

They were both awake in their futons, both were staring up at the ceiling.

Fukunaga sat up in his futon. He heard some shuffling and turned his head. There, Yamamoto was sitting up in his futon. Fukunaga looked away from the bleached blond which made said bleached blond stand up and walk over to him.

“Fukunaga,” Yamamoto said as a whisper. Fukunaga looked up at Yamamoto with a light pink blush that thankfully was being shadowed over by the darkness. Yamamoto sat down next to Fukunaga and due to it being dark, he thought he was sitting a relatively fair distance between him but he was actually sitting skin by skin next to him. Yamamoto blushed when he felt Fukunaga’s bare legs graze his own and he moved away from him just a bit. “Can’t sleep? ”

“No...”

“Me too.”

They both sat in silence before Yamamoto spoke up. “I’ve heard from Kenma...”

“About? ”

“About how you like me.”

“...” Fukunaga blushed some more and looked down at his lap.

“I like you too, Fukunaga. I’ve been... gushing over you ever since we began our second year. At first, I was in denial but then I started to embrace the fact that I like a guy more than I like a girl. I just... I didn’t know that you always liked me so I got more and more sad about it. I was thinking ‘maybe it’s because I blushed when I saw Karasuno’s hot manager’ that you didn’t have a chance. I do like girls but I also like guys too.”

“I know...”

“Yeah, so that’s why I get a little squirmy and fuzzy around you. Because I like you.”

“...” Yamamoto tapped around for Fukunaga’s hand and when he felt it, he grabbed a hold of it and held it in his own which made Fukunaga blush profusely. Yamamoto was also blushing because why wouldn’t he?

“Tora, what’re you-”

“Fukunaga, do you wanna be my boyfriend? ”

“...”

“I’ve... wanted to be your boyfriend for a while now and I just love how cute you are. The way you smile. Your dorky jokes. All of that! I just.. I wanna be with you until I die. I don’t care what society says because fuck society, y’know? They don’t have a say in who we like. Only we do. Fukunaga, you make me smile and I want you to smile too. I want you to be happy as well so would you...? ” Yamamoto looked down and blushed even more.

That was so not cool! , Yamamoto thought.

It took Fukunaga a minute before he responded with a nod and then a quiet “yeah I’d love too” and then he squeezed Yamamoto’s hand. Then, a moment of silence. A pregnant moment of silence.

“Wait so, should I start calling you Shouhei now? Since we’re... dating and all? ”

“Yeah, you can call me that. It is my first name after all, dummy.”

“Hey! Don’t call me a dummy! ”

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re my dummy and no one else’s.”

“I don’t feel any better than I did before...”

Fukunaga laughed ever so quietly and Yamamoto swore his heart just exploded. He felt all tingly and fuzzy inside and his face was warm as hell and red too. He looked so uncool but being uncool and happy was better than being cool and yet feeling unhappy. Yamamoto couldn’t take it anymore. He took Fukunaga’s cheeks in his hands and cupped them. He smashed what he thought were Fukunaga’s lips against his own but then realization hit him. He could feel some bone. That was Fukunaga’s...

“That’s my cheek, Tora.”

Oh my God! Oh fuck!

“Oh uh-”

Fukunaga started to laugh again and some second-years started to wake up. They both got quiet in hopes of not waking them up fully but it was too late. The deed had been done. One of the boys rubbed his eyes.

Busted.