Amasai oneshots (very slow updates)

Trust in the Closet- 4

Tw: none i dont think-
STORIES WITH LITTLE-NO DIALOGUE IS MY SPECIALTY IM SORRY
!fluff-smut!
Word count: 2341

Basking under the warm sunlight through his room whilst reading what seemed to be some type of manga, glasses loosely hanging down from his face and slipped down the bridge of his nose as his raven blue hair hung over his golden eyes as if trying to hide the black-purple eyebags was none other than the detective everyone has come to know and love, Shuichi Saihara.

The oh-so-gentle boy, with a feminine looking figure and a pretty face that could make anyone fall for him within an instant, even just a glance and you'll be drooling. His shiny grayed out golden eyes, the shy and flustered smile he gives everyone and the way his hair perfectly rests atop his head, and his ahoge sprouting out from the top of his head and perfectly swooping down. Not to forget, his long lashes. All of his features that made him look so girly, so feminine and cute and yet when he speaks it's a whole different story.

His deeper-than-average, masculine and yet soft voice made his significant other feel other types of emotions, it makes his head run around in circles and almost drives him mad- how a boy so pretty and shy could sound so masculine and gentle. He, himself, found it weird. Letting his ears take in the sound of his boyfriend rambling on and on about his story, though he isn't paying much attention since he's so very distracted by the beautiful boy in front of him. If he wanted to let his mind wander he would start picturing the boy in more feminine types of clothing. and it would be just enough to make him stare longer a little longer in awe.

Of course, putting Rantaro's thoughts aside, said boy snapped back to reality when he felt a figure climb on top of himself and sit down onto his lap, wiggling to find the perfect position. At first he was startled, maybe even thiught about agreeing with himself that he was flustered but, then he calmed once the voice spoke.

"Hey, Rantaro...?" Shuichi's voice laced with love, maybe a little bit of flusteredness. He isn't the type to show affection unless he's...

"Hm." Rantaro only let out a hum in response to the shorter boys question.

"I wanna kiss you. Please?"

"I don't see why you wouldn't be able to," he paused "yeah, fine alright."

The male with the green hair sat up, his colored hair also drooping down in front of his glowing green eyes to match his hair. It should've been Shuichi's turn to admire, but never got the chance to when as the feeling of two gentle hands were placed down onto his own hips. Rantaro struggled to find a perfect position since they're both on the floor in a small enclosed area, and as ironic as it sounds- they are in the closet. Huh, a gay couple in the closet kissing.

Shuichi found this to be a very comforting place to be, just him and the darkness as well as the added silence, and during the day or in the mornings, the also added sunlight. Or it was comforting, until Rantaro decided to sit next to him of course. He had absolutely no problem with his significant others actions since he absolutely loved the laid back and calming presence, but the area was just...a tad too tight for the two.

Then without warning, a pair of soft lips met his own and they took each other in a passionate and loving kiss, their lips moving against one anothers but staying in synce as if it wasn't rheir first time, Rantaro using an index finger to hold his boyfriends head up and even tilting his head just a bit as a tease, something he does way too often but can you blame him? Hearing the gentle voice whine at him was super cute, or what's the word...appealing.