Caught (Sequel to Noticed & Pursued)

The Beginning - 1

Some secrets are so twisted they should frighten you.

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Pale fingers trailed over (s/c) skin. It was strange for Akihiko to consistently wake up surrounded by Y/n; their limbs entangled and bodies pressed close together, velveteen warmth radiating off their touching skin. It was stranger to no longer feel the abyss in his soul constantly throb anew. Akihiko was not the unloved child he once was: alone, afraid, abandoned...

Strangest of all, perhaps, was that every morning Akihiko woke up first; he'd trail his fingers along a sleeping Y/n's skin — tracing the curve of the boy's jaw and the bridge of his nose — and every time he removed his fingers, Y/n would unconsciously follow them.

It was so very precious. It was all so very precious. Which was why Akihiko always regretted what he had to do next.

"Y/n," he nudged the other boy's shoulder. "Y/n, wake up."

Y/n's eyelids fluttered, his face scrunched, and he mumbled incoherently under his breath. Then the (h/c) boy buried his face further in Akihiko's pillow and tried to sink back into dreamland.

"No, Y/n," Akihiko's voice sharpened. "We have school. You have to wake up."

"Five more minutes," Y/n's words were muffled by the pillow.

Akihiko pressed his hand more firmly against Y/n's shoulder before delivering a push. One that had Y/n flailing and rolling off the bed's other side.

"Fuck," Y/n hissed as he tumbled onto the hard floor. "Why do you always do this? I am not going to sleep with you — next to you, I mean, if you keep shoving me off the bed in the morning."

"There is no other way to motivate you to get ready on time," Akihiko murmured, watching Y/n stand up, (h/c) hair askew and (e/c) eyes narrowed with contempt. "You always forget that my apartment is further away from school than yours. We have to wake up earlier."

"Yeah, yeah whatever," Y/n muttered, "I need to take a shower."

In an instant, Akihiko was out of bed and following after Y/n as the (h/c) boy headed into his bathroom. Y/n caught him and arched a brow.

"We'd save time — and water — if we showered together," Akihiko said, suspiciously magnanimous.

Y/n snorted, "The hell we would."

Akihiko pushed him into the bathroom, following after him with a razor-sharp smirk.

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"You are sneaky, Akihiko, you know that?" Y/n called out from the bedroom, one suspiciously long shower later. The (h/c) boy was slowly coming to the horrifying realization that most of his stuff had migrated from his apartment to Akihiko's — and he hadn't even really noticed until this point. Yet, as he looked at all his school uniforms (folded and tuck neatly into the bedside drawer beside Akihiko's own as if they always belonged there), Y/n's eyes were finally opened.

"How am I sneaky?" Akihiko responded from the kitchen — where he was probably putting breakfast together for them.

Y/n sighed as he began getting dressed. "Why is all my stuff already at your apartment? I do not remember leaving three separate uniforms here."

Y/n had the sneaking suspicion that Akihiko was ever so slowly trying to get him to move in with the black-haired boy. It was the only reason to explain why Akihiko always insisted Y/n leave his stuff here, or why Y/n's preferred soaps were littering the other boy's bathroom. Hell, Akihiko was probably the one who packed away some of his uniforms so Y/n, "wouldn't have any kind of excuse to not be here with him."