bakukiri oneshots

💟 idiot 💟

fluff
middle school krbk

His raven locks flow in the gentle spring breeze as he jumps around excitedly. He had just told his boyfriend that his moms had gotten them and their friends tickets to a theme park in Tokyo. They'd be leaving this evening, Friday, and would come back Sunday night. He turned to his boyfriend to see his reaction, only to find him squinting at him with clouded eyes. He stopped his jumping, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

The ash-blonde teenager seems to have not noticed and simply shakes his head in an almost fond manner. He sits under the tree, gesturing towards the other's unopened bento. "Eat, stupid. Lunch doesn't last forever." He hums, watching the other huff and sit down across from him, picking his food up and placing it in his lap. "Do the other extras know?"

Shoveling rice into his mouth, he looks up and speaks through a mouthful of white grains. "Mhm, tol' 'em earlier."

The hothead watches the single grain of rice on his cheek as he speaks with food in his mouth. He leans in slowly, almost cautiously, and wipes it off, eating it himself. "Okay."

With a slightly red, stunned face, he simply nods, noticing his boyfriend looking at him the same way he was earlier as he takes a bite of his teriyaki chicken. Swallowing his food, he huffs, "dude, right there, that look, stop it! Y'know I hate being judged. You do it all the time, I told you."

"One, stop calling me 'dude'. Two, I'm not fucking judging you, idiot. You're just so fucking cute, I have to hold myself back from kissing the living shit outta you," he spat out aggressively before continuing. "If anything, I'm judging /myself/ for feeling so goddamn impulsive and not having a better control of my thoughts."

The younger of the two was speechless, a dark red blush covering his face from ear to ear and all the way down his neck. His eyes were widened, flickering all over his best friend's face, not knowing how to respond. Although, it seems the latter wasn't done.

"I just don't do it since you don't want your first kiss to be at school," he adds with a shrug, looking off and picking at the grass. "Which is fine, I can admire that. Just don't be surprised when we come back to school on Monday and we've kissed, like, ten times by then."

They lock eyes finally, red meeting red. Composed meeting flustered. The cocky teenager laughed softly at his boyfriend's flushed face, stopping when he felt a soft pair of lips against his cheek. He looks at the raven-haired boy as he pulls back, blushing with slightly trembling lips.

"I can't wait."

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