failed attempts to fly

is this the place that i've been dreaming of?

I never understood the meaning of "walk of shame." Having a night of hot sex, what's there to feel shame about?

Grant it, I've never experienced this before, but all I know is I'm far from ashamed—or so I thought.

Coming home the next day, wearing men's gym clothes with my own clothing stashed in a paper bag does make me turn the knob a little slower than usual.

Tiptoeing through the front door after being nearly gone for 24 hours, wishing there wasn't a blue-eyed person with arms crossed waiting for my arrival.

But when am I ever that lucky? "Where the hell have you been?!" The voice startles my failed attempt to be sneaky.

Fuck.

"I lost track of time. Sorry I didn't tell you—wait, Koushi?! What are you? Where's Rio?"

And why are you wearing Rio clothes? I wanted to ask that too, but I'll save that for another time.

"Covering for your ass." He rolls his eyes, "now hurry up and change before Rio gets done showering."

My bedroom door has never clicked so fast before in my life.

Alone in my room, all I could think about was my time with Hajime and how his white shirt still smelled like him. I smell like him. Cologne, scent, his everything tickles my skin, hugging me, as he did for the entire night.

And when morning came, the warm sun rays warmed our bodies, and tender lips tickled my skin. And his voice a few octaves deeper in his groggy state, welcoming the day.

The entire time with him felt like such a dream. An extremely hot, sexy dream that I almost had to pinch myself numerous times. Everything I could have ever imagined and fantasized about came to fruition. And now, nothing ever can compare to the real fucking thing.

He made breakfast, scrounging what he could find in his fridge, apologizing because he wasn't better prepared. But I was busy ogling to care what I ate.

I'll have you for breakfast, please.

Too which I did.

Not sure if he could read minds, or maybe our minds were in sync. Either way, I did not complain.

"I have to open the store." He said, almost in a pout, regretting letting the part-timer take the weekend off.

"I should head out then, leave you to your work," I replied, full of understanding.

"Or you could just stay..." He offered. It was the way he shyly asked that made my heart palpitate. Because if he'd asked me to stay by his side forever in this dream, I wouldn't refuse.

God, he's so fucking adorable.

"I would love to. But..." the real world is calling. "Rio is probably losing his shit right about now, plus I have homework pilling up."

"Should I formally introduce myself?" He offered as he parked his car in my driveway. An act of chivalry that I appreciated. However, coming home a day later to the person responsible for my absence is probably not ideal timing to meet my brother.

"What time did you get home last night?" After a short nap, I found my way back to the kitchen, where an understanding and supportive Suga was replaced by Rio and his scowling curiosity.

"I wasn't paying attention to the time." I tried to sound as convincing as I could. I technically wasn't lying, so there's no need to fumble my words.

"Never heard the front door open." He responds, catching on to my inability to look him in the eyes.