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18: a yua's realization

18: a yua's realization
Alt. Title: Satoru said, "I said for you to go on a vacation, not a date, Hori!"

Itchy.

A hand with properly trimmed nails scratched his nape. These days, Yua Shihori felt like he had been bitten by mosquitoes one too many times. But when he checked his skin in the mirror, there were no bite marks at all. His skin remained flawless, free of any marks.

"... why does it feel so weird?" His lips set into a thin line as this situation troubled him greatly. Often, his skin tingled, as if someone had bitten him. It couldn't be that he was allergic to something, right?

I should find a reliable dermatologist when I have time.

"Shihori-san," Yuuta called out from outside the hall, making Shihori pause. "I've finished packing up."

The nurse bit his lower lip. He took a long deep breath before sighing. After staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, Shihori stepped out and saw the main door open. Yuuta stood outside, looking prim proper. A model child that parents would fight over. When his dark blue eyes turned towards, lashes flattering enticingly, Shihori's heart skipped a beat.

This is bad, a drop of sweat rolled down his forehead. With the dreams getting worse, my body reacts to every little thing he does. Dread filled his heart.

How could he be like this?

"Shihori-san?"

Stepping back in shock, Shihori almost jumped when he realized that Yuuta, at some point in time, had entered and stood in front of him. For the first time, Shihori observed Yuuta carefully.

Unlike a year ago, the scrawny little kid who could barely wield a sword had developed some muscles, his cheeks not as slim and almost malnourished-looking. And the child who barely reached his chest had grown a lot, the top of his head reaching Shihori's nose. When the nurse's gaze landed on Yuuta's lips, his fingers twitched.

Why did Yuuta's lips seem so full in his eyes?

Subconsciously, a hand lifted from his side. By the time he realized what he was doing, the tip of his thumb had already caressed the stunned Yuuta's lower lip. The two of them stared at each other, not moving out of surprise. When he finally got his bearings together, Shihori pulled his hand away and walked past Yuuta.

"I, I'll get my keys in my room. Wait for me outside!" Shihori, who rarely loses his composure, exclaimed as he marched away.

What the fuck was that?

Why would he—

What was he—

What the fuck?

Once he reached his room, Shihori made a mess of his hair. His once neat image had gone down the drain in an instant as he tried to recompose himself. Get yourself together, that's a minor! In any case, he's still the child who you looked after for, at least, four years!

Shihori wasn't dumb.

He recognized his own actions; the reactions his body made whenever Yuuta was near. And it was because he was aware that it made him feel dirty. In his twenty-six years of living, lust never once visited Shihori. Of course, he had seen pornographic materials before, courtesy of Satoru, but he never had any reaction.

(Satoru joked that Shihori should become a monk or a priest if he ever got tired of being a nurse)

So, how come Yuuta's presence elicited such reactions from him?

This was the part that baffled Shihori the most.

It came out of nowhere that a person like Shihori didn't know what to do.