Just A Little Bit Shy

One Step Closer - 8

Haru Ahane did not have a single innocent thought in his head. He hadn't, ever since this night started. However, when it was nearing the end — when he and Y/n reached the front gate leading up the walk to his house — the night seemed infinitely darker and lonelier. Haru was slow in unlocking the gate's mechanism and opening the tiny door. When he walked through, it was with small steps. It was desperate, how Haru was trying to stretch every single moment out to its fullest capacity. Yet, he could not express how perfect this evening had been.

Everything. Everything he had always wanted —

"Y/n," a tiny grin tugged at his lips. Haru turned to see the (h/c) boy lingering by the gate, refusing to pass through. Haru could see how Y/n's fists were twisting anxiously in his front pants pockets. Those (e/c) eyes were over his head, taking in Haru's house. Yet, they darted over to meet Haru's when he called out the boy's name, and Haru's grin widened, "I think walking me home means walking me to my door."

Haru smiled when Y/n's eyes widened and the (h/c) boy then instantly complied, stepping through the gate and following Haru up to his door.

Honestly. How could Haru have any innocent thoughts when Y/n was so good at taking instruction? Fuck, this whole night Haru wanted to nothing more than to touch him, whisper praises in his ear — how good Y/n was for him, keeping his hand right where Haru wanted it. Or, Y/n trying so hard to break out of his shy shell and speak to Haru. Oh that was — He nearly slipped up; nearly called Y/n a "good boy" right to his face when Y/n allowed Haru to order to the food. It was too early; Haru did not want to scare the (h/c) boy off. He had to remain somewhat friendly for now.

As Haru reached his front door, he stopped for a moment. He closed his eyes and listened to sound of Y/n breathing behind him. Listened to the soft tapping sound of Y/n's nervous foot. Haru took one last long second to simply bask in this moment. Haru could barely remember the last time Y/n had been this close to his house. The last time Y/n had walked with him up to the door.

They used to be best friends.

With great reluctance, Haru stuck the key in the lock of his front door. He unlocked it with a twist and then waited another beat before opening the door. Stepping through, he quickly turned on his heel. He faced Y/n, who was waiting there, just as terribly cute as he always was.

It was that precise moment that it hit Haru. The house was dark and silent inside. It was a late hour and the night was black. Y/n and him were alone, the surrounding ambience full of peaceful buzzing insects and streetlights. Not even a single car. And all Haru wanted to do was grab the front of Y/n's t-shirt and drag him inside. He wanted to taste that mouth directly. No more half-teases of indirect kisses. No more shared bottles of tea or acting innocent when all Haru wanted to do was ravish that mouth. When all he wanted to do was press Y/n against the wall so hard the framed pictures rattled. And he'd force a thigh between Y/n's legs, give the (h/c) boy something to reward himself with. And Haru would watch the show —

"Ahane?" Y/n spoke up softly.

For a second, Haru's heart jumped and he wondered if something was showing — on his face, in his prolonged silence. Fuck, why was he being so weird?

But Y/n's next words took Haru completely off guard.

"...Thank you," Y/n whispered, averting his eyes and chewing on his bottom lip.

"For what?" Haru scarcely breathed.

"T-Tonight," the (h/c) boy stuttered. "For... for spending time with me. I know — I know I'm not..." Y/n's teeth bit down too hard on his bottom lip after that, tearing the tender skin.