why Hira ?

huh?

Kiyoi bit his lip as he stared at his phone, staring at the text and trying not to overthink his reply.

After losing contact with Hira he’d decided the best option for him was to leave the country. And he was so grateful he did. He was a currently in university, majoring in drama, concentrating on screenplay and directing and minoring in acting. He was enjoying himself after dealing with the initial hurdles of language barriers and culture shock. But he’d settled in after the first semester and was fairly popular. This time for his genuine talent, not just his looks.

The university was holding an open day where final year high school students could explore their chosen faculties. He’d been chosen as the first year representative of the arts faculty. He’d laughed off most of the mooney eyed boys and girls and introduced his faculty along with his classmates, handing out prizes when the teens participated in the small games they had set up. He’d been feeling a little overwhelmed by the attention after a bit and had stepped away. He didn’t realise he was being followed until there was a sealed bottle of water being handed to him. And he’d been greeted with the brightest smile he’d ever seen. He’d almost shielded his eyes at how fucking incandescent it was. It was the dark eyes that made him take the bottle. They were filled with genuine concern. “You looked tired,” a sweet voice hummed as he cracked open the seal, appreciating the chilled liquid sliding down his throat.

“Thank you. I’m Kiyoi,” Kiyoi stood offering his hand. The cute boy took it, “Porchay but I go by Chay. You’re not Thai are you P’Kiyoi?,” Chay asked. “Japanese. I’m in the arts faculty,” Kiyoi stated taking another long sip of the refreshingly icy water. Chay’s eyes widened with enthusiasm, “What do you major in? I’m planning to go for music,” he stated. “Drama. What instrument do you play? Or are you a singer?,” Kiyoi asked. “Guitar and I sing,” Chay stated proudly. “That’s incredible. I can’t wait to hear you perform,” Kiyoi hummed. “Thank you phi,” Chay looked up at him through his thick eyelashes, and Kiyoi cocked his head at the light nervousness on the boy's face. “I was wondering if I could have phi’s number? To ask about the faculty,” he quickly added seeing the surprise on Kiyoi’s face. It was cute and Kiyoi felt a blush rise on his cheeks. The guys and girls were flirty but at the end of the day were too intimidated by Kiyoi’s resting bitch face to ask him out. Kiyoi bit his lip coyly, heart rate rising as he saw the smoulder in Chay’s eyes as he tracked the movement. Those innocent eyes didn’t look so innocent as they darkened when Kiyoi flicked his tongue out to wet his lips. “Your phone?,” Kiyoi asked after a moment. Chay looked at him with surprise but handed him his phone. Kiyoi typed in his number and handed it to Chay to name as he wish.

Kiyoi would get his first message from Chay that night. A goodnight message wishing him sweet dreams. And after close to twenty minutes of typing and deleting numerous replies, he wished Chay similarly and fell asleep feeling a little less lonely. He and Chay texted pretty often and eventually the texting led to them dating.

Their first date was at a cat cafe when Chay found out how much Kiyoi loved felines of all kinds. Which was cute seeing as how catlike the older boy was. Chay was enraptured by Kiyoi’s innate need for attention. Something he tried very hard to hide. He tried to be the commanding one, the ‘top’ as it were but Chay watched as his boyfriend would discreetly look to him for approval. Would preen every time Chay complimented him. The awe in his eyes every time Chay would initiate touch. From what Chay could tell his boyfriend had been in a relationship where he’d been seen as a God and treated as such instead of a boyfriend. Kiyoi was coy, possessive and got jealous and insecure easily. But he was also touch-starved, so very sweet  and tried so hard to make sure Chay was happy in the relationship. Chay made sure to be the best he could be for his pretty boyfriend. He complimented him and kissed and touched him at every possible opportunity. Kiyoi was so very precious, treating Chay’s heart like a treasure to hoard and Chay was determined to return his affection with fervour.