A brunette relaxed under the warmth that radiated from the cold windowsill. He could feel the alcohol kicking in, and his head was spinning.
“I think I’m gay”
He tilts his head sideways with his eyes close. His head leans forward as he’s on the verge of passing out.
“It’s not you think”
A voice startles him out of nowhere and his head shoots back up straight.
“You are gay”
His eyes pop open as he stares at the owner of the voice.
“Quiet! I don’t know how you got here, but no one is supposed to know”
His dark iris stares into obsidian ones.
“Komori, I came here with you”
Komori tried to fight the urge to pass out right then and there. But it was fruitless as his head fell directly on the table with a tiny thud.
“And you weren’t that subtle about it either”
- Be Yourself -
"You're awake"
A deep voice startled Komori as he yawned.
"Sakusa? What are you doing here"
Komori rubbed his closed eyes open.
"There's soup for your hangover on the table"
Komori's eyes slowly open before blinking from the morning sun. He had a bad headache as memories from last night replayed in his head.
He remembered downing one shot after another, singing and dancing to Taylor Swift's songs, and telling Sakusa that he was–
"Oh my god, I didn't just do that last night"
Komori breaks free from his thoughts and buries his face in his hands.
"Please tell me I didn't do that"
He mumbled to himself.
"You did"
Sakusa replies as he takes another sip of his coffee. Komori was internally freaking out, as he wasn't supposed to slip. He was supposed to remain hidden in the closet with the doors locked tight.
"But I don't care"
Komori stopped panicking to look back at Sakusa.
"Because no matter what, you will still be Motoya to me"
Komori was at a loss for words as tears began to fill his eyes.
"Sakusaaaa"
Kormoi cried as he reached to hug the other. Komori almost fell forward when Sakusa dodged the incoming hug with a step to the side.
"Come on Sakusa, just let me hug you!"
- Accept yourself for who you are -
“Why did I agree to this again?”
The curly-haired stared at the energetic brunette in front of him.
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