Taste Of Love - MatchaBlossom

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The sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow over the park as Kaoru and Kojiro glided effortlessly on their skateboards

Laughter echoed through the air as they weaved through the winding paths, their carefree spirits embracing the freedom of the moment

After skating, the duo decided to continue the night with drinks at a nearby bar. The dimly lit ambience surrounded them as they sat side by side, the clinking of glasses and murmurs of conversation filling the air

As the night grew late, they skated back to Kojiro's place, their steps slightly unsteady but their spirits high

The couch welcomed them, and they sank into its comfort, still giggling like mischievous schoolboys. It was in this moment of shared laughter that Kaoru's words slipped out.

"You know, Kojiro, I've had an amazing time here. It's just a pity I have to go back tomorrow," Kaoru confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy

Kojiro turned to him, his gaze filled with genuine affection. "Then come back again. Stay longer next time. We'll have even more fun," he implored, his voice laced with a heartfelt plea.

Kaoru's eyes met Kojiro's, a mix of emotions swirling within. "And when will you come back to Japan?" he asked, his voice soft but tinged with hope

Kojiro's expression grew solemn, his brows furrowing slightly. "I don't know. It might be a few years. Business keeps me tied here," he replied, his tone tinged with regret

Silence settled between them, the weight of unspoken words lingering in the air

And in that moment, Kojiro took a leap of faith. He turned towards Kaoru, his hand gently finding its place on Kaoru's. "I've delayed this for far too long, Kaoru. I don't want to wait another ten years," Kojiro confessed, his voice filled with vulnerability.

Confusion flickered in Kaoru's eyes as he searched Kojiro's face for answers. But before he could speak, Kojiro's hand cupped his cheek, pulling him into a tender, unexpected kiss. Time seemed to stand still as their lips met, a rush of emotions flooding through their veins.

Kaoru's heart pounded in his chest, his mind spinning in a whirlwind of emotions. In a moment of panic, he abruptly pulled away, stumbling off the couch. "I should... I should go to bed," he stammered, his voice filled with unease

"Kaoru," Kojiro called out softly, his voice filled with regret and longing, but it was too late. Kaoru had already left, the door closing behind him, leaving Kojiro alone with his thoughts.

Kojiro sank back onto the couch, his hand covering his face as he grappled with the intensity of the moment and the consequences of his confession. Regret gnawed at his heart, the weight of uncertainty settling upon his shoulders.

In the stillness of the room, Kojiro pondered the delicate dance between friendship and desire, wondering if their bond would ever be the same again.

Kaoru reached his room and belly-flopped onto the bed, his hands covering his face as he groaned in frustration.

"Why did I run away?" Kaoru muttered to himself, hitting his head lightly in self-chastisement. The weight of his own confusion and fear bore heavily on his heart.

Tossing and turning in his bed, Kaoru attempted to find solace in sleep, hoping to escape the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume him

But as he closed his eyes, the image of Kojiro's touch and the taste of his kiss lingered, leaving Kaoru wrestling with the internal turmoil he could no longer ignore.

In the darkness of his room, Kaoru's mind drifted, torn between the desire to forget what had transpired and the yearning to confront the truth that now lay before him, waiting to be acknowledged.

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