Fall | hinata harem

chapter forty-two

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Rintarou Suna | 2:02 p.m., Sunday

"Are you in a rush to get home, by chance?"

Shouyou's buckling his seatbelt before he looks at me in puzzlement. As if I were trying to avoid my nervousness, I started the engine while he answered.

"Not in particular. Why, is there something else you wanted to do, maybe?"

"Yes," I answer honestly, "There's a place I wanted to take you, someplace special to me that I thought you might like. If you're against it- I know we're still pretty new friends- I'll totally understand."

"No, no, I trust you, Rintarou. I'd love to go."

We pulled out of the parking lot of the sushi bar and I was trying desperately to fight back a grin. The place my grandpa took me as a kid, now abandoned, but still as cool as ever. It's a place I go to clear my head and a place I hold close to my heart.

I hold Shouyou near and dear to me as well, so I want to show him the place where I take all my sorrow and joy; the old amusement park.

Now so overgrown by all the forestry around it, not many, if any people at all, go there anymore. It was a mere ten years since it had been abandoned, and Sakusa did me the favor of relinquishing ownership of it and the surrounding area to me for my nineteenth birthday.

"Thank you. I promise you're going to like it."

The drive lasted close to twenty minutes, most of which was spent on backroads heading into the forestry, and a joke slipping from Shouyou's mouth similar to "You're not taking me into the middle of nowhere to kill me, are you?"

Of course I wouldn't ever do such a thing.

I park in the place I always do, beneath a large oak tree, and we get out. The amusement park isn't lit up until nighttime when the solar-powered lights activate, but it's still an equally as beautiful sight.

Shouyou's even more beautiful as he stares at everything in awe.

"Wow~" He coos, "I didn't know there was something like this just outside of the city. Is it not operating anymore?"

"No," I murmur softly as we walk around the area. Shouyou traces a hand up the rusting metal of the Ferris wheel. "It went out of business a while back, and it's just been getting worse and worse. It'd take a lot to fix it, and nobody really has an interest in small parks like this one. That's probably the reason it ended up the way it did."

"You really think so? I love it, though... I'm sure there's a lot of other people who'd like it, too!"

"Haha, I love the optimism, but that's like wishing on stars. Those people in the city only care about getting from point A to point B with minimal distractions. It's a sad life they live."

"... I hate to argue with you on that, but I think the lives they live are very beautiful. Sometimes having an ordinary life and just going about your day is... a rather nice thing to be able to do. Some people have it a lot harder than that."

My God. The way he thinks is so beautiful. The way he looks so passionate about what he says- I wish I could mold his way of thinking into my skull and look at things the way he does. What exactly does he have to go through to get to the point of seeing mundane living as a blessing?

A glance at the bitemark-shaped scar on his hand tells me all I need to know.

I take his arm, very gently so as not to alarm him, and I carefully begin to pull him in for a hug, which he returns gratefully.

"When people call someone beautiful, most of the time they use the wrong term. They mean 'attractive' or 'pretty', but 'beautiful'... beautiful is being attracted to someone's soul and their way of thinking. Their way of living, their heart. And, God, Shouyou... You're so damn beautiful."

His gentle little heart pounded against my chest as he held me tighter, though it was hard to feel with mine beating just as fast. His stunning doe eyes peer up at me, half out of curiosity and half out of a sort of admiration.

What was he admiring, I wonder.

Without a word, I let his eyes lull me closer to his face, my hands now moving to relax on his lower back and his hip, and I watch the distance between us steadily close until, suddenly, I feel his slightly chilled lips pressing against mine.

I'm in heaven just like that.

I hadn't meant to do what I had done. To kiss him. (Oh, God. I'm kissing Shouyou?) I was looking into his luscious eyes, trying to find the reflection of my eyes within his, and I thought It'd be wonderful if I could kiss him right now. I want to kiss him more than anything.

And, now, my cold lips are pressed against his, not so cold anymore. He takes a step back and leans against the cold metal of one of the rides (not sure which one, too enamored in this beautiful man), and now I'm pressing my arm against it as well, leaning over Shouyou and creating a deeper, more sensual connection between our mouths.

His lips parted, a soft gasp of sorts escaping his throat. I want to move his hair away from his forehead, caress beneath his eyes, and kiss him all over, but my movements are shaky and I can hardly stand to have our lips parted for that long before I press myself back against him.

His hair ends up tangled between my fingers, and I feel his nails gliding along the back of my neck and sending pleasant shivers down my spine.

This time when his lips part, he moves to deepen the kiss with his tongue, and I'm all but ready to accept him.

My hands, as excited as they are, are running rampant along the curves of his body. Even though they're cold, Shouyou lets me slip them beneath his shirt and coat just as our tongues brush. A moan vibrates my lips, delivered from Shouyou's peach-tasting mouth.

He had a peach-based dessert earlier.

My pants are tight- Too tight. I should stop, I have to. But I don't want to. God, I don't want to stop for anything.

What would be the harm in stripping down right here, or even in my car, and just showering this lovely man in all my love and affection?

Just pleasure him until he cries my name.

"Shouyou," I gasp, but his lips close the distance I created instantly. I take a moment, and I try again.

"Shouyou," I groan lowly. This time, I place a gentle hand on his forehead, stopping him from coming back to me. His eyes, as bright as gemstones, as luscious as the ripest of peaches, stare up at me through his lashes.

He doesn't want to stop, so why don't we just continue?

Because he'll end up drowning himself in guilt if we go any further. He's still recovering from his past. I saw how horrified and anxious he was just because of what went on between him and Atsumu. I don't want to see him go through that again.

This time, I take a few deep breaths and carefully try to fix his hair which I had made a mess of. The feel of his saliva on my lips and the empty feeling inside my mouth made me yearn for more. The feeling grew worse when a sharp winter breeze blew through the area.

He reaches up with the end of his sleeve and carefully wipes at my lips. Then, he gives an awkward smile that leaves me feeling even giddier than before.

Like, jump up in the air and clip your heels together giddy.

"Are you going to be alright?" He mutters to me, his eyes motioning toward my pants.

"Don't worry," I whisper in return, "I'll be alright. I'm sorry I did that. I don't know what came over me."

"You did that? I thought I did?"

We both stare at each other for a moment, then, we break out in uncontrollable laughter. We make our way back to the car, leaving with a feeling of light-heartedness.

I'm glad he doesn't resent the time that we spent together.

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