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Sunday morning, Shimizu woke up with a slight headache and Morimichi on his cheek. Kiyoko bought herself a bed on Friday, but she decided to sleep everywhere but there. He didn't feel like going on a run or taking a shower; he felt like staying in bed all day in hopes his sister wouldn't bother him.
There's no doubt in his mind that Kiyoko saw something last night, judging by how she stared at him when he went to get a midnight snack, and the last thing he wants is his sister teasing him about it.
The more he thought about it, the hotter his body turned. He can't believe he held Shino-san's hand for most of the day, and then he kissed him.
Lips to body contact.
The only person he does that with is his sister, whom he's known for sixteen years. He and Shino-san met on April eleventh.
Today's date was April fifteenth.
Four days.
It took four days for him to fall head over heels for Shino-san, hold his hand, and kiss him.
He sighs into his pillow, careful not to rouse Morimichi, and stares at his cat plushie. Nishinoya called him handsome.
He called him other things, too, but he has never been called handsome.
"Lead the way, handsome."
Is it bad that he wants Nishinoya to call him that every time?
Shimizu shakes his head. It shouldn't be; getting called handsome is normal for guys.
Soft knocks on his door pull him out of his thoughts as Kiyoko pokes her head through. "You okay? Sulking isn't your thing."
"...'m n-not sulking," he pouts as Morimichi stretches and steps over his cheek.
Kiyoko clicks the door shut behind her and sits on the edge of his bed. "Maybe you aren't sulking, but you haven't gone on your run or read yet, so there's something wrong with you."
Shimizu purses his lips. He doesn't hide things from his sister; he's never needed to. His sister has had crushes before; maybe she'd know what to do.
"...I-I k-kissed S-Shino-san last night."
There's a silence before his sister asks, "On the lips?"
His face turns red as he vigorously shakes his head. "...n-no– I c-could never! It w-was on his c-cheek, and I um, h-held his hand for a while."
"How long is a while?"
Pulling the covers over his shoulders, he mumbles "...m-most of the time we hung o-out,"
His sister stares at him before taking a deep breath. "Am I wrong to assume you like him?"
Shimizu doesn't know. He's never seriously liked anyone before, and the only time he's been in a relationship–if he could even call it that– was when he played house with his childhood friends.
