Arata settled into the dorm's common room, lost in a novel.
Taro joined him, sitting beside Arata on the couch.
"Mind if I join you?" Taro asked.
Arata shook his head.
"Not at all."
As Arata read, Taro leaned back, resting his head against the couch.
Arata's eyes scanned the pages, his mind absorbing the words.
Suddenly, Taro shifted, his legs stretching out.
Without thinking, Arata leaned forward, resting his head on Taro's lap.
Taro's hand instinctively settled on Arata's hair.
Arata didn't notice, engrossed in his book.
_Yaoi Moment_
As Arata turned the page, his eyes widened.
"..."
Taro looked down, curious.
"What's wrong?"
Arata's face flushed.
"Uh...nothing."
Taro chuckled.
"Must be interesting."
Arata's squeak was involuntary.
"T-Taro!"
Taro's eyes crinkled.
"What?"
Arata quickly sat up, book falling to the floor.
"I...I need to go."
Taro's confusion deepened.
"Arata?"
Arata hastily gathered his book and fled the room.
Taro watched, puzzled.
"What just happened?"
Little did Taro know, Arata's heart raced from the unexpected intimacy.
And the yaoi scene in the book that sparked butterflies in his stomach.
