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In denial, in perplexity. She didn't know
how to deal with these strange feelings
and emotions budding within her as she
spent time with her six male friends.
Growing up surrounded by men her
entire life, she...
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Morning...
Izana woke to weird warmth at his back and a strange weight across his waist. He turned his head. Of course it was Shion. Only this idiot crashed at his place uninvited yesterday when he had a whole family to go home to.
His one arm was banded around Izana's waist. When Izana shifted, the grip tightened, dragging him closer. Heat crept up Izana's neck. He carefully pried at Shion's wrist. Shion groaned, and the hold cinched tighter.
Izana's patience was thinning. He could kick him off the bed. But Dr. Miyamura's advice from last week's appointment rang in his head. "Try to be more patient, especially first thing in the morning."
He exhaled and tried a different angle. He slid two fingers beneath Shion's forearm but to no luck. Shion only nuzzled between Izana's shoulder.
"Shion," Izana hissed under his breath. "Let. Go."
Just sleepy noise was heard. Izana tested all possible methods he knew. However, Shion's response was to hook a knee over Izana's thigh and make escape physically impossible.
Izana's eyes twitched. "I am trying," he informed the universe, "to be a better person."
He tried again, patting Shion's forearm. "Shion. Move."
Shion didn't budge at first until Izana sighed and intertwined his fingers with Shion's, his face covered with redness. Suddenly, Shion loosened his hold, much to Izana's surprise.
"There we go," Izana whispered, sliding the arm off his waist an inch at a time. Shion tightened his hold again. Welp.
His eyes fell shut. "...fuck it."
In one swift move, the white-haired man grabbed his friend's wrist, yanked it free and pinned both of his hands above his head. The sudden motion jolted Shion out of dreamland. His eyes shot open.
"W-what the-Izana?!" Shion's face turned crimson in seconds. He was steaming.
"Dumbass," Izana deadpanned, leaning close to his friend's face. "I'm not your fucking boyfriend."
"Huh? Why did I-Ow!" Before Shion could even finish, Izana flicked his forehead.
Straightening, Izana snatched up his towel from a chair and slung it over his shoulder. "Wake up already or we're gonna be late for school."
Shion just lay there, wrists tingling where Izana had held them. His heart was pounding fast. The image of Izana over him replayed in his head and the heat in his cheeks only got worse. "What the hell was that..." he clamped his face in bashfulness.
Shion slapped his cheeks several times before dragging himself out of bed. He grabbed his towel and shuffled toward the bathroom. The door creaked open and through the gap, he saw Izana already lounging in the bathtub.
