Falling - Iganana

Salt

"Hey, come over today to study. My parents are on a business trip," Igarashi told Nana after the last class ended.

"Study?" Nanashima raised one eyebrow.

"We can eat food," shrugged Iga. Yeah, alone in his house with Nana, it'll be relaxing and will remind him that their friendship is absolutely completely platonic, even if his friend is really sexy.

"Sounds good," nodded Nana. He swore Igarashi was checking him out in the shower earlier. Maybe Iga liked him?

"Bye!" Serinuma and Nishina said goodbye to the boys, laughing about something ship related.

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"When you invited me over to study, I wasn't expecting us to actually study," said Nanashima, dramatically turning a page in his textbook.

"I'm kinda stressed about this test," answered Igarashi. "I barely did the homework."

"You always finish your homework," Nana said. "What changed?"

A big gay crush.

And sleep deprivation.

"It doesn't matter, what do you want to eat?" Igarashi changed the subject.

"I don't care, ramyeon is fine," Nana coughed, sitting up after having slouched on the couch for so long. "Unless you have pork cutlet."

"Okay," Iga stood up, stretching his stiff arms. Both boys wore tee shirts and sweatpants.

"I'll help," Nanashima followed him to the kitchen.

"You don't have to," said Iga, getting out the pan.

"Where do you keep the salt?" asked Nana, opening cupboards.

Igarashi reached for the salt in the cupboard from behind Nana, not an inch of space between them.

"Iga," breathed Nana, slowly turning around to face him.

Igarashi stared at his friend's green eyes, glancing down at his parted lips.

Both were quiet, hearts beating faster with every second of silence.

Fuck it, Iga thought, covering Nana's lips with his own.

The blond made a noise in the back of his throat, returning the kiss, his hands clutching Iga's shirt.

Igarashi broke the kiss to take off his shirt, and then Nana's. Nanashima initiated it again, mouths open and tongues searching.

The black haired boy grabbed the blond's thighs and shoved him up on the kitchen counter, pressing himself between his legs.

Nana's breath fanned his neck as Iga planted open mouthed kisses down his torso.

"Iga, please," gasped Nanashima, catching his mouth in another desperate kiss and grinding against him.

The there was a knock at the front door.

The boys stopped, eyes making alarmed contact.

Igarashi didn't remove his arms from his waist, only pulling him down from the counter.

"Go hide," he whispered, letting him go reluctantly.

"You're going to answer the door like that?" Nana chuckled, gesturing to the obvious bulge in Iga's sweatpants and the lack of a shirt.

"Shit," hissed Igarashi, pulling on one of the shirts on the floor and running to grab one of the large pillows on the couch to cover his dilemma.

He made sure Nanashima was out of sight before he opened the door.

"Is Nana here? His sister said he was," Mutsumi questioned, stepping inside, followed by Serinuma, Nishina, and Shinomiya.

"No, he must be getting food somewhere," Igarashi lied, awkwardly holding the pillow in front of him. "Why are you here?"

"We wanted to hang out somewhere, I guess we'll chill here," Shinomiya shrugged. "You got any food?"

"My parents probably wouldn't be okay with all of you here," grimaced Iga, his erection not diminishing. "Leave please."

"So rude, Iga!" Nishina scolded as they walked into the kitchen. "Why is your shirt inside out?"

"I was taking a nap," he huffed.

"You spilled a lot of salt, man," Shinomiya pointed at the salt container on the floor.

"That's bad luck," Mutsumi stated.

"Is that a tee shirt in the sink?" Serinuma asked.

"Okay, time to go," Igarashi basically shoved his friends out the door. "Have a nice time bye."

The front door closed and locked.

"That was odd," Mutsumi noted.

Nishina made smug eye contact with Serinuma. "Very."

They heard a crash from inside, and then silence.

"Oh my god is he dead," Shinomiya gasped.

"Window," suggested Nishina, and all four raced to the nearby window.

The curtains were open, and so were the blinds, revealing a coffee table on its side and Igarashi aggressively making out with a shirtless boy on the couch.

"There's Nanashima," smirked Nishina as Serinuma fangirl screamed, Shinomiya cussed, and Mutsumi blinked.

Author's Note

That's all folks, I might write more KHNM stories, it all depends. If I do, it would be Mutsumi x Shinomiya. Thanks for reading!

lol I started watching this show because of one of Thomas Sanders' videos. I heard it was gay and came running.