Shelter

Blind

Mutsumi calmly made his way to his next class, smiling to himself about how adorable Shinomiya was when he kissed him last night.
And when he got to touch his hair, that was a plus.

"Brother," a voice slid into his ear, making his heart beat faster in an anxious way.

"Why are you here?" Mutsumi asked.

"I got you a blind date tonight. You don't get any action, you should be thanking me," he cackled. "I'm texting you the details."

"I'm not going to go," said Mu.

"Mom and Dad know about it, you have no choice. Wear something nice."

~~~

Shinomiya caught up with Mutsumi after school.

"My mom wants you to come over tonight," said Shi, blushing lightly. "If that's okay."

"I would love to," Mutsumi smiled, then remembered what his brother had threatened. His face dimmed. "I forgot, I do have to go somewhere tonight."

"Okay," Shinomiya frowned, a little hurt.

~~~

At seven, Mutsumi entered the restaurant, having been told that the guy he was meeting would be wearing a blue denim jacket, black pants, and Vans.

Mutsumi had worn his favorite tan cardigan over a forest green shirt and jeans. He spotted someone wearing the outfit just as the someone noticed him.

"You must be Mutsumi," he greeted, shaking his hand. "I'm Keiynan."

He was black and gorgeous, his natural brown undercut bringing more attention to his sharp jawline and friendly face.

"I bet you're wondering how I know your brother," he said. "I don't."

"What?"

"I know your parents," Keiynan said as they sat down in a booth. "My mom worked with them for a job promotion and when she found out that they had a son my age, they arranged it. Your brother was the messenger, for some reason."

"Oh," said Mutsumi.

After they ordered their food, they fell into steady conversation about school and their life aspirations.

"I want to be a chemical engineer," revealed Keiynan, taking a sip from his water. "My mind is mostly numbers oriented."

They finished their supper, and split the check after neither one would back down from paying.

"This was nice, Keiynan, and you're a very good person, but I don't know if this will work out," admitted Mutsumi.

"Is there another person?"

Mutsumi blinked, at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, that's none of my business. You're really handsome and charming, and I wish you all the happiness in the world," Keiynan apologized, holding his hand encouragingly. "Best of luck."

"You too," Mutsumi smiled.

After Mutsumi declined their invite, Shinomiya and his mom decided to pick up some food to go at a certain restaurant, for a rare treat.

The first thing Shinomiya saw in the restaurant was Mutsumi holding hands across the table with a beautiful boy he didn't know.

His immediate impulse was to run to the table and drag Mu away, but he thought about it further. After all, all he and Mutsumi had done was kiss. There was nothing official there.

"Which sauce do you want, Shi?" His mom asked, derailing his train of thought.

Shinomiya and his mom went home with hot food, but only one of them was in a happy emotional state.

~~~

The next morning, before the first bell rang, Shinomiya approached Mutsumi.

"Come with me," he said, grabbing his hand and fast walking to the empty restroom.

"What's wrong, Shinomiya?" Mutsumi gazed at him with kind brown eyes.

"You said you'd be willing to kiss me anytime," Shi stated, a frown on his small face as he backed Mu against the wall.

Shinomiya attacked his mouth with his own, making the kiss wet and messy already as he tugged at Mu's uniform shirt.

Mutsumi returned the passion, wondering what caused Shi to act so animal-like until Shinomiya wrapped a leg around his, grinding his crotch against his thigh, and all rational thought escaped him.

Shi broke away from him, breathing a little off. "You should go to my house for supper tonight. And dessert."

He swiftly exited the restroom just as the bell rang.

As Mutsumi stood against the wall, he checked his reflection in the mirror, noting that his carefully ironed uniform was a wrinkled mess.

Why was Shinomiya acting so odd, he pondered.

Author's Note:

Waiter, who put this angst in my smut?