It was delusional. Having to think that the blonde boy whom oh so had a strong hatred for the green eyed nerd. He did nothing to him, well, that he was aware of at that. No, in fact, Yuuchiro never even spoke to Mikaela until the day he began bullying him.
Now here he was, walking in to see the smaller boy in his own t shirt. And god, did he look absolutely adorable. Mikaela could say he was petrified with himself. Cute? No, gorgeous. Yuuchiro was gorgeous to him but Mikaela certainly would not admit that. He kept his pride and decided to leave it at that.
Red smeared across his pale cheeks upon walking into his room. Slowly, Mikaela grabbed Yuu's clothes and walked back out. His mind was filled with endless thoughts and thoughts that certainly had him thinking about his interest, love wise. He always felt weird about Yuu which was really the only reason why he bullied the small boy so much. Simply because he did not understand him or his feelings for him.
Mikaela suddenly felt a harden object on his lower body. His eye twitched at the sudden feeling. The "morning wood" seemed to have came a little too late. Was it perhaps Yuuchiro's fault? Of course it was. Yuuchiro gave him an erection. But he certainly wouldn't let Yuu know that. Mikaela stayed in the laundry room downstairs until his wood calmed down. His hands were pushed over the washer with his head facing down at the moving object.
His breath quickened at an unimaginable pace. A pace he did not, once again, understand.
"What the hell is going on with me?" Mikaela asked himself, leaning against the washer. He hated Yuuchiro. He hated him with a burning passion. Or so he thought.
Usually, he'd only let females borrow his clothing when it came to sexual interactions with them. Sex. He enjoyed it, sure, but was it really enough? For a woman especially? He always contradicted the fact that he had an interest in women. And he did although, with Yuu, it was different. It was always different.
Finally, when his urges calmed down, he built the confidence and went back up to his room. Upon opening the door, the blonde headed teen took sigh, and turned the knob. He noticed Yuuchiro sitting on his bed with his own laptop placed on his milky, soft thighs. Mikaela cocked in eyebrow in curiosity.
He never noticed that Yuuchiro had such a nice body with slightly thick thighs. Yuu looked up, a small smile plastered on his pink, plump lips. Mikaela looked worn out and he noticed it. Everything was strange to him as well, if anything.
Yuuchiro hated Mikaela, no doubt there and it was true. The man made his whole life a living hell and it was only worse when they made it to high school. Even so, he smiled towards his bully. He smiled because he didn't want to earn another beating, God knows what he would do to him alone in his own house; possibly murder him. But Yuu kept quiet.
Mikaela made his way to his laptop and opened it up.
"Well," Mikaela coughed, "whatcha got kid?"
Yuu scrunched his nose in an attempt to lift his glasses but evidently failed in doing so.
"I'm not sure, I've never really looked into ... the gay community," Yuu whispered.
"Who the fuck studies this anyways? Gay people, what the hell is the difference from straight?" Mikaela asked, angering filling his voice. Mahiru has always made his life a living hell and even giving him assignments such as studying the gay community was an overstep. He never really cared for it; it wasn't his business to care. But, he never hated it. Mikaela was always taught that love is love no matter what and he accepted that.
Yuuchiro stayed silent, awkwardness filling the room. Mikaela only became frustrated. Yuu must've really been scared.
"I think my dad has his weird gay porno books in his library, we can go check there," Mika suggested. Yuu's eyes widened. Porno, he preferred the term, hentai, more like. Even so, Yuu never even watched such ill-fitted compositions. No, it was truly disgusting to him.
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Slightly On The Inside (Mikayuu)
Fanfiction"I don't know, it's kind of weird. You hating me and suddenly, your actions don't correlate your feelings. Show me compassion and I'll show you the mimicked actions because suddenly, I feel like a puppet tied to your strings but really, it doesn't f...