Seven Weeks: A Seven Days Fanfiction

WEEK TWO: Friday (Touji)

I woke to the sound of my new cell phone's alarm. I rolled over and tapped the screen, then stretched carefully, testing the ache in my muscles. They were maybe a little better than yesterday. I buried my face in my pillow where a tiny bit of Yuzuru's scent still lingered, and drank it in for a few seconds. Then I grabbed my phone and sent him a text.

Good morning~ ❤️

I sat up and tugged a knee into my chest, scrolling back through our messages from last night. He'd called me like he said he would—we actually did a video chat so I could walk him through snipping the stems off the roses I'd given him—and I'd gotten to see the inside of his room again, and the exact place on his TV cabinet where he'd set the flowers.

"They're going to be the first thing I see when I wake up," he'd said, filling my stomach with sparkling tingles.

We'd talked a little about our afternoons, but he'd had to get off the phone so he could finish up his post-cram school homework. I was missing him like five minutes after we hung up, so I sent him a selfie I'd taken during club practice where I was sitting at the workbench, repairing arrows and sticking my tongue out. He replied with a picture of himself giving a mocking thumbs-up. It escalated from there. We traded selfies for a while and then random photos of stuff in our rooms, until a picture of his unfinished homework reminded me that I was keeping him from it.

You need to study. I shouldn't be bothering you.

If it was a bother I'd say so

I don't want to make you fall behind again.

But homework is booooooring. Play with me

Text me after you finish.

No fair

❤️

He sent a bunch of other prodding messages that I refused to answer, because if I didn't cut him off he'd keep messing around instead of getting his work done. Eventually, though, I'd had to hide my phone under my pillow and turn on a loud movie to avoid the temptation to reply. When the movie wasn't enough to drown out the silence in the house, I'd downloaded an entire Dir en Grey playlist onto my laptop and played it as loud as my speakers would go, never mind that I wasn't a metal fan. Finally, at almost midnight, he'd sent a picture of his textbooks stacked next to a pile of completed homework. So I'd answered that one.

Good work. Sleep well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Wish I could kiss you goodnight

Me too.

I shivered, recalling our little make out session yesterday. I'd been doing a pretty good job of controlling myself as he undressed me and ran warm hands all over my back and arms. I'd managed to sit still as his eyes roved my body, so warm and curious I could practically feel their touch on my skin. I knew he wasn't ready for the things I wanted, and I didn't want to push him into anything he wasn't sure about. At the same time, I was stressed about Natsuki and my boundaries were weakening rapidly.

But then he'd kissed me, and I couldn't hold back anymore. It had been reckless, and wonderful, and incredibly stupid to do that in the middle of the locker room during a school day. We were lucky no one had caught us.

Stopping him had been one of the hardest things I'd ever had to do, and then he'd run away and didn't come back. I didn't know what it meant... if he was embarrassed, if he was angry. Yuzuru was so unpredictable. But I guess whatever it was had passed. Seemed like we were okay, and that was all that was important.

I heard the sound of a door opening down the hall. Leaping up, I ran to my bedroom door and wrenched it open. "Natsuki?"

Umeki was standing outside my brother's bedroom. "Good morning. I'm sorry if I disturbed you, I was putting towels in Natsuki-san's room."