Splintered walls of cement °[monoshin/shinoma]°

Chapt. 9: Let me in, Blondie.

//*actually puts effort into title*//

Shinsou was left confused, tired, and concerned as he stood in the middle of the hallway, watching the greyish-blue eyed blonde he adored so much race up stairs. He was very familiar with being avoided, so he knew this was the reason, but why would he have to be avoided by the blonde in the first place? 'This makes no sense...'

Shinsou placed his towel down on one of the benches in the showers and came back out, walking up the stairs to a certain blondes dorm room and knocking. When he got a small, suprised squeak in response, he chuckled and grinned alittle.

" Let me in, blondie."

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"No."

Monoma's voice was muffled by the door, but you could hear the wavering of his voice clearly. Shinsou huffed, abit entertained to be honest.

"Why?"

"......Because... I don't want to!"

"Why not..."

"U-Uh....b-because..."

Shinsou waited for him to answer, tapping his index finger on the doorframe expectantly.
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"We're not gettin' any younger Blondie."

"Ugh, Sh-Shut your mouth!" Monoma barked, no venom in his words even if he wanted there to be.

"No can do Blondie, I'm waitin' for ya to answer my questions."

"Well, I don't have to answer them! So, bye! Get away from my dorm!" Monoma's muffled voice said, which caused Shinsou to growl alittle under his breath before he walked in the direction of his own dorm.

Monoma sighed with relief as he heard Shinsou's footsteps leaving his door. He stood up off his bed and cleared his throat, fixing his tie and rubbing his cheeks in hopes of fighting down the blush that stained them as soon as he heard Shinsou's voice on the other side of the door. He grabbed his bag and swept his homework off his desk, lazily flipping through it before tossing it into his bag.

"So you gonna answer my questions now?"

Monoma jumped, yelping as he tripped over his own foot, falling on his forearms and flipping over immediately as he recognised the voice that huskily mumbled into his ear.

"Sh-ShiNsOu?!?"

"The one and only," Shinsou grinned softly.

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET INTO MY DORM THE DOORKNOB WAS-" Monoma looked over at the door and saw a Bobby pin sticking out of the handle. "L-Locked........." Monoma looked back up at the purple haired intruder and cocked an eyebrow.

"Don't ask. Anyways, you gonna just lay on the floor or..." Shinsou held a hand down for Monoma, who hesitantly took it and brought himself up.

"Sooo....ya gonna to me why you've been avoiding me like the plague?"

"U-Uhm.. Well.." Monoma cleared his throat, straightening his posture and fixing his tie alittle.

"I jussssst......had a d-dream..." Monoma nervously laughed, grabbing his bag and turning towards the door.

"There! Question answered. Now can I-"

"Nope."

"Wha-"

"I need more details."

Monoma scoffed. "Ugh, what does it take for you to let me leave my own dorm?" He mumbled, gulping when he turned back to Shinsou.

"Well it was about you."

"and?"

"And me."

Shinsou moved his hand in a circular motion, ushering Monoma to continue. Monoma nervously sweated, moving one hand up to the collar of his shirt and using his index finger to pull it away from his neck to try to cool his blushing cheeks and his burning body.

"So you had a dream about you and me. So like....did we fuck or something?" Shinsou asked bluntly, making the blonde infront of him wince and nod slowly, moving his head to make his bangs obstruct Shinsou's view of his eyes.

Shinsou's mouth opened partially and his eyes widened slightly.
'This has to be some weird dream..' Shinsou pinched his still shirtless side alittle and his right eye twitched as he did so. Nope. Not a dream. Shinsou shook his head alittle to get himself out of his daze, and saw what he thought he'd never see again.

Monoma looked up at shinsou with red cheeks and grayish-blue eyes that sparkled with the tears gathered in them, which were starting to roll down his cheeks in thin, shiny line, dripping off his chin slowly.

"I- I'm s-sorry....I-Its n-not like I meant to start liking you Sh-Shinsou.. I just-" Monoma cut himself off with a sob, looking down so his bangs could make his face unviewable to the taller male.

Monoma expected for Shinsou to leave, or tell him the dream he had was weird and gross, or that he could never like someone as rude as Monoma. But none of those expectations were met as Shinsou stepped forward, bringing his hand up to Monoma's face, swiping the tears on his cheek out of existence and pushing his lips against the other's.