❀ A3! Fanfic Collection ❀
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It had all started innocently enough. Juza had noticed Azuma's brand new bag of supplements on the counter. What are those for, skincare? Growing long hair? Juza was tempted to snoop, but there was no way he was gonna ask outright. He leaned in close to read the label--
"I see you're curious." Juza leaped away at the deep purr of Azuma's voice in his ear. The older man just grinned like a cat, basking in his younger friend's embarrassment.
"N-Not really," Juza huffed, blushing.
"They're insurance," Azuma clarified. "Tomorrow is the first day of spring, you see."
Juza's eyebrow twitched. "Why does that matter?"
"Spring Fever, of course. A young man of your age, you must have heard about it?" Juza shook his head. Azuma's laugh was like the plucking of harp-strings. "Spring Fever, Ju-chan, is a beautiful time where the desires of the young awaken."
Desires... of the young? Juza gulped. He didn't like where this was going. "You take these to..."
"To keep dirty thoughts at bay, of course. A shame you didn't buy any, boys your age are particularly at risk. Look out for the biggest sign."
"And that is?"
"Seeing everything, even the mundane, in a... shall we say, amorous light."
Juza turned on his heel. "Tch. You're messin' with me. I've never cared about that stuff."
"Oh, Ju-chan," Azuma pouted, swishing his silky hair over his shoulder. "I hope you're right."
~~ Juza had written it off as Azuma's normal teasing. That is, until he caught sight of Settsu the next day. Normally, Juza did his best to avoid any contact with the guy, even eye-contact. But now, he couldn't look away.
Specifically, from his lips.
As he raised a glass of water to those plump, firm lips, a stray droplet cascading from the corner of his mouth, adam's apple bobbing with each gulp, Juza felt an unfamiliar throb and needed to excuse himself to take a cold shower.
The icy water helped to clear his head some, but when Juza came out, he spotted Izumi in the kitchen making her famous curry-omelette, and he felt hot all over again. Her form seemed to glow in the morning sun, all shining hair and soft curves. It was warm enough to start wearing lighter clothes, and Juza's eyes fell on her delicate collarbones and graceful neck as she turned to greet him. They lingered on her tiny wrists as she flipped the eggs, handed him his plate. He felt the urge to pin them against the wall, along with that persistent ache at his core.
"Fuck this," Juza swore under his breath, trying to think of Homare's stupidest haikus, Yuki's insults, Sakyo's lectures-- anything else as he fled outside seeking solitude.
"Ah, Juza!" Panic washed over the young man as Tasuku came into view, a bundle of chopped wood tucked under his veiny arm. "Would you mind helping me carry the rest of this wood--?" - - -【❀】
"D-Don't talk about wood!" Juza squeaked, shielding his eyes from the Winter Troupe's muscliest member. He turned on his heel and broke into a sprint down Valudo Way, tearing past confused bystanders and disrupting at least two street-acts. He was considering throwing himself into the fountain when he was yanked to a stop by his collar.
"Hey, kid." Sakyo's menacing voice made Juza's blood run cold. He turned slowly turned his head to see that the yakuza's expression matched his tone. But Juza's lust-addled brain wasn't concentrating on that, it was focusing on Sakyo's beauty marks. They were enchanting, mesmerizing. There was a deeply repressed part of Juza that wanted to lick them like stray drops of chocolate sauce.
No! NO! What kind of lewd nonsense was this? Juza made himself as small as his build would allow, his breathing coming shallow, erratic.
Sakyo, noticing how out-of-sorts his kouhai was, released his grip on Juza's collar and patted him roughly on the head before addressing him again, eyes cast to the ground to allow him to regain his composure. "What's eating you? Something happen with Settsu again?"
Juza swallowed thickly. "N-Not exactly," he muttered. "It's... Spring Fever."
Sakyo gave him a perplexed look. "Excuse me?"
Juza's eyes began to water, his face red with embarrassment and shame. "Azuma-san told me about it, and I didn't buy any vitamins, so everything has been so weird today, and I just--"
"Hold on, you're beginning to sound like Muku." Sakyo's voice was firm, but kind. "You say Azuma told you about this... Spring Sickness? Fever? Whatever-the-hell?"
Juza nodded solemnly.
Sakyo rolled his eyes. "That sly bastard, messin' with innocent kids. Juza-kun, there's no such thing as 'Spring Fever'. Azuma was screwin' with you for his own enjoyment."
"Then, why do I find everyone in the Mankai Company so enchanting?" Juza blurted, his face burning.
Sakyo's brows shot up. 'Enchanting'? What was this kid, a maiden? He sighed. "Geez. I ain't your dad, Kid. It's not my job to explain the birds and the bees. People your age are always a tornado of hormones. Just try to relax, okay?"
Sakyo's words heavy on his mind, Juza headed back home. He felt like all of his life force had been drained in one chaotic morning. He slept soundly for three days and nights, and when he awoke, he felt fresh, renewed, enlightened. He was still young, he figured. Who needed spicy thoughts when there were so many sweet desserts to enjoy in this life?
