Camboy (Aoiha/Aoita)

Part Eleven

It had been quite difficult to get Yuu to calm down. He had cried for a while after Kouyou showed him the picture of Akira and Takanori leaving the bar together. However, once the tears slowed down, a fit of visible anger seemed to take hold of him. He decided he would go over there and give them both a piece of his mind!

Kouyou dissuaded him carefully, not wanting to show his distress. He couldn't risk something like this; if Yuu went now, he might save Akira from making a 'mistake.' He needed Akira to fuck up and fuck Takanori for his plan to work.

This, he did not mention, of course. Instead, he reminded Yuu that the two of them were quite emotional and angry, and it might lead to an even worse fight. He instead suggested that Yuu wait until the morning to talk things out when both of them had time to calm down a bit.

When Kouyou suggested that he stay over and that they watch some movies, maybe order food from Yuu's favourite Thai restaurant, the latter caved. Yuu had then leaned forward, pressing his cheek against Kouyou's chest, looking for a hug.

Kouyou had smiled at such gentle contact, arms quick to embrace him. Holding Yuu to his chest, they had stood in comforting silence, while Kouyou took a small risk and pressed a soft kiss against the top of his head. Yuu hadn't said anything, but he hadn't pulled away either. Instead, he hugged onto the taller man even tighter.

Kouyou smiled. This was how things were meant to be, he was sure of it.

~

In the morning, while Kouyou was getting ready to go, Yuu had slipped back into his bedroom to call Akira. It was a little too early, he knew, but he really couldn't wait anymore. He had to know if anything had happened the night before.

Kouyou, still in Yuu's apartment, rather unashamedly listened to their phone call from where he stood in the living room. He even found himself grinning by the end of it. It was easy to tell what was going on based on Yuu's reactions. So, the idiot had done precisely what he had hoped for; he had cheated on Yuu.

His smile quickly vanished; however, once Yuu came out of his bedroom, sobbing hysterically. "Yuu, what's wrong?" He asked, playing dumb.

"That b-bastard-!" Yuu wailed, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, nose already dripping with snot.

"Who? Akira?" Kouyou asked, quickly going to his side, hands reaching out for his and squeezing them softly to comfort him. Any excuse to touch Yuu.

Yuu nodded, crying so hard he was having trouble speaking coherently. "He cheated on me-! He fucked Takanori, that bitch-! I... I hate them both!" He finally spat it all out, crying from a mixture of heartbreak and rage.

"Yuu, I'm so sorry..." Kouyou spoke softly, letting go of his hands to instead bring him into a hug.

Yuu resisted somewhat, thumping against Kouyou's chest with his open palms. "Bastard-!" He cursed and cried as if summoning Akira with his harsh words, hoping the man could somehow feel his half-hearted hits through Kouyou's body.

Kouyou didn't move an inch, allowing Yuu to take his emotions out on him in any way he needed.

"How could he do this to me-!?" Yuu exclaimed. "I thought he loved me-!" His palms pressed against Kouyou's chest, losing any enthusiasm or passion at those words. He was now still, losing himself in his tears. "...He loved me." He murmured, no longer able to speak after that, his sobs shaking his voice and body.

Now that Yuu's anger had dissipated and been replaced with pure heartbreak, Kouyou pulled him against his chest, holding him tightly while he trembled in his grasp.

They stayed like that for a long time.

A few hours later, Aoi announced on his twitter that tonight's live show was cancelled. Not that it mattered much to Kouyou. Tonight, he would be busy taking care of Yuu, after all.