赤面-Sekimen-Blush

Blush - Story 4 - Part 2

Story 4 - Part 2

Hiroshi's POV

I don't hesitate to run after him. It's dangerous for a cute student like him to walk outside at a time like this, not only because of his appearance, but also because he is drunk. He won't stand a chance against the monstrous people that exists in this world. The image of him being chased by a crazy man, or being seduced by another man pops into my mind. Youta's innocent expression when he tries to make him stop, by the helpless effort of waving his hands, also appears. I will never let that happen.

Youta is not waiting for the elevator which means he must have taken the stairs. Another picture takes form in my worried mind: Youta, lying half dead and half drunk at the bottom of the stairs with blood running down his head. The thought of this makes me run faster than ever before. For every door I pass and every step I take, the more worried I get. I sigh when I see Youta sitting in the stairs two floors below against a window. The moon shines through the window and makes his hair look white and his skin pure, almost blazing. He sits with his hands around his knees like a scared, curled up pet. His breath is heavy and his face is red. Youta first notice me when I'm a few steps away from him. When he turns I get dazzled by his radiant look.

He starts to laugh. "I had to take a break."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I won't do it again. Please just come with me again. You will defiantly catch a cold if you walk around like that." He nods in agreement and I help him upstairs again to my apartment.

"You can go and take a shower first." I say and sit down at the coach. Youta doesn't move, he stands still in the doorframe that separates the hall from the living room, and stares at the ground. My living room is in the same room as the kitchen.

"Right..." I say and find him some dry clothes to sleep in and a towel. Then I show him where the bathroom is.

Once the water starts to run Youta starts to sing. At first I think it's strange, but his voice is so low, yet powerful. I bet he thinks I can't hear him. It sounds beautiful.

I realize I haven't been doing anything but listening to him when he stops to sing and turn off the water. I start to panic. I should look like I'm doing something. Seconds before he opens the door, I manage to grab a magazine under the table.

"I'm finished. Uhm.." Youta starts to mumble something; I put down the magazine and pay attention to him. He stares at the ground again like there is something wrong with it, something he doesn't like about it. Maybe he thinks it looks dirty.

My sweater is too big for him, it looks like a dress, just hanging, and it also looks like he isn't wearing anything under. My heart throbs as I see how his wet hair makes small water drops roll down his cheeks and down his neck. And the sweet scent he sends makes everything clear; he is irresistible.

"Uhm.." He mumbles again, and dares to take a quick snap in my direction before he turns away again. The magazine I'm holding shows a picture off a half-naked woman. I throw it away and try to hide how embarrassed I am.

"I'm kind of hungry." Youta says with a cute voice. Is he provoking me?

"Take what you want from the kitchen." I say. When I get closer to him, his smell gets better, the smell of something familiar. It reminds me of a time when I was younger and ate.. I ate… some special cookies from another country. As I pass him I whisper: "Nice song."

I don't know how he reacts, but I can guess that he is blushing.

The shower feels good and warm. I put some shampoo in my hair and notice the smell. Youta doesn't smell like it, he smells much better. Where did he get that scent?

Since I live alone, I usually don't bother to bring clothes to the bathroom. I rarely wear them at all when I'm home. That is why I accidentally forgot them this time. Luckily I brought a towel.

"Hiroshi. I'm making us some curry." I didn't expect him to make dinner; he is even wearing an apron. Now the smell in the air makes me hungry. The serious expression on his face causes him to look handsome. Since he is making dinner at a time like this, I wonder how much alcohol there is left in his blood.

"Sounds good. I will just put on some clothes." When he looks up from the food to looks at me he suddenly loses the spatula. He quickly picks it up and washes it.

I put on a regular dark blue t-shirt and square patterned pajamas pants. It matches Youta's gray sweater which reaches above his knees.

I walk to Youta, who is really focused on the food he is making and doesn't notice me.

"It smells really good." I say and stand beside him to watch.

"Yeah.. you do." Is what I think I heard? My heart throbs, and I feel a small jerk. Youta is blushing. When he covers his face with his hands he loses the slice again. He doesn't look at me, but turns his back against me, picks up the slice, and walks to the wash to clean it again. The way he walks is clumsy and for a moment I think he is at that intoxicated point again. Youta puts his act together and manages to walk straight when he returns to the food.

He doesn't want to look at me.

"Please sit down, it's finished." He says in his cute apron.

"What?" He asks uncertain. I've been staring at him for a long time now.

"Stop it.." His hands are shaking and he looks like he is about to cry. I feel like teasing him, but I don't want him to be afraid, or is he sick?

"Sorry. Are you cold? Do you have a fever?" I get closer to his face to check his temperature. His face is really red. Maybe he is just blushing.

"No." He smacks my hand away. "I'm fine." When he backs away from me he slips and I catch him. He is so light it annoys me.

Youta keeps a good grip around me, like a small animal, and his eyes are closed. I want to kiss him again. He opens his pretty brown eyes that are sparkling from the lights when he looks up at me. Even though I could hold him like this for ever, I let him down.

"You're making me insane!" Youta shouts while dragging his hands through his hair.

"Calm down. What is it?" I try to make him stop, but when I do he starts to push me. This is interesting; I'm getting a bit excited. When I've realized his rhythm I grab his hands and push him. One push is the only thing needed for him to fall at the ground. He sits up in a corner with his arms around his legs and his head hiding in his knees.

"Sorry. What is it?" Youta looks so small. He mumbles something again.

"What?"

"The way you look at me makes me…"

"Feel weird." I complete his sentence. He decides to raise his head, and looks at me with a questioning expression.

"You said it earlier." I explain. Then he stares up at the roof, spacing out, trying to remember it. When he seems to remember he gets all flustered and shakes his head with a finger on his lips as if he is still thinking about it. I walk to him and sit down in front of him. Youta has stopped all movement and gazes at me. I remove his hand from his lip and kiss him. I lean back, his cheeks turns red and he looks at my lips. He isn't resisting me.

"You must have a crush on me." Youta gets really focused on the ground again.

"No, I don't think so."

"Look at me." He meets my eyes so fast he only got a small glance of me.

"See. You're nervous and your face is all red." Youta touches his cheeks like he thinks he can feel the color.

"You're even sweating, but I like the smell."

"It's probably just the curry."

"No, it's you. I know so because we sit so close, and because I like you." At last he looks me in the eyes. The dark color makes his brown hair look paler every time I look into them. He is gawking as though it was completely unexpected and not an option. But something about him makes him appear more nervous than before. It might be the way he holds his hands before his face. I put them down and force my lips on his once more. This time he responds to the kiss, and it feels much better and warmer than the first times.

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