I brought you coffee- A Naegami fic (ENG)

Ten

Byakuya couldn't understand what could have triggered such reaction. What could be so "bad" to make Makoto so nervous all of a sudden? A tattoo? A physical defect? The more he thought about it, the more every possibility did not seem enough to explain such behaviour, especially considering Byakuya wouldn't have judged him for such things.

«I don't know what you could be hiding under your shirt to make you so nervous, I highly doubt it could be something capable of making me change my mind about you. I promise I won't judge you, whatever it is. If you prefer, I can let you try undressing on your own again, i don't want to force you to do anything you're not ready for.»

Makoto bit his lower lip, staying still for a bit, but eventually letting Byakuya's wrist go, turning his face away and giving Byakuya space to continue.

«I trust you. I think it's time you know, anyway.»

Byakuya kept undoing the buttons, until he could slip the shirt off of Makoto's shoulders and finally see what was bothering him: he had two thin, long scars on his chest, under his pectorals.

«Is this what was worrying you? Scars from a surgery? I know they might make you insecure, but I see no reason to be ashamed of them. They're the proof you were able to overcome an illness, aren't they?»

«No... I didn't actually "overcome" any illness.» Makoto had a wobbly smile; he didn't know wether to be even more worried or relieved seeing Byakuya so apparently calm.

«Then I really don't understand.»

Makoto sighed before speaking.

«Well, I think you know what it means to be transgender...well, I am. Those are the scars I have left from top surgery... I trust you, I was just nervous about telling you because...I feared you might treat me differently.»

Byakuya stayed silent, listening to the other. He couldn't find a single reason to change the way he behaved towards Makoto, even after finding out this aspect of him.

«I understand your fears, I am happy you talked about it with me, I know it mustn't have been easy. But I really find no reason to treat you differently after this...confession. You're Makoto Naegi, you're still the boy I know and that I've grown fond of; your gender identity, wether you're transgender or cis, will not affect your personality or the other things that made me get close to you. You will need much more to make me change my mind about you. »

Byakuya wasn't that good when it came to feelings, he wasn't used to cheering people up. He was able to do that with Touko, but only because they had been friends for years and he had learnt and understood what the girl needed and on which occasions; he was still learning that with Makoto. He didn't know wether what he had said could actually help the other feel better or not, but he was hoping it would.

Makoto had avoided looking at Byakuya the whole time, always facing the wall, unable to sustain the blond's gaze, but when he finished talking, the brunette found the strength to turn around again. His eyes were wet again and, for a second, Byakuya felt a sharp pain, almost going into full panic. Had he got everything wrong? Perhaps he had said something upsetting without realising, he had never been in such a situation, he was afraid he had only made Makoto feel worse.

But then Makoto smiled. A shy smile, but it was genuine and relieved and it was an attempt to hold back a happy sob.

«Thank you...I really mean it.»

Byakuya felt the weight on his chest lift immediately, allowing him to breathe again. The blond looked at Makoto in the eyes for a few moments, before following his instinct and kissing him, sneaking a hand to the back of the boy's head to pull him as close as he could. It was short, unsure, but perfect for the both of them. Byakuya could taste the faint drops of alcohol on Makoto's lips, mixed to the tears he had just finished pouring. That was not how he imagined his first kiss would go, but he didn't care; he wouldn't have wanted to have it any other way. Once they parted, they rested their foreheads one against the other, while Byakuya slowly stroked Makoto's cheek, looking at his freckles.

«Maybe I should finish helping you, we're getting distracted quite a lot.»

«Maybe you're right, but admit it, you enjoyed this.»

Makoto giggled, showing off that smile that Byakuya loved so much.

«Can I ask you a question? I hope I won't come off as too indiscreet.» Byakuya was looking at Makoto who was finally in his pyjamas; he had just washed his teeth and was coming out of the bathroom.

«Mh? Yeah, what kind?»

«Do you need to follow a hormonal therapy too? I know that's how it usually works, although of course it's not for every single person. I was just thinking it's...funny how this hasn't come up sooner, considering we've lived so close for a whole week.» Byakuya observed, genuinely curious. Perhaps Makoto took his quantity less often? Or perhaps he had interrupted his therapy for a bit? Makoto's eyes widened and the heir feared he might have screwed up, but as soon as he tried to apologise, the other stopped him.

«No, no, your question didn't make me uncomfortable, actually...it reminded me I forgot to take my shot today. I completely forgot about it.» Makoto burst out laughing, much to Byakuya's confusion.

«I was so busy thinking about tonight I forgot, I feel so dumb. I can take it now, to fix it up.»

«No offence, but do you really think it's a good idea to take your shot now? I don't want you to get hurt.»

Makoto agreed that, indeed, handling a needle while drunk wasn't the best of ideas. In the end, Byakuya took care of that too, under Makoto's guidance to make sure he wouldn't accidentally hurt the boy.

«Hey...thank you.» The heir turned around, shifting in his bed to look at Makoto in the face, who was lying next to him and was stroking the hand he was holding hostage.

«For what?»

«Well...basically everything. Tonight was...weird. But I'm happy.»

«I'm the one who should thank you. Starting from when I hired you and you started bringing me coffee every morning; I truly appreciated it even if I didn't really show it.»

Makoto smiled, wriggling closer to Byakuya to kiss him, letting him know that despite his initial, cold front, the boy had been able to see through the heir and understand his true nature. Perhaps that was another reason why Byakuya trusted Makoto so much: because he knew that the other could understand him, maybe better than anyone else; and that was really what he needed in life. 

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Updating a day early because I'll be busy tomorrow!

Aaand it's almost over, this is the last chapter, next week I'll post the epilogue.

Also this is my fanfic and I decide the self indulgence

DO NOT HAVE RPS UNDER MY STORIES PLEASE