Eight x Harumi fanfic Todome No Kiss

HARUMI X EIGHT

SUDA MASAKI X YAMAZAKI KENTO - Dojima Otaro / Eight x Kazunori Harumi

Universe: Post Todome No Kiss

DISCLAIMER: SEX SEX SEX AND MORE SEX !!! GRAPHIC AND GRATUITOUS FLUFF (AND SOME MINOR ANGST). YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

I just think these two have great chemistry and I'm in love with them both so yes.

Canon Divergence - Harumi loses his kiss of death powers.

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Eight was a fucking tease.

To no one's surprise, least of all Harumi. If Harumi still had the power of the death kiss the first thing he'd do was go back three months and then keep going until there was no more Saiko, and only him, Harumi Kazunori in Eight’s life. If push came to shove, he could take out Kazumi with one effective punch because the younger host wasn't exactly known for his fighting skills and years of surviving in the underbelly of the city had given Harumi ample fighting skills.

That way he could have Eight all to himself. And now that he knew about the seer woman who could lift curses, Harumi would just go to her in the past and get rid of the curse then and just live in the new parallel.

Harumi was even fine with the fact that Eight was a fucking brat. Everything about him screamed it to Harumi but Eight was the only one who was clueless.

Even now he was dancing and having the time of his life. Eight always partied hard and did everything like the world was about to end the next day and he was cramming it all into the span of one night.

A lifetime of pain and abandonment had left him with many consequences like this but Harumi didn't mind. He liked Eight the way he was, reckless and impulsive, and even though the whole thing with Saiko had left Eight severely unhappy, he always donned a mask for people around him.

But Harumi could see through it. He knew when Eight was truly happy and when he was faking it.

And today Eight was faking it.

When Eight had his seventh shot of the night, Harumi finally intervened.

He walked up to a still drunk dancing Eight and without a word he stood between Eight and the bar and he paid for the drinks and grabbed Eight’s wrist and pulled him outside the club.

“I don't want to leave!” Eight kept protesting but Harumi was being forceful and when Eight angrily pulled away his wrist from Harumi's grip, Harumi stopped and turned to Eight.

God. Even like this Eight was beautiful. Beautiful and broken, was that really Harumi’s type now? What the hell was wrong with him!

“You've had enough don't you think?” Harumi said. “You've been drinking all evening.”

“What? Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?”

“Who the fuck am I?” Harumi felt a little hurt by Eight’s words. “I'm the only person in this goddamn world who gives a shit about you!”

“Who asked you to do that?”

Harumi said nothing.

“C'mon, I'm asking you Harumi, who asked you? Just because I let you hang around me, doesn't mean you get on my case about everything! Starting right now, I want you gone! That's it, we're done! I want you out of my apartment, I don't care what you have to do, just leave me alone!”

Harumi still just stood there and stared.

“Have you gone deaf, Harumi? Didn't you hear what I just said?”