Ultimate Project

Nervous

TW: f-slur

Kazuichi's POV

Fuyuhiko and I stayed like that for awhile. I have to admit, I just wanted to stay in his arms longer.

Not to sound like a fag or anything though.

I never did end up telling Fuyuhiko about my father. I really want to, but what if he thinks of me differently?

I know pushing him away is ruining our friendship, but it's better than him thinking about me in a different way because of what I've been through.

But maybe he will understand!

There's no way he would understand!! A fag like you doesn't deserve understanding!

My mind was constantly at battle, but I just had to keep a smile and ignore my intrusive thoughts.

For now, at least.

3rd Person POV

Weeks and weeks went by. Kazuichi was busy with Peko's sword while Fuyuhiko was training himself with Nekomaru(finally).

Overall, everyone was working extremely hard on their projects.

Until one fateful day...

Kazuichi's POV

The doors to my workshop slammed open cashing me to flinch. I was just trying to out some finishing touches on Peko's sword and really REALLY didn't have the time to be interrupted.

It was almost February.

I turned my head in the direction of the sound and saw a panting Fuyuhiko.

Honestly the two of us have barely spoken, not because of bad blood between us but because we've just been super busy.

"What's up Fuyuhiko?"

The small blonde boy looked up at me with an unreadable expression plastered on his face.

"We need to talk," was all he said.

Fuyuhiko's POV

I approached Kazuichi. He wasn't shaking, but I could still tell he was scared.

Maybe saying 'we need to talk' to him wasn't the smartest move.

I just needed to vent, honestly, and Kaz was my best bet.

"Well, fuck, how do I say this?" I tugged at my sleeves and looked up at the curious pinkhead. "I'm really nervous."

Kazuichi cocked his head to left, signaling to me to explain what I meant.

I sighed nervously and glanced around. Kazuichi's workshop was a complete mess. Tools and parts were all over the place, oil was leaking in more places than one, and blueprints were scattered all over the floor.

"A-actually, can we clean up your place. I need to figure out how to express my feelings."

I was hoping Kazuichi would understand. I've always found it really fucking difficult to express my feelings, thanks to being a yakuza and always having to hide them.

Kazuichi just nodded and response.

Time Skip to after cleaning

"Ah finally! This place was a shithole, Kazuichi," I said looking back at the taller boy.

"Hey Fuyuhiko, what were you trying to say before?" He asked, looking straight into my eyes.

Well damn.

I'm scared to tell him. I don't wanna see like a weakass pussyass bi-

"Fuyuhiko?"

I snapped my head up at the sound of his voice. Oops.

"Ah, so basically I'm really fucking nervous to fight Peko. I don't want to get hurt or hurt her," I finally expressed. I tugged at my collar, hoping Kazuichi didn't find me weak or a pussy.

Kazuichi's POV

After I heard the genuine words leave Fuyuhiko's mouth I got to thinking.

I could easily help him.

I can build him some brass knuckles to use!

"Hey Fuyuhiko, I have a GREAT idea that might just help your problem," I exclaimed proudly.

Fuyuhiko's nervous golden eyes met mine as I grinned at him. He seemed hesitant at first but ended up just going along and nodding at me.

"Hit me with your idea, Kaz."