I Like You Too Much, Chapter 3/4

[h_itoshi]

Title: I Like You Too Much
Status: 3/4
Fandom: Sexy Zone, Kis-My-Ft2, AKB48
Pairing: Fuma/Kento
Overall rating: R
Wordcount: 5570
Warnings: Cliché high-school-au with all it entails; cheesy confessions, random implied pairings, underage drinking and smoking (aka. a party)
Summary: If there's one person Kikuchi Fuma hates, it's Kento himself."

Notes: Uhm. A hint of dubcon in there sorry about that! :D
 

Fuma tries not to visibly seethe, but he's pretty sure he doesn't manage, considering how Tomomi keeps glancing at him. She pulled him into a group of people she knows to distract him from walking up to Kento and probably slap him, and in a way, he's thankful, but at the same time he's had to ask thrice what the girl next to him is called because he's not listening.

Fucking Nakajima Kento with his stupid face and stupid hair and fucking Senga to touch him like that. Fuma didn't expect this reaction from himself, honestly, but he's so angry it's crawling in his veins and he wants to throw something.

“Who is that prince guy? He's really cute.” The girl next to him suddenly asks, capturing all of Fuma's attention as she points across the room to where Kento stands talking to Sato Shori with a worried expression.

“Nakajima Kento.” Fuma replies, and the name is a little too familiar on his tongue.

“Does he have a girlfriend?” She asks, and Fuma's fists clenches automatically to keep another wave of irritation under control.

“Frequently.” He says, figuring he can slap Kento verbally instead, and when she turns to look at him with a frown, he feels a little better. It's the best revenge he can get anyway, tainting Kento's perfect little reputation.

“What do you mean?” She asks, sounding suspicious.

“Well look at him, do you think he's at a lack of girls who want him?” Fuma asks, forcing himself not to turn and look at Kento even when the girl does. “Half our class probably confessed to him, and I hear he takes them all out once or twice and then moves on to the next. If you know what I mean.”

It's cruel and he knows it, because the girl looks disgusted and even though Fuma's not entirely lying, he's definitely altering the truth. But he's so sick of Kento being too perfect, too pretty and too smart and with too many damn girls around him. So if he can do something to stop them from coming, he will.

“Oh.” She comments, frowning a little. “He doesn't seem like the type.”

Fuma just shrugs, and she gets up to leave, so Fuma tries engaging in the group conversation but quickly loses track of it again. He wonders if the girl went to tell someone what he said, wonders if it'll get around, if Kento will hear it. Secretly, he hopes Kento will hear it,will confront him about it and look at only Fuma with those burning eyes like he did during detention, even if it's only the alcohol letting him admit it to himself.

“Right, Fuma?” Tomomi says loudly, and Fuma looks up to try and follow the conversation again, but he doesn't miss the knowingly disapproving look Tomomi gives him.

 

~*~

 

Kento feels a little helpless after Sayaka dragged Kawaei into the bathroom and locked the door, because he wants to help but there's apparently nothing he can do. He feels pretty sorry for Kawaei, but he can't say he's surprised with how she's been drinking like a fish on land all night because she was so nervous about Senga. Hopefully Senga was drunk enough to not remember that tomorrow anyway.

“No one ever listens to me.” Shori mutters, since he was the first one to tell Kawaei to chill with her drinking, and Kento pats his head comfortingly, messing up Shori's hair.

“It's okay, that's just because you're our mom.” He smiles, and Shori makes a face.

“Thanks, or something.” Shori rolls his eyes and jabs at Kento's waist to tickle him since his jacket is long gone and he's left in a thin white shirt that gives easy access.

Kento yelps and jumps away even though he's laughing, and bumps straight into someone behind him.

“Sorry!” He says automatically, then turns to find Yui behind him. “Yui-chan!”

“I almost didn't recognize you without a boy in your mouth.” Shori comments drily, but Yui just sticks her tongue out at him and calls him jealous.

Her pigtails are a little ruffled and uneven, but her clothing is intact and Kento is thankful for that.

“How's your party?” He asks cheerfully, since he hasn't talked to her since people started arriving.

“Tasty.” She grins, and they high five while Shori grimaces at them, but then her face turns serious and she steps a little closer. “I heard someone's talking shit about you.”

Kento looks at her, wondering if he heard right. “What?”

Shori raises an eyebrow and listens.

“Yeah, some girl told me she heard you were kind of a player who take advantage of girls who like you.” Yui explains, and Kento frowns, not sure if he's meant to feel hurt or angry or both because that's not true. “So I obviously told her she got that wrong and asked where she heard it.”

She pauses, looking like she's got something good coming, and Kento's irritation grows because he knows Yui likes drama.

“... And?” Thankfully Shori asks, sounding like he has as little patience as Kento.

“With some detours it seems to come from Kikuchi Fuma.” Yui says, smiling joylessly.

Something snaps within Kento when he hears the name, but at the same time he's not exactly surprised because who the hell else.

“Of course.” Shori's mouth pinches. “I hate that guy.”

“Yeah, so do I.” Kento agrees, a little unfocused since he's busy scanning the room for said guy.

“Doesn't he have anything better to do than- Hey, where are you going?” Shori cuts off his complaining to ask as Kento starts heading across the room.

“To ask what he thinks he's doing.” Kento mutters, but he doesn't exactly care if Shori hears him or not, focused on getting to Fuma and let out some of that bubbling rage inside him. He normally doesn't confront people, but clearly Fuma has some unresolved problem with him and Kento's so done dealing with it.

Fuma's back is towards him when he reaches the group of people he's laughing with at the moment, but one of Fuma's friends, Itano Tomomi, sees him as he approaches and obviously alerts the others, because when Kento stops right behind Fuma, they're all quiet and Fuma turns around to look.

The knowing smirk that spreads on his lips as he sees Kento only makes Kento angrier, because he looks like he was just waiting for this to happen.

“Nakajima?” He asks, grinning like he's on top of the world right now and Kento feels that familiar urge to punch him in the face.

“What the hell is your problem?!” He asks, not bothering to keep himself calm because Fuma doesn't even deserve a decent conversation.

“Nothing, I'm just sitting here with my friends?” Fuma says, but his feigned innocence is ruined completely by the knowing glitter in his eyes and the smirk on his face.

“I know what you've been saying about me, and I wonder how you can even bother, are you that obsessed with me?!” Kento goes on, and he's not entirely sure where his words are coming from, but they clearly have an impact.

Fuma rises, smirk suddenly gone, and Kento has to actively stop himself from taking an intimidated step back. Fuma's tone is harsh and not amused anymore. “You're ridiculous.”

“No, you know who's ridiculous? You are! Get the hell out of my life, you don't even know me, and yet you feel a pressing need to mess with my personal life?!” Kento yells back at him, and something changes in Fuma's eyes, something dark and a little scary, but at the same time he can tell Fuma's cool façade is slipping away in favour of real anger.

It feels good to finally get Fuma to show himself, because that coy attitude seemed impenetrable and Kento really wants to find out what exactly he ever did to make Fuma hate him so much.

“I would have nothing to do with you if I were to decide, you're just constantly in my way with your stupid face.” Fuma growls, and shoves at Kento to get past him, but Kento just shoves back, which seems to take Fuma by surprise.

“Don't walk away from this you coward, just tell me to my face what the hell your problem is!” Kento yells, and he knows a few people around are looking at them too now, but he doesn't care, too absorbed by his anger to care about what this looks like.

“I've already told you my problem with you, but if it was too complicated for you to take in that not everybody adores you, I'll tell you again.” Fuma tells him in the kind of voice that you'd use on a disobedient three-year-old and Kento's fists clenches. “I just don't like you.”

He's not sure what it is. If it's the degrading way he says it or the fact that he has no reason for his behaviour, or just that he can't take it anymore, but for two seconds, he's blinded by his anger and before he knows it, he's punched Fuma straight in the face.

It hurts his knuckles even though he didn't exactly strike with all his power, and Fuma's head whips to the side and it feels good, at least until he regains enough of himself to realize what he just did.

Fuma raises a shaky hand to his cheekbone, where he's already growing red and it will probably bruise and Kento panics.

“Oh shit sorry, I didn't-” He starts, but then Fuma looks up at him with burning eyes and he falls silent, wondering how much it's going to hurt when Fuma hits him back.

But Fuma just clasps a hand around Kento's wrist, so hard it's almost painful, and tugs him along. Kento's a little disoriented in his shock for a moment, wondering what's going on and what Fuma's going to do to him, and before he manages to collect himself enough to protest, Fuma's shoved him into the small empty guest room and closed the door with a slam.

The silence of the room is loud in Kento's ears, his heart beating fast with adrenaline both from the punch and the sudden fear he feels because he has no idea what's going on as Fuma backs him up against the door he just closed.

“Look, Kikuchi, I'm sorry, I just-” Kento tries to explain himself and squirm away from Fuma who's way too close at the same time, but Fuma won't have it.

“Fucking finally.” Fuma says, voice low and a little scary, and when Kento looks up at his face that's closer to him than it's ever been, there's something in his eyes that he can't explain. “You're not that perfect after all, are you?”

Kento doesn't know what to reply to that, but somehow he doesn't feel as scared anymore, even though Fuma's hands are against the door on either side of his chest and he can't exactly walk away. “What?”

Fuma grins dangerously, like he just got the cream and the canary, then raises a hand to Kento's hair, and Kento tries to tilt his head away, but when he feels the hairclip holding his crown in place being loosened he's confused again. “I've been wanting to knock that Prince Charming crown from your head for quite a while.”

Something Kento's not understanding is going on here, and he tries to figure it out quickly because this is weird, Fuma's attitude is not at all what it usually is.

“What are you doing?” Kento finally asks, completely bewildered because if Fuma doesn't want to punch him in the face, what does he want?

“Telling you what my problem is with you.” Fuma says, voice low and eyes dark as he looks straight at Kento, and somehow the realization dawns on Kento before Fuma leans in, brushing his nose against Kento's cheekbone much like Senga had done, before inhaling a long breath in his hair.

Kento's body does something he can't control, like it's shifting the adrenaline function from fright or flight to arousal, a heatwave going through his entire body and it's crazy because he doesn't want anything like this. He considers the possibility that Fuma's just doing this to scare him to death, but something tells him that's not it.

"Oh my god, Kikuchi, I don't-" Kento starts, voice shaking, but Fuma cuts him off and pulls back.

"You know my first name. And you don't like boys and all that, alright. Now give me one chance at bringing you off better than any of your sweet-faced girlfriends have before and I'll let you rethink that." Fuma's voice is low and commanding and Kento has never felt so out of control, struggling through the alcohol to try and wrap his mind around what was just spoken to him.

He's completely distracted by a mix of panic and traitorous arousal at Fuma's hands settling on his hips, hands warm through the fabric of Kento's pants.

"I... I'm drunk." Kento finally says, thinking about that spiked wine he had and hopes that explains at least something, but Fuma just grins.

"Good. Guess you'll be more honest then." Fuma leans in close, speaking against Kento's ear and Kento yelps when there's suddenly fingers under the hem of his shirt.

“What?” Kento gasps involuntarily when the hand sneaks up his stomach and takes the shirt with it, but he can't seem to think of protesting Fuma's hold on him yet because all his body wants is to feel good and this does feel good, and then there's a pinch to a nipple and he makes an embarrassing sound in his surprise that makes Fuma do it again.

“With your reactions.” He explains, voice a little breathy now and Kento bites his lip when there are nails scratching lightly down his abdomen but there's still a sound coming out. “Oh my god you're vocal, I can't wait to get my hand inside your pants.”

Kento's eyes widen at that, because no one has ever said something that dirty to him before, girls don't really tend to, but it makes him much more hot than panicked even though Fuma makes his intentions more than clear and he should want to run. “Fuma-kun...”

Fuma's hips rock closer almost involuntarily when his first name is spoken, and Kento jerks as he feels something firm press against his hipbone. “Yes?”

“I... I don't think... Oh.” He cuts himself off when Fuma's lips brush the shell of his ear before there's a warm and wet touch, and he's so embarrassed of how he reacts to this that he doesn't go on. Fuma's a guy, it should be gross and creepy and he hates Fuma, but this is turning him on in a way that's much more raw and intense than anything he's ever felt before, and he's just a young man. He doesn't have much to put up against his hormones.

“No, I don't think you should think.” Fuma agrees, biting on his earlobe as fingers trace the hem of Kento's pants, and Kento's heart almost stops when those fingers slip a few centimetres inside his pants and his head falls back against the door as he draws a shaky breath and Fuma's lips relocate to his throat. “Fuck, Kento...”

It feels weird to hear his first name in Fuma's voice, in a male voice like this, but it has his cheeks heating up and judging from the way he's desperate for other friction than what his pants provide, it's not from embarrassment.

“You really like this, wow.” Fuma purrs into his neck, nipping a little at the skin and while Kento starts a protest, his hips rock on their own at the good pain, and Fuma inhales sharply. “Doesn't all your sweet girls do this to you? Push you against a wall and make you so hard you're a mess with all your clothes still on? You don't want to know all the times I've woken up in the middle of the night after dreams about doing that.”

Kento actually moans at that, his first, small moan, because dirty talk is completely new to him and he's immediately ashamed of the sound, at least until Fuma reacts to it by tightening his grip on Kento and exhaling harshly.

“Oh fuck.” He mumbles, and suddenly Kento feels himself pushed even closer to the door as Fuma shifts, stepping between his legs and when their erections line up there's another moan torn from Kento's lips because he's never felt anything like it and it's friction in a whole new way, and Fuma's voice is so low. “You are so into this, I can't believe I worried you were really straight.”

Kento frowns at that because who the hell is Fuma to know who he is. His hands find Fuma's hair to tug in protest and Fuma groans. “I am.” He manages, but his voice is deep and breathy and he realizes that he doesn't sound very convincing with another man all over him.

Fuma picks that out as well. “Really? You think it's straight rubbing off on another man? You're even spreading your legs for me babe.”

“I-” Kento starts, but he realizes that he actually is, Fuma in between his legs and his body definitely doesn't mind, which scares the hell out of him. He doesn't even entirely mind being called babe right now. He blames the tequila he was dared to drink.

“You shouldn't even bother with all those cute little girls.” Fuma tells him, and right now, Kento's inclined to agree, especially since Fuma has no reservations to reach for his belt and undo his pants, while the girls he's gotten that far with were nearly scared to reach down and touch him even through his pants. Fuma clearly is not, as his hand slips into Kento's underwear the second his zipper is down, warm fingers wrapping around his length and it's so good and so confident and Kento tries and fails to stifle his moan. “They don't know what they're doing, do they? Fumbly, a little too light, long nails accidentally scratching where they shouldn't...”

Kento finds himself nodding to agree, but he'd agree to most things Fuma says in that gloriously filthy voice while touching him, and he arches a little when Fuma starts stroking him faster, thinking that this kind of thing only happens in porn.

“Shit you're so pretty.” Fuma presses into his skin, and Kento's a little surprised even though he shudders at the vibrations over his skin, because it hasn't dawned upon him until now that Fuma likes him, maybe like all the girls that confess to him in the corridor. Perhaps more.

Then Fuma twists his wrist just right and Kento whines, and Fuma's lips come up to his neck, kisses turning to biting and sucking and it just intensifies Kento's pleasure to the point where he's not sure he can take it anymore.

“Fu... Fuma...” He manages a warning, but Fuma just shudders against him and strokes him faster.

Kento comes with a whimper, one hand still in Fuma's hair nearly tearing it out while the other balls into a fist, and it's so raw and hot, and the come dripping from Fuma's hand onto Kento's pants only makes this dirtier.

He's a little dizzy, not having quite caught his breath when there's a quick press of lips against his parted ones, just for a second, then he's pulled aside and Fuma's out the door before Kento can even breathe.

 

~*~

 

Shit, shit, shit, shit. That was the stupidest thing he's ever done in his life, and Fuma has done quite a few of them.

He rushes down the stairs and outside as quickly as he can, not looking at anyone on the way even though someone calls his name, fumbling to get his cigarettes out before he's even out the door. There's a group of girls sitting on the porch giggling, so Fuma quickly rounds the house and sinks down on the grass on the back side, lighting a cigarette and hoping the nicotine will stop his hands from trembling. He tries to ignore that fact that his hand holding the cigarette is still a little sticky.

That was basically sexual assault. He could get reported for this. He frantically smokes to try and calm his nerves. Kento wouldn't report him, would he?

He hadn't meant for it to go this way. He'd just wanted to tell Kento privately that he had difficulties thinking straight around him, but this was another way of letting Kento know that. He just couldn't resist properly, not with Kento pinned between him and the door and looking upset and a little dishevelled from drinking and... Kento didn't object. At least not very convincingly.

Fuma curses under his breath and harshly exhales to be able to get in more smoke. Kento didn't once say he was okay with that so what the hell did Fuma think he was doing. But he moaned, Fuma's mind reminds him, and the erection that had disappeared at his sheer panic is threatening to grow back as he thinks about Kento's sounds. And he came, so he must have at least enjoyed it a little.

Fuma glances at his hand before he can stop himself, seeing a small shine still on his pointer finger and he kind of wants to taste it like the complete creep he is.

“There you are!” A voice suddenly calls and Fuma jumps even though he recognizes the voice.

Haruna stumbles a little in her heels on the grass before she plops down next to him and reaches for the cigarettes in his lap.

“I thought you were busy.” Fuma mutters, letting her take a cigarette and light it.

“I recognize someone fleeing in panic if I see it.” Haruna says simply, and Fuma grimaces, which hurts a lot and he raises a hand to his cheekbone, briefly touching it and it stings. “Yeah what the hell happened to your face?”

“Nakajima hit me.” Fuma says quietly, and Haruna nods, breathing in some smoke.

“You probably deserved that.”

“You have no idea.” Fuma groans, even though he doesn't want to speak of what he did, he kind of does but he'd be so judged.

“What did you do?” Haruna asks calmly, and Fuma smokes angrily for a minute, not knowing how to answer.

“... You know Nakajima.” He starts, not sure how to continue, but Haruna breathes a laugh.

“Yeah and that you're head over heels for him.”

Fuma pauses and stares at her for a moment, but at the same time, he's not really surprised she knows.

“Oh please, you didn't think you were subtle did you?” She smiles. “You're like a little boy pulling a girl's pigtails, it's kind of cute but a little disturbing.”

“I...” Fuma starts again, but he's blushing in shame and breaks off.

“So what did you do to him? Punch him back?” Haruna wonders, puffing out some more smoke.

Her lipgloss sticks to the cigarette and it shines a little between her fingers.

“Not exactly.” Fuma says, knowing he sounds pathetic right now but that's how he feels. “I kind of dragged him into a room and... uhm...”

Haruna gives him a long, calculating look and then raises an eyebrow in suspicion. “... You did... What exactly?”

Fuma inhales another drag and then decides to say it with his exhale. “I kind of got him off.”

Haruna's mouth falls open and it would look funny if she wasn't so shocked. “... And he let you!?”

Fuma bites his lip, not quite sure how to answer that, but Haruna's eyes widen even more.

“He didn't but you did it anyway? Oh my god Fuma!”

“No no no! I mean... He didn't say no. But he didn't exactly say yes either.” Fuma hurries to explain himself, almost feeling like he wants to cry with how scared he is right now, and Haruna seems to notice.

“... Well that's a mess for sure.” She sighs, but she calms down. “If you actually got him off he can't have hated it. He wasn't unconscious was he?”

“No!” Fuma protests vehemently, wondering how she could even think something like that of him. But then again, what he did isn't exactly what a good person would do.

“Just checking.” Haruna says, but she's smiling. “What did he say after?”

“I don't know I bolted.” Fuma admits with a groan, and Haruna rolls her eyes.

“Of course you did, you're not exactly brave.” She tells him, but then sighs and lays her head in his lap. “Well, I'm happy you've finally admitted to yourself how completely gay you are and that I'll finally have a best gay friend.”

Fuma just calls her some bad names and asks for another cigarette, but he can't say that the closeness doesn't feel a little comforting.

 

~*~

 

Kento doesn't tell anyone what happened. Even though Shori slipped into the room to find him sitting on the floor and staring at nothing, he didn't exactly say what had happened, except that Fuma didn't hurt him.

After that, Kento couldn't make himself enjoy the rest of the party, and after a while he went to find Sayaka and offered to care for Kawaei because he was tired of the party anyway.

When he wakes up in Kawaei's bed with her snuggled up against his arm and Shori sharing a futon on the floor with Sayaka, he thinks he must have imagined the whole thing somehow. Until he gets up and puts his contacts in and realizes there's a small hickey on his throat. He stares at it for one full minute, and his cheeks heat up in some kind of mixture of shame and embarrassment.

Now that there's no alcohol clouding his brain, he can't for his life understand why he didn't shove Fuma off or at least said something. He raises slightly shaky fingers to brush the little mark, and it aches a tiny bit. It feels... weird. Not exactly gross, but weird.

There are too many thoughts spinning around in his head and he kind of feels like going back to sleep and not having to wake up and think about it again, but the main question in his head is why he didn't object himself. He does feel a little tainted, like he did something dirty he definitely shouldn't have, but he doesn't feel violated. Which is actually weird since the whole thing wasn't exactly consensual. Somehow it fits so well with Fuma's image that he'd just pin someone against a wall and dirty talk them into letting him touch them that Kento almost rolls his eyes. Still, it obviously worked on him, for some reason.

He's luckily distracted from thinking too much when the others wake up, Sayaka bright eyed and bushy tailed while Kawaei whines like she's dying and Shori seems concerned about having possibly cuddled Sayaka in his sleep.

There are random people scattered over the house and sleeping in the most unergonomic positions, and they find Yui on the couch with her face in the awkward guy's shirt, thankfully with their clothes still on.

After some effort, they get her to wake up, and she doesn't seem too hungover since she sleepily asks if she should make breakfast. The awkward guy stirs awake and mutters a question to the couch about why it's so short.

Eventually, they're normally dressed and having eggs and bacon and coffee in the kitchen, Kawaei stuffed with headache pills and half-asleep still, and the others getting to know the awkward guy. Apparently his name is Tamamori, and he's a friend of Senga of all people. He's cute enough, if a little weird since he sometimes randomly address inanimate objects, but Yui seems to like him anyway.

When they start cleaning up, Sayaka picks up on Kento's hickey and asks loudly who made that. Kento laughs it off and tells her to mind her own business even if that just makes her more curious, starting to question if it was someone she doesn't like or something since he doesn't want to say. Kento keeps a good face and refuses to tell her, but when he meets Shori's eyes, they're unnervingly knowing.

It takes a good three hours to clean the house, and even though it's Kawaei who's going to get scolded and most likely grounded if it doesn't look like it should, she's not helping much. Sayaka clearly enjoys waking people and throwing them out, so she takes that task upon herself, while Yui goes through the kitchen along with Tamamori and Kento and Shori try their best with the rest of the house. When they're done, Kawaei is still in no state to greet her parents since they have no idea there had been anything but a dinner party without alcohol, so Sayaka agrees to take her home with her. Yui already left with Tamamori, while everyone exchanged knowing looks.

During the day, Kento's been trying to push away the thoughts about what happened yesterday, but as soon as he doesn't specifically concentrate on something else or someone talks to him, they return like a confused mess in his head and he's a little afraid of being alone with them later because he doesn't have anyone he feels he could talk to about this.

But when Sayaka tells him and Shori that they can leave, she'll do the rest, and Kento's walking with Shori towards the train station in a completely empty street, he feels like maybe he's meant to mention it after all.

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?” Kento starts, and Shori looks up with a calm expression.

“Sure.” He agrees easily.

But Kento doesn't go on, because he has no idea where to start, not with Shori who thinks love is a waste of time and calls them gross when they discuss their experiences. Shori is his best friend, but somehow, he feels like Shori looks down on him when he talks about things he's done with girls, like he's a little gross somehow. He knows that's not at all Shori's intention, of course, but it normally keeps him from going into detail with him, and this is about to get detailed.

“Is this about what happened with Kikuchi?” Shori asks then, thankfully breaking Kento out of his own head.

Kento slowly nods, but he still doesn't know where to start.

“You can tell me whatever it is you know.” Shori says, watching Kento with honest eyes, but it's what he says next that makes Kento overcome all his hesitation. “It's not like I can't do the maths, you were alone in a room with him and came out with a hickey.”

“I don't know what happened!” Kento bursts out, then remembers anyone could walk by and he lowers his voice. “I thought he was going to hit me or at least yell at me or something, and instead he pushed me against the door and smelled my hair and... touched me and called me pretty and... I don't even know.”

He expects Shori to be disgusted, but when Kento turns to look at him, his face is troubled, like he's trying to solve a particularly difficult equation. “Well. He's always been interested in you I think.”

“... What do you mean?” Kento asks weakly, feeling like all the tension in his body left with the confession and he has no energy left.

“He's asked about you once or twice, and as soon as I mention you he looks... a little different? And yeah, he's obviously in your way all the time.” Shori explains slowly. “But I didn't really pay attention to him because he's annoying.”

Kento doesn't answer, because the fact that Fuma might actually like him is a really scary thought.

“Did you like it?” Shori asks then, a genuine question and Kento instantly blushes because he never expected Shori to ask something like that. “Since you apparently let him touch you.”

“I...” He starts, then trails off again, because he doesn't know, and if he did like it, he's not sure he wants to figure it out. “I... Protested, a little, but... I didn't stop him and I can't figure out why I didn't.”

Shori nods slowly, but doesn't seem like he has something to say to that, and Kento can't keep from letting his worries out.

“It felt different. Like, more intense. But I like girls.” He says, mostly to reassure himself. “And even if I could like boys, I wouldn't like him. I hate him.”

“Well.” Shori smiles. “At least you punched him in the face, that should help?”

“Yeah. I did.” Kento agrees, but he doesn't feel like that helps much anymore. Besides, his knuckles hurt.

 

~*~

TBC

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