I Like You Too Much, Chapter 4/4

[h_itoshi]

Title: I Like You Too Much
Status: 4/4
Fandom: Sexy Zone, Kis-My-Ft2, AKB48
Pairing: Fuma/Kento
Overall rating: R
Wordcount: 5540
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: Sorry it took a while, I thought I was finished but then the wordcount was messed up and I wrote more haha. I realize this fic is a little backwards, but cheesy plot deserves cheesy ending.
 

Fuma's mother is not impressed by the spectacular bruise on his cheek when he saunters down for breakfast well past lunchtime. In fact, she almost drops a plate in her shock when she sees him, but quickly goes from shocked to furious.

It hadn't hurt so much yesterday, but Fuma figures it was the alcohol dulling his senses, because now, it stings like a bitch and things like smiling or chewing makes it worse. And, as he learns, his mother fussing over it with some cream while scolding him about not cooling it immediately and asking what the hell he's gotten himself into this time and that he's grounded and god knows what.

Fuma tunes her out, but he can't shove her away, so he lets her tend to it even though he feels like going back to sleep until next month.

It's only when she starts talking about him not going to school like this that he raises his voice and tells her not to be ridiculous, which causes her to argue back, and in the end he's sent back to his room with an ice-pack and told to stay there.

He'd stayed on the grass with Haruna until she was convinced he'd calmed down enough, but Fuma's still not sure he's calm enough. He tries to distract himself, with games and movies and internet and all the things he normally procrastinates with, but all he can think about is Kento and how the hell he's going to handle this mess he got himself into. His only comfort is that this will stay private business, because Kento won't want it to get out either.

When he goes to school Monday morning despite his mother's complaints, he's decided to just completely ignore that Kento exists, for everyone's sake, but mostly his own.

Only that plan is shattered as soon as he greets his friends.

Senga is about as upset about his bruise as his mother was, while Nikaido mostly looks impressed and Tomomi counters with unimpressed. But it's Haruna who ruins everything.

“Hey Fuma.” She sidles up to him with a cryptic smile, and Fuma already knows it can't be good. “I heard Nakajima's got a hickey, can you believe that?”

“... So what?” Nikaido asks with a frown, definitely not understanding what that has to do with them, but Fuma barely hears him.

He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out and that might be for the best. Her smile obviously implies it's his, and it makes him feel a twinge of nausea from the reminder that it did really happen. But a tiny part of him is also a little proud.

“Good for him, I mean.” Haruna shrugs, and Nikaido seems to write that off as a weird girl comment, but both Senga and Tomomi are looking suspiciously between Haruna and Fuma.

“Yeah good for him, I'm sure not getting any since there's apparently pictures of me with two 'hot girls' on Facebook so guess who's pissed.” Nikaido mutters, and Fuma's never been more thankful for Nikaido's bitching about his girlfriend.

“Oh you poor thing.” Senga says sarcastically, but Nikaido is immune to sarcasm and just pouts.

Fuma doesn't really listen to the conversation about what everyone did during the party, especially not when Haruna tries to identify the guys she made out with using Tomomi's pictures.

He's distracted trying to remind himself that he was supposed to ignore Kento. For everyone's sake. Mostly his own. But he desperately wants to see for himself if what Haruna said is true.

It's a really awkward math class before lunch sitting next to Sato Shori, because Fuma has nothing to say to him and Shori keeps looking at the bruise on his cheek like he knows a secret. Honestly, Fuma's terrified that Shori does know and it makes him unable to look the other in the eyes, and he definitely can't drop some ignorant comments like he normally does.

“If I'd known all you needed to behave normally was a punch in the face I would have probably dared doing it long ago.” Shori mutters when he rises to leave, then hurries out of the classroom before Fuma can even open his mouth. Coward, Fuma thinks bitterly, deciding to save his comeback for next math class.

Someone taps his shoulder and he turns to see Senga eyeing him with a raised eyebrow and a grin.

“Did Sato win today?” He asks, and Fuma glares at him.

“Shut up.” He mutters, shoving his books into his bag and heads for the door.

“I'm pretty sure even the teacher wondered what's off with you today.” Senga goes on, tone thoughtful. “If you want to maintain your image you should really shape up, or everyone's gonna start punching you in the face when you're a douchebag.”

“My mom drugged me.” Fuma tells him as an explanation, which is actually true but he didn't get enough painkillers to feel out of it. She probably wanted him to learn his lesson through pain. “Come on, I need a smoke.”

 

~*~

 

Kento's walking with Yui to meet up with the rest of their group, and he's smiling as he's listening to her talk about Tamamori and that he's asked her out on a date and basically just rambles on about all the things that's amazing about him.

She's cute, and Kento's happy for her, but he can't make himself encourage her talking like he would normally. Luckily, she doesn't notice, just goes on and on about where Tamamori might take her and what they're going to do.

Usually, Kento would have a lot to say about that, because he's taken a lot of girls on dates, but right now that is one of the things he's questioning about himself to the point where he's fearing he's heading into a personal crisis. Because he's been on a lot of dates. And there has been all kinds of girls, different interests and personalities since even though most of them are shy and cute to begin with, they come out of their shell after a while. He's taken a few on another date. He's had one girlfriend, that he dated for eight months, which means he's had time to try most things he'd wanted to do both romantically and sexually. He was in love with her, he's sure of that, and he enjoyed being with her, touching her, everything.

But nothing has ever felt like what he's feeling now. He can't get Fuma out of his head, and even though he tries to think of other things Fuma nestles his way back into his thoughts to the point where Kento almost feels possessed. He thinks about what happened at the party, about the things Fuma said to him and the way he said it, about how confident his hands were and somehow he wants to know more about Fuma. Wants to know who he is and what he's done before and if he thinks about Kento as much as Kento thinks about him.

He's tried being disgusted, but when he's honest with himself, he knows he's not, and that's the scary part. He did like it, that's driving him crazy, because he's never felt as attractive and hot as he did with Fuma, which he's reminded of every time he touches that little mark on his neck since it still aches as it heals and it makes him feel almost feverish.

The absolute worst part is that out of all people, it had to be Fuma. Kento's been through all the interactions they've had in the past that he can remember, and he still thinks Fuma's behaviour at those times was stupid and immature, and he can't think of a single time except when they were alone in that guest room that he's seen Fuma be anything but a douchebag. Still, a lot of people like him, and Kento can't help but wonder if Fuma's just acting like this towards him. Because Fuma... Likes him?

“Hey, are you awake?” Yui asks suddenly and Kento looks up, smiling apologetically, then notices Shori and the other girls standing before them.

“Oh. Yeah, sorry.” He says, and Shori just gives him a knowing look while Kawaei and Sayaka pounce Yui for more details about her ~boyfriend~, Kawaei wanting to know where they're going for their date, and Sayaka demanding to know how far they've gotten.

Shori smoothly steps up to Kento's side instead, giving the girls a dejected look.

“You okay?” He asks quietly, and Kento sighs because he seriously can't answer that. “Well Kikuchi's a mess today, if that helps.”

It actually does, a little, Kento thinks, and so he slowly nods. Today hasn't been his best of days, since apparently rumours travel fast and everyone seems to know he punched Fuma in the face, and there's been a few girls looking at him in betrayal after a confirming look at his neck. He stole some of his mother's make-up to try and cover the mark up since he can't wear a scarf, but even if it did help, it's not exactly invisible. Technically, he should be allowed to have one, he can't help but think, it's not like he's ever claimed to be innocent, but apparently a lot of girls beg to differ.

Also, the girls Fuma hangs out with that are in his class, Itano Tomomi and Kojima Haruna, gave him long calculating looks the second he stepped into the classroom, and even though he did his best to ignore them, he can't help but think that they know and he had to keep himself from blushing in shame right there.

“Come on now boys, we're having lunch!” Sayaka calls, and Kento smiles and follows them towards the cafeteria.

He makes a good effort during lunch to act normal, and apparently it works since nobody questions his mood or health or anything, even though he spends a few seconds too long looking around, not sure if he wants to see Fuma or not. He's not there, however, so Kento relaxes and concentrates on his friends, figuring that he's not seeing Fuma today then and maybe that's good after all.

They're heading for their afternoon classes, Sayaka having fallen back to talk to Shori instead since Yui and Kawaei are apparently in “fuzzy-mushy-land” right now, when they turn a corner and Kento stops so suddenly Sayaka and Shori almost walk into him.

Kikuchi Fuma is leaning against the wall of the corridor while talking to Senga, who's standing before him checking his phone, looking like they're waiting for someone, close enough that Kento can smell outside air and cigarette smoke.

Kento doesn't know what the feeling going through him like a jolt is exactly, but it's not really pleasant. Especially not when he sees Fuma's cheek and he can't keep from staring. It's purple all the way from his cheekbone and back to his temple and looks swollen, and he understands that people are talking about it because god that looks a lot worse than he imagined.

Then Fuma turns his head and looks straight into Kento's eyes, and there's another strange jolt that Kento can't define when Fuma just meets his eyes for a millisecond before his gaze darts to Kento's neck like he knows what to look for, then away again.

Senga obviously notices something, since he turns around to see what's behind him, eyes widening a little when he sees Kento.

“Come on, let's go.” Sayaka mutters, brushing past Kento to keep walking, Shori in tow.

“I...” Kento starts, then licks his lips as he makes a split second decision. “I'll be right there.”

Fuma looks up at the words, his expression alarmed, and Senga smoothly says he's meeting the others on the way instead.

Yui gives Kento a look like he's crazy, but he just nods an okay and they eventually leave, Shori with a long look over his shoulder.

The silence is suffocating when they're the only ones left in the corridor, and Fuma keeps looking at anything but Kento.

After five long seconds, Kento can't take it anymore, stepping forward to grab Fuma's wrist and drag him into the nearest empty classroom. The treatment seems to shock Fuma enough that he doesn't protest, at least until the door is closed behind them and it couldn't be further from the last time they were alone in a room together.

 

~*~

 

“What?” Fuma demands as soon as Kento closes the door, tone harsh and snappy since his heart is beating wildly with adrenaline and he's honestly terrified. The second he saw Kento his heart stopped for a moment, and it hasn't calmed down since, his insides a fluttery mess of fear and something embarrassingly heated at seeing the pretty well hidden reddish spot on his neck that Fuma had never meant to leave there.

“You're such a coward, do you know that?” Kento tells him, and Fuma has a feeling that wasn't what he'd wanted to say, since Kento's dark eyes widen a little after the irritated words slip from his lips.

“Can't see how you're so brave.” Fuma replies, the venom in his voice coming naturally after being accused of something like that, even though he's very aware it's true.

Kento's jaw clenches in anger and Fuma blames the state of himself for not even filtering the thought that it looks kind of hot. “You know what, I was about to apologize for hitting you but you deserved it.”

“Yeah everyone keeps telling me that, so thank you, are you done?” Fuma asks with a small mocking smile, which just seems to tick Kento off even more and his eyes flash with the same kind of anger Fuma last saw just before he was hit.

“No.” Kento says firmly after he obviously quenches the urge to punch Fuma again, but he's not looking very calm with the way his hands are clenched into fists. “Aren't you supposed to say something?!”

“Like what?” Fuma inquires, and he can't really maintain the attitude as another wave of panic washes over him at the prospect of actually talking about this.

“Like... Explain yourself!” Kento sounds a little desperate and Fuma bites his lip, having no idea what to say. “Explain what the hell you did to me because I don't understand why I didn't push you away or why I can't get you out of my head. Why did you do it?!”

Kento's words hit Fuma harder than his actual punch had done, and he's struck speechless, the sentence I can't get you out of my head playing on repeat in Fuma's mind as he just stares at Kento. It can't mean what he wants it to mean.

When there's no response, Kento lets out a groan of frustration and sinks down to sit on a bench, hands a little shaky as he runs one of them through his hair, and Fuma licks his lips nervously, having no idea how to handle Kento looking so vulnerable.

The first time he'd seen Nakajima Kento, he'd reacted so vehemently he scared himself, which was what caused a completely unpleasant comment to come out of him and this whole thing started. He'd never seen a prettier boy in his life, and he was not ready for what that meant. He learned things about Kento, like his name and class and how he was so popular among the girls and his grades were so good. It was frustrating that every new thing just built up a more perfect image of someone Fuma knew he would never be able to have. He hated how Kento was so perfect, and he wanted to do anything to break him, to see behind that polite pretty smile and prince-like behaviour, and he'd thought he'd finally done it when Kento punched him. No matter how much it hurt, he had finally made Kento's perfect image break down for Fuma to see behind.

Now that Kento sits before him on a bench, looking upset and confused and angry at the same time, Fuma can't help but think that this is the result he'd wanted all along, but now he's not so sure anymore because he doesn't want to see Kento upset.

“Did you do it just to fuck me up?” Kento finally asks, voice not angry or loud anymore but cold and hard. “Because that's really damn cruel if-”

“I did it because I like you, okay? Damn.” Fuma bursts out before he can stop himself, then bites his lip and hurries to look away because he doesn't want the response.

“... You like me.” Kento repeats, voice low and even, and when Fuma eventually looks back up, Kento's looking at him with hard eyes. “You really are a coward.”

“Yeah, so maybe I am.” Fuma agrees, voice harsh and bitter as things he's never spoken come out of him. “Maybe I am a coward who falls for the pretty boy every girl wants and doesn't dare even approach him, because I'm convinced said pretty boy wants nothing to do with a guy who doesn't give a damn about school, or courtesy, and who's also a guy.”

His fingers fidget for a cigarette to calm his nerves, but he figures that for once, he should stand his ground and he looks back at Kento who just stares at him with wide eyes.

“You could have at least been nice to me!” Kento finally exclaims, his tone almost desperate again, like he's scared but Fuma can't figure out what exactly he's scared of.

“I probably could have been if I hadn't spent so long denying that I like you too much and that you remind me of that every single time I see you.” Fuma growls, shame warming his cheeks. “Now just call me a creep and walk out of here, I think you've humiliated me enough.”

“I...” Kento starts, but breaks off with a frustrated groan. “That's not what this is about, why are you so dumb!?”

“What the hell else could this be about?!” Fuma returns, just as frustrated because he just wants to get out of here and hide somewhere and cry because he's a weak person. “If you want an apology for what I did to you, then fine, I'm sorry!”

That was apparently not the right thing to say, because Kento looks like he'd appreciate punching Fuma again.

“You're so goddamn stupid.” Kento groans, standing up and glaring at Fuma with a frustration in his eyes that doesn't seem to be all about Fuma. “I've never felt anything like that before and it freaks me out, and you did it to me so take some damn responsibility already!”

Fuma's body reacts before his brain does, like it normally does around Kento, and when he catches up with himself, he's stepped forward to grab Kento's collar and kissed him.

It's a quick kiss with no finesse, and his own panic is what makes him pull back and he starts to let go of Kento, heart beating in his ears and his lips tingling from the soft touch.

But he doesn't get very far, a hand grabbing his own jacket and he's pulled close again, and Fuma tries to understand this sudden change in Kento's behaviour for about two seconds before Kento kisses him, hesitantly, but it has Fuma's mind going blank.

He kisses back without thinking, the grip he still has on Kento's collar tightening as he pulls Kento even closer, tilting his head for a better angle and tries to convince Kento that this is the best kiss he's ever had and that he shouldn't pull away.

It seems to work, or something, at least Kento keeps kissing him back, and Fuma doesn't dare move at all in fear of this ending because it's exactly what he's kept denying that he wants.

Eventually, Kento pushes him back, but he doesn't look angry, just breathless and confused and Fuma bites his bottom lip to keep it from tingling and curses himself for making Kento do something without his consent. Again. He can't even blame alcohol this time.

“I have no idea what I'm doing.” Kento says after a moment of silence, lips shiny as he keeps taking deep breaths and he's so fucking pretty Fuma can't even answer. But Kento goes on, voice still breathy and his words lack passion. “I don't even like you, you're always a complete asshole.”

“I can be nice.” Fuma hurries to assure, not even caring about that he's not very cool right now.

“I don't like boys.” Kento says, ignoring Fuma's input, and the only thing that keeps Fuma from breaking down is that Kento doesn't appear to be talking to him; more like some kind of reassurance for himself.

There's a silence, and Fuma speaks before he can change his mind. “But you like this.”

Kento sighs and sinks back to sit on the bench again. “... But I like this.”

Something explodes in Fuma's chest, he's not exactly sure what but it takes his breath away and relief starts to spread, the relief of knowing Kento at least doesn't think he's disgusting.

“... So now what?” Kento asks, looking up at Fuma with eyes that mostly look defeated, and Fuma takes a deep breath.

He can't keep the tiny smile from tugging at his lips when he speaks though. “I could take you on a date? So you can get to know me and see if you could like me?”

Kento just gapes at him, and it looks so funny that Fuma can't help laughing at how bizarre this situation is. Those are Kento's words, those that he told the girl with the chocolate and etched themselves into Fuma's memory as he started to hate that poor girl before he even knew her name.

When Kento finds his voice again, he sounds a little bewildered, but Fuma also thinks he hears a tiny bit of amusement in there. “I've never been taken on a date.”

“It's about time then.” Fuma says, wondering if Kento just agreed or if he's just delusional as usual.

When Kento slowly nods, smiling a little hesitantly, Fuma feels like his heart just left his chest. “Maybe it is.”

 

~*~

 

The girls are on him like vultures the second he returns, demanding to know what happened and how it went, but Kento doesn't know what to say. He doesn't want to lie to them, but he doesn't want to tell them about it either, and so he ends up opening his mouth and closing it again. Thankfully, Shori tells them to just drop the gossip for once and let Kento have some privacy, and Kento's never been happier for Shori's snappy mother tone.

After school, he walks home with Shori, who of course demands to hear the story as payment for protecting Kento from the girls. He's joking, but it's not like Kento hadn't planned to tell Shori because he needs help.

He's still not sure why he'd agreed. Or why he'd let Fuma kiss him again after he'd agreed. He'd thought, somewhere in his confused mind, that if Fuma confessed there should be a date, just like everyone else. Except Fuma is about as different from everyone else as it can get.

Somehow, what matters the least in the whole date-scenario is that Fuma is a boy. He's never felt anything for another man before, but kissing Fuma sure didn't feel bad and he's not that opposed to reconsider his sexuality if that's necessary. But he's terrified of having something official with a man, of having to look his mother in the eyes and tell her he's dating a boy, of letting his friends know, of letting everyone know. So he tries not to think about that possibility.

Shori isn't fazed by the story, just raises an eyebrow and tells Kento good luck and that hopefully Fuma has a completely different personality hidden in there somewhere, and besides he can't be all stupid. He likes Kento after all. It's such a sweet thing to say that Kento almost gets a little teary and he has to hug Shori before they split up to go their own directions.

It should feel weird receiving a mail from Fuma and settling that this Saturday works fine, but it doesn't. It doesn't even have that date-tension to it that Kento normally feels, like he has something to live up to and needs to think about that all the time. Fuma just writes there's this aquarium with a huge nasty octopus he wants to see and asks if that's okay.

It's perfect, because Kento doesn't even have to worry about what they're going to do: he already knows.

What does feel weird, is that Fuma is nice to him in school. Not that they interact much, but there are no glares or superior smiles, and Shori comes out of math class and looks straight at Kento and wonders if he's magic somehow.

In the end, none of that keeps him from being more nervous than he's ever been on a date when he goes to meet Fuma that Saturday. Kento's early, because he'd rather be early than late, but still he finds Fuma leaning against the wall next to the entrance, hands in his pocket and wearing a black leather jacket with white details.

“You're early.” Kento points out when he's close enough to be heard, making Fuma jump and look up.

He expects a bitchy comment as usual, but Fuma takes a second to answer, looking Kento over once first. “I'm normally late so I made an effort.” He shrugs, but there's a small smile on his lips that quickly kills Kento's worries if he overdressed or underdressed or just forgot to dress. Except that he spent fifteen minutes deciding what to wear so he's pretty sure he didn't forget to get dressed.

“Nice jacket.” Kento says because the silence is starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

Fuma glances down at it as if to remind himself what is currently on his body, then looks up at Kento with a surprised expression. “... Thanks. You wanna go inside?”

They do go inside, and even though it's odd being paid for, it feels pretty good too. Kento's wallet definitely likes it.

He's been on aquarium dates before, but there's definitely something different about this one. Mostly, Fuma is not exactly passive and clinging to Kento's arm and asking what he thinks before he comments on anything. It's more along the lines of “Iew, look at that thing it's so gross iewww I have to take a picture and send it to Senga he'll flip” which is actually hilarious and Kento easily relaxes and laughs more than he has in a while.

The best part is when they find the “huge, nasty octopus” and Fuma almost doesn't even want to step close because it's gross and slimey and super creepy, but he still has to poke at it through the glass like a three-year-old, then flies back when the animal moves.

Kento laughs so much he almost can't breathe, and even though Fuma looks offended at first and threatens him not to tell anyone about this, Fuma's features then soften into a small smile that Kento has never seen before. It's nice.

They talk mostly about the fish, but Kento finds the personal things he learns about Fuma a much more interesting subject. For example when Fuma points at the clown fish and tells a story about his baby sister always yelling “Nemo” at the top of her lungs whenever she sees them and it's embarrassing. Kento laughs and asks how old she is, and it turns out she really is a baby, just a couple years old and perhaps a bit of an afterthought.

It definitely changes Kento's idea of Fuma, because he'd never have thought of Fuma having a baby sister that he obviously loves to death.

Kento doesn't have siblings himself, but he loves kids so he's almost a little jealous, which makes Fuma smile and say he can borrow Fuma's siblings whenever he wants, especially his brother, who's thirteen and a complete pain.

Kento just laughs and comments that everyone's a pain when they're thirteen. Which makes Fuma launch into some story about when he and his friends set fire to their school books with hairspray and a lighter, and Kento can't help but think that it's difficult not to like Fuma when he's like this.

 

~*~

 

It's surreal, the whole thing. Going out with Kento. Honestly, Fuma half expected him not to turn up. But here he is, standing two metres from Fuma and looking at polka dotted jellyfish with a fascinated expression, his face illuminated by the purple-ish light and he's so pretty it hurts a little.

It's going surprisingly smoothly, and Fuma mentally reminds himself to thank Haruna later for the very threatening mail she sent him this morning about remembering to be himself and not act like an asshole.

It seems to work, a little, because at least Kento doesn't appear to be suffering. He's laughing a lot, which is really appealing and something Fuma has only seen from a distance before. He can't help but bitterly think that he normally has the opposite effect on Kento's expressions, but on the other hand, he's making up for it now.

He spent the entire week leading up to 11 o'clock this Saturday pending from terrified to fluttery excited, and even though it was exhausting, it's good in a way. Now, he doesn't have the energy to freak out even when he says something supposedly wrong or stupid.

“Why are they dotted? Why doesn't it say on this info, it's obviously what you want to know the most, isn't it?” Kento comments, looking at the lit up info sheet about the jellyfish.

Fuma grins and offers to google it for him.

Fuma has been on dates before. Not nearly as many as Kento must have, but a few, and they've all been disasters. If he's honest with himself, it's been his own fault, because he never really liked any of the girls he went out with and sometimes he'd even found it a little gross when they tried to hold his hand or just get close.

This is nothing like that. He's relaxed and having fun and his only goal is to let Kento know that he can be a decent person. Perhaps even a little fun to hang out with.

They spend a good two hours walking around the aquarium and spotting the grossest fish, which is a lot more fun than looking at pretty things, and when they're approaching the exit, Fuma almost says they could look at everything again because he doesn't want to leave.

Kento buys a cell phone strap with a dolphin in his birthstone (which is apparently aquamarine and March, which Fuma will definitely remember), and Fuma almost calls him gay out loud, but figures that might be counter-productive. Or at least not very tactful.

They step out on the street, but then awkwardly pause since none of them knows how to proceed, and Fuma tries to figure something out quickly, maybe ask about lunch or something, but then Kento opens his mouth and Fuma forgets everything he had in mind.

“I had fun. You really can be nice.” He smiles, and Fuma gets really busy trying to fight off his blush.

“I told you so.” He says, but his voice lacks the bitchiness he normally has without him even trying to take it away.

“I wouldn't mind eating something now, would you?” Kento goes on, and Fuma grins.

“I was just thinking about that.” He admits, making Kento smile, and that could be the best feeling ever. He also wouldn't mind maybe going for karaoke or something and perhaps make out a little. Or something. Maybe.

“Great, then let's go.” Kento says, and Fuma follows while trying to calm his feelings down enough to function. “I think I like being taken on dates, it's nice being paid for.”

Fuma raises an eyebrow and attempts an unimpressed look, but he breaks out laughing out of something similar to relief, or maybe it's hope. “I guess I'll have to take you out again then.”

“I think so. My wallet definitely likes it, and I kind of do too so.”

Fuma definitely likes the sound of that. If Kento wants to see him again, he must have done something right.

“Happy I'm not just pleasing your wallet.” Fuma counters, and Kento rolls his eyes but grins and calls him stupid.

Fuma thinks that Kento could probably call him anything right now and he'd still be happy. If Kento wants to go out again, everything is fine, and he can worry about complicated stuff like the future later.

 

~*~

END

Previous: Chapter 3

 

Comments

[falkner]

aaa the ending is just perfect. I have the biggest grin on my face right now because this story is just so nice and makes me so happy and I'm definitely going to re-read it next time I need to cheer myself up.

You captured the awkward high school feelings so perfectly, it makes it so easy to read and visualize everything that's happening. This story is a real treat, I kind of want to go back and re-read it all immediately ^q^

[h-itoshi.livejournal.com]

Aww thank you so much this comment totally made my day <3

Happy you enjoyed it and that the feelings got through, I work hard on those haha. Thank you!