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They were sitting in Yuzuru’s room on a rainy Sunday afternoon. The rest of the Shino Family was out, so it was just them. This time, they had skipped renting a movie and were just enjoying each other’s presence and closeness. With Yuzuru graduated from school, they only had the weekends to really spend time together. Well, minus a few short hours in the evening after Yuzuru’s university classes were over and Seryou was done with club activities.
“Tell me, Seryou, your family’s rich and you can basically have whatever you want. Why do you still have such an old phone? Don’t people tell you that’s super lame?” Yuzuru asked.
Seryou smiled. “This phone was a present from my grandfather. I promised him that I’d take good care of it. He said that’s why he’d given it to me because he trusted that I would use it carefully and wouldn’t break it. That I appreciated its value and didn’t care whether it was a new model or a fashionable brand. I still don’t care about it. So what if other people call me lame? That’s their issue and not mine. I like this phone.”
Yuzuru snorted softly and then wrapped his arm around Seryou to pull him against his chest and hold him close. He rested his forehead against the back of Seryou’s shoulder, nuzzling his neck affectionately. “I think that’s also one of the things I really like about you.”
Turning around a bit, Seryou could only see the top of the other’s head. “Well, I guess it’s the same with you, Yuzuru-san. It’s not your appearance that I care about. And other people might not be able to value your attributes but I do. I like them. I like you just as you are.”
“Ah…” Yuzuru sighed dramatically. “Out of all the people, I had to fall in love with the weird kid.” The corners of his lips curled up in a smirk and he chuckled. “But weird isn’t necessarily bad.” Turning Seryou around in his embrace he leaned in for a short kiss. “I love you, Seryou.”
“I love you, too, Yuzuru-san.” Seryou smiled and cupped Yuzuru’s cheek with one of his hands and gently caressed the skin with his thumb.
“Say, isn’t it about time you just dropped the ‘-san’? It feels so formal.” Yuzuru murmured. “On top of that, we’re alone. It’s okay if you want to keep doing it when other people are around but when we’re alone you can drop it. No wait, you should definitely drop it.”
Smiling, Seryou was about to reply but Yuzuru wasn’t done yet it seemed. What the other said next made the words Seryou had wanted to say get stuck in his throat.
“Touji.”
Eyes widening, he stared into Yuzuru’s, which were fixed on him.
“Eh?” That was all he managed to get out. His brain wouldn’t form proper words.
“That’s your name, isn’t it?” Yuzuru huffed. “You’ve been calling me by my given name all along, so it’s about time I did, too. Unless of course,” he paused and then added, “it bothers you.”
“Eh, well-” Seryou stammered. “You’re jumping on me out of nowhere again, Yuzuru-sa-... Yuzuru.” He was blushing a little in embarrassment. Then he shook his head. “No, it’s fine. You can call me that if you like. But it’ll take some time to get used to.” Apart from his family and Shino nobody called him that really. Adding Yuzuru to that group of people felt strange and yet good at the same time.
It brought them closer together, Seryou felt. Which was probably why Yuzuru had suggested it.
Seryou smiled when he remembered a few other things Yuzuru had suggested, which had brought them closer together. Sometimes the other could be unexpectedly cheesy.
Well, some people might call it romantic maybe.
“What are you thinking about? You have that look on your face that you always get when your thoughts start wandering.” Yuzuru grabbed hold of the now green necktie Seryou was wearing with his school uniform and pulled him closer again. “Mh?”
“I was thinking about you.” Seryou smiled. It wasn’t a lie. “And actually I was thinking about the necktie you’re holding onto right now.” He knew the other would get the hint.
The necktie had belonged to Yuzuru. He had given it to Seryou on the day of the third year students’ graduation ceremony. “Wear it for the new school year. And the year after, I’ll give you this one, too.” He had been referring to the red tie that was still around his neck, the one for the third years. “And promise me, you’ll go to the archery club properly until you graduate. I might be further away from now on but I will stop by from time to time.”
“Ah, this.” Yuzuru nodded. “Well, almost time for me to give you the last one, huh? Time flies.”
Pulling Yuzuru’s hand away from the tie, Seryou entwined their fingers and asked softly, “You remember our promise, right?”
“Of course I do.” Yuzuru muttered. “I don’t break promises I made.”
“Good. Because neither do I.” This time it was Seryou who leaned in for the kiss first.