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"Hiro-san!" Nowaki called out breathlessly. "Hiro-san!" He loomed over me, intelligent blue-eyes twinkling like the starry sky. Hiroki looked up at the black-haired boy in front of him through knitted eyebrows. "Wh, what?" he mumbled.
Nowaki tilted his head to the side slightly, closing both eyes and smiling warmly. "I love you!"
Hiroki's eyes widened in surprise, even though those three words seemed to escape Nowaki's lips much too much. The brunette felt a hot blush spread across his blazing cheeks, and he averted his eyes sheepishly. I can't look at him... Hiroki thought, steaming up. When he didn't reply, Nowaki opened his mouth to speak again.
". . ." My name. The way he called my name... so annoying.
"What?" There was a hint of unmistakable irritation in Hiroki's voice, and he never ceased to frown. Nowaki tenderly placed his hand under his lover's chin and leaned in close to the shorter (but older) man's face. So close, in fact, that their noses were almost touching. Hiroki froze.
"Do you love me?" Nowaki asked gently, the words rolling off of his tongue like sweet honey. Hiroki's frown vanished again as he rose his eyebrows. How was one supposed to answer to a question like this?
"Stupid Nowaki," he answered, trying to sound indifferent, "don't ask pointless questions."
At this, Nowaki dropped his hands at his sides. "Hiro-san!"
I swear, if he calls my name ONE more time...
"WHAT!?" Hiroki snapped, fuming.
Nowaki kind of shrunk back, noticing that he had angered his lover. "It's not a pointless question," he said defensively, looking a bit hurt. Hiroki sighed. There was only one way to fix this.
"I lo...ve you, too..." he managed to choke out, feeling completely deprived of manliness. The blush went up to his ears and he bit his trembling lip. Nowaki perked up, his ocean-blue eyes lit --- like two giant, shimmering pools reflected the moon's glow.
"Shut up with your 'Hiro-san's!" Hiroki commanded aggressively, still recovering from embarrassment from pronouncing his sincere and genuine love.
"SAY WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT TO SAY, YOU IDIO----!"
The word 'idiot' was interrupted as Nowaki bent over and firmly pressed his lips onto Hiroki's in an urgent, unexpected kiss. Hiroki's eyes bulged for a moment, but then softened and closed as he melted under Nowaki. When Nowaki withdrew, he looked at Hiroki with eyes full of pure love. "I'm so happy," he whispered, making Hiroki blush again like a fool.
He then proceeded to push Hiroki to the couch where he laid down first, then pulled the brunette on top of him. "I'm so happy," he repeated, exhaling fervently. Hiroki could feel Nowaki's arm fingers stroking and entangling themselves into his hair, which prompted the literature teacher to rest his head onto the doctor-in-training's chest. Hiro-san. My name. My own name. The one he called me. It would wreck every never in my body, and soothe every nerve at the same time. My name. Nowaki's name for me. I've heard it too many times from him, but at the same time not enough.
He really pisses me off....
god knows how many times I used the words
"HIRO-SAN" throughout this story, lmfaaaoo.
anyway, be a supportive fan and r e v i e w :)