pa-correct ako sa medical terms if may mali, please! thanks!

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ANG sarap pala mag-aral ng anatomy sa paborito mong katawan.

"That's the xiphoid process," sagot ni Inggo, slowly tracing his finger from her throat and down to her collarbone, to the middle of her chest, until it reaches the end of her sternum. "Pretty." He leans down to kiss it over her shirt.

Natawa si Rinn sa kanya, locking her legs around his waist and massaging his scalp. "Okay, next." She shows him another flashcard.

"That's your scapula." Inggo runs his hand to the back of her shoulder and rubs circles over her smooth skin. "Right here. That's also pretty." He shifts her body para ma-kiss rin 'yon.

He's growing increasingly hard by every question and every answer, kasi tinuturo niya kung nasa'n sa katawan ni Rinn saka hinahawakan at hinahalikan.

"Clavicle. Beautiful." Kiss.

"Parietal bone." Inggo cradles her head. Kiss. "Sexy."

"Kahit skull ko?" natatawang sabi ni Rinn.

"Everything about you, baby. Next."

She shows him another card, smiling.

"Gastrocnemius." He strokes her calf and shifts down on the bed to kiss it. "Lovely."

"Masseter." Inggo's hand goes to her face, his fingers brushing her jaw and cheek. "Stunning," he whispers, before giving it a kiss.

"Rectus abdominis." He lifts her shirt and splays his fingers along her flat stomach and abdomen, smirking up at her when she looks down at him, catching her breath. Inggo presses his lips to her skin and bites it. "Cute."

"Kuya Inggo, if you don't stop, I'm gonna kiss you."

"That's the plan, Rinn."

She laughs and attempts to crawl out from under him. "Kuya Inggo!"

Inggo cages her into his arms and buries his face in her neck. Hoarsely, he whispers, "I like you so much. I wanna kiss you so bad."

Rinn exhales heavily, her hands going around his waist.

Ilang beses na niyang sinabi 'yon kay Rinn, mukha na siyang tanga.

In the past two months, Inggo wakes up at six in the morning kahit eight pa ang klase niya kasi kailangan niya ng parking slot. Kapag nauuna si Migo, hinaharang niya yung slot sa tabi ng kotse niya para kay Inggo, nakatayo talaga sa parking space. Kapag nauuna si Inggo, siya naman ang uupo sa parking space para kay Migo.

#FriendshipGoals.

Sabihin niya lang kung kailangan niya ng slot o kung ihahatid siya ni Jiya para hindi muntanga si Inggo na nakaupo do'n.

Tapos mag-aaral siya sa kotse niya bago pumasok habang natutulog si Rinn sa FaceTime kasi 9:30 pa class niya o kaya sa hapon pa.

Sasagutin niya with a very sleepy, "Good morning, Kuya Inggo. Have a good day at school." Tapos matutulog na siya ulit.

That makes his mornings. That's enough motivation and energy to get through the day and actually have a good day at school.

Minsan, magdi-dinner si Inggo with Migo and Jiya sa bahay nila (ang sarap kasi magluto ni Manang) o kaya with Migo and their batchmates sa labas. Minsan naman, uuwi na agad si Inggo with the excuse of, "Pagod na 'ko," para makasabay si Rinn kumain sa pagkaing pinadala niya sa Blue while they watch a movie.

She watches him nap after his first day sa anatomy lab. Four hours straight siyang nakatayo at dumiretso siya agad sa kama, his eyes closing, but not before calling her and saying, "Baby, I'm so tired. Goodnight."

Their study dates take up their evenings to early mornings. Inggo loves watching Rinn when he takes his ten-minute breaks. Her hair is usually up in a bun, strands falling over her face that his hands itch to brush behind her ear or fist in a chokehold, her eyes focused and concentrated, lip in between her teeth. It's so sexy.

It's also very sexy when she talks to him about what she's working on. Research, paper, module...kung ano man 'yan, basta nag-e-explain siya, nakatitig na lang si Inggo nang may hearts for eyes because she's so hot.

"...Essentially, the cultivation analysis theory affects the ideas and perception of everyday life. This aids in understanding viewers' perception of the real world in ways that reflect the most common and recurrent messages of the media they are consuming. The theory supports the current research's objective to look into the impact..." Tumigil siya. She blinks at Inggo. "What?"

He shakes his head, smiling. "Nothing. You're so sexy. Go on."

"Shut up, OMG, Kuya Inggo, nakakainis ka!" ang go-to response niya 'pag kinikilig na siya.

Mag-share notes kaya sila ni Jiya sa ganto'ng reaction ng mga Salas?

Ang sarap din sa puso na malaman na Rinn is just as affected as he is.

Nagpapatulong kasi siya sa statistics part ng quanti research nila dahil sabi niya "bobo kaming COM majors sa math". At kahit marami siyang inaaral, nag-set aside ng time si Inggo sa isang "please" lang ni Rinn.

"So Pearson's correlation parametrics under bivariate statistics ang gagamitin n'yo dito," sabi ni Inggo, looking at the data na binigay sa kanya ni Rinn. "This kind of non-parametric statistics analyzes the correlational relationship between two variables. So kung sa research n'yo, the variables at question are, one, the respondents' consumption of watching the media, which is the independent variable, and whether it has a correlational relationship with, two, their perception in real life, which is the dependent variable. Ito, you can use this table to interpret Pearson's correlation values where you can see the strength of correlation na positive and negative. Gets so far, baby?"

Rinn nods, staring at him and biting her lip.

Inggo raises his eyebrows. "What? One more time?"

"No," she squeaks.

Ah. Gan'to rin siya no'ng chemistry naman ang sinasabi ni Inggo.

Tapos saan sila nag-end up? Sa kama.

Ano ginagawa? 'Di niya tinigilan si Rinn magdamag.

Okay ang buhay 'pag gwapo ka, may kotse, matangkad, 'tsaka may utak. Baka gusto na siyang jowain ni Rinn.

"You getting wet?"

"Kuya Inggo!"

He laughs. "Just checking. Okay, share mo sa 'kin yung Google sheet with the data, baby. I'll explain how to compute para sa findings."

Thirty minutes later at nakuha na ni Rinn.

"So, kunyari, for this first theme, since it has a 0.19, small positive correlation lang siya according to the table—meaning, the media only has a small influence on the participants' perception."

Inggo grins proudly. He whispers, "Good girl."

Ayun. Napasigaw si Rinn.

"Thank you! Mwa! Mwa! Mwa!"

"Gawin mo 'yang totoo," sabi ni Inggo, trying to keep his voice cool kahit ang lakas nang kabog ng puso niya sa saya ni Rinn. Dahil sa kanya. "When I see you tomorrow."

He makes time na pumunta sa Blue.

It's not every weekend, kasi umuuwi din si Inggo sa bahay nila para magpakita sa mga magulang niya, o nagkukulong siya sa condo 'pag may test sila the following week kasi nakaka-emotional damage ang mga tests na 'yon, o si Rinn ang umuuwi sa bahay nila. 'Tsaka wala namang kotse si Rinn para puntahan siya at ayaw niyang mag-Grab 'to mag-isa kahit she offered so many times already.

Still, kahit busy siya, Inggo finds the time to be with Rinn—napping, studying, eating, watching a movie, eating Frankie's, playing basketball, going for a drive, walking in the middle of the night, cooking French toast at night...being with Rinn pala is as crucial as breathing.

Dati kasi, Inggo lives his life for himself lang. Walang iniisip na ibang tao, walang relationship na inaasikaso kasabay ng studies niya. Fun lang, because he loves sex and parties, and then no distractions sa pag-aaral.

Mahirap. Mahirap gawin 'yon ngayon. Hindi siya sanay. First year pa lang, mahirap na ang med at mahirap mag-balance ng relationship with med. Ang dami niyang iniisip at kailangang i-prioritize dahil importante pareho.

Hindi niya alam kung paano nagagawa ni Migo, pero Migo has been with Jiya since second year college. Sanay na siyang ganyan.

Si Inggo, hindi.

He sends her random text messages during the day to make her smile. Just so she knows he's thinking about her. Nagtatanong kung kumain na ba, kung kamusta na mga alaga nila, kung aling Taylor Swift song ang mood niya today, kung may pockets ba ang dress na suot niya because it makes her happy, kung ano ang suot niya kasi alam niyang Rinn puts the effort into her appearance at kailangan niyang i-appreciate 'yon.

Iniisip na lang ni Inggo na training 'to for his boyfriend role.

So even though he wants her to be his, in every way possible, even though he's sure he wants this, he wants her kahit ga'no kahirap, kahit ga'no kabago, he'll adjust and wait. He also can't blame her for wanting to be absolutely sure before she answers him.

"I like you too," Rinn whispers, threading her fingers in his hair. "So much." Her thumb touches his piercing and Inggo shudders. "Here's your last flashcard."

"Ah." He grins. "The areola. Eleven out of ten, fucking hot." Inggo's hand slides up to her chest to prove his point, quickly pinching it before she swats it away.

Rinn rolls her eyes and scoffs. "They're small, Kuya Inggo."

"They're perfect and mine." He bites one through her shirt and she gasps, laughing. "President ako ng itty-bitty titty committee mo. In fact, ako lang ang member."

"I hate you!"

Inggo lays his head on her chest to feel the vibrations of her laugh. "No, you don't."

"Mm, I don't." She smiles at him and drops a kiss on his head. "Kahit naman yata if you decide you don't want to do this anymore, I still wouldn't hate you. I can't."

"You should. Pero hindi ko gagawin 'yon, Rinn."

"I'm purposely withholding sex from you, do you realize that?"

"In my head, we have sex all the time, pinagsasabi mo? Mindset ba, mindset."

The laugh he gets makes the guilt subside. Just a bit.

"I'm sorry I made you beg when you asked the first time," Inggo whispers in her hair, locking her legs around her small body. "Pumapayag na 'ko unang tanong mo pa lang. I just wanted to make sure na sure ka. And I'm sorry for everyone...afterward." He winces, hiding his face in her neck in shame. "They don't matter. You're the only one who..." managed to worm your way into my heart, body, mind, soul and stay there rent fucking free. "Rinn, I'm yours. Completely. And I don't care if I have to wait for us to be together for the sex again." Inggo whispers in her ear, "Tangina mo lang kasi alam kong masarap at masikip ka pa rin."

She pushes him out of the couch, sending him crashing to the floor. "'Yang bibig mo, Kuya Inggo!"

"Nami-miss na ang lasa mo."

Rinn tosses him her pillow. "Ang bastos mo!"

"Para sa 'yo. Boom." He kisses her cheek and offers her his hand. "Let me know when your career talk is para sa InTACT class mo, I'll free my Friday night for it."

Rinn follows him at the door, and Inggo's heart sinks to his stomach because he hates, hates this part. "What? You remembered? You're offering?" she squeaks with wide eyes.

Kinwento sa kanya ni Rinn about two weeks ago na kailangan niya ng alumni speaker for her freshman class na BS Bio, at marami raw humihingi ng med student.

Akala niya siguro hindi siya nakikinig kasi nakatutok siya sa libro niya.

"Of course I did. It's you."

Rinn stares at him, as if trying to decide whether to give him a kiss up or down there.

"Both," sabi ni Inggo para 'di na siya mag-isip.

She grins and leans up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Bet, sabi ng puso niya.

BEEEEEET, sabi ng ari niya.

Pero isang peck lang, AMPOTA. Tama ba 'yon???

Inggo grabs her face aggressively. "Kingina, Maureen Salas, ayusin mo kung gagawin mo!"

"It's next sem pa, pero thank you for remembering! Bye!" Rinn says, laughing and pushing him out the door. "Have fun with your friends and call me pag-uwi!"

Ah. Ang sarap talaga 'pag may nag-aalala sa 'yo.

Inggo kisses her forehead and winks. "I'll call. Thanks for the enlightening...study session."

Then he stays outside until he hears Rinn lock the door.

*

Na-perfect nila ni Migo ang anatomy test nila.

Migo winks at him. "Saya nang may study partner, bro."

"Saya nga," sagot ni Inggo with matching wink back. Nag-high-five sila.

O, 'di ba. Mag-best friends talaga silang gago.

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On his birthday, while they eat McDonald's at the backseat of his car, isa lang ang wish lang ni Inggo. He mumbles this before he bites the fry off the sundae.

Sana Rinn doesn't give up on his love for him while he's still learning how to love.

Hindi naman mahirap kasi Rinn 'to, e.

He sticks the pink stethoscope enamel pin na bigay ni Rinn sa loob ng pocket ng bag niya, smiling every time his fingers brush through it 'pag kukuha siya ng pen o kung ano man.

Inggo de Paz, may pink stethoscope pin sa bag niya.

Sobrang out of place, out of character, pero may pake ba siya? Wala.

Kung pwede lang na nasa labas ng pocket, ginawa na niya to show it off. Pero for now, knowing it's there and knowing he's taking care of her gift, is enough.