the music was blasting, you could hear it muffled from outside. they walked in and the music hit them like a slap in the face.

oh yeah, this is why i hate parties. hanamaki thought as they made their way past the crowded living room and into the less crowded, but still full, kitchen. "mattsun!" a familiar voice called out. makki looked over to see terushima standing across the kitchen. "yooo," he walked over to the two boys.

"what's uuup," mattsun greeted the boy. terushima was clearly drunk as he went in for a clumsy hug. "okay, okay, get off," he said with a laugh.

"get off to you?" terushima spoke lazily, "that's gross man," he said as he backed up, "i'm not gay dude, you...gay,"

"terushima you literally just told me about how you were hooking up with that guy from another school,"

"yoo!" terushima yapped, "personal business much?"

"hey! personal business doesn't matter when you're being an asshole," the dark haired boy jested, pushing the other boy's face away from him.

"it doesn't even count bro," he insisted, "dude's like...genderfluid or something," he lost his balance for a moment, misstepped then regained his balance quickly. "oho shit,"

"wanna go get a drink or something?" matsukawa suggested.

"i'll have whatever he's having," makki joked, gesturing towards the wobbly blond.

"you're too cute to look a fool like that," he teased. hanamaki let out a laugh.

"you're not wrong,"

"then lets go get some soda or something," mattsun suggested. "see ya, geek," he said, punching terushima in the arm as they walked away.

"ouch...relax, fuckin' clark kent over here," teru muttered.

matsukawa and hanamaki made their way to the fridge, getting themselves clean drinks, chatting and bickering as they did. the music had grew louder and nearly everyone was crowded in the living room, or the halls. they had the small kitchen to themselves.

"you wanna dance, babe?" matsu said, tossing his plastic cup into the garbage.

"no way,"

"aw, c'moooon," he whined, "i know you've got some sick moves stored in there," he said, poking the boy's torso.

"very sick, as in: uncomfortable to look at, disgusting to be around-"

"hush!" he protested, pressing his index finger onto makki's lips. "how about you just let me take your hand and lead you around like a ragdoll,"

"kinky,"

"oh, is that what you're into?"

hanamaki shrugged dramatically, "who knows?"

matsukawa smirked playfully at him. he leaned in, pressing his lips onto the other boy's lips. he then pulled back, an inch away from his lips. "you wanna know a secret?"

"hm?"

"you're the first boy i've ever kissed," he said, pecking his lips softly then pulling back to look over his face.

"really?" hanamaki was genuinely surprised.

"yeah," he said, thinking for a moment then continuing. "and you know, you act like i'm this crazy experienced guy, who's kissed a hundred people, who's done every drug and been everywhere in the world,"

he was right, that was exactly what he thought of him. a huge part of it at least.

"but i'm as young as you are, makki," he spoke softly, "sure, i have kissed a lot of people and i'm no virgin to drugs and i'm no virgin in general," he admitted once again. "you know that," he added then continued, "but did you know that i don't drink because i'm scared to get addicted?" he said, then paused. "or that i've never traveled outside of this tiny city because i'm scared of new things?" he asked. "or that i've never really given a lover the time of day because i'm scared of getting hurt?"

hanamaki just...stared. he studied his every facial feature, every movement and emotion. he stared endearingly. never had he felt so much love for someone than in this very moment.

"i know that you doubt me, it's clear in your actions," matsukawa went on, hesitantly. "i get it, it doesn't hurt me because i get it," he said softly, averting his eyes for a moment, then meeting hanamaki's eyes once again. "i wouldn't trust me either,"

"i do trust you," hanamaki spoke up. "i do, it's just my lack of experience gets in the way, i get scared easily too," he admitted defensively. "i trust you, you're the most..." he thought for a moment, "amazing, most intriguing and intricate person i've ever met," he said, reaching out and placing his hand gently onto matsukawa's cheek.

"so, we're both just a couple of scaredy cats huh?" he teased.

"guess so," hanamaki said, his voice laced in pure infatuation as he leaned in to kiss matsukawa. he pulled back, "matsu, i do, i-" he stammered, "i love you,"

"oh fuck," matsukawa mocked.

"shut up!"

the dark haired boy let out a laugh as he wrapped his arms around hanamaki's waist. "i love you too," he said softly, his face noticeably red and a sheepish grin on his face. "that's nice to say," hanamaki tilted his head slightly, in question. "i love you,"

"it really is,"

"i love youuuuu, makki," he cooed.

"you're such a dork,"

"a dork that you love?"

"yes,"

"good because i love you too,"

hanamaki rolled his eyes playfully.

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a/n: >:)