Aoyagi rushed home after practice. Teshima hadn’t said anything about the composition book, but Aoyagi wanted a chance to read it before he noticed its disappearance. He took off his shoes in a hurry and rushed up the stairs to his bedroom.
The room was furnished with a simple study desk, a maple-wood bed, and scattered road racing posters on the walls. He dropped the book bag on the desk and sat down on the chair with a crash, his heart thumping furiously. It would definitely be inappropriate to read through Teshima’s private thoughts, but he so badly wanted to know. Curiosity overcoming him, Aoyagi grabbed the composition book from his bag and started to read.
It took an hour and a half to decode Teshima’s scrawl, but every minute was worth it. When Aoyagi reached the end of the book, a grin was plastered on his face, and his heart was floating on pink clouds. He was half glad that Teshima had bothered to write down what he was feeling on a day to day basis, and half jealous that Jun had trusted a book with his worries rather than him.
Why didn’t he just ask me? Aoyagi wondered, but then his face reddened. Maybe he knew exactly why. How would he have done if he were in the same position? There would be no way for him to bring up the topic about wanting to be kissed “so passionately that my head spins and I feel like fainting” (courtesy of Entry #31).
Aoyagi had work to do. He opened up his laptop to research. Time to implement a counterattack to “Mission: Get Hajime to Kiss Me”. He would title his plan, “Mission: Kiss Jun the Way He Wants To Be Kissed”. As serious as Aoyagi’s façade was, he was chuckling a little as he looked up kissing on the internet. Some these ideas were a little stupid, but he was willing to try some of them if it would make Teshima happy.
It was three days until Teshima noticed that his precious notebook was gone. Teshima had been writing in his new book (#2) when he realized that he wanted to hide the first one. He got up from the seated position on his bed and reached into his backpack, feeling for the smooth rounded edges of the composition book. Where was it? He couldn’t feel the smaller book, so he grabbed his bag and dumped the contents onto his bed. Try as he might, it was nowhere to be seen.
“Holy shit!” This was bad. Who could have taken it? What if they actually read what was inside? What if they knew who wrote it, and who it was about? He groaned in despair. This could not be happening!!
The next day, he walked into the clubroom in low spirits. He knew that he had it the day he had come in to help Tadokoro-senpai fix one of the old training bicycles. He must have dropped it somewhere here. Worst of all, somebody had to have picked it up, or else he would have found it. He ran through the list of everyone he knew. Who had acted awkwardly around him after that day? Teshima tried to reason it out, but unfortunately he couldn’t have known that the person who had picked up the book was none other than Aoyagi. As good as Teshima was at reading him, Aoyagi was one step better at concealing his thoughts.
Which was a very excellent skill to have considering that what he was planning would be considered perverted in some circles. Aoyagi walked into the clubroom five minutes after Teshima, contemplating his plot.
‘Jun knows that someone took his book. I hope he doesn’t get too mad when he finds out it was me.’
“Hey Jun, what’s up? You don’t look so well.” Aoyagi felt slightly guilty, but he was more excited about what he was about to do. He glanced left and right, making sure that nobody else had gotten there before them.
Teshima turned around and smiled. “Nah, I’m fine Hajime. It’s nothing important.” There was no way he could let Aoyagi know that he had lost his stupid composition book. He hoped that someone had mistaken it for burnable trash and incinerated it.
“I don’t believe you.” Aoyagi focused his gaze at Teshima’s lips, and walked forward ever so slightly.
’ What the heck is with this atmosphere?’ Teshima thought. He backed up a step and felt the back of his legs hit the bench. Out of surprise, he lost balance, waving his arms desperately. Aoyagi rushed forward to support him, and grabbed his waist with one arm. This left them in an unstable position, with Aoyagi over Teshima, the both of them leaning over the bench.
“Hajime! What are you-”
“Let me kiss you.” Aoyagi said.
“What!?” Teshima flushed. What was even happening!?
Aoyagi reached up with his other hand and held Teshima’s face lightly. “I want to kiss you”. He moved in, letting his lips linger over Teshima’s. After a second’s hesitation, Teshima opened up, and rested his arms around Aoyagi’s neck. They both straightened out, no longer leaning at an awkward angle. Aoyagi kissed Teshima gently, pulling him close. He deepened the kiss with his tongue, eager to taste his boyfriend.
Teshima’s heart was beating at an inhuman pace and he embraced Aoyagi even closer. His breath quickened, and so did Aoyagi’s pace. His lips became sensitive, and every time Aoyagi brushed past them brought a spark of pleasure up his spine, and a warmth to pool in his stomach. He moaned and pulled away, breathing heavily. Holding Aoyagi at an arm’s length, he blushed and looked away.
“Hajime… we can’t do this here!” He whispered. Aoyagi smiled.
“That’s okay, we’ll do it again later” Aoyagi reached in for another quick kiss, and walked away to get ready for club.
Outside, Makishima and Tadokoro were giving each other hesitant looks. It’s not as if the club room was soundproof, so they had heard Teshima’s moan. They walked inside cautiously to find a blushing Teshima and a smug looking Aoyagi. Tadokoro started to laugh and Makishima couldn’t help but smirk. It was about time, and he had always had his suspicions about the two ‘close’ friends. Disregarding the two senpais that were present, Aoyagi finished changing into his racing gear and walked out calmly.
Teshima rushed to put on his jersey and walked out stiffly, avoiding the weird looks of Makishima and Tadokoro senpai. He caught up to Aoyagi who was taking his bike off the bike rack.
“Hajime! W..what was that about?” His heart fluttered. Aoyagi gave him another beaming smile, before looking down shyly.
“I’m sorry Jun. I saw the notebook that you wrote…”, Teshima’s breath stopped briefly, “..and I read through it. All of it.”
It was Teshima’s worst nightmare come true. He covered his face in hands and he could feel his face heating up even more. His heart was beating erratically and he turned around, refusing to see Aoyagi’s face.
Aoyagi was stunned by this action, and pulled on Teshima’s hand, pulling his hands away from his face.
“Jun. Jun, I’m so sorry, please forgive me! I was so flattered, I really wanted to do something for you too.”
Teshima looked into Aoyagi’s eyes and nodded, still red and still embarrassed.
“Hajime…” Teshima started, “I hope you burn that notebook!”
Aoyagi chuckled. “No way Jun-chan. I’m thinking of getting it framed!”
End Notes:
Forgive my writing (//∇//). I saw the kink meme and thought that I absolutely had to write a fic for this adorable T2 prompt.