#(( Fuyuhiko I'm so sorry dfjfngjdkfgdfg ))

[not-bcring]

"Please for the love of fucking god tell me you and that breeder bitch are actually dating now." Fuyuhiko all but demanded as he cornered Kazuichi against his own dormitory door, or rather Gundham's door, more accurately, hand batting at the stupid scarf he had seen around the mechanic's neck more than the breeder's that week. "I can't fucking tell, but shit feels different." //grant him some peace kazuichi

-  ✩   「 @from-across-the-stars 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   Kazuichi’s back is firmly pressed against Gundham’s— Gundham and his door, palms flat on the surface as Kaz all but tries to phase through it. Considering discreetly reaching for the doorknob, fingers twitch in a second of contemplation, before Kaz decides against it. There’s no way Fuyuhiko wouldn’t notice with how intently he’s watching. Especially with how likely it is that Kaz would fumble the entire time. It’d be more discreet to simply turn around, open the door, and walk his ass right back in. Which isn’t an option, for obvious reasons.

So it looks like he’s trapped, flushed face sinking even deeper into the scarf Fuyuhiko bats, hands quickly darting up to lift the soft fabric further over his mouth. Practically covering his nose, words are muffled as he frantically whines in a hushed tone,  ❝  Dude, would you keep it down??  ❞  Immediately, Kaz feels disgusting for his instinctive concern. It’s not like he and Gundham are actively hiding their new relationship. Hell, if they WERE trying to be discreet, they’d be doing a pretty shitty job of it. The hickeys covered by the breeder’s scarf— Kaz’s white-knuckled grip growing tighter at the thought of the plentiful marks —are but a small example of how affectionate the two have become.

Not that they weren’t already pretty damn affectionate before…

Honestly, it’s stupid. That jolt of panic Kaz had felt at Fuyuhiko’s raised voice. That deep-seated sick twisting of his stomach at the thought of anyone aside from him and Gundham knowing that— … Shit. He’s a horrible boyfriend, isn’t he? Should they be blatantly telling people? Is this news they’re supposed to be spreading around? Kaz hadn’t thought he was trying to HIDE anything, but he hadn’t been trying to flaunt either. Not purposely. But just now, he can’t deny that he hadn’t wanted anyone to overhear Fuyuhiko’s accusation. Panic was unlike the embarrassment that always arose before. Back when Kaz didn’t think Gundham felt the same way, when he was still trying to navigate his own confusing feelings.

This time, the panic was because… Fuyuhiko is right.

Fuck. He’s horrible at being gay.

❝  Y-Yeah. We’re dating.  ❞  Kaz awkwardly mutters into the scarf, suddenly feeling VERY unworthy to breathe in its scent. Not meeting Fuyuhiko’s gaze, face burns with shame as he asks,  ❝  Can I ask you something?  ❞  Without even waiting for a reply, he hastily continues, the poor Yakuza apparently STILL having a part to play in his classmate’s romance,  ❝  Is it bad that I still feel— weird about other people knowing? It’s not that I don’t want them to know! I’m not trying to hide that Gundham’s my- y’know—  ❞  Grimacing at how his omission did NOT help his point, Kaz groans and runs a hand down his face.

Forcing himself to look at Fuyuhiko, he pulls down the scarf so it’s resting comfortably around his neck, words no longer muffled,  ❝  It’s scary as Hell, okay? To be— To officially be— I… I guess I just, forgot that when I told Gundham, it meant I was telling everyone else too.  ❞  Looking down at the scarf, he holds the end in his hands, thumbs rubbing the fabric as he weakly asks,  ❝  Is it shitty of me to kinda- wish no one had to know?  ❞

Shit, that came out wrong.   「 ☆ 」