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Takumi knew better by now than to expect his days to be nice and peaceful. That did not, however, prevent him from fruitlessly wishing for it anyway.
But any day where Eito is involved is always destined to be far from normal.
When he entered the cafeteria that day to get breakfast as usual, the boy in question was nowhere to be found.
“Morning… Hm? Where’s Eito?”
Moko piped up sadly. “Takemaru and the others are being so mean. They chased Eito out of the Cafeteria and told him not to come back until he was done cleaning!”
“Huh? You threw him out?”
Takemaru scratched his head. “Whaddaya expect me to do? That asshole can’t be trusted…”
Takumi watched helplessly as the scene before him devolved into everyone arguing over… Eito. He couldn’t blame them, of course. Eito had done a lot of terrible things, he would know. But he’d also been the one to make the decision to let him stay, and that did unfortunately mean that both the blame and the responsibility were on him.
Maybe it was a mistake to let him join after all…
But he had decided to trust Eito, so, as much as his natural instincts warned against it, Takumi had made his choice and he was going to stick to it.
While considering this predicament, Takumi ate a hurried breakfast before wandering aimlessly around the halls, lost in thought. He hoped that the party he and Gaku were planning would help everyone get along better, but there was no guarantee it would. And if it didn’t, what then?
He was so zoned out that without even realizing it, his feet had carried him to the Parking Lot.
Hearing someone else inside, he looked up, and there he was. The root of his troubles.
Eito was humming quietly to himself as he brushed a feather duster along the van and the other various pieces of equipment. It was still both impressive and eerie to watch him work. He moved with such confidence that it was easy to forget he was blind. Takumi would honestly still have his doubts if it wasn't clearly impossible for Eito to see.
He wasn't really in the mood to deal with Eito right now, so he quickly turned on his heel and tried to exit before he was noticed. But it was already too late.
Eito raised his head slightly and sniffed the air before turning to face him.
“Takumi? You're standing there, aren't you? I can smell you.”
Takumi sighed exasperatedly. “Yeah, I'm here. Don't mind me though, I was just leaving.”
“Oh, please, don't let me get in your way. I'm almost done cleaning here. Unless, is there anything I can help you with?”
“No, thank you, I'm good…”
“Alright then. Well, please do let me know if anything comes up, I want nothing more than to be useful to everyone.”
Something bitter churned in Takumi's stomach. Eito spoke with such sincerity, he could never tell when he was being serious or not. But… it really did look like he meant it.
Takumi turned to leave, but glanced back at the doorway. He watched as Eito walked along the far wall, hand against it to guide him.
“If I remember correctly, there is a drill or something here…” Eito reached up with his feather duster, waving it around in the air trying to find it. His aim was slightly off, unsurprisingly, and he was perilously close to hitting his hand, rather than the duster, against the sharp tip.
It was probably fine. The other knew his limits.
Eito’s hand brushed against the tip and he quickly drew it back with a wince. Completely undeterred, however, and now knowing where it was, he dutifully began to clean it.
He thought back to Eito accidentally slicing his fingers during breakfast and carrying on anyway. It… was not fine.
Takumi groaned internally. He couldn't just stand around and watch the other hurt himself. “Hey, uh, actually… My room is kinda messy, and I haven't gotten around to giving it a good clean in a while. It's not super important, so I haven’t bothered with it, but if you have nothing else to do, you can clean it, I guess. If you want to,” he finished lamely.
Eito turned to him, beaming. “Be stuck in a small confined room that stinks of Takumi for however long it takes to clean it? Sounds awful! I'll do it. I'm sure it's in worse condition than you're letting on, knowing your hygiene habits.”
You didn't have to say it like that…
“Yeah, yeah…”
Takumi helped him gather up his cleaning supplies, and they walked together back to his room. He'd meant to keep his room in better shape, he really did. But even before things got really stressful, he… wasn't great about chores. So there was a thin layer of dust covering most things, as well as just a touch of grime.
Hey, could you really blame him? The weight of the world and fate of humanity on his shoulders or not, he was still a teenager.
Eito walked ahead and let himself into Takumi's room without skipping a beat. He was a little too confident about finding his way to Takumi's room without looking for his liking…
While the other boy was getting himself situated, Takumi flopped down onto his bed with a groan.
“What, is Takumi going to stay here while I clean?”
“Well… yeah?”
“Is it because you don't trust me? You would let me join the team and fight by your side, but you wouldn't leave me alone in your room? I didn't realize Takumi was so heartless…” Eito frowned.
Annoyance rippled through him. “Ugh, it's not that! I just… don't want anyone running around my room unattended.”
“Are you worried I'll find the stash of erotic manga hidden under your mattress?” He continued despite Takumi's sputtering. “It's alright, you don't need to worry, I can't see what type they are, so I wouldn't be able to tell what kind of perverted things you're into anyway. Your dirty and questionable kinks are safe with me!”
“Wha- What kind of a person do you think I am?!”
Eito simply smiled at him, before turning away and pulling out a cloth.
Takumi grumbled before making himself comfortable, and grabbing a manga from the shelf next to his bed he'd meant to start reading. He hadn't paid any particularly close attention to his choice in the library, and had just gone with what Gaku recommended which… should have been a glaring indicator it wasn't a normal book.
Which led him to his current predicament: desperately trying to justify why he was staring at Eito’s ass from around his manga.
Sometimes I get strange feelings if I lie on the bed for too long. I'm a guy. It's natural.
The other boy was currently on his hands and knees, facing away, trying to pick up the cleaning supplies he'd managed to knock over while trying to wipe down Takumi's coffee table.
His position was not unlike the maid character in the manga he was currently reading, who was comically clumsy and had somehow managed to trip and land face first, ass-up, while tidying her master's bedroom.
Why was he even reading this crap in the first place, let alone with someone else in the room!
Nevertheless, he valiantly tried to keep reading. Yet his eyes kept drifting away from the page and to Eito's bent, shuffling form.
His earlier annoyance had faded, and in the lull, his guard lowered. It was easy to watch as Eito worked quietly. He was clearly very experienced with the motions, which lined up with what he remembered of the first Eito. Guess that wasn’t a lie. He cleaned with well-practiced efficiency. At times, a small frown graced his features as he fought a particularly stubborn spot, which did nothing to detract from his attractiveness. He looked at the book and then back again.
…Eito would probably look pretty good in a maid outfit, actually. He was without a doubt (objectively speaking) pretty enough for it. Add in his pale skin, thin frame, and height, and, well, it was practically meant to be, really. Objectively speaking.
No, what the hell am I thinking?!
Takumi shook his head to clear his thoughts and brought the manga right to his face to block out Eito. All this really accomplished, however, was that he was now face-to-face with the bumbling maid. In the next panel her long, slender fingers were blindly searching for her glasses. She managed to find them and slid them onto her face before looking innocently up at him. Her shoulder-length hair framed her face perfectly, and her expression was open and trusting. She looked eerily like a certain someone.
Takumi gulped.
It was official. He’d lost his mind. It seemed that the weight of everything he’d gone through and was going to go through had finally broken him and he’d actually gone insane. There was no other way of explaining it.
He knew what it was like to care strongly for other people – after all, Karua and Nozomi meant the world to him. But somehow, how he felt towards Eito was… different. Back in his first 100 days, he’d felt pretty secure in his feelings towards the other boy, and then his betrayal threw everything into disarray. Add in everything that had happened in this second go around, and… things were undoubtedly weird between them now.
Eito was annoying. And a nuisance. He was manipulative and clever, cunning and such a handful, and everything was his fault. Okay, not everything, but a lot of things.
He was also Takumi’s responsibility now. Despite it all, he had allowed Eito to stay. Maybe he had a soft spot for him, or he had well and truly wormed his way into Takumi’s psyche. Whatever the reason, he really just could not stay away.
And that irritated him. And it was definitely the other boy’s fault.
It was important to get the rest of the SDU to tolerate Eito, that’s what the party would hopefully accomplish. But that didn’t mean Takumi couldn’t have a bit of his own fun outside of that. Nothing too crazy, just something that would maybe embarrass him a little. His eyes drifted back to the manga, and an idea began to form in his head.
While he was busy planning, time slowly crept by until it was nearing evening, and Eito's stomach growled loudly. He grimaced and clutched his midsection. “Ah, right… My beautiful ugly friends didn't let me eat breakfast until I finished cleaning, and then I ran into Takumi…”
Takumi cringed. “I'm sorry about them, they'll warm up to you, it'll just… take time.”
“There's no need to apologize, I completely understand. Their trust is something I've thoroughly broken, and it might be impossible to ever earn it back despite my earnest attempts.” He looked mournfully at the ground. “I'm just… so grateful… to have been given the chance to fight by everyone's side again. Even if no one else accepts me…” he turned towards him. “You did, Takumi. Thank you.”
Faced with such a heartfelt confession, he couldn't help but feel awkward even as a blush crept up his cheeks. “I won't lie and say it was an easy decision. But you’re clearly not the same Eito who betrayed us.” The moment was quickly becoming suffocating, so he coughed to clear it. “A-Anyway, the rest of the cleaning can wait until tomorrow. For now, let's go get some dinner, I'm pretty hungry myself.”
Eito brushed his hands off on his pants as he got up and strode to the door. “Even though you didn't do anything but sit in bed and read the whole time I cleaned up your mess?”
He was going to say that he would make sure the others wouldn't kick him out, but he was suddenly feeling way less charitable.
Eito never makes things easy.
The next day, after breakfast, Eito followed Takumi back to his room.
(He made sure Eito got to eat this time)
Eito stood in the middle of the room, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Hmmm… What is left… Oh, how could I forget!” He started to walk towards the bed. “Because a certain someone was busy lounging instead of helping, I couldn't clean this area.”
Takumi hurried to block his way. “No! I mean, uh, I… cleaned it myself. Last night. After dinner.”
Eito leaned around Takumi, and his nose wrinkled as he sniffed the air. Then he wordlessly turned back to face him, looking as thoroughly unconvinced. Then he shrugged. “Alright, you can keep your hentai and whatever sex toys you have stashed away to yourself.”
“I don't have-!” Takumi snapped, but Eito clearly wasn't listening. He sighed and pinched his eyebrows. He was feeling more and more justified in getting back at him a bit.
“I’d rather think that you have a truly abhorrent collection of items you’d rather not have anyone find than believe you are truly so bad at cleaning that you consider that clean. Anyway, I suppose that only leaves the bathroom then.” Eito hummed to himself as he gathered up the supplies from yesterday and strode inside.
Takumi took a deep breath to calm down and focused on the task at hand. He had him right where he wanted him.
“Here, let me help,” he said as he grabbed a cloth Eito had left behind and followed him in.
“You’re awfully eager today, aren’t you, Takumi? Are you hoping I’ll teach you how to properly clean?”
“Not really, I just felt bad after lying around watching you work yesterday. It should go faster if I help, right?” A little white lie never hurt anyone.
“Only when the job is almost done does he feel bad? How magnanimous, our Team Leader is. While I do appreciate the offer, you don’t need to trouble yourself for my sake. Even blind, I can handle this much.”
“No, please, I insist-”
Eito had backed up into the shower, as the small bathroom was rather crowded with two occupants. While walking closer to him, Takumi “tripped” and fell forward. He grabbed onto the shower handle to catch himself, and in doing so, turned it on. It was a little too effective though, as he actually slipped and crashed into Eito.
Eito tried to steady them both, but without being able to see and quickly getting disoriented, they fell together against the wall and down.
“Ow…” Takumi groaned in pain as he held his head. He’d managed to smack it against the wall. The other boy seemed to be okay, other than that his glasses were askew. Overhead, the shower steadily rained water on them, and before long, they were soaked.
“Takumi…” Eito grimaced. “Do you think you could get off of me..? And turn off the shower as well, it would take me a bit to find it on my own…”
“Oh, yeah, of course. Sorry…”
He peeled himself off of Eito and the bathroom floor, and shut off the water. Okay, maybe not quite how he’d envisioned it, but he could still work with this.
Eito’s hair was plastered to his forehead, and water droplets clung to his form. He shakily braced his hand against the shower wall and carefully stood, clearly unsteady.
Like this, he looked… small. And vulnerable. It was hard to believe that this was the same person who had committed so many acts of cruelty, both in this timeline and the last. It was easy to forget just how much malice resided within him. Takumi averted his eyes. “Hang on, let me grab you something you can change into, I can’t let you walk around wearing soaking wet clothes. You can change in here, and I’ll change in my bedroom. I can grab you clothes from your room, or you can, once we’re dry.”
Eito despairingly pulled at his gloves. They were soaked through. “Thank you...”
He did feel a twinge of guilt, but it was too late now. He had to follow through with this. And so he reached under his bed to retrieve the items he'd stashed last night and brought it to the bathroom, and set it down along with a towel.
“Here, it’s next to the sink. Let me know if you need anything else.” With that, he scurried out and shut the door before the other had a chance to protest. With shaking fingers, he quickly changed into some fresh clothes as well, and waited.
And waited.
He had been expecting… Something. Anything. Maybe for Eito to sound confused, and that’s when Takumi would poke fun and then go get him a real change of clothes. Or maybe he’d dry off his own clothes as best as he could and wear those. Instead, silence. If he looked, he could faintly see Eito moving around through the privacy glass, but it felt wrong (more wrong than his trick), so he averted his eyes. He paced back and forth in front of his bed.
Finally, the bathroom door creaked open, and he glanced up.
“Sorry it took me so long, this kind of thing is surprisingly hard to put on without looking.” Eito lightly stepped out, adjusting the lacy black gloves. The long skirt covered most of his legs, and the apron was a bit crooked, but he looked…
Takumi swallowed heavily. “O-Oh, Eito, ah… You…” he croaked.
Eito smirked at him. “What, did you expect me to be embarrassed? Call out and beg for help? Plead with you to let me wear something else? You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Takumi?” He strode closer, the skirt swishing slightly around him as he walked. “It seems you still underestimate the lengths I’d go to, even for my friends.”
The closer he got, the more Takumi backed up, until he bumped against his bed and realized there was nowhere else to go.
Without missing a beat, Eito kept advancing until he was right in front of him. “You know…”
Takumi felt frozen, easily falling backwards to sit on the bed when Eito lightly pushed his chest.
Eito, looking even more attractive than should be possible. He hitched up his skirt and climbed onto Takumi's lap, bracketing his legs with his own. “If you wanted me to wear something like this, all you had to do was ask.” His arms wrapped loosely around Takumi’s shoulders. “There are a lot of things I’ve done that I need to make up for. Even if that means enduring being in close proximity to your putrid breath and slimy skin, for you? I’d do it.”
This… this was not how things were supposed to go..!
“What… what are you doing..?” Takumi spoke haltingly as his brain went haywire.
“Silly Takumi…” Eito ran his hand down the front of his hoodie. “If you wanted to see me in a maid dress, all you had to do was ask~”
Is… Is that what I wanted..?
“Maid dress?”
“I may be blind, but my other faculties are still perfectly intact, if not even more so to make up for my lack of vision. Only an idiot wouldn't be able to differentiate the fabric and feel of a maid dress from regular clothing.”
When you put it like that, Takumi did feel pretty stupid for ever thinking it would work.
What was I thinking..?
He’d told himself this was to humiliate Eito a bit, but… the thought of anyone else seeing him like this made his stomach churn.
Acknowledging the truth of the matter, though, still felt like too much, so he decided he could worry about what it all meant later. Maybe never.
Eito reached up and felt for Takumi’s face, mapping it with his hands before cupping his cheeks. “You really are too nice, Takumi. And stupid. I see why I kept being able to take advantage of you, in the past.”
Takumi felt a flare of anger rising in his chest, bitter and embarrassed at the reminder of Eito’s repeated betrayals. When he opened his mouth to retort, a gloved hand covered it, and the other boy continued.
“Now that we know the truth, and I know better than to trust in what I believed to be my righteous eyes, I want to be different. I want to be better. Even if I still find you all terribly nauseating, I will do whatever it takes to help my friends.” He moved aside his hand and slowly leaned in until his breath was ghosting across Takumi’s lips. “Let me prove myself to you. Let me show you just how strong my desire to be better than who my defect has made me is."
This was... a lot.
Eito's ability to be so earnest and direct, even when lying, had always made him feel strange. It's why he had so thoroughly shut him out, so he wouldn't be taken in again. But it seemed that in letting him back into his life, he had inadvertently opened himself up to Eito's persuasion again.
It hurt. It was scary. It made him feel vulnerable. It resurfaced feelings that had started to grow during their first 100 days until he'd stamped them out completely.
Eito's lips brushed his.
Or- I- I thought I had moved on from back then-
"And then what? You'll betray me? You'll ruin everything again?" Takumi whispered. He'd meant for it to sound accusatory. Instead it came out desperate. Longing for reassurance he could not quite trust himself to believe in.
"Takumi..." Eito breathed out. He stroked his cheeks with his thumbs before reaching up to his own collar and untying the length of ribbon that had been tied into a neat black bow. He easily pulled it free and reached up to feel for Takumi's face again. Takumi didn't protest as Eito wrapped the fabric over his eyes and around his head as a makeshift blindfold.
"I didn't think you could ever forgive me, Takumi. Deep down, I truly hoped that you would, but I did not expect it. I know that, were I in your position, I never would have let me back on the team. At least, the old me wouldn't have. I've learned a lot since forgoing my eyesight. About myself, about the world, about you guys. Your eyes can inform you a great deal about the world, but sometimes, what they see is not the truth." He secured the ribbon and let his hands fall into his lap. "Of course, I'm not saying you should also gouge your eyes out, that would be a terrible idea. But I know you've seen a great deal of me and what I've done and perhaps, you too can find some comfort in looking beyond what you've seen of me and try to experience who I am now, as I have."
Letting Eito monologue was dangerous. Listening to him even more so.
Although… Wasn’t that also how they’d found out the truth..?
Takumi blinked against the darkness. Eito’s words washed over him, trickling into his ears and running down his chest. Grasping at his heart, holding it hostage so gently and lovingly he barely noticed he couldn’t breathe.
Leave it to Eito to upend my plans and make a fool of me, time and time again.
But he had already long made his choice, and there was no going back. Whether he wanted to or not, his hands were already reaching out and feeling for the back of Eito’s head so he could drag him forward into a kiss.
“Takumi… Takumi…” Eito whispered against his lips between kisses, desperately scrabbling at his body to pull them even closer together.
Takumi could feel him shaking. He broke away to ask “are you alright..?”
“Yes… Yes, sorry. It’s just… still a lot for me. You taste a lot like how you smell, and this close, it’s quite potent.”
“We don’t have to do this, you know. I understand you can’t help your disorder. And… If you're only doing this to prove yourself to me…”
Eito leaned over and nipped harshly at his neck. “I’ve put up with worse for less.” Then he lathed the spot with his tongue. “And I want this. If it's with you.” To further emphasize the point, he ground his hips down, eliciting a low groan from them both.
“Fuck, Eito-” Takumi shivered and grabbed onto his arms.
“It’s alright, Takumi. You can relax. Please, let me take care of you.” Eito slipped off one of his gloves before lightly pressing his fingers against Takumi’s lips, who, after a moment, obediently opened them and sucked on his fingers dutifully. The feeling was strange – overly slimy, and his tongue felt rough, similar to that of a cat. It was also so eager, and Eito allowed himself to get lost in that. Finally, he pulled his fingers free and reached behind himself to finger himself open. It was easy enough to reach, as he only had to lift his hips up slightly and pull aside the thin underwear in order to be able to press a finger inside. He’d touched himself like this before- well, technically not, since his memories were fake. But he knew what to do, more-or-less.
Takumi caught onto what was happening and slipped his hands under the skirt to grab his ass. His fingers brushed against the other’s underwear. “Is this- lace?”
“Y-Yes,” Eito’s breath stuttered. “You didn’t notice? It came with the outfit. Matches the gloves.”
He was quickly wishing he wasn't blindfolded so he could see for himself, but for now, his hands would have to do. He became aware of another issue when Eito jolted against him, and let out a small pained whimper.
“S-Sorry, usually this sort of thing is best done with some kind of lubricant.”
“Huh? Oh! Right, sorry- I…” His cheeks warmed up. “Don't have any experience with this kind of thing. But I do have something you can use, one sec.” Takumi wrapped an arm around Eito to keep him steady in his lap as he leaned to the side and reached blindly for his desk drawer, managing to find it without too much difficulty. He pulled out a small, half-empty bottle of lube and handed it over.
Eito uncapped it and poured it generously over his fingers, before reaching around and pressing his fingers back into himself with a sigh. “That’s much better, thank you, Takumi.”
The addition of the lubricant not only made the slide much easier, it also made it much more audible. Takumi felt his blush worsen as he listened to the lewd sounds as Eito worked himself open. He could understand now what the other meant by having your other senses heightened when losing one. It was probably nothing compared to actually losing your sight, but he felt like the sounds were even louder than they would normally be. He slid his own fingers down towards Eito’s entrance. “...May I..?” Takumi may be inexperienced, but it didn’t feel right to leave everything to Eito.
“Of course, go right ahead. But please, do be gentle.”
It sounded like he was smiling when he spoke.
Takumi bit his lip and hesitantly touched where the other’s fingers just had been. He’d never done anything like this before, hadn’t even thought of doing it, but things never went the way he expected when Eito was involved.
It was wet and slippery and a completely different experience from just jerking himself off, but he found he didn’t mind it. Especially when he grew bolder and reached deeper inside, brushing against a spot that made Eito keen and slump against him. He eagerly sought out the same spot until Takumi had him melting against him.
“H-How about instead of your fingers,” Eito gasped, “you use something larger?” He reached down and palmed Takumi over his pants as he spoke.
He choked, and involuntarily bucked his hips upwards. “Y-Yeah… please. I- I want-”
Eito had impressively little trouble undoing Takumi's pants, and without much preamble, pulled out his length.
Takumi squirmed as he was overwhelmed by the different sensations, especially as he couldn’t see what was happening. Eito's bare hand was warm and slightly sticky, while his still gloved one was silky smooth as they rubbed against his length. The lube Eito poured on was cold at first, before it was quickly warmed up by his movements, and it made everything feel even more sensitive. And when Eito lifted his hips to position himself above him, the skirt brushing across his skin was slightly ticklish.
“Takumi… Are you ready? Can I put you inside me?”
“I- I feel like I should be asking you that.” He wrapped his hands around Eito’s waist. “Yeah, go… go ahead.”
Eito lined him up with his entrance and slowly lowered his hips, letting out a long groan as he did.
It was even more intense than he could've imagined. Inside it was so hot and tight and he was scared he was going to cum embarrassingly fast. He squeezed his eyes as tightly shut as he could and bit the inside of his cheek in an effort to ground himself.
“Haaa… Takumi…” Eito sank all the way down, and wasted little time before starting to rock his hips, in small motions at first. “I never believed it was possible that I could ever have sex with a gross, disgusting human. I've never had much interest in sex in general, and I found ways to satisfy myself on my own given I never expected to be able to stomach a partner.”
Takumi's head spun from the whiplash of being momentarily peeved at still being called gross, to a strange, all-consuming feeling in his chest. It reminded him of when Shion was nearby, but this was… different.
Partner?
…Partner…
…does this make us..?
Eito’s hands wound their way into his hair and up the back of his hoodie, nails digging painfully into his skin. Weirdly enough, Takumi found he didn't mind.
He rocked his hips faster, and when Takumi grabbed his hips to help him, he moaned out “yes- just like that-”
The room was stiflingly hot and Takumi desperately wished he'd at least taken off his jacket before things got this far, but now it was all he could do to try and keep himself together.
“Takumi- ah- You, you really are-”
He felt like he was burning alive, unsure whether Eito’s words were a salve or added fuel.
“-even with your hideousness-”
Either way, he was quickly hurtling towards the edge, enveloped by Eito’s suffocating heat. Unable to look, unable to look away.
Eito pulled him into a messy, uncoordinated kiss.
“-the only one-”
Takumi broke apart and cried out embarrassingly loudly as he came, thrusting up into Eito in short, stuttering movements as he did. He was genuinely relieved the other couldn't see him because surely he looked as much a mess as he felt, gasping and shaking.
Eito waited for him to come down from his high before lifting the front of his skirt and peeling one of Takumi’s hands off of his waist. He guided it to his own, still-aching length, and they jerked it together until he came with a small whimper and a sigh.
They sat there, breathily heavily. Takumi reached up and tugged his blindfold free. He blinked rapidly against the blinding overhead light.
He finally got the chance to look at Eito.
His face was pleasantly flushed, and even after all that, his appearance wasn't terribly ruffled. His bangs were sweaty and sticking to his forehead, his glasses were crooked, and his dress was somewhat disheveled, but even so, he looked-
“Beautiful,” Eito whispered.
“Huh?”
Eito smiled softly. “Despite everything my senses keep telling me, you truly are beautiful, Takumi. I'm glad I can see that now.”
Takumi blushed furiously. What was he even supposed to say to that..?
“It’s okay, you don't have to say anything back. I think I understand how you feel well enough.”
Damn mindreader.
“You don't have to say anything you're not ready to. Even if you never do, I will follow you forever, Takumi. Even to the end of the world.”
Okay, now this was getting to be a bit much. Takumi started to gently push him off his lap. “It’s not that I don't appreciate it, but you really don't have to go that far-”
Eito slipped back and onto his feet, and let out a strange, strangled sound.
“What… What is it? Are you okay?”
His brows knit together and he clutched at his chest. “T-Takumi… I let you finish inside me, didn’t I..?”
Takumi winced. That… might’ve been too much. It was a miracle Eito had even been able to stomach going this far together. “Y-Yeah…”
Eito shuddered as he felt it drip down his leg. “I am… going to need to use your shower for a lengthy period of time. In the meantime, I would greatly appreciate it if you could procure me some proper clothing. While I loathe the idea of anyone going into my room, we won't be here for much longer anyway, and if it's you, I believe I can manage. I'm in no state to go fetch anything myself, after all.”
“Right, yeah, I- I can do that.” Takumi quickly scrubbed at himself and the stain on his hoodie with a tissue, praying it wasn't that noticeable, and hurried to the door.
“Oh, and, Takumi-”
Eito caught his arm, and leaned in to whisper into his ear. “And maybe if you do a good job actually cleaning your bed, I will consider wearing this again.”
With that, he disappeared into the bathroom.
Takumi stared after him.
Well, it was about time he did some of his own cleaning.
