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Miyano flipped closed the manga in his hands, climbing off of his bed, and to the bookshelf, ready to grab volume four and keep on reading.
The author had left the third volume off with a dramatic confession scene in the rain ending in a kiss. He knew what happened - one of them passed out due to a fever and then subsequently forgot that he had confessed, leading the other one to become angry over the whole situation and for drama to ensue - he had read through this particular series many times, but that didn’t mean that it made him any less invested in the events.
He was just pulling the manga off of the shelf when there was a knock on his door. “Yoshi-kun?”
“Yeah?”
The door opened, his mom walking into the room. “You don’t have any plans for today, do you?”
He shook his head. “Nothing yet.” It was the third day of spring break. Three days since he had graduated from high school. He had spent the whole of yesterday hanging out with Sasaki, but they hadn’t made any plans to do anything yet today.
“Great!” She clasped her hands together. “Then why don’t you come shopping with me.”
“Sure. What are you getting?”
She hummed. “I need to run a few errands, but then I thought that it might be nice to get you some new clothes for the start of school.”
Clothes shopping with his mom? It didn’t exactly sound like the most fun of activities to him, but it would be nice to spend the time with her.
He nodded, putting the manga back on the shelf, standing. “Okay.”
She gave him a warm smile. “Be ready in a few minutes then.” She left the room, closing the door behind her.
He quickly put on some better clothes for going outside. It had been a while since he had done something like this with his mom. He was old enough that he could pick out his own clothes. But, she had always liked doing these sorts of thing, so it would be a nice time.
When he was ready, he walked out into the living room where his mom was just kissing his dad goodbye.
It wasn’t until he started to date Sasaki that he really began to appreciate their relationship. Their affection had once been embarrassing to witness, but now it really wasn’t. They loved each other and didn’t hesitate to show it. He wanted his own relationship to be exactly like that, lasting just as many years.
He made his way to the door first, slipping on a pair of shoes. It wasn’t long before his mom joined him, his dad calling as they made their way outside to have fun and be safe.
They made their way to the train station, getting on the train that would take them to the mall, keeping up a hum of conversation the whole time about what they were doing as well as the rest of Miyano’s plans for the remainder of the break.
It wasn’t long before they were finishing up the errands and his mom was dragging him into a clothing store. It wasn’t necessarily a place that he would have gone to himself, but she seemed sure of herself as they walked in.
“I definitely want to get you a few new shirts,” she said, leading him over to a shirt rack, starting to look through it.
She pulled a blue striped button-up off the rack, holding it up against him, before shaking her head. “Not quite.”
He was ready to resign himself to his fate for the next hour or so of standing there while she went through a similar process to find things for him. As much as it was a tedious process, he appreciated the time she was taking to do this - and, he begrudgingly had to admit - she did oftentimes pick things out for him that he wound up wearing a lot.
She took a gray long sleeved shirt off the rack, holding it up to him, laying it down over his chest, humming consideringly. “Keep that one.”
“Okay.” He took it, folding it over his arm to hold on to.
It wasn’t long before he had quite the collection of shirts that he was going to have to try on. She was still going though, having moved on to another rack.
He looked down at what he was holding. “Maybe we should move on to something else.”
She hummed. “Just a couple more.” She pulled a light blue short-sleeved shirt off, once again holding it up to him.
He was going to be trying on clothes forever, wasn’t he?
He let his gaze wander as she kept going through the rack, looking through the shop window, blinking in surprise.
It was Sasaki, walking past the shop along with his sister and his sister’s boyfriend.
What was he doing there? What were the chances that they would just so happen to be at the same place at the same time?
He looked to be in the middle of a conversation with his sister, but, as if he could sense his eyes on him, he stopped walking, looking curiously toward him, eyes locking onto him, immediately breaking out into a wide smile.
He couldn’t help it as he smiled back, lifting up his free arm in wave.
Sasaki said something to his sister, pointing in his direction. She looked toward him, also quickly offering a small smile and a friendly wave, before Sasaki began walking toward the store.
It was no time at all before he was walking up to him. “Mya-chan! How’s it going? You doing some clothes shopping?”
He nodded. It was unexpected to see him, but that only made his chest all the warmer. “Yeah, for the new school year.”
Before he could say anything else, his mom walked over, now holding a gray striped shirt. “Oh, Sasaki-san, what a coincidence. Are you here shopping too?”
He shook his head. “My sister asked me and her boyfriend to come shopping with her, but I saw Mya-chan, so I told them I’d catch up with them later.”
“Well, you certainly have good timing.” She held the shirt she was holding up against Miyano’s chest. “What do you think of this shirt? I saw it, but I’m still not entirely sure about it.”
Sasaki looked at him, his expression turning very serious as he considered it.
This had all been a pretty mundane experience before, so why was embarrassment creeping up through his chest? His mom picking out clothes for him had been pretty par for the course, but now, asking his boyfriend’s opinion on it was suddenly mortifying.
“I think it would look good layered with a jacket. There’s a black one that he has that would go.”
Her eyes lit up. “Oh, you’re right. That would look good.” She handed him the shirt. “Yoshi-kun, hold on to that one too.”
He added it to the pile, fighting back the heat that was rising in his cheeks. Sasaki paid enough attention to his wardrobe to immediately be able to come up with an outfit idea for him? How deep was that knowledge? He himself knew some of Sasaki’s clothes, but he wasn’t sure he would be able to come up with an outfit idea like that with what he knew.
While he was thinking, his mom had led Sasaki over to look at more clothes with her, both of them talking adamantly about which things would look good on him.
It was good that they got along so well, but even so, why did this have to be happening like this?
- - -
It was a little while later. Miyano had mostly just resigned himself to standing there holding things while his mom and Sasaki picked things out for him to try on. It wasn’t like he disliked anything that they picked, so he was fine with that part.
After his arms were too full of clothes and they had apparently decided that it was enough, Sasaki had grabbed half of them for him and had walked with him to the dressing room while his mom waited outside.
Sasaki hung what he had up, instantly starting to go through it, pulling out a shirt and pants, humming to himself. “I think these would look good together.”
Miyano set down the clothes he was carrying. “You’re having a lot of fun with this, aren’t you?”
“I like being able to dress you up.” He gave a playful grin.
Miyano’s face started to heat up. It was just clothes, so why did it make him feel like this to hear that? “Okay, well, I’ll try it on.” He pushed lightly on his shoulder toward the door of the changing room.
“What? I don’t get to stay?” His tone was flirty.
Miyano’s heart was hammering in his chest, his face somehow growing warmer. The implication of that was… Why was he always so good at flustering him? He let out a groan. “Shuumei-san…”
He was grinning at him like he was finding all of this infinitely entertaining. “Yoshikazu.”
At the sound of his name, he looked down at his feet, butterflies in his stomach. It was just his name, but whenever it came out of Sasaki’s mouth, for some reason, it felt different. It sounded so nice to his ear. Like something unbelievably warm and intimate.
All of a sudden, Sasaki’s hand was on his cheek, guiding his face up. “You’re adorable, you know that?”
How could he say all of that with a straight face? Even so, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed hearing it. It made him want to hear it again. It made him want to say it back - to let him know that the thought was mutual. It made him want to wrap his arms around him and hold him close.
It made him want to kiss him.
He stood up on his tiptoes, leaning up toward him, not hesitating as he lightly pressed their lips together. They were so warm and soft. So infinitely pleasant against his own.
Sasaki immediately returned the kiss, lightly wrapping one arm around him, the other staying where it was on his cheek. His touch was always so tender and gentle, treating him so delicately, like he was something precious.
His whole body was pleasantly warm, light tingles radiating out over his skin from anywhere there was contact.
Despite his wants, he didn’t let the kiss linger for very long, pulling away, and instead leaning down, pressing his forehead against his collarbone. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted right then, but it was still nice. “You can’t just say things like that.”
Sasaki laughed. “Why not? It’s true.”
“Because it makes me want to kiss you, but my mom’s waiting for us outside.”
Sasaki wrapped both arms around him, squeezing him once while pressing a gentle kiss against the top of his head, his warm breath tousling his hair. “I guess you’re right. We should probably hurry up.” He pulled away, his touch lingering for a few seconds longer than it needed to. There was a slight trace of blush on his cheeks.
He was already missing the feeling of his arms wrapped around him, but he didn’t let himself dwell on it for too long. He still had a lot of clothes to try on, after all. “I’ll show you when I’m done changing.”
“Right. But, next time let me help you.”
“Huh? Help me change?”
“Yep. I think that’d be even more fun.” He winked, and before Miyano could even react, he was walking out of the changing room.
Miyano brought his his arm up, pressing his wrist against his forehead, the sound of laughter filling the small room, at the same time filling it with something so light and bright.
A smile tugged at his lips.
Even more fun?
Just being with him was plenty fun already.