[Oneshot] Unnamed Feelings
Title: Unnamed Feelings
Author: Annie
Pairing: Kento x Fuma, Fuma x OC
Genre: Romance, Angst, with my normal Fluff kind of mixed in.... xD
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fuma steals Kento's girlfriend without realizing it's Kento he truly loves. He couldn't help himself from falling in love with his best friend. But by the time he realizes, it's too late.
A/N: OH GOSH my first NC-17 fic..... *scared* (and my first fumaken and first sexy zone fanfic.. ^^;;) LOL but it's not even between the two of them... okay, well I guess they kinda get naked together... but really, reading the meaning behind "rouge" and "Teleportation", I couldn't ignore the feeling of the tension between the two of them. Hopefully it's not too poorly written... I'll be grateful for any advice! xD Please don't read this if you find it offensive!
Fuma couldn’t stop.
His lips trailed kisses down her neck, down her chest, breathing in her erotic perfume, as his hands held her wrists down against the bed, their fingers intertwined. He felt her body writhing under his touch, her legs wrapped around his waist. She moaned as Fuma’s hands slipped down from her fingers and squeezed her breasts, fondling them roughly, his lips sucking on one of her tender nipples.
A shudder of pleasure ran through her naked body.
She arched her back to meet his lips as he traveled lower and lower, his hands now rubbing circles in her smooth, milky thighs, spreading them wider. Her legs thrashed beneath his grip as he stroked and sucked on her wet center. He moaned against her core, his hands digging into her thighs. She threw her head back and screamed his name, gripping the pale white sheets on the bed, her heels pressing down hard into the mattress. But just as one last breathless gasp escaped from her rouge lips, Fuma cupped her face in his hands and began licking and sucking at her lower lip.
She smiled.
Fuma pressed his body against hers, so naked, so warm, as her soft hands slid between them and began to stroke his erection. His arms tightened around her as her hands began to move faster and faster.
He closed his eyes, knowing what would happen next.
Fuma couldn’t stop.
But he knew this was so wrong.
On the bedside table, a low vibration caught his attention, the pale glow of her cell phone alerting them of an incoming call.
Kento…
The name flashed across both of their minds. A forgotten boyfriend; a betrayed best friend. Fuma shut his eyes, unable to suppress the guilt tearing at his conscience.
Kento…
~
A year had passed. It had been a year since Fuma had slept with the girl who had been Kento’s girlfriend at the time. It had been a year since Kento had smiled at him, a year since Kento had been his best friend.
But he wasn’t his friend anymore.
Because of this, for the past year, Fuma had been dying on the inside.
When she and Kento had been dating, Fuma’s heart had been weighed down heavily by jealousy. Automatically assuming it was because he had fallen in love with the girl, Fuma had mistakenly directed all his anger and hatred towards Kento. He fought with him, glared at him, and even forced himself to stop talking to him, just so that he could steal her away from him. But it was only after Kento had found out about the affair, after Kento began to glare back at him, did Fuma realize.
It wasn’t the girl he had been yearning for.
It was Kento.
It was Kento’s voice that echoed in his mind, Kento’s face that filled his thoughts, Kento’s touch that invaded his dreams. Even when the aching pain of guilt began to gnaw at Fuma’s throbbing heart, only the image of Kento’s perfect smile managed to bring a weak smile to his own lips.
He didn’t know why. He didn’t know how.
But this longing, this desire to see his best friend’s smile…
Is this… love?
The three-worded question replayed itself relentlessly in his mind. Fuma couldn’t bear to admit it. He didn’t want to admit it. All he wanted was to be friends with Kento again… or maybe… even more.
There had to be a way to earn Kento’s forgiveness. He just… he just had to keep trying.
With a determined nod, Fuma decided he had to try once more. He couldn’t just lose Kento like this. Not after all the years they had spent together.
Unable to stop himself, Fuma felt his legs running, carrying him down the familiar streets. The darkness of the night surrounded him, with only the faint glimmer of the stars above him guiding his way. He panted heavily as his feet pounded against the pavement, mirroring the rampant beating of his clenched heart.
It was now or never.
He needed Kento back.
Fuma summoned the last reserves of his courage as he walked up the final steps to the front door of Kento’s house. But before he even had the chance to knock, the door opened. Behind it, Kento glared at him, with the same hatred that Fuma had once used against him.
“What are you doing here?”
The question was curt and as emotionless as the expression on Kento’s face.
Fuma sighed. “Let me in?”
Kento narrowed his eyes. “No.”
He motioned to shut the door again, but Fuma stopped him, jamming his foot in the doorway. “Kento, please?”
“Why?”
Fuma’s eyes lowered; his voice nearly a whisper. “I just… I want to talk to you. Please?”
Hesitance.
Their gazes met; Fuma’s shining with worry, Kento’s dark with distrust.
Without voicing an answer, Kento slowly reopened the door, giving in to Fuma’s plea.
“Thank you,” Fuma murmured, stepping inside gratefully.
But as soon as Fuma had sat down on the living room couch, Kento questioned impatiently, “So what is it you want to talk about?”
Fuma replied softly, “I think you know…” His eyes followed his friend’s departing figure as Kento walked into the kitchen.
“What do you want from me?” Kento yelled back, his voice demanding.
“I…” Fuma stopped, unable to think of a proper response. Sighing, he leaned back gently against the cushions. “Kento… I’m really, really sorry for what I did… Can’t you please forgive me?”
“You’ve asked that before,” Kento shouted back his answer, obviously exasperated by Fuma’s presence. The sound of the refrigerator door slamming shut and the clinking of glass echoed in the silence that followed.
Another minute passed. Fuma couldn’t take it. He hated that he was the one who ruined their friendship. He hated the fact that he couldn’t even talk to Kento anymore without being glared at. He hated what they had become.
Taking one last deep breath, Fuma turned around to face the direction of Kento’s voice as he cried out, “Please, Kento! I-I love you-”
His words were cut off by the breaking of glass. Kento was standing right behind him, his eyes widened in shock. The cup of water he had brought over to offer to Fuma now lay in pieces, shattered on the floor.
It was too sudden.
Forcing himself out of his stunned daze, Kento collapsed to his knees to hurriedly collect the glass. “W-What is wrong with you?” He stammered, unable to hide the tremor in his voice.
Ignoring his question, Fuma quickly rushed to the kitchen to grab the trash can before bending down by Kento’s side.
“G-Get away from me!” Kento tried to shove Fuma aside, but the younger boy merely shook his head.
“You’re not hurt, are you?” he asked quietly, pulling Kento’s hands into his own.
“N-No, but d-don’t…”
“Are you sure? You’re all soaked with water…”
“I-I’m fine…” Kento was amazed by how Fuma seemed to forget what had made Kento drop the glass in the first place.
“You should go change your clothes; I’ll clean this up,” Fuma insisted, turning his attention to the bits of glass scattered across the floor.
“F-Fuma…” Kento looked to his friend, his gaze softened. “But what you said…”
“Just go,” Fuma muttered, refusing to look back at him.
Kento nodded slowly, standing to his feet and walking up the stairs to his room. One last look back… he then turned away.
In the living room below, Fuma sighed, throwing the last fragments of glass into the trash before burying his head in his hands. Things couldn’t have gone any worse. He wasn’t even sure if he loved Kento… was he? Then why did he say that he did? Kento’s look of complete surprise and disbelief flashed before his eyes and his heart tightened against his chest. His groan of frustration resonated in the silence.
Everything had gone wrong.
His despairing thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of running water coming from the upstairs bathroom. Kento was taking a shower. Without a second thought, Fuma impulsively raced up the stairs, stopping himself right in front of the bathroom door. He just wanted to see Kento… to make sure he was all right. Slowly, he reached for the door handle. His fingers wrapping around the cold metal, turning it ever so gently, in hopes of avoiding notice.
The faint silhouette of Kento’s unclothed body could be seen through the translucent shower curtain. Cautiously, Fuma took a step forward, only to trip over Kento’s discarded clothing that had been haphazardly tossed onto the floor. He caught himself before he could fall, but not before he had caught Kento’s attention.
“Is someone there?” The older boy’s voice called out warily. But then he remembered there was only one other person in his house… “F-Fuma?”
Fuma winced, realizing how stupid he had been to follow Kento into the bathroom. What was he thinking?
Oh wait.
He wasn’t thinking.
“Fuma, i-is that you?” Kento asked quietly, his voice wavering now.
There was only one thing Fuma could do. He couldn’t bear to turn back. The next thing he knew, he was standing, naked, beside the shower. He gulped as he pulled back the curtain in one swift motion and stepped inside. He tried to keep his breath steady as he wrapped his arms around Kento’s bare waist from behind, the older boy’s body frozen with shock. Gently, he rested his head on the back of his friend’s shoulder.
“I-I’m sorry… I love you…” He murmured, the words slipping from his lips before he could think to stop them.
“Fu…”
But Kento couldn’t even finish saying his name. He was breathless from fear. Fear of what was happening. This wasn’t like Fuma.
It was as if Fuma’s body was no longer under his control.
“Please… can’t you just… can’t you just forget her? Can’t you forgive me?” Fuma begged, releasing Kento’s waist so that he could turn Kento around to face him.
He pressed their bodies even closer, trapping Kento against the wall. It was only then he remembered the water was still running. The flowing warmth had matted his hair; he shivered as drops of water trickled down his face and dripped from his chin. In the steamy, humid air, he could feel their breaths colliding. Kento’s lips were so close. All he had to do was lean forward, just a little. He just tilted his head ever so slightly, closing his eyes…
And for a second, they kissed.
But Kento pushed him away almost instantly, finally recovering from his paralysis. “N-No…” Kento stammered, his mind in a frenzied haze. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.
Unable to even look at Fuma any longer, he rushed out of the bathroom, hastily tying a towel around his waist where Fuma’s hands had so gently touched him mere moments before.
And then, he was gone.
Fuma collapsed against the wall, sinking to the cold, wet ground.
What would he do now?
He closed his eyes, knowing what would happen next.
He would have to apologize; he would have to take it all back. Fuma sighed heavily, his chest weighed down with the fear of having to face Kento now. Slowly, he pulled himself off the floor and dressed himself back into his clothes that he had sprawled across the ground.
His footsteps seemed to echo as he crossed the hall, standing before the door to Kento’s room. He lowered his head, both shame and guilt darkening his gaze. Holding back his breath, Fuma knocked softly on the door, praying for an answer.
Receiving none, Fuma hesitated, unsure of how to go on. Taking a deep breath, he remembered what he had told himself before.
It was now or never.
He needed Kento back.
Fuma decided to take a chance. Tightening his grip around the door handle, Fuma slowly opened the door. As he stepped inside, he almost smiled, realizing the dimly lit bedroom appeared messier than he remembered. The only light in the room came from the streetlights shining in from the window, interrupting the darkness of the night. Fuma bit his lip as he saw Kento’s lone figure sitting along the opposite edge of the bed, now fully clothed, with his back facing to him.
“I’m sorry,” Fuma murmured once more.
Again, no answer.
Fuma breath turned shallow, as he tried to think of something more to say. “I’m sorry, Kento, I shouldn’t have forced myself onto y-”
“Fuma, just stop.”
Kento’s voice sounded more weary than angry.
“Just… go away…” He breathed, still not even bothering to turn around.
Fuma’s chest tightened. Was this really the end…?
“I-I can’t…” He fought back, his mind in denial. “I… I lov-”
“Don’t say that!” Kento shouted, covering his ears with his hands as if to block away Fuma’s words.
Fuma felt the pain stabbing at his heart, but he didn’t care anymore. He rushed over to Kento’s bedside and sat down beside his best friend, grasping onto his friend’s shaking hands and pulling them away from his ears.
Kento turned his face away, shutting his eyes. He didn’t want to see Fuma.
One last sigh.
Fuma let go. His arms dropped limply to his sides. His gaze lowered.
The stillness hung dangerously between them. For what seemed like hours, neither spoke. But as time passed, the comfort of each other’s presence slowly began to emerge, just as it always did, back when they were actually friends. For a brief second, Kento almost smiled. It was then he broke the silence.
“Fuma…” he whispered softly, cherishing the familiar feeling of his friend’s name on his lips. “I just don’t understand… I guess you never realized how much I truly loved her. I would’ve done anything for her, given up anything to be with her. I would've teleported through any walls just to be by her side, but... I still can’t believe that on the nights we couldn't meet... while I was gone... you... I trusted you...” Kento gaze suddenly hardened as his anger rekindled. “You betrayed me. You made it so that her love only existed in my imagination. You stole the girl I loved away from me. And yet… How can you say you love me?”
Fuma shuddered, ashamed of his own mistakes. “Kento, it’s not what it seems…” he mumbled, lifting his gaze to finally meet Kento’s. Lowering his voice to a whisper, Fuma confessed, “I just can’t stop loving you… I’ve always loved you. No matter how long it’s been, in my eyes, I only see you… There has never been any competition… But I just… I didn’t realize it until it was too late. That night, when I took her from you… I hadn’t yet realized you were the one I truly wanted the most. You were the one stuck in my mind… but I was just too dumb to see it. P-Please, forgive me…”
Kento averted his eyes, his mind unable to accept what Fuma had said. It was just happening too fast. “I…” He made the motion to stand up, but Fuma pulled him back.
“K-Kento, don't go…” he pleaded, wrapping his arms around Kento’s waist, just like before. The feeling of Fuma’s touch caused an involuntary flutter in Kento’s beating heart. “Just let me hold you… just a little longer is enough…” Fuma murmured into the darkness.
Kento nodded softly as he closed his eyes, his lips curving into a smile as he rested his head gently on Fuma’s shoulder.
“Just a little longer,” he whispered back.
Author: Annie
Pairing: Kento x Fuma, Fuma x OC
Genre: Romance, Angst, with my normal Fluff kind of mixed in.... xD
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fuma steals Kento's girlfriend without realizing it's Kento he truly loves. He couldn't help himself from falling in love with his best friend. But by the time he realizes, it's too late.
A/N: OH GOSH my first NC-17 fic..... *scared* (and my first fumaken and first sexy zone fanfic.. ^^;;) LOL but it's not even between the two of them... okay, well I guess they kinda get naked together... but really, reading the meaning behind "rouge" and "Teleportation", I couldn't ignore the feeling of the tension between the two of them. Hopefully it's not too poorly written... I'll be grateful for any advice! xD Please don't read this if you find it offensive!
Fuma couldn’t stop.
His lips trailed kisses down her neck, down her chest, breathing in her erotic perfume, as his hands held her wrists down against the bed, their fingers intertwined. He felt her body writhing under his touch, her legs wrapped around his waist. She moaned as Fuma’s hands slipped down from her fingers and squeezed her breasts, fondling them roughly, his lips sucking on one of her tender nipples.
A shudder of pleasure ran through her naked body.
She arched her back to meet his lips as he traveled lower and lower, his hands now rubbing circles in her smooth, milky thighs, spreading them wider. Her legs thrashed beneath his grip as he stroked and sucked on her wet center. He moaned against her core, his hands digging into her thighs. She threw her head back and screamed his name, gripping the pale white sheets on the bed, her heels pressing down hard into the mattress. But just as one last breathless gasp escaped from her rouge lips, Fuma cupped her face in his hands and began licking and sucking at her lower lip.
She smiled.
Fuma pressed his body against hers, so naked, so warm, as her soft hands slid between them and began to stroke his erection. His arms tightened around her as her hands began to move faster and faster.
He closed his eyes, knowing what would happen next.
Fuma couldn’t stop.
But he knew this was so wrong.
On the bedside table, a low vibration caught his attention, the pale glow of her cell phone alerting them of an incoming call.
Kento…
The name flashed across both of their minds. A forgotten boyfriend; a betrayed best friend. Fuma shut his eyes, unable to suppress the guilt tearing at his conscience.
Kento…
~
A year had passed. It had been a year since Fuma had slept with the girl who had been Kento’s girlfriend at the time. It had been a year since Kento had smiled at him, a year since Kento had been his best friend.
But he wasn’t his friend anymore.
Because of this, for the past year, Fuma had been dying on the inside.
When she and Kento had been dating, Fuma’s heart had been weighed down heavily by jealousy. Automatically assuming it was because he had fallen in love with the girl, Fuma had mistakenly directed all his anger and hatred towards Kento. He fought with him, glared at him, and even forced himself to stop talking to him, just so that he could steal her away from him. But it was only after Kento had found out about the affair, after Kento began to glare back at him, did Fuma realize.
It wasn’t the girl he had been yearning for.
It was Kento.
It was Kento’s voice that echoed in his mind, Kento’s face that filled his thoughts, Kento’s touch that invaded his dreams. Even when the aching pain of guilt began to gnaw at Fuma’s throbbing heart, only the image of Kento’s perfect smile managed to bring a weak smile to his own lips.
He didn’t know why. He didn’t know how.
But this longing, this desire to see his best friend’s smile…
Is this… love?
The three-worded question replayed itself relentlessly in his mind. Fuma couldn’t bear to admit it. He didn’t want to admit it. All he wanted was to be friends with Kento again… or maybe… even more.
There had to be a way to earn Kento’s forgiveness. He just… he just had to keep trying.
With a determined nod, Fuma decided he had to try once more. He couldn’t just lose Kento like this. Not after all the years they had spent together.
Unable to stop himself, Fuma felt his legs running, carrying him down the familiar streets. The darkness of the night surrounded him, with only the faint glimmer of the stars above him guiding his way. He panted heavily as his feet pounded against the pavement, mirroring the rampant beating of his clenched heart.
It was now or never.
He needed Kento back.
Fuma summoned the last reserves of his courage as he walked up the final steps to the front door of Kento’s house. But before he even had the chance to knock, the door opened. Behind it, Kento glared at him, with the same hatred that Fuma had once used against him.
“What are you doing here?”
The question was curt and as emotionless as the expression on Kento’s face.
Fuma sighed. “Let me in?”
Kento narrowed his eyes. “No.”
He motioned to shut the door again, but Fuma stopped him, jamming his foot in the doorway. “Kento, please?”
“Why?”
Fuma’s eyes lowered; his voice nearly a whisper. “I just… I want to talk to you. Please?”
Hesitance.
Their gazes met; Fuma’s shining with worry, Kento’s dark with distrust.
Without voicing an answer, Kento slowly reopened the door, giving in to Fuma’s plea.
“Thank you,” Fuma murmured, stepping inside gratefully.
But as soon as Fuma had sat down on the living room couch, Kento questioned impatiently, “So what is it you want to talk about?”
Fuma replied softly, “I think you know…” His eyes followed his friend’s departing figure as Kento walked into the kitchen.
“What do you want from me?” Kento yelled back, his voice demanding.
“I…” Fuma stopped, unable to think of a proper response. Sighing, he leaned back gently against the cushions. “Kento… I’m really, really sorry for what I did… Can’t you please forgive me?”
“You’ve asked that before,” Kento shouted back his answer, obviously exasperated by Fuma’s presence. The sound of the refrigerator door slamming shut and the clinking of glass echoed in the silence that followed.
Another minute passed. Fuma couldn’t take it. He hated that he was the one who ruined their friendship. He hated the fact that he couldn’t even talk to Kento anymore without being glared at. He hated what they had become.
Taking one last deep breath, Fuma turned around to face the direction of Kento’s voice as he cried out, “Please, Kento! I-I love you-”
His words were cut off by the breaking of glass. Kento was standing right behind him, his eyes widened in shock. The cup of water he had brought over to offer to Fuma now lay in pieces, shattered on the floor.
It was too sudden.
Forcing himself out of his stunned daze, Kento collapsed to his knees to hurriedly collect the glass. “W-What is wrong with you?” He stammered, unable to hide the tremor in his voice.
Ignoring his question, Fuma quickly rushed to the kitchen to grab the trash can before bending down by Kento’s side.
“G-Get away from me!” Kento tried to shove Fuma aside, but the younger boy merely shook his head.
“You’re not hurt, are you?” he asked quietly, pulling Kento’s hands into his own.
“N-No, but d-don’t…”
“Are you sure? You’re all soaked with water…”
“I-I’m fine…” Kento was amazed by how Fuma seemed to forget what had made Kento drop the glass in the first place.
“You should go change your clothes; I’ll clean this up,” Fuma insisted, turning his attention to the bits of glass scattered across the floor.
“F-Fuma…” Kento looked to his friend, his gaze softened. “But what you said…”
“Just go,” Fuma muttered, refusing to look back at him.
Kento nodded slowly, standing to his feet and walking up the stairs to his room. One last look back… he then turned away.
In the living room below, Fuma sighed, throwing the last fragments of glass into the trash before burying his head in his hands. Things couldn’t have gone any worse. He wasn’t even sure if he loved Kento… was he? Then why did he say that he did? Kento’s look of complete surprise and disbelief flashed before his eyes and his heart tightened against his chest. His groan of frustration resonated in the silence.
Everything had gone wrong.
His despairing thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of running water coming from the upstairs bathroom. Kento was taking a shower. Without a second thought, Fuma impulsively raced up the stairs, stopping himself right in front of the bathroom door. He just wanted to see Kento… to make sure he was all right. Slowly, he reached for the door handle. His fingers wrapping around the cold metal, turning it ever so gently, in hopes of avoiding notice.
The faint silhouette of Kento’s unclothed body could be seen through the translucent shower curtain. Cautiously, Fuma took a step forward, only to trip over Kento’s discarded clothing that had been haphazardly tossed onto the floor. He caught himself before he could fall, but not before he had caught Kento’s attention.
“Is someone there?” The older boy’s voice called out warily. But then he remembered there was only one other person in his house… “F-Fuma?”
Fuma winced, realizing how stupid he had been to follow Kento into the bathroom. What was he thinking?
Oh wait.
He wasn’t thinking.
“Fuma, i-is that you?” Kento asked quietly, his voice wavering now.
There was only one thing Fuma could do. He couldn’t bear to turn back. The next thing he knew, he was standing, naked, beside the shower. He gulped as he pulled back the curtain in one swift motion and stepped inside. He tried to keep his breath steady as he wrapped his arms around Kento’s bare waist from behind, the older boy’s body frozen with shock. Gently, he rested his head on the back of his friend’s shoulder.
“I-I’m sorry… I love you…” He murmured, the words slipping from his lips before he could think to stop them.
“Fu…”
But Kento couldn’t even finish saying his name. He was breathless from fear. Fear of what was happening. This wasn’t like Fuma.
It was as if Fuma’s body was no longer under his control.
“Please… can’t you just… can’t you just forget her? Can’t you forgive me?” Fuma begged, releasing Kento’s waist so that he could turn Kento around to face him.
He pressed their bodies even closer, trapping Kento against the wall. It was only then he remembered the water was still running. The flowing warmth had matted his hair; he shivered as drops of water trickled down his face and dripped from his chin. In the steamy, humid air, he could feel their breaths colliding. Kento’s lips were so close. All he had to do was lean forward, just a little. He just tilted his head ever so slightly, closing his eyes…
And for a second, they kissed.
But Kento pushed him away almost instantly, finally recovering from his paralysis. “N-No…” Kento stammered, his mind in a frenzied haze. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.
Unable to even look at Fuma any longer, he rushed out of the bathroom, hastily tying a towel around his waist where Fuma’s hands had so gently touched him mere moments before.
And then, he was gone.
Fuma collapsed against the wall, sinking to the cold, wet ground.
What would he do now?
He closed his eyes, knowing what would happen next.
He would have to apologize; he would have to take it all back. Fuma sighed heavily, his chest weighed down with the fear of having to face Kento now. Slowly, he pulled himself off the floor and dressed himself back into his clothes that he had sprawled across the ground.
His footsteps seemed to echo as he crossed the hall, standing before the door to Kento’s room. He lowered his head, both shame and guilt darkening his gaze. Holding back his breath, Fuma knocked softly on the door, praying for an answer.
Receiving none, Fuma hesitated, unsure of how to go on. Taking a deep breath, he remembered what he had told himself before.
It was now or never.
He needed Kento back.
Fuma decided to take a chance. Tightening his grip around the door handle, Fuma slowly opened the door. As he stepped inside, he almost smiled, realizing the dimly lit bedroom appeared messier than he remembered. The only light in the room came from the streetlights shining in from the window, interrupting the darkness of the night. Fuma bit his lip as he saw Kento’s lone figure sitting along the opposite edge of the bed, now fully clothed, with his back facing to him.
“I’m sorry,” Fuma murmured once more.
Again, no answer.
Fuma breath turned shallow, as he tried to think of something more to say. “I’m sorry, Kento, I shouldn’t have forced myself onto y-”
“Fuma, just stop.”
Kento’s voice sounded more weary than angry.
“Just… go away…” He breathed, still not even bothering to turn around.
Fuma’s chest tightened. Was this really the end…?
“I-I can’t…” He fought back, his mind in denial. “I… I lov-”
“Don’t say that!” Kento shouted, covering his ears with his hands as if to block away Fuma’s words.
Fuma felt the pain stabbing at his heart, but he didn’t care anymore. He rushed over to Kento’s bedside and sat down beside his best friend, grasping onto his friend’s shaking hands and pulling them away from his ears.
Kento turned his face away, shutting his eyes. He didn’t want to see Fuma.
One last sigh.
Fuma let go. His arms dropped limply to his sides. His gaze lowered.
The stillness hung dangerously between them. For what seemed like hours, neither spoke. But as time passed, the comfort of each other’s presence slowly began to emerge, just as it always did, back when they were actually friends. For a brief second, Kento almost smiled. It was then he broke the silence.
“Fuma…” he whispered softly, cherishing the familiar feeling of his friend’s name on his lips. “I just don’t understand… I guess you never realized how much I truly loved her. I would’ve done anything for her, given up anything to be with her. I would've teleported through any walls just to be by her side, but... I still can’t believe that on the nights we couldn't meet... while I was gone... you... I trusted you...” Kento gaze suddenly hardened as his anger rekindled. “You betrayed me. You made it so that her love only existed in my imagination. You stole the girl I loved away from me. And yet… How can you say you love me?”
Fuma shuddered, ashamed of his own mistakes. “Kento, it’s not what it seems…” he mumbled, lifting his gaze to finally meet Kento’s. Lowering his voice to a whisper, Fuma confessed, “I just can’t stop loving you… I’ve always loved you. No matter how long it’s been, in my eyes, I only see you… There has never been any competition… But I just… I didn’t realize it until it was too late. That night, when I took her from you… I hadn’t yet realized you were the one I truly wanted the most. You were the one stuck in my mind… but I was just too dumb to see it. P-Please, forgive me…”
Kento averted his eyes, his mind unable to accept what Fuma had said. It was just happening too fast. “I…” He made the motion to stand up, but Fuma pulled him back.
“K-Kento, don't go…” he pleaded, wrapping his arms around Kento’s waist, just like before. The feeling of Fuma’s touch caused an involuntary flutter in Kento’s beating heart. “Just let me hold you… just a little longer is enough…” Fuma murmured into the darkness.
Kento nodded softly as he closed his eyes, his lips curving into a smile as he rested his head gently on Fuma’s shoulder.
“Just a little longer,” he whispered back.