Beauty and the Geek (ch. 10)
Title: Beauty and the Geek
Chapter: 10/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Genre: AU, high school, humor, angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM kissing, homophobia, loads of swearing, anal sex, alcohol/drugs,
Summary: Everyone thought Suzuki Akira was the luckiest guy in the world.
Except Akira himself.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything.
Comment: Short chapter, but it's more of a "filler" to get you worked up for more, and because I need some drama in this. Um. Yeah...
Akira winced as he opened his eyes, the sharp sunlight nearly blinding him, and he pulled the covers over his head. Wait. Covers?
He ripped the duvet off and threw it on the ground, staring at his naked body in shock. Why the hell was he not wearing any clothes? And why was he still in Kouyou's house? He was planning to have a few drinks, politely excuse himself and go home before anything happened. He tried to remember when he had gone to bed, but it was all just a jumble of memories he couldn't piece together. The last thing he remembered was sitting on the couch next to Takanori, drinking.
Takanori. Where was he? Had he somehow managed to sneak home last night? Akira knew he wouldn't get any answers just by lying in bed all day, so he got up and picked his clothes up from the floor, putting them on slowly. He groaned as his head throbbed with pain, and made his way downstairs and to the kitchen, surprised to find that the house was more or less clean already.
“Good morning, sleepy head.” Akira turned to see Kouyou smiling at him, handing him a glass of water and a pill. “Aspirin. I assume you have a really bad headache.”
“Thanks.” Akira slipped the painkiller into his mouth and downed the water, giving the empty glass back to Kouyou. “What time is it?”
“Nearly three pm. We let you sleep, figured you needed it.”
“'We'?”
“Yeah, Yuu stayed behind to help me clean. I need the house to be spotless by the time my parents are home, you know that. We're nearly done.”
“Hey, Kou...” Akira scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed that he couldn't remember much from the night. “Why did I wake up in your guest room? Naked?”
Kouyou laughed and patted Akira's back soothingly. “I carried you to bed when you got a little too sloshed. You complained about being warm, so I helped you undress, nothing more.”
“Fuck, you better not have touched my dick.” Akira smiled, glad that Kouyou still took care of him, that their friendship was still solid enough that they could joke around like they used to.
“Fuck no, that's gay. I'll leave that job to your boyfriend.”
Akira tensed at the mention of Takanori. “Where is he?”
“He left earlier. I think he passed out on the couch or something.”
“Oh.”
Yuu entered the room with a crooked grin and a tray of empty beer bottles, raising an eyebrow at Akira. “You wouldn't actually let him touch your dick, would you?”
“No way. Not if he grew a vagina on the spot.” Kouyou and Yuu started laughing, but Akira cringed. He still didn't feel quite comfortable with this whole situation. “By the way, where's my phone?”
“In the kitchen. Come on, let's go get you something to eat.”
Breakfast consisted of cold pizza and leftovers from the previous day, but it tasted like heaven to Akira. When he thought about it, he didn't eat a proper dinner yesterday, so the food was more than welcome. The three friends sat by the kitchen table, chatting and laughing and eating until it was already five o'clock, and Akira excused himself, saying that he had to go home. He grabbed his phone, double-checked that his bus card was still in his pocket, and left.
“Poor Aki,” Kouyou said, locking the door and turning around to lean against the frame. “I feel bad for lying to him.”
“It's for his own good. Do you want to tell him he ended up having sex with Takanori? Because you slipped drugs in his beer, might I add?”
“Shut up, Yuu. I didn't do it on purpose.”
“Whatever. Did you get the number?”
Kouyou grinned and pulled out his cell phone, waving it in the air. “I have Matsumoto's number saved on my phone. Oh, and I deleted a text Akira got this morning.”
“Takanori texted him?”
“Yep. Said he was sorry and hoped Akira didn't regret it, and something about him liking it very much. Whatever. I didn't bother reading it all.”
Yuu laughed and shook his head. “Poor, pathetic little guy. Doesn't he know Akira never texts his one night stands back?”
Kouyou chuckled and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. “Now all we need to do is plan the final details, and we'll be ready tomorrow.”
“It will feel so good to finally get back at that faggot.”
“You said it.”
~
Akira arrived home by some miracle, with nothing more than a slight headache and a little nausea. He managed not to trip and fall down the stairs, pressing the doorhandle, slightly annoyed at finding it locked. He rang the doorbell twice before banging loudly on the door, wincing as the sound hit his eardrums, making his head throb. “It's me, I'm home!” he yelled, hoping either of his parents was home to hear him.
He sighed in relief when he heard the door being unlocked, stiffening as the door opened to reveal both of his parents standing just inside, his mother with her arms crossed over her chest. “You promised you would be home yesterday.”
Akira bowed deeply. “I'm sorry, I got a little more drunk than I thought I would and crashed at Kouyou's. He took good care of me, though. I'm okay, I even got breakfast.” He tried to sneak past them and inside, but his fathers arm on his shoulder stopped him, and he swallowed thickly, turning his head to meet his father's disapproving gaze.
“Did you do something stupid? Take any drugs? Fuck anyone?”
“No, father. I promise, I just had one too many beers.”
“Fine.” He let go of his shoulder, Akira bowing multiple times before heading upstairs as quickly as he could. He locked himself in his room and crashed on his bed, closing his eyes and resting his head on the pillow.
He couldn't escape the thought that there was something he had forgotten. He had a strange feeling that something had happened, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what. Something must have happened during the party, but Akira couldn't remember it. In fact, he couldn't remember much after his third beer. He knew he didn't drink much, but he wasn't usually that out of it after only a couple beers. Somehow, he must have gotten sloshed, because he couldn't remember shit from yesterday, and it bothered him.
He woke up a couple hours later to a loud knocking on his door, then his mother's voice from the other side of the wood. “Please wake up, dinner is ready.” Akira grunted and got up, rubbing his eyes as he yawned, realising he must have fallen asleep while trying to remember what had happened. He went to open the door, squinting at his mother, who averted her gaze immediately. He didn't say anything about the dark bruise on her cheekbone. He didn't have the energy.
~
Takanori lay on his futon, the side of his face buried in his pillow. He remained in the same position he had been in since he came home on Saturday. He had refused to answer his mother's concerned questions, assuring her again and again that she didn't have to worry, that nothing dangerous had happened, before retreating to his room. Now it was Sunday evening, and he had only moved from the bed to eat and go to the toilet, otherwise staying in the same position, simply staring at his phone.
Regret and guilt washed over him, and he pushed it away, like he had been doing for the past twenty-four hours. It wasn't like he had expected Akira to suddenly turn gay, either. Hoped, maybe, but not expected. He wasn't that stupid. And yet he didn't avert his eyes from his phone, hoping against hope that maybe, Akira would text him back. It wasn't a big deal. They had fucked, Takanori had texted him, Akira hadn't replied yet. It wasn't a big deal, so why was he so anxious about it?
Takanori heaved a deep sigh. It was a big deal. He had never had sex before. Akira was his first boyfriend and his first fuck, and even if that meant nothing to Akira, it held some value to Takanori. Not necessarily because he was head over heels in love with Akira, but because at least it was decent to text someone back after you fucked them. Maybe he was stupid to think that Akira, the school's playboy, would text him back. Akira only ever had one night stands, so Takanori was deluding himself to think it was something more, but the least he expected was a text.
Takanori shook his head, trying desperately to stop thinking. His thoughts were going in circles, and he didn't like the conclusion. If he was going to be completely honest with himself, on some level, he did care. Akira had taken his virginity and that had to mean something. The least he could do was answer the goddamn message.
Takanori groaned and fisted his sheets tightly. He should have said no, should have told Akira to just jerk off and go to sleep. He should never have let it go too far. Akira was probably regretting it, wanting to forget the entire incident happened, if he even remembered it in the first place.
The number one rule was to never get involved with a straight or bi-curious man. Takanori knew that. He knew it well and that was why he internally cursed himself for what he had done. Playing Akira's boyfriend was one thing, there were no actual feelings involved, but having sex with him? That was something entirely different. Takanori wasn't like Akira. He couldn't just fuck someone he didn't have any feelings for. He didn't want to have that kind of intimacy with just anyone, which made it that harder to swallow that he had said yes to Akira. Some part of him wanted to believe it had been the alcohol making him agree, but deep down, he knew it was more than that.
Don't fall for someone who's straight. That was the number one rule, the principle Takanori had decided he would never break, for the sake of his own safety and health, and he had gone ahead and broken it. No, he wasn't in love with Akira, but even so, Akira was hot. He was hot, he could be nice when he wanted to, and he was pretty much Takanori's type. All that added up to the fact that they had sex, and Takanori's staring contest with his phone made sense. He just wanted a reply from Akira, some sign that he wasn't absolutely disgusted by what had happened. Was that too much to ask for?
Takanori nearly jumped from the bed as his phone buzzed, the screen lighting up. He took a deep breath and lifted his phone to his face, only to be utterly disappointed when he didn't recognise the number. Akira's number was saved on his phone. This wasn't Akira. He let out an annoyed huff, but went to check the message anyway.
29/03, 18:51
Hey, Matsumoto. It's Kouyou here. Just felt like I should tell you something before I let this go too far. I didn't mean to hear you guys on Friday, but you were really loud.
Takanori blushed furiously, one hand coming up to cover his mouth. No way. Kouyou knew that they had sex? Nevermind that, how the hell did he have Takanori's number?
I know what happened. I can't say I like you, but you don't deserve to have your heart crushed, so I felt like you need to know. Akira doesn't love you. He doesn't have feelings for you at all, he detests you and thinks you're disgusting. If I know him right, he was just hard and used the closest means of relief, which happened to be you. I'm sorry man, I don't know how to break it to you, but Akira's just trying to get you to fall for him. He doesn't give two shits about you. He kept laughing all morning yesterday about how pathetic you are, how you're probably all giddy because you had sex and hoping it will become something more. Don't let him break your heart.
Takanori nearly hurled his phone at the wall, but he knew his mother wouldn't be able to pay for a new one. In stead, he set it next to him on the floor and rolled over, burying his face in his hands. Warm tears flowed steadily down his face, soaking the pillow beneath him as he tried not to cry loudly.
Okay, so maybe he did have some feelings for Akira, after all.
~
Akira really hated Mondays. At least his hangover had passed and his parents weren't too pissed at him. He had called Kouyou and asked him how it went with his parents, and he had cheerily replied that they hadn't found anything wrong with the house, and they were just happy that he had fun. Akira called him a lucky bastard and hung up, checked over some of his homework, and gone to sleep.
He was going to take the rest of the year seriously. No more skipping classes just because they were boring. No more flunking on a test he could have passed just because he didn't read. He only had a couple months left and he could be out of there, moving on to a different school, but that was only going to happen if he graduated, and therefore he was determined to pass all his classes.
He paid attention during the first two lessons, doing all the tasks assigned with strong determination. He was surprised to find that he even understood some of the things the teacher wrote on the whiteboard during maths, and he silently thanked Takanori.
The bell rang, signalling that it was time for lunch break, and Akira headed to the cafeteria, surprised that Takanori didn't meet him on the way to follow him. He ate his food and talked to a couple of his friends, discussing a new game that was coming out soon with Yuu and Kouyou, and they agreed to have a marathon together some time after the release.
He didn't notice until the lunch break was over that he didn't see Takanori anywhere. It was strange, Takanori had always been there during lunch breaks to take advantage of their agreement and see how uncomfortable he could make him. It wasn't like Akira missed him, it was just that it seemed out of place, and now he was curious about where Takanori might be.
He was headed back to his class when he spotted Takanori a little further ahead in the hallway. “Takanori!” He called out to his back, surprised when Takanori started walking faster. “Hey, wait up!” He ran to catch up to Takanori, but he didn't slow down his pace, the two of them nearly sprinting down the hallway in a race. Akira was faster, however, and eventually caught up, grabbing Takanori's arm and holding him back, turning him so he would face him.
“Hey, I didn't see you all day.” Takanori was staring at a point on the wall behind Akira, avoiding eye contact. “Takanori?” Takanori's mouth pressed into a thin line, and he continued staring ahead. He didn't try to run away, but he didn't meet Akira's gaze or otherwise acknowledge his presence. “Hey, talk to me, what's wrong?”
“You want to know what's wrong, Suzuki?” Akira took a step back, surprised at the sheer hatred evident in Takanori's voice. It was the first time he had heard Takanori sounding genuinely furious, and he was shocked silent. “I think you know very well.”
“I have no idea what you're talking about. Did something happen?”
Takanori turned to meet Akira's gaze, and Akira winced, regretting having spoken. Takanori looked positively murderous, and Akira wanted to turn around and run. “Yeah, something happened. You fucking betrayed me, that's what happened!” Takanori took a deep breath to stop himself from screaming, taking a step forward, Akira taking one backwards to keep him at a safe distance.
“What's wrong, Suzuki? I'll tell you what's wrong. You're fucking playing me, that's what's wrong.”
Akira could feel his throat clench. Oh god, how did Takanori find out? Did Yuu or Kouyou tell him? He opened his mouth, about to explain how that was a lie he had come up with to avoid getting the shit beat out of him when Takanori grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling Akira close.
“Think it's fun, Suzuki? Playing around with faggots? I have feelings, you know. I'm not some fucking test. I'm not your little experiment. I'm not your whore, and I am certainly not just a one night stand for you to get off, so you can shove that idea up your ass.”
“Wait, what?” What did Takanori mean? One night stand?
“Oh my god, I don't believe you.” Letting go of Akira's shirt, Takanori brushed his hand through his hair, a look of utter disbelief flashing on his face before his expression warped back to pure malice. “You can't just fuck me to play with my feelings, Suzuki!”
“I have no idea what you're-”
Akira didn't finish that sentence, because Takanori planted his fist right in his face, making Akira retaliate and hold his jaw, groaning in pain. “No, fuck you, Suzuki! I'm done with your little games. I know sex doesn't mean anything to you, but you took my fucking virginity!” Takanori's voice was starting to tremble, and he ignored the tear that trailed from the corner of his eye down his cheek. “Oh, and you should know, the only reason why I even bothered with this whole charade to begin with was because I wanted to get back at Yuu and Kouyou. I was using you to make them uncomfortable, to make them suffer as they watched you kiss me, seeing their best friend slowly get turned, but I guess the joke's on me now.”
Akira stared, dumbfounded, his mouth half open as his brain desperately tried to process the words. He and Takanori had sex? What?
“You dumb fucker, don't just stand there and gape at me.” Takanori kicked Akira in the shin, making him double over in pain, and Takanori kneed him in the stomach. “Fucking leave me alone. I hate you!”
Akira could only watch in confusion as Takanori ran away from the school, a steady stream of tears falling from his face.
“What?”
A/N: Poor Aki is so confused he can't make heads or tails out of anything right now -pats him- As a side note, please don't kill me.
Chapter: 10/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Genre: AU, high school, humor, angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM kissing, homophobia, loads of swearing, anal sex, alcohol/drugs,
Summary: Everyone thought Suzuki Akira was the luckiest guy in the world.
Except Akira himself.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything.
Comment: Short chapter, but it's more of a "filler" to get you worked up for more, and because I need some drama in this. Um. Yeah...
Akira winced as he opened his eyes, the sharp sunlight nearly blinding him, and he pulled the covers over his head. Wait. Covers?
He ripped the duvet off and threw it on the ground, staring at his naked body in shock. Why the hell was he not wearing any clothes? And why was he still in Kouyou's house? He was planning to have a few drinks, politely excuse himself and go home before anything happened. He tried to remember when he had gone to bed, but it was all just a jumble of memories he couldn't piece together. The last thing he remembered was sitting on the couch next to Takanori, drinking.
Takanori. Where was he? Had he somehow managed to sneak home last night? Akira knew he wouldn't get any answers just by lying in bed all day, so he got up and picked his clothes up from the floor, putting them on slowly. He groaned as his head throbbed with pain, and made his way downstairs and to the kitchen, surprised to find that the house was more or less clean already.
“Good morning, sleepy head.” Akira turned to see Kouyou smiling at him, handing him a glass of water and a pill. “Aspirin. I assume you have a really bad headache.”
“Thanks.” Akira slipped the painkiller into his mouth and downed the water, giving the empty glass back to Kouyou. “What time is it?”
“Nearly three pm. We let you sleep, figured you needed it.”
“'We'?”
“Yeah, Yuu stayed behind to help me clean. I need the house to be spotless by the time my parents are home, you know that. We're nearly done.”
“Hey, Kou...” Akira scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed that he couldn't remember much from the night. “Why did I wake up in your guest room? Naked?”
Kouyou laughed and patted Akira's back soothingly. “I carried you to bed when you got a little too sloshed. You complained about being warm, so I helped you undress, nothing more.”
“Fuck, you better not have touched my dick.” Akira smiled, glad that Kouyou still took care of him, that their friendship was still solid enough that they could joke around like they used to.
“Fuck no, that's gay. I'll leave that job to your boyfriend.”
Akira tensed at the mention of Takanori. “Where is he?”
“He left earlier. I think he passed out on the couch or something.”
“Oh.”
Yuu entered the room with a crooked grin and a tray of empty beer bottles, raising an eyebrow at Akira. “You wouldn't actually let him touch your dick, would you?”
“No way. Not if he grew a vagina on the spot.” Kouyou and Yuu started laughing, but Akira cringed. He still didn't feel quite comfortable with this whole situation. “By the way, where's my phone?”
“In the kitchen. Come on, let's go get you something to eat.”
Breakfast consisted of cold pizza and leftovers from the previous day, but it tasted like heaven to Akira. When he thought about it, he didn't eat a proper dinner yesterday, so the food was more than welcome. The three friends sat by the kitchen table, chatting and laughing and eating until it was already five o'clock, and Akira excused himself, saying that he had to go home. He grabbed his phone, double-checked that his bus card was still in his pocket, and left.
“Poor Aki,” Kouyou said, locking the door and turning around to lean against the frame. “I feel bad for lying to him.”
“It's for his own good. Do you want to tell him he ended up having sex with Takanori? Because you slipped drugs in his beer, might I add?”
“Shut up, Yuu. I didn't do it on purpose.”
“Whatever. Did you get the number?”
Kouyou grinned and pulled out his cell phone, waving it in the air. “I have Matsumoto's number saved on my phone. Oh, and I deleted a text Akira got this morning.”
“Takanori texted him?”
“Yep. Said he was sorry and hoped Akira didn't regret it, and something about him liking it very much. Whatever. I didn't bother reading it all.”
Yuu laughed and shook his head. “Poor, pathetic little guy. Doesn't he know Akira never texts his one night stands back?”
Kouyou chuckled and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. “Now all we need to do is plan the final details, and we'll be ready tomorrow.”
“It will feel so good to finally get back at that faggot.”
“You said it.”
~
Akira arrived home by some miracle, with nothing more than a slight headache and a little nausea. He managed not to trip and fall down the stairs, pressing the doorhandle, slightly annoyed at finding it locked. He rang the doorbell twice before banging loudly on the door, wincing as the sound hit his eardrums, making his head throb. “It's me, I'm home!” he yelled, hoping either of his parents was home to hear him.
He sighed in relief when he heard the door being unlocked, stiffening as the door opened to reveal both of his parents standing just inside, his mother with her arms crossed over her chest. “You promised you would be home yesterday.”
Akira bowed deeply. “I'm sorry, I got a little more drunk than I thought I would and crashed at Kouyou's. He took good care of me, though. I'm okay, I even got breakfast.” He tried to sneak past them and inside, but his fathers arm on his shoulder stopped him, and he swallowed thickly, turning his head to meet his father's disapproving gaze.
“Did you do something stupid? Take any drugs? Fuck anyone?”
“No, father. I promise, I just had one too many beers.”
“Fine.” He let go of his shoulder, Akira bowing multiple times before heading upstairs as quickly as he could. He locked himself in his room and crashed on his bed, closing his eyes and resting his head on the pillow.
He couldn't escape the thought that there was something he had forgotten. He had a strange feeling that something had happened, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what. Something must have happened during the party, but Akira couldn't remember it. In fact, he couldn't remember much after his third beer. He knew he didn't drink much, but he wasn't usually that out of it after only a couple beers. Somehow, he must have gotten sloshed, because he couldn't remember shit from yesterday, and it bothered him.
He woke up a couple hours later to a loud knocking on his door, then his mother's voice from the other side of the wood. “Please wake up, dinner is ready.” Akira grunted and got up, rubbing his eyes as he yawned, realising he must have fallen asleep while trying to remember what had happened. He went to open the door, squinting at his mother, who averted her gaze immediately. He didn't say anything about the dark bruise on her cheekbone. He didn't have the energy.
~
Takanori lay on his futon, the side of his face buried in his pillow. He remained in the same position he had been in since he came home on Saturday. He had refused to answer his mother's concerned questions, assuring her again and again that she didn't have to worry, that nothing dangerous had happened, before retreating to his room. Now it was Sunday evening, and he had only moved from the bed to eat and go to the toilet, otherwise staying in the same position, simply staring at his phone.
Regret and guilt washed over him, and he pushed it away, like he had been doing for the past twenty-four hours. It wasn't like he had expected Akira to suddenly turn gay, either. Hoped, maybe, but not expected. He wasn't that stupid. And yet he didn't avert his eyes from his phone, hoping against hope that maybe, Akira would text him back. It wasn't a big deal. They had fucked, Takanori had texted him, Akira hadn't replied yet. It wasn't a big deal, so why was he so anxious about it?
Takanori heaved a deep sigh. It was a big deal. He had never had sex before. Akira was his first boyfriend and his first fuck, and even if that meant nothing to Akira, it held some value to Takanori. Not necessarily because he was head over heels in love with Akira, but because at least it was decent to text someone back after you fucked them. Maybe he was stupid to think that Akira, the school's playboy, would text him back. Akira only ever had one night stands, so Takanori was deluding himself to think it was something more, but the least he expected was a text.
Takanori shook his head, trying desperately to stop thinking. His thoughts were going in circles, and he didn't like the conclusion. If he was going to be completely honest with himself, on some level, he did care. Akira had taken his virginity and that had to mean something. The least he could do was answer the goddamn message.
Takanori groaned and fisted his sheets tightly. He should have said no, should have told Akira to just jerk off and go to sleep. He should never have let it go too far. Akira was probably regretting it, wanting to forget the entire incident happened, if he even remembered it in the first place.
The number one rule was to never get involved with a straight or bi-curious man. Takanori knew that. He knew it well and that was why he internally cursed himself for what he had done. Playing Akira's boyfriend was one thing, there were no actual feelings involved, but having sex with him? That was something entirely different. Takanori wasn't like Akira. He couldn't just fuck someone he didn't have any feelings for. He didn't want to have that kind of intimacy with just anyone, which made it that harder to swallow that he had said yes to Akira. Some part of him wanted to believe it had been the alcohol making him agree, but deep down, he knew it was more than that.
Don't fall for someone who's straight. That was the number one rule, the principle Takanori had decided he would never break, for the sake of his own safety and health, and he had gone ahead and broken it. No, he wasn't in love with Akira, but even so, Akira was hot. He was hot, he could be nice when he wanted to, and he was pretty much Takanori's type. All that added up to the fact that they had sex, and Takanori's staring contest with his phone made sense. He just wanted a reply from Akira, some sign that he wasn't absolutely disgusted by what had happened. Was that too much to ask for?
Takanori nearly jumped from the bed as his phone buzzed, the screen lighting up. He took a deep breath and lifted his phone to his face, only to be utterly disappointed when he didn't recognise the number. Akira's number was saved on his phone. This wasn't Akira. He let out an annoyed huff, but went to check the message anyway.
29/03, 18:51
Hey, Matsumoto. It's Kouyou here. Just felt like I should tell you something before I let this go too far. I didn't mean to hear you guys on Friday, but you were really loud.
Takanori blushed furiously, one hand coming up to cover his mouth. No way. Kouyou knew that they had sex? Nevermind that, how the hell did he have Takanori's number?
I know what happened. I can't say I like you, but you don't deserve to have your heart crushed, so I felt like you need to know. Akira doesn't love you. He doesn't have feelings for you at all, he detests you and thinks you're disgusting. If I know him right, he was just hard and used the closest means of relief, which happened to be you. I'm sorry man, I don't know how to break it to you, but Akira's just trying to get you to fall for him. He doesn't give two shits about you. He kept laughing all morning yesterday about how pathetic you are, how you're probably all giddy because you had sex and hoping it will become something more. Don't let him break your heart.
Takanori nearly hurled his phone at the wall, but he knew his mother wouldn't be able to pay for a new one. In stead, he set it next to him on the floor and rolled over, burying his face in his hands. Warm tears flowed steadily down his face, soaking the pillow beneath him as he tried not to cry loudly.
Okay, so maybe he did have some feelings for Akira, after all.
~
Akira really hated Mondays. At least his hangover had passed and his parents weren't too pissed at him. He had called Kouyou and asked him how it went with his parents, and he had cheerily replied that they hadn't found anything wrong with the house, and they were just happy that he had fun. Akira called him a lucky bastard and hung up, checked over some of his homework, and gone to sleep.
He was going to take the rest of the year seriously. No more skipping classes just because they were boring. No more flunking on a test he could have passed just because he didn't read. He only had a couple months left and he could be out of there, moving on to a different school, but that was only going to happen if he graduated, and therefore he was determined to pass all his classes.
He paid attention during the first two lessons, doing all the tasks assigned with strong determination. He was surprised to find that he even understood some of the things the teacher wrote on the whiteboard during maths, and he silently thanked Takanori.
The bell rang, signalling that it was time for lunch break, and Akira headed to the cafeteria, surprised that Takanori didn't meet him on the way to follow him. He ate his food and talked to a couple of his friends, discussing a new game that was coming out soon with Yuu and Kouyou, and they agreed to have a marathon together some time after the release.
He didn't notice until the lunch break was over that he didn't see Takanori anywhere. It was strange, Takanori had always been there during lunch breaks to take advantage of their agreement and see how uncomfortable he could make him. It wasn't like Akira missed him, it was just that it seemed out of place, and now he was curious about where Takanori might be.
He was headed back to his class when he spotted Takanori a little further ahead in the hallway. “Takanori!” He called out to his back, surprised when Takanori started walking faster. “Hey, wait up!” He ran to catch up to Takanori, but he didn't slow down his pace, the two of them nearly sprinting down the hallway in a race. Akira was faster, however, and eventually caught up, grabbing Takanori's arm and holding him back, turning him so he would face him.
“Hey, I didn't see you all day.” Takanori was staring at a point on the wall behind Akira, avoiding eye contact. “Takanori?” Takanori's mouth pressed into a thin line, and he continued staring ahead. He didn't try to run away, but he didn't meet Akira's gaze or otherwise acknowledge his presence. “Hey, talk to me, what's wrong?”
“You want to know what's wrong, Suzuki?” Akira took a step back, surprised at the sheer hatred evident in Takanori's voice. It was the first time he had heard Takanori sounding genuinely furious, and he was shocked silent. “I think you know very well.”
“I have no idea what you're talking about. Did something happen?”
Takanori turned to meet Akira's gaze, and Akira winced, regretting having spoken. Takanori looked positively murderous, and Akira wanted to turn around and run. “Yeah, something happened. You fucking betrayed me, that's what happened!” Takanori took a deep breath to stop himself from screaming, taking a step forward, Akira taking one backwards to keep him at a safe distance.
“What's wrong, Suzuki? I'll tell you what's wrong. You're fucking playing me, that's what's wrong.”
Akira could feel his throat clench. Oh god, how did Takanori find out? Did Yuu or Kouyou tell him? He opened his mouth, about to explain how that was a lie he had come up with to avoid getting the shit beat out of him when Takanori grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling Akira close.
“Think it's fun, Suzuki? Playing around with faggots? I have feelings, you know. I'm not some fucking test. I'm not your little experiment. I'm not your whore, and I am certainly not just a one night stand for you to get off, so you can shove that idea up your ass.”
“Wait, what?” What did Takanori mean? One night stand?
“Oh my god, I don't believe you.” Letting go of Akira's shirt, Takanori brushed his hand through his hair, a look of utter disbelief flashing on his face before his expression warped back to pure malice. “You can't just fuck me to play with my feelings, Suzuki!”
“I have no idea what you're-”
Akira didn't finish that sentence, because Takanori planted his fist right in his face, making Akira retaliate and hold his jaw, groaning in pain. “No, fuck you, Suzuki! I'm done with your little games. I know sex doesn't mean anything to you, but you took my fucking virginity!” Takanori's voice was starting to tremble, and he ignored the tear that trailed from the corner of his eye down his cheek. “Oh, and you should know, the only reason why I even bothered with this whole charade to begin with was because I wanted to get back at Yuu and Kouyou. I was using you to make them uncomfortable, to make them suffer as they watched you kiss me, seeing their best friend slowly get turned, but I guess the joke's on me now.”
Akira stared, dumbfounded, his mouth half open as his brain desperately tried to process the words. He and Takanori had sex? What?
“You dumb fucker, don't just stand there and gape at me.” Takanori kicked Akira in the shin, making him double over in pain, and Takanori kneed him in the stomach. “Fucking leave me alone. I hate you!”
Akira could only watch in confusion as Takanori ran away from the school, a steady stream of tears falling from his face.
“What?”
A/N: Poor Aki is so confused he can't make heads or tails out of anything right now -pats him- As a side note, please don't kill me.