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Touya and Keigo walked side by side as the last bell echoed faintly behind them. The hallways had already started to swell with noise, filled with students heading to club activities, lingering around, or rushing out like the two of them usually did.
At the shoe lockers, a few of Touya's friends waved and called out goodbyes. One reached over to ruffle his hair, only to get smacked away with a scowl.
“Fuck off, don’t touch my hair, asshole,” Touya snapped, swatting their hand.
They just laughed and ran off, amused as always.
Keigo popped open his locker with a lazy grin, pulling out his sneakers. He glanced at Maria nearby, her long nails clicking against her phone screen, and smirked.
“Your blonde looks great today, Maria,” he said with mock sincerity.
Maria rolled her eyes, unimpressed but smiling anyway. “That’s such a last-season compliment, Takami,” she said, slipping her heels off. “Do better if you wanna flirt.”
Keigo laughed, his voice light, not even trying to deny it.
Touya shot Keigo a flat glare, kicking the locker shut a little harder than necessary. “Asshole. If you wanna flirt, do better. You look awful.” He ran a hand through his hair, as if recovering from the earlier ambush by his friend.
Keigo gave him a mock-offended look, the corner of his mouth twitching. “It’s a compliment. Learn some basic human skills, Todoroki,” he said, sliding his sneakers on without a rush.
He stood up, brushed imaginary dust off his pants, and strutted ahead.
“I'm learning just fine,” Touya muttered as he caught up, "until you came around and ruined the curve.”
He shoved Keigo’s shoulder hard enough to make him stumble a step, lips twitching at the reaction.
Keigo grinned and shoved him back with equal force, his bag swinging behind him. “You’ve been emotionally stunted since birth. Don’t blame me for that.”
Their voices echoed down the hallway as they kept walking, jostling each other like kids with too much energy.
They kept at it all the way to the front gate, sniping insults between shoves. Other students glanced their way, used to the routine. It looked like a fight, felt like a game, but neither of them ever pulled away first.
“So,” Touya said casually, his voice just loud enough to carry, “wanna fuck when we get back?” His hands were in his pockets, walking like he hadn't just dropped that out of nowhere.
Keigo nearly tripped over his own feet and shoved him hard in the arm. “Fuck, can you say it any louder, Touya? Jesus.”
He glanced around in panic, already spotting a couple of girls smirking from a distance. His ears turned a little red.
“What?” Touya shrugged, utterly unbothered. “It’s not like they didn’t know already.” He stretched his arms behind his head, looking lazy, bored, and way too smug for Keigo’s sanity.
“They didn’t know for sure, you asshole,” Keigo hissed, pulling at Touya’s hoodie to drag him slightly off the walkway. “And why the fuck are you saying it now? We’re barely past the damn school gate.”
Touya rolled his eyes with an annoyed grunt. “Because I’ve been fucking horny since this morning. It’s their fault,” he muttered, flicking his chin toward the group of girls ahead.
They were laughing, chatting, walking just a bit too slow for his liking.
Keigo blinked and tilted his head. “What? Since when do you give a shit about gossiping girls?” He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out if Touya was being serious or just talking shit.
“It’s not that, fuckface,” Touya muttered, clearly annoyed. “It’s their skirts. Can’t you see them getting shorter every week? What the hell are the teachers doing? Do they even have a dress code or what?”
“So you’re horny because the girls' skirts are getting shorter? And not because it was best fucking me?” Keigo asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice half teasing, half insulted as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.
Touya scoffed. “Well, your ass is damn loose already, so I don’t really feel… fuck, that’s fucking hurt, you asshole!” he snapped mid-sentence, doubling slightly to clutch his shin where Keigo had just kicked him hard.
“Serves you right!” Keigo said with zero remorse, face pulled into a scowl as he kept walking. His bag bounced against his hip, and he didn’t even look at Touya, clearly pissed.
“Fuck, okay, I’m sorry,” Touya muttered, limping slightly but still following. “God, you’re so damn sensitive lately. Did you turn into a girl after all this time or something?” His voice had that lazy drawl, but he was watching Keigo’s reaction out of the corner of his eye.
“Say whatever you want. I’m out today,” Keigo muttered, his voice tight as he picked up the pace, walking a few steps ahead without turning back.
His bag bounced off his back as his hair caught the sun, making it shine too golden for how annoyed he looked.
“Wait, fuck, I’m sorry. I’m just joking!” Touya called after him, catching up quickly. “Your ass is the best in the damn world, alright?” he added.
“Yeah right,” Keigo snapped, not even looking at him. “Says the guy who’s never fucked another ass in his life.” His words were sharp but his jaw was tight, and Touya caught the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Without thinking, Touya reached out and grabbed Keigo’s wrist, making him stop dead on the sidewalk. “Oh come on. Now what? I said I’m sorry, okay? Can’t you take a joke?” His voice lowered, eyes narrowing a bit, not used to Keigo actually staying mad.
Keigo looked away, lips pursed. “I don’t know. Maybe,” he muttered, tone softening like he hated saying it out loud. He didn’t pull away though, fingers twitching slightly under Touya’s hold.
Touya let out a long breath. “What do I have to do to make it up to you? I’ll do anything,” he said, hand still gripping his lightly.
Keigo turned back with a grin starting to form, all too quick to bounce back. “Anything, you said?” he asked sweetly, eyes glinting like he already knew the answer and the punishment.
“Fuck. I know I’m in trouble,” Touya muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “But yeah. Anything.”
Turned out Keigo’s definition of anything was raiding the nearest konbini like he hadn’t eaten in a week. He dumped armfuls of snacks and instant ramen on the counter while Touya stood behind him groaning.
“Did you not eat at all? No, wait, I saw you. You ate two bowls of rice at lunch. Are you pregnant, Keigo?” Touya grumbled as he pulled out his wallet, already regretting everything.
“Yeah, with your baby. Now pay up,” Keigo shot back, not even blinking as he stacked another pack of chips on the pile. The girl at the register tried not to laugh, but a soft giggle slipped out anyway.
Touya slapped a few crumpled bills on the counter after the cashier finished scanning the mountain of snacks. Just as she reached for the last cup noodles, he grinned slowly, devilishly, and grabbed a small box off the side display.
“Scan these too,” he said, casually tossing a box of condoms and a small bottle of lube onto the counter.
The cashier paused, looked at him for a second, then at Keigo, before silently scanning them both.
Keigo turned red instantly, head snapping toward Touya with wide eyes. “What the fuck are you doing, asshole?” he hissed.
Touya leaned in slightly, voice low and infuriatingly calm. “Well, I’m afraid I might’ve really knocked you up. Just taking precautions for next time,” he said with a shit-eating grin, eyes glinting with mock concern.
Keigo shoved his shoulder hard, nearly knocking the lube off the counter. “I’m so gonna kill you, Touya,” he muttered through gritted teeth, ears still burning as the cashier finished bagging the items with the bare minimum eye contact.
They walked side by side, heading back toward Touya’s house, each with a half-melted ice cream bar in hand. Keigo licked the corner of his before it dripped, while Touya bit straight into his like a savage, unbothered by the cold on his teeth.
“Mom! I’m home,” Touya called lazily as he kicked off his shoes at the genkan, one landing sideways against the wall.
Keigo stepped in behind him, careful not to step on it as he followed with a cheerful tone.
“Auntie, I’m here too,” Keigo called out, already bending down to neatly fix both his own shoes and Touya’s mess. He didn’t even say anything about it, he was too used to doing it by now.
From the kitchen, Rei’s head peeked around the corner, her hair tied back with a simple clip. “Oh, both of you are late today,” she said with a soft smile.
Her tone shifted quickly. “Touya, did you buy that junk again? I told you…”
“It’s Keigo’s fault... and yeah, yeah, I know,” Touya cut in fast, flicking his thumb toward Keigo. “You already made food. But trust me, this bastard right here is damn hard to please.”
“Language,” Rei snapped, her eyes narrowing just slightly, though not really angry. Her tone carried that warning note, the kind that never really scared Touya but made Keigo straighten like a soldier.
“Hi, Auntie. How are you doing? I hope I’m not interrupting anything too much,” Keigo said sweetly, and giving her a little bow. He smiled like a perfect guest, the exact opposite of the boy beside him, licking chocolate off his thumb.
“I’m great, thanks for asking,” Rei replied warmly, wiping her hands on her apron. “I hope you’ll stay for dinner, Keigo. I’m making your favorite. Chicken stew.” Her voice was soft, familiar, full of that motherly affection she always reserved for him.
Keigo’s eyes lit up immediately, almost sparkling. He shoved past Touya without shame, practically skipping into the kitchen.
“Really, Auntie? That’s so nice of you!” he said, already leaning over the pot like a starving cat. Rei laughed softly as he peeked into the pan with pure joy on his face.
Touya groaned behind him, unimpressed. “So damn easy to trap you,” he muttered, slouching in the hallway. “Keigo. Let’s go.”
Keigo looked up, caught off guard, only to catch Touya licking his lips lazily with that look in his eyes, the one that always spelled trouble. Keigo’s face turned red in an instant.
“Uh, yeah. Right away.” He stepped back, awkwardly. “Okay, Auntie. See you later! We have, uh, homework. Yeah. A lot of it, so I hope you…”
“Keigo…” Touya called again, his tone warning, already heading toward the stairs.
Keigo bowed quickly, cheeks still flushed. “Bye, Auntie!” he said in a rush before darting after Touya, following him up the stairs and toward the bedroom with his ears burning.
As the bedroom door clicked shut behind them, their mouths collided without hesitation. Touya's fingers tangled roughly in Keigo’s hair, pulling just enough to make him gasp into the kiss. Keigo moaned softly, hands finding Touya’s sides as their bodies pressed flush.
They pulled apart for only a breath before kissing again, slower this time, mouths warm and open as they moved toward the bed step by step. Keigo’s legs bumped against the edge of the mattress, and Touya took the chance to shove him down with a smirk.
Keigo landed flat on his back, his face flushed, hair sticking slightly from Touya’s grip. His shirt had ridden up and his chest rose quickly. Touya looked down at him, voice low and rough. “Pull down your pants.”
“Wow. So damn romantic,” Keigo muttered, but he didn’t argue.
He was already sliding his pants and boxers down, shifting onto his elbows as he laid back, legs parted casually.
Touya turned to the bag from earlier, digging through the mess of snacks until he found the box of condoms and lube. He tossed them onto the bed with a thump, his mouth twitching in something like anticipation.
“Can you suck me off first?” Touya asked bluntly as he shoved his pants down just enough to pull out his cock, already half-hard in his palm.
He looked down at Keigo with that same lazy, expectant look that always made Keigo want to punch and kiss him at the same time.
“You know I hate that,” Keigo muttered, brows furrowing as he sat up on his elbows again, eyes flicking down reluctantly. His mouth curled like he was about to say something worse, but didn’t.
“Hey, I bought you a ton of food,” Touya said with a shrug. “Plus, you’re crashing here. Come on.” He moved closer, standing right by the bed, cock out like an offering Keigo didn’t ask for but was somehow still expected to accept.
“Fine. Urgh. I hate this,” Keigo grumbled, leaning up a little, but not moving yet. “Did you at least clean it? I know you went to piss at school today. Don’t lie to me.”
Touya clicked his tongue and grabbed Keigo’s chin, making him look up at him. “Shut up. It’s clean, you asshole. What the hell do you take me for?” His thumb brushed Keigo’s bottom lip, rough but almost affectionate.
Keigo opened his mouth with a resigned breath, lips parting just enough before Touya guided his cock forward. The tip slid over Keigo’s flattened tongue, warm and wet, making Touya inhale through his teeth as he eased in slow.
Keigo placed his hands on Touya’s hips, steadying him as the length filled his mouth inch by inch. He sucked gently, tongue pressed underneath, mouth hot and reluctant but practiced. His jaw relaxed gradually as Touya’s fingers tightened in his hair.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” Touya muttered, hips barely moving, holding back for now. “Warm and… quiet. Finally.” The smirk in his voice was unmistakable.
Keigo’s eyes narrowed just before his teeth grazed the sensitive tip. He bit down softly, just enough to make Touya hiss and jolt back an inch. “Ouch… hey!”
Keigo pulled off with a wet pop and glared up at him. “Keep insulting me like that,” he said, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “See what else gets bitten, dumbass.”
“You’re sensitive today,” Touya said with a breathy laugh, voice dipping low. His fingers stayed tangled in Keigo’s hair as he felt the warmth of that mouth around him again. Keigo took his cock back in without a word, lips slick, tongue working faster now.
Touya’s head tilted back, a soft moan escaping his throat as he started to thrust again, slower, deeper. Keigo’s slurping grew louder, matching each roll of his hips as pressure built quickly between them.
“Fuck… oh, yeah… oh yes, Keigo… I’m… fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Touya gasped, voice raw with need. His fingers tightened as he pulled out just in time, cock twitching as thick spurts painted Keigo’s cheek, lips, and chin.
“Fuck… oh fuck…” Touya groaned, hand pumping slowly to squeeze out the last drops, cum dripping warm over Keigo’s flushed skin. His breathing slowed as the high ebbed, eyes locked on the mess he’d made.
Keigo scrunched his nose, blinking as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “This is why I hate sucking you off. You always cum on my face.”
Touya only grinned as he reached for the tissue box on the nightstand, pulling a few sheets out without taking his eyes off Keigo’s cum-splattered face.
“It looks hot,” he murmured, wiping Keigo’s cheek and lips first before glancing down at his still-twitching cock and cleaning himself off last, then tossing the used tissues into the bin beside the bed.
“Now spread. Wanna loosen you up,” Touya said as he climbed onto the bed, grabbing Keigo’s thighs and spreading them apart with ease.
Keigo tried to shift back, cheeks flushed, one hand tugging at his uniform shirt to cover his erection.
“H-Hey, wait up!” he stammered, breath catching as Touya settled between his legs.
“You acting shy now?” Touya raised a brow, already tugging open the lube cap. “We’ve done this a ton of times.”
“I know, but... it’s still embarrassing!” Keigo mumbled, avoiding his eyes, though his legs didn’t close either.
“Yeah, right. I forgot about that,” Touya said offhandedly, slipping the condom from the wrapper and stretching it around his fingers like a glove. He slicked them generously with lube before pressing his fingers to Keigo’s entrance. “Hurry up, Keigo.”
Keigo braced himself against the bed, fists clenched in the sheets as he felt Touya’s slick fingers press in. His breath hitched as the stretch burned slightly, the lube easing it just enough.
“H-Hey, two fingers?!” he gasped, back arching instinctively.
“Yeah. Wanna hurry up before my mom interrupts us,” Touya muttered. “Fuck, you’re tight. Been a while since we fucked.”
Keigo bit down on his knuckle, eyes fluttering half-shut. “Mmnghh… T-Touya…” he whimpered, voice muffled and desperate, thighs trembling under Touya’s hold.
“Yeah, keep saying my name,” Touya breathed, leaning in close, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Sounds nicer than all that name-calling shit you throw at me.” His fingers moved steadily, curling deep. “Wait, gonna make you cum first.”
Touya shoved Keigo’s rumpled uniform shirt up with one hand, exposing his stomach and flushed cock. He started stroking him in sync with the slow thrust of his fingers, lube squelching softly between them. “You already hard from sucking me off, Keigo?”
“S-Shut up. Ah!” Keigo snapped, voice breaking into a moan as his hips jerked forward into Touya’s palm.
“Haa… found it,” Touya murmured, eyes narrowing as he dragged his fingers over that sweet spot again and again. He pushed a third finger in slowly, scissoring him open, hitting the same spot.
Keigo’s grip on the sheet tightened, knuckles white. “T-Touya… ahh, oh god, so good, I’m gonna cum… mmnghh, ah!!” His whole body trembled as he came hard over Touya’s hand, thighs shaking, breath stuck in his throat.
Touya leaned back on his knees, breathing a little heavier as he tore open the condom with his teeth and rolled it down over his cock. He spread Keigo’s thighs wider, gripping under them, and pulled him closer on the bed before slowly easing in.
“Oh damn… it’s so tight and hot,” Touya groaned, his voice low and gritty as the tip pushed past the resistance. His hips inched forward with restraint, every muscle tense as he sank deeper.
Keigo was still trembling from his high, body sensitive and flushed. He reached up and grabbed the front of Touya’s uniform shirt, knuckles tight against the fabric.
“Slowly, Touya… I’m…ahh… mnghh, you’re so big…”
“I know,” Touya murmured, jaw clenched as he leaned in closer, still inching inside. “Gonna make you cum fast. Stay with me.” His voice softened just slightly.
Keigo nodded, lashes fluttering. His body opened a little more with each breath. Touya moved slowly, finally pushing all the way in with one smooth thrust until their hips met.
“It’s all in… I wanna move, okay?”
Keigo bit his lip, moaning softly as he nodded again. “Yes… please move.”
Touya started moving with slow thrusts, each push deep and steady. Keigo’s head fell back against the sheets, eyes fluttering shut, his lips parted as a soft, breathy moan escaped. “Ah… T-Touya…”
The rhythm built fast, Touya’s restraint breaking as his hips snapped harder against Keigo’s ass. His breath was rough, his voice thick. “Mhh… fuck. Keigo. You good? Feeling good?”
“Yes… oh yes,” Keigo gasped, voice ragged, his fingers clutching Touya’s wrist. “Touya… ahh, you…me… inside me…” His words spilled between moans, too full to speak clearly.
Touya leaned down and caught his mouth in a kiss, tongue slipping inside to swallow his noises. One hand slid under Keigo’s uniform shirt, finding his nipple and pinching, tweaking it between thrusts, making Keigo arch beneath him.
Keigo cried out loud, the moan sharp in the air before Touya clamped his hand over his mouth. “Oh fuck. Don’t..ah, fuck, don’t moan so loud…!”
Keigo whimpered under his palm, eyes glazed. “B-But it feels so good… ah, Touya, you’re so good… It’s been..ahh..a while… Your cock… I-I missed it…”
Touya’s hips stuttered just slightly at that, breath catching. “You riling me up, Keigo? Are you?”
Keigo shook his head quickly, voice high and shaky. “I’m not! Ah! There!” he cried out, his whole body jolting as Touya’s cock hit deep again, right on that spot that made his legs tremble.
Touya felt the sudden clench around him, the tight pull of Keigo’s body wrapping around his cock. “Ah, fuck, don’t tighten up like that,” he groaned, sweat dripping down his temple. “You just wanna make me cum first, don’t you? Fucking teasing me.”
Keigo didn’t respond, couldn’t, his eyes were glazed, unfocused, breath ragged. His cock stood hard and flushed, twitching as Touya kept drilling into him, hips snapping harder, deeper, relentless.
Touya’s hand wrapped around Keigo’s cock without warning, stroking in rhythm with each thrust. His other hand gripped Keigo’s waist tight, holding him in place as his hips slapped against him, skin hot and slick.
“Ah, Touya! I’m cumming!” Keigo gasped, back arching off the bed as he came with a cry, spilling over Touya’s hand and his own stomach, thighs trembling uncontrollably beneath him.
Touya groaned low, lips dragging against Keigo’s throat before he bit down hard enough to leave a mark. His thrusts grew frantic, hips stuttering as he came deep inside him, warmth flooding the condom. “F-Fuck… so damn good…”
Touya’s hips moved in a slow, lazy rhythm as he came down from the high, soft grunts tapering into quiet breaths. After a moment, he eased out carefully, pulling back with a low sigh before collapsing beside Keigo, both of them catching their breath in silence.
Their chests rose and fell with the weight of the moment, sweat clinging to their skin. Keigo shifted slightly, his voice hoarse. “I… I need to shower. It’s sticky.”
“Yeah. Five minutes,” Touya muttered, still catching his breath. “I’ll heat the water for you. Your clothes are in the usual spot.” He slowly sat up, muscles aching, and reached over Keigo’s thigh to grab the tissue box.
He wrapped the used condom in tissue, pulled it off with a quiet flick, and tossed it neatly into the bin beside the bed. Then he paused, glanced down at Keigo, and leaned in to press a slow kiss to his lips.
When he pulled back, Keigo blinked at him, brows drawn slightly. “What the hell was that?”
Touya looked at him, quiet for a beat. “Just… wanted to kiss you.”
Keigo looked away, ears pink. “Well don’t. It’s… weird.”
“We just fucked. What’s so weird about it?” Touya muttered, still sitting at the edge of the bed, glancing back at Keigo with a frown tugging at his lips.
Keigo rolled onto his side, resting his head on one arm. “Usually we kiss to fuck. Not… kissing generally. There’s a difference.”
“You’re weird, Keigo,” Touya said. “I wanted to kiss you, so I kissed you. That’s it.”
Keigo raised an eyebrow, eyes narrowing slightly. “So you’re saying I’m easy?”
“What the fuck? I didn’t say that!” Touya snapped, turning halfway to face him again, jaw clenched.
“You didn’t say it, but you’re subtly implying it,” Keigo shot back. “You think because we’ve been doing this forever, you can just… do that and not make it weird?”
“Look. What the hell, Keigo?” Touya’s voice was sharper now, frustration bleeding into it. “We’ve been fucking since middle school. I mean, we passed that awkward stage already, didn’t we? So why the fuck do you care now?”
“Because we’re fucking,” Keigo said, voice sharper now as he pushed himself upright, sitting at the edge of the bed beside Touya. His hands were clenched in the sheets, jaw tight.
“So you wanna stop?” Touya asked, narrowing his eyes. “’Cause from the moaning earlier, I don’t think you wanted me to stop fucking you.”
“Whatever,” Keigo muttered, standing up without looking at him. “I’m gonna heat the water myself. You don’t understand, and you're so fucking simple-minded sometimes. I’m jealous of you for it.” His voice broke near the end, frustration spilling out.
He grabbed his boxer briefs and pants off the floor, tugging them on roughly before yanking open the closet to pull out a towel and the change of clothes he kept there. He didn’t look back as he walked out, the door clicking behind him louder than it needed to.
Touya sat there in silence for a moment, staring at the door. Then he flopped back onto the bed with a long exhale, eyes on the ceiling. “Yeah… he’s turning into an emotional girl after all this fucking,” he muttered. “The fuck is his problem?”
Touya stared up at the ceiling, eyes unfocused, arms splayed out on the bed. His chest still felt warm from the heat of their sex, but his head was somewhere else, pulling him back.
They’d been doing this since middle school. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. It started with a stupid kiss, just something they’d seen in a movie one night, too curious, too close on the couch. Then came heavier makeouts, hands slipping under shirts, breathing uneven, all under the excuse of just trying it out.
One day, Touya, being a healthy, horny boy with zero courage, wanted to watch AV. But he was too chicken to do it alone, so he dragged Keigo into it. Said it was for fun. Said he didn’t want to be weird about it. Keigo had laughed, teased him, but stayed. They watched it side by side, and when they both got hard, it turned into mutual jerking off under the same blanket.
After that, things went downhill. In the best way.
They never really talked about it. Not seriously. It became something they just… did. When they were bored, when they were frustrated, when they wanted to feel good. And somehow, somewhere in all that mess, it had just become what they were. Friends with benefits.
Touya didn’t care. Keigo liked it. He liked it too. That was enough…wasn’t it?
Touya flinched when he heard the knock, sitting up fast and yanking his pants back on. His voice came rushed. “Coming!” he shouted, still adjusting his waistband when the door creaked open.
Natsuo stood there, arms crossed, face scrunched in visible irritation.
“What do you want?” Touya asked flatly, already annoyed.
Natsuo stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Niichan,” he said slowly, tone serious, “I’m asking you something. As your brother.”
“Yes, and?” Touya raised an eyebrow. “What the hell do you want from me?”
“Can you stop fucking Keigo when I’m in the next room?” Natsuo said bluntly, his voice full of exhaustion. “For fuck’s sake, the walls aren’t soundproof.”
Touya rolled his eyes and leaned back against the bed frame. He reached into the konbini bag and pulled out a snack, tearing it open without shame. “So what? Wear headphones or something.”
“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” Natsuo said.. “If Mom found out about this…”
“She’s not gonna know,” Touya replied, biting into his snack with a loud crunch. “It’s not like we do it every time he comes over.”
Natsuo gave him a long, cold glare.
“Okay, maybe a bit,” Touya added with a shrug, mouth half-full, “but not all the way…”
“Fuck. I don’t want to know about your sex life,” Natsuo snapped, rubbing his temples. “But Mom’s the only thing holding peace before Dad finds out. And if he does, he’ll burn you into a firewall, I swear to god.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Touya muttered. “Just shut your damn mouth. I know what I’m doing.”
Natsuo narrowed his eyes. “Are you dating him?”
“Who? Keigo?” Touya scoffed, like the idea was ridiculous. “Fuck no.”
“Then why the hell are you…”
The door suddenly creaked open, and Keigo nearly stumbled into the room, colliding into Natsuo’s back with a wet towel slung over his shoulders. “Oh, shit, sorry! Didn’t know you were in here.”
Natsuo turned slightly, eyes landing squarely on the fresh red mark blooming on Keigo’s neck, the one Touya had sunk his teeth into just minutes ago. Keigo noticed immediately, his face flushing deep as he yanked the towel up to hide the bite.
“H-Hey, Natsuo,” Keigo stammered, shifting his weight awkwardly. “How are you doing?”
“Great,” Natsuo deadpanned. “Just great.”
“That’s… nice to hear,” Keigo mumbled, trying to smile. “Touya told me you got picked for that science event. That’s really cool. Congrats, seriously.”
Natsuo glanced at Touya, then back at Keigo, silent for a few long seconds before letting out a slow, tired exhale. “Both of you need help.”
He turned without waiting for a response, opened the door, and walked out, shutting it with a soft but definite click behind him.
Keigo stared at the door, then slowly turned to Touya, brows furrowed. “What was that?”
Touya just shrugged, already reaching back into the snack bag like it was nothing. “Don’t know. Maybe his head’s too full of conspiracy theories. He’s probably gonna lose it and start quoting alien shit next.”
“He’s your fucking brother, asshole,” Keigo muttered, swatting at Touya’s hand as he dug into the snack bag again. “And stop eating my snacks.”
Touya just grinned, mouth full, not the least bit sorry.
Later, when dinner time rolled around, Touya tossed Keigo one of his turtleneck shirts. “Here. Wearing a scarf in summer’s weird as hell. At least this hides your neck without making you look like a freak.”
Keigo grumbled something under his breath but took it anyway.
After dinner, Keigo helped clear the table, sleeves rolled up, standing beside Rei at the sink as she rinsed and passed dishes to him. “Thanks for letting me join dinner, Auntie,” he said, drying a bowl.
“You’re so nice,” Rei replied with a soft smile. “If you were a girl, I’m pretty sure Touya would fall for you.”
Keigo flushed deep, his grip slipping on the bowl as he nearly dropped it back into the sink. “You’re funny, Auntie,” he said, laughing awkwardly. “I’m sure there’s someone out there, a girl who’ll make Touya love her. As much as she loves him.”
Rei smiled warmly at that, her eyes lingering on Keigo just a bit too long. “I can’t wait for that day,” she said softly. “Even after all this time, he’s never talked about anyone. Not really. Except for you.”
“Yeah… one day,” Keigo said with a stiff smile. “Surely. A girl will come and replace all that talking about me. I hope you can bear with it for a little while longer.”
But even as he said it, something tugged in his chest. Keigo didn’t know why it hurt so much, just that it did. That small ache, right behind his smile, that never showed on his face but didn’t leave his heart either.
Keigo clicked his pencil a few times, the sound soft but constant as his eyes stayed fixed on the board. Or rather, past it. His thoughts drifted again, pulled toward the same frustrating, familiar face. Touya. That asshole.
Lately, he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every inch of him felt pulled toward Touya, his voice, his grin, the way he smelled when they were too close. It was unbearable and addicting all at once.
“...Takami.”
Keigo blinked, the pencil stopping mid-click. He looked up fast as he realized the teacher was calling his name, and not quietly. The entire class had turned to look at him.
Including Touya, seated a few rows up, his chin on his hand, one brow raised in that lazy way that said you’re so fucked without saying a word.
Keigo stood quickly, back straight. “Y-Yes, sir?”
The teacher crossed his arms. “You looked very focused just now. Care to tell the class what’s on your mind, since it clearly isn’t the subject?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Keigo muttered, cheeks burning as a few students giggled behind their hands.
The teacher didn’t look amused. “Out. Hallway. You can come back in when you remember what class you’re in.”
Keigo bowed slightly and stepped out, trying not to look at Touya as he passed. But he felt the stare. And it didn’t help the way his heart pounded like an idiot’s drum inside his chest.
Out in the hallway, Keigo leaned back against the wall, arms loosely crossed, head tilted up toward the ceiling. The light overhead buzzed faintly. His eyes didn’t focus on anything.
How long has he been like this? Thinking about Touya every time his mind wandered. Wanting to see him, touch him, even when he didn’t plan to. Since when did it get this bad?
It wasn’t when they started sleeping together. That wasn’t love. Not then.
He remembered their first kiss years ago, before anything sexual ever happened. It wasn’t magical at all. No butterflies, no sparkles. They were eating greasy grilled chicken on the couch while watching some dumb movie, and when a kiss scene showed up, Touya just looked over and said, “Wanna try it?”
Their lips tasted like sauce, not romance.
Or the first time they fucked. He remembered that clearly. It was horrible. They had no idea what they were doing. Touya had just shoved in like he was invincible and Keigo had ended up crying, bleeding, completely limp the whole time. His cock didn’t even twitch. Touya came anyway, inside him, like a fucking jackass. And Keigo had a stomachache the whole next day, curled up with a heating pad and avoiding eye contact.
So why now?
Why did it hurt when he saw Touya talking and laughing with those girls, when they leaned a little too close and Touya didn’t pull back? Why did it sting when Touya smiled at them, even if it was empty? Why did it feel like Keigo was the one being replaced, like he was just something temporary until someone prettier came along?
He didn’t want to admit it. But he was starting to.
His thoughts were suddenly jolted when a girl walked down the hallway beside their homeroom teacher. Her long black hair flowed behind her with every step, neat and silky like something out of a commercial.
When their eyes met for a brief second, she bowed slightly. Keigo blinked, caught off guard, and watched as she stopped at the classroom door and followed the teacher inside.
Next period, the announcement came. Her name was Misaki, the new transfer student. And God, she was beautiful. Even Keigo, who hadn’t looked twice at anyone in school for a while, found himself sneaking glances at her.
By lunch, she was surrounded. Girls crowded her desk, chattering excitedly, and even a few boys worked up the nerve to talk to her, all pretending to talk about class notes.
Keigo sat at his desk, poking at his food, eyes flicking toward the circle every now and then.
“You didn’t take your eyes off her,” Touya’s voice said suddenly as he dragged a chair over and dropped it beside Keigo’s desk.
Keigo startled slightly, chopsticks pausing mid-air. “Uh, yeah. Well… she’s beautiful,” he admitted, cheeks a little warm.
“You never compliment someone before,” Touya said, tossing a piece of chicken into his mouth without looking at him.
“I have. You just never take note of it,” Keigo replied, not missing a beat.
“You say that, but you also never paid attention to who I’ve called beautiful ei…”
“In middle school?” Keigo cut in. “Honey, Sara, Alice, Mei, Hana… want me to keep going? I can list them all. And this year alone, you’ve said at least ten girls are beautiful.”
Touya clicked his tongue and leaned back. “Fine. Got it. Fuck, you’re such a freak.”
Keigo let out a soft laugh, biting into a rice ball while still smiling at his own pettiness. He looked up mid-bite, only to freeze for a second. Misaki was staring directly at them. Or… not them exactly.
Her gaze was on Touya. And Touya, of course, was too busy stealing the grilled chicken from his own bento to notice.
After class, as Keigo and Touya stepped toward the doorway, a small group of girls approached them. Their chatter was soft, but aimed squarely at one of the boys.
“Todoroki, Todoroki,” one of them called, a little too excited. “Misaki said she and her family just moved around your neighborhood!”
Touya glanced at Misaki, barely a second of eye contact, then shifted his grip on his bag. “Oh really. Cool,” he said.
One of the girls exhaled dramatically. “Sorry, Misaki. He’s so dense sometimes.”
Misaki just smiled. “It’s okay,” she said gently. Then her eyes settled on Touya again, this time more direct. “If I’m not troubling you… could you walk me back toward the neighborhood? I’m still not familiar with the roads.”
Touya looked at her for a moment, then shifted his eyes toward Keigo, who hadn’t said a word. Their gazes met for a second. Then Touya turned back to Misaki and nodded. “Okay. No problem.”
Keigo stood still, watching as Touya and Misaki began to walk off down the hallway. Their figures fell into step easily, their voices too low to hear.
Then Touya turned, walking backward for a second. “Keigo. You coming?”
“Oh, I… I think something’s coming up, so…” Keigo started, voice weak, already taking a step back.
Touya narrowed his eyes instantly, reading the bullshit from a mile away. He turned on his heel and marched back over, grabbing Keigo by the strap of his bag. “Something? The hell you lying for, you fuckface?” he said, yanking him forward. “You trying to ditch me again for the arcade?”
Keigo stumbled a little but didn’t pull away, scowling as they started walking side by side again. “It was one time, asshole. And that was because I wanted payback. You ditched me first, skipped class because you didn’t wanna take part in that stupid PE relay…”
A cough cut through the bickering.
They both turned and looked behind them to see Misaki, politely covering her mouth, still standing just a few steps back. Her expression was unreadable.
“Oh, sorry,” Keigo said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Actually, I’m not in the neighborhood, but…”
“He’s coming with me,” Touya interrupted, voice flat and sudden.
Keigo blinked, head whipping to him. Misaki looked between them, smile still on her face, but her eyes flickered, just for a second.
“Oh, you’re… Takami Keigo, right?” Misaki said suddenly.
Keigo blinked, caught off guard. “Yeah. Wow, you really remembered my name?”
Misaki smiled. “I know everyone’s name. After all, you’re all going to be my friends, right?” Her eyes drifted briefly to Touya as she said it.
Touya didn’t return the look. He just muttered, “Yeah, whatever. Just come on,” and kept walking, hands shoved into his pockets.
The walk home was steeped in awkward silence. Misaki tried to make conversation, asking about classes, teachers, favorite places nearby, but every time she spoke, Touya either scowled, grunted a half-answer, or responded with something so dry it bordered on rude.
Keigo laughed nervously each time, trying to ease the mood, tossing in jokes or dumb stories to fill the silence. But it only made things worse. Every time Misaki laughed at something he said, Touya’s scowl deepened.
“So, what section is your house in?” Touya asked as they reached the junction where the road split into two rows of residential streets.
Misaki pulled out her phone, tapping quickly. “Number 34,” she said.
Keigo’s head whipped around. “Touya, that’s just across your house!” He pointed without thinking. “Oh, that’s why you said lorries kept coming in and messing up your sleep on Sunday.”
Misaki giggled behind her hand. “Oh no… really? I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your damn fault,” Touya said flatly, already walking into the street toward his house.
“So… we’re going to be neighbors, right?” Misaki asked, catching up to him with a soft smile.
“Yeah,” Touya muttered. “It’s not like I’m moving anytime soon.” Then he glanced over his shoulder. “Keigo!”
Keigo snapped his head up, startled. “What?”
“What the hell are you walking so slow for? You coming into my house, right?” Touya raised a brow. “My mom said she’s cooking chicken something.”
Keigo’s eyes lit up instantly. “Really? Then I’ll…”
“Can I come too, Touya?” Misaki asked sweetly, her pace quickening as she fell in beside him. “I’d love to greet your mom.”
Touya raised an eyebrow, his voice already starting to drop. “What the…”
“Of course you can come, Misaki!” Keigo cut in quickly, stepping forward with a bright grin. “Auntie Rei is such a nice lady. You’re gonna love her.”
“That’s great,” Misaki said, her smile warm. “I’m sorry we haven’t greeted everyone in the neighborhood yet. My parents are working a lot, so I hope I can at least say hello to your mother, Touya.”
Touya didn’t reply right away. His gaze shifted to Keigo, who was giving him a look, eyes sharp, clearly saying don’t be an asshole. There was a beat of silence between them, then Touya sighed.
“Yeah. Whatever,” he muttered, turning toward the house again.
Keigo let out a breath, falling into step beside him again. Misaki followed quietly, unaware of just how loud the silence had become between the two boys.
When the three of them stepped inside the house, the familiar warmth of Rei’s cooking wafted in from the kitchen. Keigo, out of habit, bent down and neatly placed Touya’s shoes beside his own. Touya, as always, just kicked his off without care, letting them land wherever.
A soft gasp came from the kitchen.
“Touya, who is this beautiful girl? Is she your…?”
“She’s our new neighbor. Just moved in across from us,” Touya said, cutting it short as he stepped further inside.
Misaki bowed politely. “Hi, Auntie Rei. I’m sorry for coming without warning. I’m Misaki Akio. It’s nice to meet you.”
Rei returned the bow, smiling warmly. “No, no, it’s okay. Such a beautiful and polite girl. Come here, I just finished a side dish. I hope you can stay for dinner.”
“Oh, no, it’s okay. Really,” Misaki said quickly, hands in front of her. “It wouldn’t be polite. I just wanted to greet you. Touya and I are in the same class.”
Keigo watched the exchange, a soft smile on his face at first. But Rei never even looked his way. Her warmth, usually so instinctively offered to him—was focused entirely on Misaki. His gaze dropped to the floor for a second before he heard Touya’s voice again.
“Mom, Keigo’s staying for dinner,” Touya said as he grabbed Keigo’s arm. “We’re going to my room. You can talk to her.”
“Misaki,” Touya added, not looking back.
“Yes, Touya,” she answered automatically, blinking.
“See yourself out,” he muttered before dragging Keigo toward the stairs without another word.
“Touya!” Rei called after him, exasperated. Then she turned to Misaki with a small laugh. “I’m sorry. He’s not usually that rude. I swear.”
As soon as Touya closed the door behind them, he spun Keigo around and shoved him gently but firmly against it. His mouth crashed into Keigo’s before the other could speak, hot and urgent. Keigo’s eyes widened, lips parting in surprise, and Touya wasted no time, his tongue slipping inside, tasting him without hesitation.
“Mmmngh…T-Touya…” Keigo gasped between kisses, his breathing uneven.
But Touya was already leaning in again, kissing him harder, lips dragging across his as his hands moved fast, fingers working hastily at Keigo’s belt.
Keigo’s hand flew down, grabbing his wrist. “H-Hey…stop it. They’re downstairs!”
“So what?” Touya muttered, not slowing down, voice thick with heat. “Didn’t matter before.”
He finished unbuckling the belt, the sound of metal clicking sharp in the room. Keigo glanced nervously toward the door, even though it was firmly shut.
“What if they hear?” Keigo whispered.
Touya only smirked, that cocky glint flashing in his eyes. “Then I guess,” he said low, “you’ll need to be real quiet.”
He pressed in closer, dragging their cocks together through their clothes. The friction sparked a groan from both of them, and Keigo’s head thudded softly against the door.
“Y-You… asshole,” Keigo breathed out, face flushed deep.
Touya didn’t answer. He just kissed him again while his hips rolled forward, grinding into Keigo.
While still kissing, Touya's fingers moved down, slow but deliberate, tugging down both his and Keigo’s zippers. He slipped a hand inside each waistband, pulling their cocks out together, the heat of them pressed flush between their bodies.
Touya broke the kiss, breathing hard as he pulled back just enough to spit into his hand. He wrapped his slicked palm around both their cocks, stroking them together with a tight grip.
“Fuck… Keigo…”
Keigo’s face flushed deep red, his breath catching as he instinctively ground into Touya’s hand, hips moving to chase the friction. One hand gripped Touya’s shoulder for balance, the other clenched in the fabric of his shirt.
“T-Touya… harder, please…”
Touya's eyes narrowed, a smirk pulling at his lips. “You want it harder?”
Keigo nodded quickly. “Y-Yeah…”
“Like this?” Touya growled, tightening his grip and pumping faster, dragging his hand over both shafts with more force.
“Ah! Oh, yes… yes, Touya…” Keigo moaned, head tilting back against the door, his voice barely held in, breath ragged and needy.
Touya pumped faster, rougher, the wet slide of their cocks slick between his fingers. He dropped his head onto Keigo’s shoulder, breath heavy against his skin.
“Keigo…”
“K-Kiss me… Touya, I wanna kiss,” Keigo gasped, his voice breaking with need.
Without a word, Touya grabbed the back of Keigo’s head and slammed their mouths together again, tongues messy and desperate. The room was filled with the sound of skin sliding, wet strokes, and the muffled moans caught between their mouths, until both of them groaned into the kiss and came, hot and fast, spilling over Touya’s hand and each other.
They pulled apart, gasping, breath heavy and uneven. Touya’s hand loosened, then he flicked the sensitive head of Keigo’s cock just to watch him twitch.
Keigo moaned softly, body shivering from overstimulation. He looked up, flushed and dazed, only to find Touya staring at him with one eyebrow raised.
“…What?” Touya asked, smirking just a little.
Keigo, face red as hell, leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. “…Nothing.”
“Say it,” Touya said, still catching his breath. “I know you wanna say something.”
Keigo bit his lip hard, squirming where he stood. “I… Can… Please don’t laugh but…” He hesitated, then whispered so quietly Touya almost didn’t catch it. “…My inside is… tingling…”
Touya’s grin widened, eyes glinting. “You want me to fuck you, Keigo?”
The way Keigo flushed, full body red and trembling, was all the answer he needed.
“You know we can’t do that,” Touya whispered, lips brushing Keigo’s ear.
But even as he said it, his hand was already sliding down, fingers curving behind Keigo and circling his entrance in slow, teasing strokes. “We’ve got people downstairs. Right?”
Keigo shuddered, his body leaning into the touch even as his breath hitched. “T-Touya… please…”
“Bare with this, okay?” Touya murmured as he slowly pushed a finger inside, the stretch making Keigo gasp softly against his shoulder. “I’ll make you feel good tomorrow.”
“R-Really?” Keigo breathed out, trembling as his knees threatened to give. “Mnghh… yes…”
He dropped his head onto Touya’s chest when another finger slipped in, the pressure drawing a deep moan from his throat.
“Mmm,” Touya hummed, voice low and rough. “After PE. Sounds good?” His fingers began to move faster, scissoring gently inside him. “You always tighten up when we fuck at school. It’s like your body knows... Aren’t you one perv?”
“A-Ahh…I'm… mnghh, ah, I’m not…Touya…Touya…” Keigo gasped, squirming in Touya’s arms, voice barely controlled, hips pressing back helplessly into his hand.
“Shhh… shhh, I got you,” Touya whispered against Keigo’s ear as he eased in a third finger, the stretch making Keigo cry out against his chest.
Keigo buried his face in Touya’s shirt, muffling his moans as his hips rolled instinctively to meet the rhythm of Touya’s hand.
“You wanna cum, Keigo?” Touya breathed, voice thick with heat. “Wanna make a mess again?” His fingers curled, brushing hard against that spot inside, and Keigo’s legs buckled instantly.
Touya caught him, keeping him steady as he fingered him faster, and rougher. “T-Touya! Oh…yes, more… I need, please… I need you inside me… ah, mnghh!”
“No, no… baby, you can’t say that,” Touya groaned, his own voice breaking as he felt Keigo clench hard around his fingers. “Fuck… you’re tightening up…”
The word baby hit Keigo like a shock. His whole body flushed, from his ears down to his neck, burning hot at the sound of it, at how unfair it was that Touya could say that and still keep hitting that spot like he owned him.
And then he came hard, his whole body shaking as stars danced behind his eyes. He didn’t even remember sliding down. Just that his head was on Touya’s shoulder, his chest heaving, his thighs trembling as Touya slowly stroked his back.
“You back on Earth?” Touya asked quietly, lips brushing the top of Keigo’s ear. “You came so hard, I think you passed out.”
“I… did not,” Keigo muttered, still breathless, shoving Touya weakly in the chest.
“Yeah, right, asshole,” Touya shot back. “I was calling your name and you didn’t say shit. I almost called an ambulance for you.”
Keigo narrowed his eyes. He didn’t reply, mostly because he wasn’t sure if he could deny it with a straight face. Honestly, if Touya had called an ambulance, it might’ve saved him the embarrassment of admitting he passed out just from being fingered and hearing Touya call him baby.
“Did I really make you feel that good?” Touya smirked, wiping his hand lazily with a tissue. “Fuck. I knew it. You came just from my fingers. I didn’t even touch your co…”
“Fuck, HEY! What the hell?!” Touya yelped as Keigo smacked him across the chest with the back of his hand.
“Well, congrats, Todoroki,” Keigo muttered, yanking his pants back up. “Now move. We better hurry before your mom star…”
“Touya! Keigo! Come downstairs for a bit!”
“Fuck!” both of them cursed in unison, scrambling like idiots for their pants and belts, nearly tripping over each other in the rush to clean up the mess they made.
Downstairs, Misaki was laughing softly at something Rei had said. When Touya and Keigo appeared in the kitchen doorway, Rei looked up and gently placed a hand on Misaki’s shoulder.
“Touya,” Rei said, “after this, you’ll walk Misaki to school every morning, okay?”
Touya’s face twisted into a scowl. “Huh? Why would I do that?”
“She’s new here,” Rei said. “And I’d feel better if someone walked with her. Her parents work early and get home late. If something happened, she wouldn’t have anyone nearby.”
She turned to Misaki then, smile soft. “If you ever want to, you can come here, okay? You’re always welcome. Have dinner with us.”
Keigo didn’t move, but it felt like something hit his chest. That place at the table, his place, sounded like it was being handed off without anyone noticing.
“So you better be nice,” Rei added, turning back to Touya. “Or I’ll take back your allowance.”
“That’s not fair, Mom,” Touya muttered, brow furrowed, eyes darting briefly toward Keigo without saying anything more.
“I don’t care.” Rei turned, walking toward the counter. “Come on, Misaki. Since you insisted on not staying for dinner, I packed some for you anyway.”
Misaki stood politely as Rei handed her the packed food. She accepted it with both hands and gave a slight bow. “Thank you so much, Auntie Rei. Just from the smell, I know it must taste amazing.”
Rei laughed, waving a hand. “Oh no, it’s just average food. Don’t compliment me too much.” Her smile lingered warmly before she added, “Keigo here always eats with us. But he’s just as nice as you.”
Keigo turned to her quickly. “Ah, yes, Auntie. Your food is the best.”
“Oh, stop it,” Rei chuckled, fanning herself. “You’re going to make me embarrassed.”
Touya, standing beside Keigo, just rolled his eyes with a groan. Then, without warning, he slung an arm around Keigo’s shoulders, dragging him close. “Mom, you know Keigo only says that when you cook chicken. He’s easy to please like that. I’m pretty sure if you cooked anything else, it’s not really that go…fuck, damn you, Keigo!”
Keigo had elbowed him straight in the ribs, smiling sweetly like nothing happened. “Don’t ruin my praise just because you’re bitter.”
Touya winced and clutched his side. “You’ve got a fucking sharp elbow,” he hissed.
“Now stop roughhousing and see Misaki out,” Rei called as she turned back toward the kitchen.
Misaki smiled politely and made her way to the entryway. She bent down, slipping on her shoes then stood and gave one last bow toward the kitchen. “Thank you again, Auntie Rei.”
Rei waved a hand from around the corner. “Take care, dear. See you soon.”
Misaki tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiled as she straightened. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Touya.”
“Yeah,” Touya said simply.
“See you again. Bye,” Keigo added, giving a small wave.
Misaki smiled, waving back. “Yeah. See you soon.”
Keigo’s eyes lingered, not on her, but on Touya, who watched her for a second longer than necessary. Then, without a word, Touya turned and grabbed Keigo by the arm.
“Come on, Keigo. Let’s eat. All that ‘work’ upstairs made me hungry.”
Keigo turned deep red, shoving him hard in the arm. “Don’t say it like that! Your mom’s here!”
“What? I’m telling the truth.” Touya grinned, completely unbothered. “I made you cum twice, didn’t I?” He darted ahead before Keigo could swing again.
Keigo narrowed his eyes, fists clenched at his sides, already plotting the most efficient way to strangle Touya in his sleep. But even as he tried to focus on the annoyance, his heart ached dully in his chest.
And he knew, no matter how many times Touya joked or smirked or touched him like that, the ache wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.
Especially not after hearing that morning arrangement.