The bench beneath the sakura tree held the warmth of the three bodies pressed close together. The petals had started to fall more heavily now, dancing around them in a flurry of soft pink as though the world itself was trying to frame the moment in poetry.
Shin, of course, had other plans. He wasn't done.
Not even close.
He turned toward the boy tucked under his right arm, who still trembled slightly, his lips red and his breath uneven from the kiss they'd just shared. Yuki stared down at his lap, arms folded again, as if trying to rebuild the walls Shin had so thoroughly smashed down moments earlier.
Shin smirked.
"You didn't say it yet," he said softly.
Yuki blinked. "W-what?"
Shin leaned closer, whispering into his ear, "You know what. Say it again. I want to hear you say it."
Yuki stiffened like someone had just dumped ice down his shirt. "N-no way! I—I already said it once! That's enough for a lifetime!"
"Not for me," Shin said, his voice rich and low, brushing along Yuki's neck. "I need to hear it again. I want to see your face when you say it. The way you blush. The way your lips twitch just before you give in. It's adorable."
"S-stop! Idiot! Baka!"
Aiko laughed on Shin's other side, leaning into him fully, her head resting against his shoulder. Her arm looped around his, her fingers intertwining gently with his own.
"You're such a meanie, Taa-Kun," she whispered, smiling. "Poor Yuki… you're not giving him a break."
Shin turned to her, tilting his head. "You think I'm being mean, Haa-Chan?"
She nodded slowly. Then, her voice turned soft, heartfelt. "But I still love you for it."
She leaned in and kissed his cheek.
Warmth bloomed there immediately, her lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary. When she pulled back, her arms tightened slightly around his.
"I love you, Taa-Kun," she said again, looking into his eyes with nothing but sincerity.
Shin's breath caught for half a second. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I love you too, Haa-Chan."
Yuki let out an audible gag. "Ugh. Gross."
Shin turned his gaze right back on him, grin sharpening. "Don't try to change the subject, Yuki. It's still your turn."
"I didn't have a turn! That's the whole point!" Yuki growled, turning his head away. "I'm not gonna say it again!"
"D-DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT!"
"Then just say it," Shin coaxed, his hand gently reaching up to run through Yuki's hair, ruffling it. "Say it, and I might reward you."
Yuki glared at him, red-faced. "What kind of reward?"
Shin leaned in until their noses almost touched. "Another kiss."
Yuki froze.
The silence stretched.
The petals fell.
And then—
"I..."
His voice cracked. He looked away.
Shin leaned even closer. "Come on, Yuki. Say it."
"I love you, okay?!" Yuki shouted, face burning. "I love you, you smug, teasing idiot! There, happy now?!"
Shin blinked.
Then grinned.
"Yeah," he whispered, brushing Yuki's bangs from his eyes. "Really happy."
Yuki groaned, burying his face in Shin's chest. "You suck."
Shin chuckled and hugged him tight. "Maybe. But I love you too."
Aiko wrapped both arms around Shin from the side, nuzzling into his shoulder.
Together, under the falling petals, the three of them sat with tangled limbs, tangled hearts, and no more lies between them.
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Outside Class 3-B, Aiko lingered with Shin just a moment longer. Her hands were clasped together in front of her skirt, her eyes shyly flicking between the floor and his face.
"You'll be okay?" he asked softly.
Aiko smiled, her voice a whisper. "Only if you kiss me again, Taa-Kun…"
Shin didn't need to ask what she meant. He leaned in without hesitation, his hand gently cupping her cheek as their lips met in a sweet, tender kiss. Aiko melted into it with a soft sigh, her fingers brushing against his shirt.
When they pulled apart, her cheeks were glowing. "See you after class…" she whispered, then turned and darted into her classroom, trying to suppress the smile spreading across her lips.
Shin stood there for a moment, watching her go, feeling a warm flutter in his chest.
Then—
"Come on, idiot."
A hand tugged at his.
He turned to see Yuki beside him, blue eyes narrowed slightly, though his hand still clung to Shin's like he didn't want to let go. His pale cheeks had a hint of pink.
Shin raised a brow. "Come on?"
Yuki looked away, mumbling, "Class. Don't make me say it twice…"
But instead of following the path toward their homeroom, Shin took a sudden turn.
"H-Hey!" Yuki protested, pulled off balance as Shin dragged him in the opposite direction. "Where are you going?! Class is the other way, baka!"
Shin didn't answer. He just kept walking—faster. Yuki stumbled behind him, barely keeping up, until—
The bathroom door swung open.
"Shin—what the hell—?!"
And before Yuki could escape, Shin pulled him inside, checked the stalls, and guided them quickly into the farthest one.
Click. Locked.
"W-Wait! Why are we—"
Shin turned toward him. Yuki's back hit the stall door.
Shin leaned in, both hands braced on either side of Yuki's head, his grin turning lazy and heated. "I wasn't ready to let go of you yet…"
Yuki's eyes widened. "T-That's not a reason to skip class! Idiot! Wh-Why in here of all places?!"
Shin leaned forward, nose brushing against Yuki's. "Because no one will hear you when you start making those cute little sounds again."
Yuki's entire face turned crimson. "I-I won't! Don't say weird things, you—!"
His voice was cut off by a kiss.
Not soft. Not tentative.
This one was deep, consuming—Shin's lips claimed his with urgency. Yuki gasped against his mouth, hands pressing to Shin's chest as if to push him away… but they didn't. Instead, they gripped his uniform, clutching him tighter.
Shin's tongue brushed against his, teasing, inviting. Yuki's knees weakened. The heat in his body grew impossible to ignore.
He whimpered. "Shin… stop…"
"Do you want me to?" Shin murmured against his lips.
"…I—I didn't say that…"
Shin smiled. That was all the invitation he needed.
He trailed kisses down Yuki's jawline, down his throat, taking his time. His fingers slipped under Yuki's blazer, brushing against the waistband of his skirt-like uniform.
Yuki squirmed, his hands trembling as they clutched Shin's arms. "You're such a jerk…"
Shin nipped at his collarbone, drawing a sharp gasp from the smaller boy. "But I'm your jerk."
"Baka…" Yuki whispered, breath hitching. "You're impossible…"
Shin's hands found Yuki's hips, gripping gently but possessively. He pushed closer, pressing their bodies together, lips exploring every inch of pale skin he could reach.
"You're so soft…" Shin whispered, brushing his lips over the flushed skin of Yuki's neck. "I could kiss you forever and still not get enough."
Yuki bit his lip, eyes fluttering closed. "Y-You say things like that and then wonder why I hate you…"
"But you don't hate me," Shin said, his mouth right beside Yuki's ear. "You love me, remember?"
Yuki let out a quiet, shaky moan as Shin nibbled just beneath his ear. His head tilted to the side, exposing more of his neck.
"I-I… d-don't remember…" he muttered weakly.
"Liar."
Another kiss. Another bite.
Yuki's legs buckled slightly, and Shin caught him, holding him firm. His lips returned to Yuki's, slower now—deeper.
Yuki clung to him, eyes glassy, lips swollen from kissing. "We're seriously going to be late…"
"So?" Shin whispered. "Let them wonder why you're blushing all class."
"You're evil."
Shin smiled. "You like it."
Silence fell between them, broken only by the sound of breath and quiet kisses. Yuki wrapped his arms around Shin's waist, pressing his forehead to Shin's chest.
"…I love you, idiot."
Shin's hand stroked his back, tender now. "I love you too, Kiddo."
Yuki's back pressed to the stall door, his blazer slightly askew, collar loose from Shin's eager hands. Though he wore the standard boy's uniform—neatly buttoned shirt, tie slightly crooked now, and black trousers—his delicate build and soft features made it impossible for Shin to resist teasing him even harder.
"You look too good in this," Shin murmured, tugging gently at Yuki's loosened tie, watching the way his throat bobbed nervously beneath it. "It's unfair."
Yuki gritted his teeth, cheeks burning. "W-Who cares what I look like, stupid! Let's just—get out of here already! Y-You've kissed me enough, right?"
Shin chuckled low, brushing his fingers down Yuki's side until they rested at his hip. "Not even close…"
Yuki gasped as Shin's mouth returned to his neck—so warm, so hungry. He squirmed, clutching Shin's shirt with trembling hands.
"S-Shin…!" he whimpered.
"Shh…" Shin cooed, kissing his jawline, then down again—sucking lightly just under his ear. A faint red mark began to bloom where lips met skin. "I love the way you sound when I do this…"
He gave another bite, firmer this time, drawing a sharp gasp from Yuki's lips.
"D-Don't leave marks, you idiot!" Yuki scolded breathlessly.
"I want everyone to know you're mine," Shin growled softly, kissing the spot again like sealing the bite with affection. "You're so cute when you try to act mad."
"I am mad, dumbass…" Yuki muttered, but his hands betrayed him—pulling Shin closer, holding on tighter.
Shin's fingers slid under the hem of Yuki's shirt, caressing the warm skin beneath. The touch made Yuki jolt, squirming against the door. His breathing became shallow, lips parted slightly in silent protest that never came.
"You're shaking," Shin whispered, voice laced with desire.
"I'm not…"
"You are," he said, smiling against Yuki's throat. "Is it because you want more too?"
"…I-I didn't say that…"
"You never do," Shin whispered, kissing his lips again—slow this time, deep and lingering. "But I can tell."
Yuki whimpered into the kiss, body melting as Shin explored him. One hand remained braced against the stall wall while the other roamed—gliding across Yuki's back, then down, gripping the curve of his rear through his uniform pants.
Yuki gasped and twisted. "Wha—! D-Don't touch there!"
"You're too sensitive," Shin teased, squeezing gently. "It's adorable."
"Y-You're such a pervert…" Yuki muttered, his voice weak.
Shin pressed their foreheads together, breath heavy. "Say it again."
Yuki blinked up at him, confused and dazed. "…Say what?"
"That you love me."
Yuki flushed all over again, lips trembling. "D-Don't make me…"
"I want to hear it. Here, like this. While you're all breathless and cute."
"…You're horrible."
"I know."
There was silence. Yuki closed his eyes, struggling to gather his nerve. His hands slid up to Shin's shoulders, gripping tightly. Then—soft, barely audible—
"…I love you, Shin."
Shin's heart skipped—so vulnerable, so sincere—nearly unraveled him.
"Yuki…"
And then he kissed him again, this time with everything—passion, love, fire. His tongue danced with Yuki's, hands roaming once more, Yuki's body trembling beneath his touch. The heat between them grew unbearable, the air thick with breath and longing.
Yuki arched slightly into him, needy without realizing it. His uniform shirt was wrinkled now, the top buttons undone, revealing the soft rise and fall of his chest.
Shin peppered kisses down his neck, across his collarbone, each touch leaving a trail of warmth and want. His hand slid beneath Yuki's shirt, palm flat against his skin, and Yuki's mouth fell open in a silent moan.
He squirmed again, pulling at Shin's sleeves. "We'll g-get caught…"
Shin nuzzled his cheek, murmuring, "Then you better keep your voice down, Kiddo."
"Y-You're seriously the worst…"
But he made no move to stop him. Instead, he pulled Shin back in—lips colliding again.
They stayed like that, entangled in the narrow stall, lost in each other. Every kiss, every touch, every whisper wove a promise between them.
That this wasn't just desire.
It was something real. Something aching. Something alive.
And when they finally parted—faces flushed, shirts wrinkled, breathing ragged—Yuki could barely stand.
Shin caught him with a grin, steadying him. "Told you I wasn't done."
"…Idiot."
Shin chuckled, gently fixing Yuki's collar and brushing back his mussed hair. "Still love me?"
"…Maybe." Yuki said, but he was smiling now. Soft. Pink.
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END OF CHAPTER : 118 : SAY IT AGAIN, YUKI!
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