Yuki's fingers clawed weakly at Shin's shoulders, lips parted between gasps, his legs trembling under him as Shin leaned in, breath hot and uneven. Their kisses had grown deeper, slower, but no less intense. Every time Shin's hands wandered, every time his mouth trailed over Yuki's throat or collarbone, it felt like time blurred.
But somewhere in that dizzy haze of warmth and heat, reality clicked back into Yuki's brain.
"W-Wait, wait…!" he panted, pushing gently at Shin's chest, eyes wide and cheeks burning. "We're going too fast! Idiot!"
Shin blinked, his forehead still pressed against Yuki's. His grin didn't fade, but his brow furrowed just slightly. "Too fast?"
"Yes! I-I just confessed thirty minutes ago!" Yuki shouted in a harsh whisper, glancing at the stall door like it might vanish and expose them at any second. "This isn't some trashy romance manga, you know! Or—Or one of those over-the-top high school dating sims!"
Shin laughed. "But those are fun."
"I am being serious, you jerk!" Yuki hissed. "You pulled me into the bathroom like—like we were skipping ahead ten chapters! What's next, a beach episode?!"
Shin tilted his head. "Would you wear a swimsuit for me, though?"
Yuki's entire face turned scarlet. He smacked Shin's shoulder. "D-Don't dodge the topic! This isn't normal!"
"I never said we were normal," Shin murmured, voice softening as he leaned in just enough for Yuki to feel his breath. "But I get it."
Yuki's hands clenched in Shin's blazer.
"I'm not trying to rush you. It's just… when you say things like 'I love you,' when you look at me like that… I lose control a little."
Yuki's heart thudded loudly in his chest. "L-Like that?"
Shin nodded. "You're cute, Yuki. Way too cute. When you said you love me back there, I swear, my brain short-circuited."
"You're the worst," Yuki muttered, but his voice was quieter now.
"So," Shin continued, fingers brushing down to gently rest at Yuki's hips again, "if it's too fast, I'll stop. But you have to tell me. Clearly. Because if you don't, I might keep teasing you until your knees give out."
"I hate you," Yuki said, cheeks blazing.
"I love you too."
Yuki groaned, looking away—but didn't push him off. "…Just… just a little longer, okay?"
Shin smiled softly. "A little longer, huh? That's dangerous, Kiddo."
He leaned in again, this time slower, more careful. Their lips met, warm and gentle. Yuki's fingers slid up to Shin's neck, pulling him close again as if ashamed to admit how badly he wanted that kiss too. His heart fluttered with every slow movement of Shin's lips against his.
There was no rush now. No urgency. Just heat and affection layered like silk.
Shin's hands stayed respectful—gripping Yuki's waist, his thumbs tracing small circles just above the waistband of his pants. Yuki's uniform shirt was still untucked and wrinkled, a few buttons undone, but he didn't care anymore.
The kisses grew deeper again, but not forceful. Shin knew how to read every flinch, every sigh from Yuki. He knew when to slow down, when to pause just to brush his lips against the shell of Yuki's ear, making him shudder.
"You're so warm," Shin whispered.
"…So are you." Yuki's voice cracked.
Shin gently nipped at Yuki's earlobe. "Still too fast?"
Yuki bit his lip. "…No. Not anymore."
His fingers slid up into Shin's hair, gripping just enough to tug lightly. Shin growled with satisfaction, pushing him more firmly against the door again—this time, not with hunger, but to press their bodies closer together. The tight space between them throbbed with tension, but now the tempo was perfect. Intimate. Consensual. Real.
Yuki's breathing hitched when Shin's hands glided beneath his shirt again, this time moving slowly up his back, fingertips grazing his spine. It sent a shiver through him.
"You've got a really sensitive back," Shin whispered. "Did you know that?"
"Shut up…" Yuki hissed, but his voice lacked any bite.
Shin's lips found Yuki's neck again—lower this time, brushing dangerously near the collarbone. His mouth opened slightly, teeth grazing skin, and Yuki gasped.
Another soft mark bloomed there—a small love bite, tender and careful.
"You keep marking me like that and I won't be able to take off my shirt in gym class," Yuki muttered.
"Good," Shin whispered against his skin. "Then they'll stop staring at you."
Yuki's fingers tangled tighter in Shin's hair. "You're jealous?"
"Always."
The kiss that followed was slower, deeper. Yuki arched toward him instinctively, and Shin met him there—arms winding around the smaller boy's waist and lifting him just slightly so their mouths met at a better angle.
Yuki yelped softly, his legs instinctively wrapping around Shin's hips to stabilize himself.
"S-Shin—!"
"Just holding you," Shin said, smiling against his lips. "That okay?"
"…Y-Yeah."
They kissed like that—desperate but tender. One heartbeat. One breath. One shared secret in a bathroom stall where no one could find them.
The warmth of Yuki's body pressed against Shin's in the tight bathroom stall, their shared breath lingering between slow, intimate kisses. Shin's fingers rested just under the hem of Yuki's untucked shirt, thumbs drawing tiny, comforting circles against his skin. Each kiss was slower now, less hungry and more reverent, but no less heart-racing.
Their foreheads bumped gently together as they paused, both catching their breath.
Shin chuckled softly, brushing a strand of Yuki's hair back behind his ear. "So, what're you gonna do tonight, huh? Clutch that giant teddy bear I won for you like a lovesick little kitten?"
Yuki's breath caught. His cheeks flared red again, and his eyes narrowed. "Wh-Why would I—?!"
Shin grinned, leaning in to press a teasing kiss at the corner of his lips. "Can you really get through a whole night without me after this?"
Yuki growled. "Jerk. You've got Ai at home to have fun with, don't you? So don't tease me like this and make me feel lonely."
The words slipped out before he could stop them. His voice cracked faintly at the end, something raw and honest beneath the usual growling sarcasm. Shin blinked, caught off guard by the sudden vulnerability.
He didn't tease this time. Instead, he leaned in again and kissed Yuki slowly—soft lips pressing against his with a tenderness that made Yuki's chest squeeze tight.
Shin's hands gently held Yuki's sides, not pulling, just holding. His kisses shifted lower—along his cheek, under his jaw, and down to his throat again. He didn't speak, but his actions replied clearly: I'm not choosing one over the other. You matter too.
Yuki's arms wrapped around Shin's neck as if afraid letting go would somehow make everything fade. "You're really the worst," he muttered.
"Still here though, aren't I?" Shin whispered back.
Yuki huffed, hiding his face against Shin's neck. "Yeah. Idiot."
The silence between them was thick with heartbeats and emotion. In the small, locked stall, it was easy to forget the world outside. Their breaths synchronized again, every gentle touch magnified by the closeness. Shin's fingers slid under the back of Yuki's blazer, the warmth of his hands soothing against the soft curve of his back.
Shin smiled as he tilted his head down and whispered into Yuki's ear, "You know... even when you're mad at me, you still hold me like this."
"Don't get used to it," Yuki snapped weakly, still not letting go.
"Too late."
Yuki let out a little groan, equal parts flustered and fond. He felt so exposed—his blazer slightly open, his shirt still wrinkled and parted at the top, his hair mussed by Shin's earlier teasing—but somehow, it didn't make him anxious. Not with Shin.
Their lips found each other again, slower now, as if savoring the rhythm. Shin kissed him like he wanted to memorize him—every sigh, every shiver, every soft gasp when their noses brushed or their lips tugged gently apart.
Shin's mouth found its way to Yuki's ear again. "I bet the teddy bear doesn't kiss you like this."
"Stop talking about the damn bear," Yuki hissed, but his fingers were gripping Shin's collar tightly.
"What? Jealous of your own plushie?"
"I'm jealous of Ai," Yuki snapped without thinking.
Shin stilled for a moment.
Yuki's eyes widened, realizing what he'd said. He looked away, cheeks blazing. "I mean, not really, I just... Shut up."
But Shin didn't laugh. He didn't tease.
Instead, he touched his forehead to Yuki's and said quietly, "You don't have to be. I'm here with you. Right now. Just us."
Yuki's throat tightened.
"…Okay," he whispered.
Their kisses resumed, but this time with that new layer underneath—a weight, a depth. Shin's hands slid up to his shoulders, fingertips curling slightly, grounding them both in the moment. Yuki's heart thudded in his ears as Shin began pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses down his throat again, then across his collarbone, each one leaving a mark no one else could see.
"Still okay?" Shin murmured.
Yuki nodded slowly. "Y-Yeah…"
Shin grinned softly, running his thumbs along the hem of Yuki's shirt again. "You've got the softest skin. It's distracting."
"Pervert."
"Hopelessly."
Yuki felt his body heat rising again. Even though he was still fully clothed—still in his men's school uniform, albeit disheveled—the sheer sensation of being touched like this, held like this, felt unreal. Intimate in a way that wasn't just physical.
Shin's hand brushed the side of his waist, thumb tracing the line of his ribs over his shirt. "You shivered just now."
"It's cold in here," Yuki lied.
"It's not."
Yuki narrowed his eyes. "Do you have to notice everything?"
"Only with you."
Another groan. Another blush.
But he didn't push Shin away. He didn't want to.
Instead, his hands slowly worked their way up Shin's chest, resting lightly over his heartbeat. It was strong. Fast. Just like his.
"You're not calm either," Yuki whispered.
"Not even close."
They stayed like that for a while—breathing together, touching just enough to feel. The world outside was far away now. There were no classrooms, no friends, no expectations. Just the scent of each other's skin, the rustle of fabric, the closeness.
Eventually, Shin chuckled. "You're going to think about this all day, aren't you?"
"I already am."
"Good."
Yuki looked up, his expression softened. "You're really annoying, you know that?"
"Yeah."
"But also kind of perfect."
Shin smiled, and this time it wasn't playful. "That makes two of us."
And they kissed again.
Not rushed. Not frantic. But long. Deep. True.
They didn't need anything more right now. Not in that tiny, quiet moment where their hearts had already said everything.
Eventually, Shin broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Yuki's again. "We should get to class before someone gets suspicious."
Yuki groaned. "Ugh. School. Reality. Gross."
Shin smirked. "I'll walk you there. We're in the same room, remember?"
"…Fine. But I'm not looking at you for the first twenty minutes."
"So you can calm down?"
"Exactly."
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.
Shin pressed one last kiss to his forehead. "Let's get back before someone thinks we fell into a toilet or something."
"…That wouldn't be the worst lie to explain this mess…"
They left the stall hand-in-hand. Yuki tried to tug his shirt straight, but the warmth on his skin and the mark on his neck said everything.
As they stepped into the hallway, Yuki glanced at Shin with a rare, quiet smile.
"…Shin."
Shin looked at him.
"I meant it. I really do love you."
Shin's grin softened. "I know."
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END OF CHAPTER : 119 : JUST A BIT MORE...
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