Goro was so pretty.
Akira loved to run his hands through his pretty hair, stare at his pretty face. But he was especially pretty at the moment, with his cheeks flushed and eyes closed as Akira gently bit at that one spot on his neck. Goro ran his shaking hands through Akira’s hair and bit his lip.
“You’re so quiet,” Akira whispered. “What’s up with that?”
Instead of answering, Goro captured Akira’s lips.
Akira’s thoughts stopped as his senses narrowed to the lips on his.
“What the hell are you two doing?”
Akira sat up so fast he got dizzy and looked up. Sojiro was glaring down at them coldly.
Beneath him, Goro’s flushed face had blanched and his eyes were wide. He slowly sat up, eyes cast on the ground. Akira reached out, but Goro knocked his hand away. His entire body was shaking like a leaf.
“Sojiro.” Akira tried to keep his voice level. “What are you doing in my room?”
“I was wondering if you would like to try this batch of curry.”
An awkward silence filled the room. Goro still didn’t look up, and Akira still didn’t look away from Sojiro. He wrapped an arm around Goro, who didn’t knock it away this time.
“So, are you going to kick me out? Because if you are-”
“Jesus, kid!” Sojiro’s eyes were wide. “Hell no. It’s-I was just shocked, that’s all. Look, I just- I figured I would catch you with a girl, that all, not…”
“...Goro Akechi.” Akira’s voice remained calm. “Though if things ended up differently, you might have caught me with a girl.”
Another awkward silence settled over them. Sometime during the conversation, Morgana had climbed up the stairs and sat down between Akira and Sojiro, watching carefully. Akira made a note to buy him the best sushi available the next time they were out.
“Let’s try this again. Sojiro, this is my boyfriend, Goro Akechi. He’s a regular customer of yours.”
Sojiro finally looked down. “There’s curry downstairs if you boys want some. Make sure you’re decent.”
After Sojiro’s head disappeared from the attic, Akira released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
“Goro? Are you okay? I’m so sorry.”
Goro stood up with a shaky smile as plastic as the ramen bowl on Akira’s shelf.
“I’m afraid I have to go.”
Stupid question. Of course he wasn’t okay.
“It’s okay if you need some time alone. When you’re ready to talk, I’ll be here. Text me. Or call me.” Cautiously, Akira pulled Goro into an embrace. “I’m your boyfriend, which means I’m still your friend. I’m here for you.”
Goro collapsed into the embrace. “How are you so perfect?” he whispered.
He pulled away and went downstairs without a backwards glance. Moments later, he heard the outside door open and close.
Akira collapsed back onto his bed. “I’m not,” he whispered back. A perfect boyfriend wouldn’t hide things. A perfect boyfriend would have-
“I’m so sorry!” Morgana yowled. “I was asleep downstairs… I had no idea he was going to come up. I should have warned you.”
“Goro would have heard you. It’s okay, Morgana. I couldn’t have asked for better defense. Next time we’re out, I’ll buy you some sushi.”
Morgana jumped on the bed and butted his head on Akira’s. “Are you okay?”
Akira sighed. “I’m worried about Goro. He was so scared, and I couldn’t…” He trailed off.
Morgana purred and rubbed his head against Akira’s. “It’ll be okay. It always is with you.”