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“Who are you and- And where are we?” Nicholas frowns, eyes half-lidded, he tries to look around.
The guy next to him seems to be unbothered, he's just scrolling and not even looking at him. But Nicholas is, and he likes what he's seeing.
The stranger looks smaller than him, hair dark red, lips pouty as he's typing something. He's wearing a plaid shirt and simple jeans, but Nicholas finds it really attractive.
This guy is cute.
“Hey?” Nicholas tries again after he clears his throat.
“Uh? Oh, yeah,” he smiles softly, and it's the moment Nicholas gets lost in those eyes looking at him. “I'm Harua. Hope you had a good sleep,” Harua mutters and sighs loudly. “You fell asleep in the library and it was late, and you weren't, like,” he pauses, trying to find the right word. “I thought you must be really tired, so I got you here,” he purses his lips. Adorable.
Nicholas blinks rapidly, running his head through his messy hair, and looks around again.
It's a living room. They're on the sofa. A soft one, with a big purple blanket and a few pillows.
It's comfortable, he thinks, a lot more than in his own apartment.
Wait-
“Did you- Did you really…”
Harua looks at him with the most confused face, tilts his head to the side and hums.
“What? I took you home, cause I have no fucking clue where you live,” he raises his brow, and Nicholas can't help but swallow loudly.
Okay.
No, actually it's not okay.
“Did your parents not teach you about the stranger danger rule? You saw someone sleeping in the library and the first thought was "let's take him home” for real?”
Harua doesn't say anything, just blinks slowly.
“Well, yeah?”
Nicholas can't believe his ears.
This guy must be kidding.
Is he a maniac or what?
“And how did you manage to… Move?”
“I have a car,” Harua says simply, shrugging. “And you're not that heavy, by the way. You should eat more.”
“Is this considered kidnapping?” Nicholas mumbles.
A few seconds of silence. Harua bites his lower lip before he smiles and goes: “You're not a kid, but you were indeed napping.”
Yeah, this is the most cringe thing Nicholas has ever heard.
Yet, he laughs.
Shortly, quietly but laughs, shaking his head.
“You're so weird, Harua,” he almost whispers.
“I’ve been told, um?”
“Nicholas.”
It comes out faster than he thought, so Harua wrinkles his nose trying to hold back a laugh.
“Okay, Nicholas, I hope you're not a maniac or someone like that,” Harua stands up, phone still in his hand.
“And you're saying this? Ha-ha, funny,” Nicholas teases but gets up, fixing his clothes. He looks really bad with his completely wrinkled shirt. “But still, where am I? Like, am I in the same country I was before I fell asleep?”
Harua rolls his eyes. He doesn't look annoyed though, more playful.
He just shrugs once. “It depends on where you were, Nicholas. But- Jokes aside, I did not kidnap you, your friend told me to take care of you since you're overworking, and I decided why not? I'm a good guy, so… He paid me for this.”
“And how did you know he's my friend?”
Harua clicks his tongue.
“He showed me like twenty pictures of you and him together, also almost on most of them you were half naked.”
Nicholas can feel his ears becoming hot, but he smiles, eyes on Harua.
“Did you like them?”
Harua though just bites his lip slightly and turns around to head to the kitchen, leaving him standing there with flushed cheeks.
“Hey! Did you like them?”
“Maybe a few,” Harua shrugs, still not looking at him, being too busy with making some tea. “Maybe ten, I can't remember.”
Nicholas smirks, eyes never leaving Harua's back.
His shoulders aren't really broad, but his waist is so tiny, Nicholas can't help swallow, flickering his gaze up. That's inappropriate, they literally just met.
“What did you like the most?” He crosses his arms, leaning slightly to the edge of the table.
Harua stays silent for a minute or so, and then as if it's nothing, he blurts out:
“Your abdomen, it looks hot when you're wearing sweatpants low on your hips.”
Oh.
So Maki really showed him a lot.
Fuck.
Harua doesn't seem even flustered from his own words, he just turns around and looks him in the eye.
“It's getting weird, so let's take some time, have some tea and then we'll talk about your body,” he narrows his eyes when Nicholas licks his lips, follows the path of his tongue and doesn't even hide it.
“Okay?”
“And then we'll make out,” Harua adds, smirking. “Your lips look kissable.”
Oh, he's so straightforward. Nicholas likes it.
“Your house, your rules.”
“Good boy,” Harua says jokingly for sure, but Nicholas enjoys it more than he should've.
He should thank Maki later, for sure.