14/ And maybe, just maybe, Rintarou will become resson of Kiyoomi's happiness . Would they stay like this forever? Would they grow up as friends? Or… maybe, one day, it would turn into something more. Who knew?.

13/ Maybe, just maybe, Kiyoomi wouldn’t mind him so much

12/ So, Rintarou stayed close. He didn’t touch Kiyoomi again, but he sat beside him, stacking his blocks, letting Kiyoomi watch. Minutes passed, and Kiyoomi’s tense shoulders loosened just a little.

10/ But Kiyoomi just scowled harder. “He touched my hair.” As if that explained everything.

11/ Rintarou giggled again. Kiyoomi was funny in a way he didn’t mean to be. He wasn’t like anyone else Rintarou had met so fussy, so serious, so… lonely so cute.

9/ Kiyoomi huffed again, crossing his arms. His father sighed. “Kiyoomi,” Mr. Sakusa said in a firm voice. “Don’t be rude.”

8/ Rintarou only giggled. He wasn’t used to people rejecting him. Love had always come easy for him, so Kiyoomi’s reaction was… funny. “You’re so grumpy,” he said with a lazy grin, inching just a little closer

7/ Kiyoomi’s face scrunched up instantly. He swatted Rintarou’s hand away, a little huff escaping his lips. “Don’t touch me,” he muttered, glaring at him like he had committed a terrible crime.

6/ Rintarou crawled closer, tilting his head. Kiyoomi tensed immediately, his grip on his father’s sleeve tightening. But Rintarou wasn’t deterred. He reached out, fingers brushing against one of Kiyoomi’s soft curls.

His big dark eyes scanned the room, wary of every person who got too close. Rintarou, meanwhile, sat comfortably on the floor, legs sprawled out as he stacked blocks. He wasn’t looking for company, but he noticed Kiyoomi watching him.

5/ They met as toddlers at a family gathering. Kiyoomi sat stiffly in his father’s lap, arms crossed tight over his chest, curls slightly damp from the heat