The last chapter, enjoy everybody! >w< <3
Hayabusa wearily opened his eyes, trying to get used to the bright sunlight illuminating his room. He sat up and rubbed the last bit of sleep out his eyes before glancing at the TV, where his boyfriend was located. Mitsuyoshi was playing a videogame and wearing little more than his boxers and a pajama top – the latter of which belonged to Hayabusa. The purple-haired midfielder collected his own clothes, which, along with Mitsuyoshi’s, had been scattered all over the bed during last night’s events. Hayabusa put on his own underwear and pulled his top over his head, but decided to leave the buttons undone. He then made his way over to his boyfriend and sank through his knees, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Morning.”
“Morning, Hi-chan.” Mitsuyoshi paused the game and sent him a cheerful grin. “I would’ve waited till you woke up, but you took so long.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Hayabusa planted a kiss on Mitsuyoshi’s temple and briefly brushed through his long, purple locks. As soon as he got up, Mitsuyoshi’s eyes followed him on his way to the mirror, during which the forward suddenly began to giggle. Hayabusa picked up the sound, but thought nothing of it. He started doing that as soon as he took in his reflection. His face was covered in purple lipstick.
The midfielder instantly shot his head back to the other boy, who had silently gotten up and was trying to reach the bedroom door on his toes. He flinched and froze when Hayabusa hissed behind him: “You. Are. Dead.”
Mitsuyoshi turned around and leaped to the side, just in time to dodge Hayabusa’s clawed hands. The forward squealed as his boyfriend began to chase him across the room. He jumped on the bed and tried to get to the other side, but Hayabusa used the opportunity to launch at him with his entire body, managing to clasp his arms around his waist. The boys rolled over a couple of times before Hayabusa ended up on top. He used one hand to pin Mitsuyoshi’s wrist down and the other to bring his lipstick to the forward’s face. “Let’s see how you like looking like a clown.”
“W-wait!” Mitsuyoshi cackled, squirming under the other boy. “Didn’t you see what it said?”
Hayabusa blinked in confusion. What it said? The mess on his face actually meant something? He shot Mitsuyoshi a glare and threatened: “You better not move,” before he got off the bed and approached his mirror once more. He only now realized that his face contained a message, reading “I love my Hi-chan” from his forehead to his chin. After a moment of silence, Hayabusa sighed and turned around to his boyfriend, sending him a defeated smile. “I don’t know what to do with you sometimes…”
“How about loving me back?” Mitsuyoshi went to sit on his butt, his legs crossed, and teasingly undid the first of his pajama buttons. He stuck out his tongue and winked: “I don’t think I had enough last night.”
Hayabusa raised an eyebrow, flashing a suggestive grin. “Oh? I can take care of that. Just let me wipe this stuff off my face, I’d rather not be the center of hilarity while I’m satisfying you.”
MItsuyoshi cackled once more and loosened the rest of the buttons. “Can’t wait, Hi-chan.”
I’m so grateful to all of you who’ve followed the story so far! ^.^ Enjoy the next chapter, everybody! <3
I can’t tell you how much I love HayaYoshi (Hayabusa/Mitsuyoshi) right now, unf. <3 This fic picks up where my first left off. I hope you enjoy it, everybody! >w<
/DERP.
