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Kei’s never really been one for risks. He examines, he calculates, and then finally he executes what he’s sure will succeed. But still—despite all the sirens in his head that tell him to wait, to think about this, to ignore the impulse—as he’s walking home one night and Yamaguchi’s eyes glow a soft caramel under the streetlamp, Kei slides his hand out of Yamaguchi’s and hooks it under Yamaguchi’s jaw to pull him forward, and Kei kisses him.
Yamaguchi hesitates to kiss back, but surely just out of shock, as he sinks into it soon thereafter. Kissing Yamaguchi is as soft as all his genuine smiles and all his warm gazes and all of his passionate words. Kissing him is quite frankly something Kei should have done a long time ago.
They part after too short of a time, but it had been an impulse, and they are in public, although no one’s around, not that they can see. Yamaguchi still seems to have a mind about him, though—which is more than Kei can say, all flustered and enveloped in the warmth that comes with his proximity to Yamaguchi—so he gently pushes Kei away from him, one of his smiles pulling at his freshly kissed lips.
Kei stares at him, lips parted and breath coming out slow. Yamaguchi stares back, but before hardly a moment passes, he breaks into a fit of giggles. Kei can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out from his chest, either, so he doesn’t.
After they’ve both slightly calmed, albeit with faces red from both the laughter and the kissing—the kissing , Kei can hardly believe it—Kei shakes his head fondly.
“I love you,” he says, smiling and blushing all the same.
“I know. I know, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi replies, lifting up a hand to touch a ringlet of Kei’s hair that sticks out just in front of his ear. “And I love you, too. But you know that already, don’t you?”
“I just had to tell you,” Kei says regardless, just barely leaning into Yamaguchi’s touch.
“I know.”
Yamaguchi’s smiling, and while this may not have been well planned or calculated, Kei can’t bring himself to care.
“Hey,” Kei speaks after a quiet moment, reaching up to Yamaguchi’s hand and intertwining Yamaguchi’s pinky with his own, “To the future?”
Yamaguchi’s grin widens, his grip on Kei’s pinky tightens, and he leans forward to plant a kiss on Kei’s cheek.
“To the future.”