Log: Shiraishi and Kenya Who: Shiraishi and Kenya Where: Kenya's When: After Kenya's run in with Osamu x: What: Shiraishi is an awesome bff and b/f :P and goes to visit Kenya after he gets worried (Plus, Kenya wanted chocolate :P) and TLC is given~ Rating: PG-13??? Comments: Kenya kind of tells him what happened and at first Shiraishi gets the wrong idea OTL
After what had happened in the club house only hours before, Kenya was still trying to work out how he'd even managed to get home. His mother had tried to fuss over him when he'd ran straight to the bathroom yelling he was going to be sick (he actually almost had been, if only because of the shock...) so he could shower and his parents wouldn't be able to get suspicious. His back, hips and legs were actually killing him though, no where near as much as his backside was though. He spent a fair amount of time in the shower too, scrubbing himself clean as if that would get rid of Osamu completely and would kind of... make him 'pure' again.
There was little chance of that ever happening.
Instead he pulled his pyjamas on, pulled some wristbands on to cover the burn marks on his wrists and crawled into bed in the hopes that it would pass soon. Somehow, he didn't think it would. He posted an angry message of the internet, hoping Osamu at least felt bad about it because Kenya hadn't asked for it. Even if it had felt more than okay at the time. Right then he was a mixture of sulky and angry and people were going to know about it.
Well, sort of.
Once that was done he nudged his laptop onto the side and squeezed his pillow tight to himself, trying to not actually act like a child about it all. His parents were doctors too, they would know and he honestly couldn't face them right then... which was partly why he agreed to Shiraishi bringing chocolate over with his homework. Especially as he'd spent all day in bed trying to forget what had happened (which was a little difficult when your body still remembers every darn thrust and inch of pain that came with it). Now it was just about waiting for him to come by and for his mother to let him in.
That also meant that Kenya had time to nap. He'd been sleeping a lot over the day anyway, especially since he'd gotten out of going to school and he couldn't exactly run anywhere - his body protested to any kind of movement right then, so that wasn't happening. Bed it was.
Needless to say that when Shiraishi saw the message on Kenya's journal, he'd gotten very worried. In fact, throughout the day he couldn't concentrate near as well as normal. Not when he was running a checklist of things through his head so he would remember to bring the various items that might make Kenya feel better. There was the obvious chocolate he'd already asked for, but knowing his best friend he'd make up a care package instead. He didn't know what was wrong, and it was better to be safe than sorry.
Practice had been strange without Kenya, too. Zaizen and Koharu, he'd noted, both looked put out because Kenya was missing. While he himself just obviously missed his best friend. Yuuji had been happy, though. It was the first time in the history of practice that Shiraishi was able to remember not hearing 'you cheater!' uttered by the mimic.
When practice had ended, he'd been one of the first to leave despite being the captain. The mental checklist he'd made was brought back up as he shopped in one of the local stores. Most of what he'd bought for Kenya had been comfort food he knew his best friend ate. Typically the things that would make Shiraishi turn his nose up at, so he knew the other teen would love. And when he arrived at Kenya's house his mother had let him in and told him to go up. He'd promptly thanked her, took his shoes off, and went up the stairs.
Shiraishi knocked softly on the door and waited a response, but when there was none he opened the door anyway and came in to find Kenya napping. He probably shouldn't be thinking it, but he really thought Kenya looked sweet laying there. It also helped his worry to know that at least he wasn't dying or something silly like that. So, he tiptoed over to the bed and sat down softly in an empty space. He even reached his hand out to gently card his fingers through the other teen's hair, smiling down at him.
Kenya... could be really beautiful sometimes.
Only the hand in his hair actually made him stir, more than anything. He'd been napping out of necessity and boredom, so when Shiraishi actually sat on the bed next to him and slid his fingers through his hair, his eyes fluttered open slowly. He'd felt drowsy the more he was stuck in bed, and considering his mother actually had been kicked out of the room when she'd tried to fuss over him... well. He hadn't had the opportunity to actually wake up properly yet.
"Mnngh..." He stretched out only to wince at the aches and pains along his body - which was the entire reason why Kenya had actually laid out on his front and hugged the pillow like that. His arms were kind of dead, but other than that the position was more comfortable than any other way he'd tried. "Kura...?" He blinked up at him, half wondering if he was going delirious, then glanced over at the clock on the table next to his bed. Oh. So it was that late. Oops.
Now Shiraishi was actually there though... well he suddenly felt a little awkward, considering the reason why he'd ended up in bed all day bitching about everything. Osamu had taken advantage of him, and really he was confused about how he felt about that, but now he was faced with his best friend who... he had something with so...
"...Hey," he did give him a warm smile though, as at least now he could possibly cling onto him a little and have some chocolate -- if his best friend had remembered. He knew that seeing as it was Shiraishi though, it was more than likely he would have brought more than what he'd asked for. He tried to sit up then, tilting his head away so Shiraishi wouldn't see the look of discomfort (though the hiss of pain was something else entirely) in his expression.
If only Kenya knew that Shiraishi had faced the same problem of feeling awkward only weeks before. Knowing his own 'innocence' had been lost made him feel a little unsure around Kenya, and then he'd been plagued with guilt because it was someone other than his best friend. He didn't exactly regret it, though. But as it was put, Shiraishi was pretty good with adapting so all of it hadn't lasted very long. Just until he'd found his groove again.
He pulled his hand back when his best friend woke up, though, and held up the bag of goodies he'd brought. The plastic rustled even more as he jiggled it like waving a treat in front of a dog. "Brought you something." Shiraishi smiled. "Your homework, chocolate, and some other stuff."
While Shiraishi didn't see the look of discomfort, he could at least see Kenya being sluggish. He contributed that to having just woken up, but he did find it odd that Kenya looked away. "How are you feeling?"
Kenya just had the problem that he never said he wanted it, so the guilt... wasn't exactly there. It was more like shock, horror and mixed ...possibly masochism in there. He did swat the bag away though, even if he wanted the chocolate in particular (the homework could wait until he was on his own) he actually needed to come around a little first.
His other hand rubbed at his face and he forced his legs up to give Shiraishi more room - though he did tug the covers up with him. He was wearing his tennis shorts, if only because it was still pretty warm and wearing anything long would be too hot - so it was probably good he planned on staying under the covers. Plus, wearing khaki shorts or something similar didn't give much stretch and wearing just boxers and a t-shirt would have been a little too revealing.
"Like I've been run over by a car." He did send his best friend a small smile though, even if he had a tendancy to over exaggerate he was pretty well aware it should only take a few days to get back to normal again. "Unless you mean emotionally, as I have... no idea."
Being run over by a car sounded vaguely familiar to the older teen, and coupled with the emotional comment he actually did get suspicious. At least a little. Shiraishi didn't exactly know that their coach was out to take the team's virtue, after all. If he knew about Zaizen and Chitose he'd be more than a little mad at the older man. Not that he wasn't going to be angry about Kenya - on the contrary, he'd be completely pissed.
Setting the bag down where Kenya could get to it at his own discretion, Shiraishi slid himself higher on the bed and tucked himself neatly into a cross legged position so he didn't take up too much space either. He wasn't sure what to answer that with, other than... "I know pressure points and massage techniques, if you want to take advantage of that?"
What could Shiraishi say? Between all the poison plant research he did learn other useful things. In fact, his knowledge of poisonous plants could probably come in handy for retaliation... hm.
Kenya chewed on his lip for a moment, contemplating for a moment as to how to act around the other. "Maybe in a bit." He didn't really say anything else, but he did kind of twist to flop into him, pressing his cheek against Shiraishi so he could get comfort from him without actually asking. That was much better.
Of course, then he ended up feeling even worse emotionally - now the shock was wearing off. Shiraishi was probably the first person he'd actually leaned against/clung to after the event so... it only made sense, right? Maybe? He slid his arms around his best friend, not even caring that it was insanely uncomfortable, and buried his face against him. He hadn't even considered retaliation or revenge. He just, ideally, wanted to forget it ever happened.
"Just..." his voice was muffled, "want a hug right now, I guess." His voice strained though, and he was actually fighting back tears right then. So far so good, but he had no idea how long he'd hold out with that.
At first Shiraishi thought that Kenya was trying to be cute, but then he went in for a full blown hug... his worry, honestly, spiked through the roof. Especially given how Kenya's voice strained when he said he wanted a hug. That was when Shiraishi's heart clenched and his chest got heavy because Kenya never acted like this before. Not to his knowledge.
It didn't settle well. At all.
He wrapped his arms around his best friend and pat his back gently, trying to comfort him. After a moment, it became a gentle stroking motion as he leaned his own head against Kenya's. Whatever was wrong, he'd wait until Kenya wanted to tell him, though. Even if he was getting a pretty good idea that Osamu had done something very, very terrible.
"Any time, Kenya." Shiraishi spoke softly, voice a little more than obviously worried. "My arms are a 24/7 convenience store for you. Pretty much always open."
Well at first, Kenya was handling it... and then Shiraishi acted well, perfectly by being there for him... and well, before he knew it his eyes were watering up. His fingers clenched in the back of his shirt as he tried to drown out all the negative emotions and cling to all the happiness he usually radiated but it didn't seem to work. Instead Shiraishi's shirt was slowly getting damp instead.
A tiny laugh bubbled up when Shiraishi mentioned his arms being like a 24/7 convenience store though and it did bring a smile to his face, even if it was kind of shaky. "Thanks, Kura."
He shifted a little then, wincing until he was comfortable and he had his blankets half wrapped around the both of them so he could be even warmer, partly so he could talk to Shiraishi and explain what happened without actually looking at him. Partly so Shiraishi would hopefully miss his shirt slowly getting damper as his eyes kept watering until the odd tear was slipping out.
He was Kenya's best friend above anything else. How could he not be there for the other teen when he so clearly needed him? It would be a cold day in hell when he wasn't there for him, honestly.
Smoothing his hands down Kenya's back, he let them rest on the small of his best friends back, where he locked his hand around his other wrist. He allowed him to stay there, and nuzzled the other teens head gently with the side of his own as he actually... well, he did feel the wetness seeping through his shirt, and it worried him like hell, but he didn't say anything about it. Whatever Kenya was going through, he knew he didn't need to feel humiliated on top of it all. So saying anything about it would worsen the situation, when all he really wanted to do was make Kenya feel better.
Which was nice when Kenya actually laughed, though as much as he'd like to ask if Kenya wanted a squishy, it was kind of obvious he did. He was already hugging Shiraishi and all. "Don't mention it."
It was pretty good that Shiraishi would be there for him though, Kenya was pretty darn attached to him now. In fact, he'd probably be pretty lost if the other stopped being his friend. It would probably break his heart, actually.
He was also grateful for Shiraishi keeping quiet about the silent tears too, even if he did need to sniffle at one point. Slowly, he relaxed into him and curled up there, huddling under his covers as well. "Kura..." he paused and sucked on his lip, letting his eyes shut as he tilted his head down. "I just..." his voice was actually almost inaudible, but it was firm this time - almost like he was whispering it out. "I don't know how... to feel." He laughed weakly and reached a hand up to wipe at his eyes angrily, really. He didn't want to be crying and clinging to Shiraishi like he was but... there wasn't much else he could do right then.
"He caught me by surprise and I..." his voice did crack then, even as his face and ears turned a little pink through embarrassment.
While Shiraishi was a pretty smart kid, he didn't quite know what Kenya was getting at. It was hard to piece it together since it was all so vague. But being caught by surprise did seem familiar to him though. Surely that couldn't have happened to them both... right?
Just the mere thought that Osamu would have gotten to Kenya too made him uneasy. Not because it made him less special or anything dumb like that - he wasn't delusional - but because Kenya was so darn innocent it was like a smack in the face with ice cold water sometimes. That was what made him feel uneasy and he hoped like hell that's not what happened.
"Shh," Shiraishi finally said after a moment, swallowing. "You don't have to say it right now if its difficult."
"But I wan'..." His hands tightened on him and his head actually hurt from all the conflictions going on in there. Especially the emotional ones. "I didn't want it then something happened and I couldn't think-" and a classic case of Kenya kicked in where the words came out rushed, like he couldn't get them out fast enough, "I didn't stand a chance either way but..." And Shiraishi's hope that Osamu hadn't gotten to him too went out the window, really, when he said that. Especially the couldn't think, part. Kenya was well known for being pretty dense, but it was obvious he wasn't referring to that sort of 'couldn't think' right then.
"I didn't..." he swallowed as well and peeked up at his best friend, just enough so Shiraishi couldn't see his face, but he could get a tiny peek of his best friends. "I didn't want it to be him." Yes, it was probably good it wasn't them fumbling around and fucking it up, but still... "I wanted..." Now Kenya really did go quiet. "I don't know. I just guess I figured... it's be. Well." His hands clenched and actually hurt from how tightly he was gripping Shiraishi's shirt, but he couldn't really shut up either.
Yes. Shiraishi got the picture alright, and his worst fear confirmed all in one go. What Kenya was telling him was that Osamu had gotten to him, and that he didn't want it. That much he could gather by how Kenya was acting, too. L-like a... He couldn't even finish that thought. It was actually disgusting. His heart fell into his stomach and sat there uncomfortably as his emotions warred with each other. One of them had been guilt, but he squashed it down because this was Kenya's time, not his own and he could deal with it later when it had a more appropriate place.
What Kenya would see when he looked at Shiraishi was the paling of his features and how he looked suddenly ill, though. He felt it, too, and maybe even swallowed a little to keep his stomach from revolting. His own grip tightened on his best friend as he closed his eyes and pulled him a little bit closer to himself. He didn't think snuggling would make everything alright, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to try, right?
Though... he didn't actually have anything comforting to say. Not a damn thing. Shiraishi knew he had to say something though. Like 'it's alright, it's not your fault' or something along those lines, but he wasn't sure he trusted his voice at all at the moment. He might sound too angry and he didn't want it to seem like he was mad at Kenya. So, he turned his head slightly and kissed his best friend gently, trying to silently tell him things would be okay.
That though was actually, in a sense, more painful for Kenya to look at. In the confusing sense anyway. He just wanted, needed, a friend to cry on and cling on to... so the extra reactions... well. "Kura?" He blinked up at him, eyes now dry but they were a little wet in the corners where the tears had gathered but not dropped.
Overall, he didn't think he'd been this confused in his entire life though. Everything was confusing, really. From the loss of his virginity, to his stomach going all weird and twisty whenever he actually sat back and actually considered what he had wanted for when he lost it - apparently especially the part regarding his best friend, and well... his feelings regarding his best friend, anyway. Those were super confusing. Especially considering said best friend was being so quiet now, making him feel uncertain about whether he should have said anything regardless of whether he needed to.
At least, he realised, he'd done the right thing by making his legs and wrists were covered now anyway, if only telling him that much had made him so... off. He couldn't think of any other way to describe it.
It was a good thing that Kenya told him, actually. Now he understood why his best friend had been so angry and wanted retaliation. Shiraishi would stay true to the fact he wouldn't punch Osamu, though, but he'd do something in retaliation too. He had extensive knowledge of poisonous plants and was more than well aware that there were some out there that he could dose their coach with that wouldn't kill him. Just make him sick to the stomach is all.
Shiraishi took a slow breath and buried his face against Kenya's head for a moment. Calming his own stomach down because r-r... he couldn't even think the word! Well, it wasn't a good thing. "This is going to sound stupid," The older teen started, his voice soft and probably by Kenya's ear. "are you okay? He didn't hurt you or anything did he?"
Blinking again Kenya untangled his hands from Shiraishi's shirt and slid one into his hair, looking pretty confused. "No, he just... he was..." God his face was going bright red. "He was gentle I just..." And now words were rushing out faster, muchmuch faster. "I just figured it'd be... well you. After... well lately." His stomach twisted, and he wasn't sure if that was going to only bring him rejection but... "I just didn't realise what was happening until it was too late and... I guess I'm disappointed." His voice went more and more quiet, turning into a whisper back against Shiraishi's ear in return and his best friend could probably feel the heat on his face.
He didn't mention his wrists or being tied down though, because Shiraishi seemed pretty... mad and concerned. Upset, maybe? He wasn't sure what to think about it really. At all. So... he just held his breath and waited for whatever reply would come.
For the second time Shiraishi had been utterly stunned within such a short period. He had been thinking by how Kenya was talking that his best friend had been raped, yet now... it was completely not what he was thinking. At all. Kenya was upset because it hadn't been him. That made more sense somehow. It made it easier to not be mad at Osamu, who he'd still actually trusted as a tennis coach, and was able to trust as a person again now.
However, it also made the squashed guilt come back ten fold. He wanted it to be him, and Shiraishi hadn't even thought about his best friend until he was on his way home. Hadn't felt guilty until they talked again, and it made him feel like a dirty damn cheater. Especially since Kenya had told him, and he hadn't bothered to say anything about his own first time. In his own defense, at least, he hadn't wanted to bother Kenya about it and make him feel weird since they hadn't, at the time, really known where they stood. Now, though, he wasn't sure where he stood. He liked Kenya - probably even loved him - but... it made him question things. Like his loyalty, obviously.
He ignored the tightening of his chest, or at least tried to, as he gently squeezed Kenya. Despite feeling that guilt, he was actually really happy to hear that Kenya had wanted Shiraishi to be the one. So even though his emotions were warring inside him, he laughed softly as he ran his hand gently up and down Kenya's back. "Better Osamu than me, Kenya. He's older and has experience under his belt." No pun intended, honest. "You know what to expect now when we get that far in our relationship."
That was probably an imperfect answer...
Despite being horribly unaware of Shiraishi's feelings of guilt though, Kenya kept on talking as that answer was utterly imperfect to him. Unfortunately for them both the guy was an utter sweetheart and didn't think like that at all. "Hence why I feel so conflicted." He laughed weakly and huddled closer to him, hiding his face so Shiraishi wouldn't see how much he was flushing up. "I don't care about if it would have hurt more or whatever. I don't..." he froze then, because he was what? Thirteen and the word 'love' was almost slipping out of his mouth, so he just... snapped his mouth shut, quick enough it chomped down on his lip.
Ow. Luckily it wasn't bleeding, but still.
He took a deep breath and carried on. "I don't feel ...that way about him. So." He swallowed and let his head slide down a bit to look down, his hair flopping onto Shiraishi's shoulder. "I mean... he apologised after I'm just angry because of how it happened, I guess." Really, nothing made sense to him. He'd been happy in his fast paced, tennis world where he occasionally made out with his best friend and was happy. Sure the bubble had to be popped at some point, but ...really, that way?
The more Kenya talked, the worse Shiraishi actually felt. It made him question his own feelings, and if they were a farce or... something along those lines. Even if he also remembered that Kenya had always been a lot more pure and idealistic than himself. Shiraishi took things as they were, knew things, felt things, played with things, could sometimes be evil incarnate, but now he just... felt like a bad person.
It was probably good that he also felt like he had a lot to make up for, though. At least he knew that much - that he wanted to keep Kenya and stay with him. Keep the other boy in his life, whether they were best friends or boyfriends. Both sounded perfect to him, and he'd start being better at it all very, very soon either way it went.
"The next time that happens, we'll do it together." Again, it was imperfect and there was a whole lot of that going on from the perfectionist Buchou, but... it was forgivable, right? He didn't know what to say any more than a kid his age should. It was unfamiliar territory and for once he found himself bumbling through something, completely unprepared. "Because because we'll both want to."
Kenya wouldn't think of Shiraishi as a bad person either way though. Above everything he was, and always would be, his best friend forever. He didn't plan on leaving the area, so that just meant it counted on whether Shiraishi would move later on in life - until then they were stuck together, even if the whole other side of their friendship/relationship didn't work out.
Honestly though, Kenya had no idea what he was saying either really. It just felt right in his chest when he did. "Kura..." His breath shook for a moment because honestly, even if he'd just blurted all that out, having something said back was kind of... blinding and deafening and he ended up curling his arms around him and clinging on again. "It doesn't have to hapen for ages, either." He laughed weakly. "You make me happy as it is," and that was pure honestly. Their date had proved that more than anything, along with the smile Kenya pulled back to give Shiraishi then, warm and wide and he was... feeling much, much better already - despite not realising his best friend was actually feeling worse.
It was a really good thing that Shiraishi didn't actually care about his own happiness then, huh? As long as Kenya was happy and feeling better, he'd be alright eventually too. At least he wasn't selfish and wanted it all, right?
Actually, Kenya's smile did warm him like the other teen was his personal sun. He couldn't help smiling back, or how his chest felt a little lighter in comparison to only moments before. Kenya was just so darn... wonderful and beautiful. Seeing that he was visibly better was something he was absolutely glad to see. So, he leaned a little closer and up enough to press a kiss against Kenya's forehead.
"Of course not. Snuggling with you is still so much more entertaining than thinking about the dirtier side of things." Shiraishi laughed then, too. If only because things were going to be okay. Or, at least it seemed like that. "But you better be careful with your romantic words, or I'll think you tapped into your mom's romance novels on a bet with Yuushi."
Definitely much better now, anyway. Kenya really just needed someone to guide him back into his little happy pot - he really couldn't stay mad at anyone for too long anyway. Besides, he was more than well aware that he was, in a sense, the cheerfullest on the team and often used that as a team advantage to help motivate people. He was great at that, after all.
Right then though? He smiled even wider and leaned into that kiss, actually feeling a little less tense already. "Good." He pushed himself up then, using it as an excuse. "Now lay down so I can use you as a pillow." He did lean to kiss him properly then though, just once on the mouth and let it linger. "It's not that comfortable like this." He laughed faintly and nudged him a little. "And no, I didn't lose a bet with Yuushi about... anything like that. I just." He shrugged a little. "Think at least the first time should be something you want to remember... not... like that." He pulled a face and automatically let his hand curl around his wrist as he waited for Shiraishi to move for him. That way he could lean over the bed and pick out the chocolate too...
"What else did you bring anyway?"
"Oh, so you're a bossy bottom then? I'll have to keep that in mind." Shiraishi chuckled softly, though it was only a tease. He didn't know or care who was going to take what role in the future. That could be decided then, and only then. When they decided that sex was the next step in their relationship by whatever way it happened. But he did know that teasing his best friend about it would make him flush, and that was perfectly alright.
He did, however, still get a thrill out of Kenya kissing him, though. That novelty wasn't bound to wear off for a while, he figured. It was a nice feeling, after all. And even his guilt was ebbing away again, thanks to his best friend's smile and good cheer.
Laying down as he was told to, he hadn't seen Kenya gripping onto his wrist since he was shifting to get himself comfortable. When he was, he stretched his arms over his head so Kenya had the room to lay down. "At least you know what you want out of sex. I'm still unsure about it." That could be taken many ways, actually. That he'd experienced it for himself or that he was virginal and only had a vague idea. Hopefully the later pinged more than the former. "There's soda, chips, chocolate and a movie in there, though. Figured you'd want snacks and something to watch too."
As predicted, despite what they'd been talking about, Kenya flushed up in a second flat. "Shut up." He did,l however tug the contents of the bag up onto the table next to the bed so they could reach easier before sprawling himself over his best friend, sighing quite happily at the comfort that brought. It was much better like this than how they'd been snuggling before. In fact, Kenya pretty much buried himself against his best friend then tugged the covers up over them both.
"I don't exactly... know." At least with the way he was laid out there wasn't much of a chance that Shiraishi would see his face anyway, that made it a little easier to talk about it. "It just kind of hit me while it was happening. I'd never thought about it before. Ever. So." There is was too, Kenya's poor innocence that he'd now been forced to lose.
"Maybe we can watch it later then." He was referring to the movie, of course, when he said that. Though he hadn't paid any attention to what it was. He was more interested in the chocolate. When he finished speaking he reached out for it and tore the back of the wrapper open with one hand, keeping the other curled against Shiraishi's side.
With knowing the whole picture now, the older teen would contest that Kenya had only lost his virginity and not his innocence. Kenya still acted like himself, the snuggling proved that. Though this was only excluding the knowledge that Kenya had been tied down, of course - that Shiraishi didn't know and it was a good thing he didn't. He might actually deck their coach for it.
He did chuckle softly at Kenya, though. It was hard not to find his best friend's bashfulness amusing, even though the topic had been sex. So when they both got comfortable he kissed Kenya's temple as a silent apology. "Then I guess... we have Osamu to thank instead of condemn?" Shiraishi asked, a little unsure of it himself. "Where we knowingly stand now is kind of his fault."
Well, 'knowing' was relative. Unless they weren't on the same page?
That wasn't even mentioning the bite mark on his thigh either, so Shiraishi was probably lucky Kenya had somewhat kept his mouth shut. He did pout slightly at that though. He didn't want to thank Osamu for it, thank you very much. So instead he just muttered a soft 'maybe' against his best friend's neck, keeping buried there now. He did look confused at Shiraishi's last statement then though - not quite getting it as he lifted himself up a little to look down at him. "Huh?"
He wasn't entirely sure if Shiraishi was referring to that blurred line between them or something else entirely.
The chuckle at least, made him swat at his best friendly lightly, before his hand just curled against his side gently, holding onto his shirt as he snuggled into him again. If anything, his best friend was super comfortable - that was something he never wanted to give up.
Oh. Maybe that was just him then. Uh...
Damn. Now he had butterflies in his stomach. It was the logical next step though, right? The definition of their blurred line. Kenya realized that he'd wanted his first time to be with Shiraishi, and Shiraishi knew he wanted to stay with Kenya for a very, very long time. That meant something. The question was how to ask it. How to define it. But should they? At least Shiraishi knew that their friendship would never go anywhere. That much he could be certain of any day of the year no matter what would happen. So taking it up a notch and knowing it wouldn't be much different than what they were doing now.
Closing his eyes, he let himself enjoy the warmth and comfort of having Kenya lay on him. The security of how nice he was curled there, clinging to him like a teddy bear. That's what gave the butterflies in his stomach the courage to calm down. But jeez, what did he say? "Kenya will you..." He opened his eyes then as he tipped his head enough that he could at least see some of his best friend's expression. "well, do you want to go out with each other? Like boyfriends."
Well, that was partly because... Well for the reason that Kenya was just about to mention, really. Kenya leaned up again, looking even more confused even if his face was slowly turning pink. "But I thought we already..." Okay, maybe he'd made that assumption on his own, oops. But still! It had seemed like it. And well, now he'd made that mistake, he had to ignore the heat in his face as he looked at Shiraishi properly, he could tell the other probably actually wanted to see him say it, right?
So instead of carrying on the thought of him obviously being confused he gave Shiraishi a small smile, kind of nervous himself and his heart was racing a little by then. "So ah... Yeah." He swallowed and let his eyes flicker away, choosing that option because it was less cowardly than him just... well looking away.
That shy smile was coming back too, even if it had meant to be one of those amazing warm and wide smiles it ended up much smaller because of all the nerves twisting around in his stomach, really.
The butterflies in his stomach crashed against each other and plummeted to their doom, leaving him feeling very uneasy and kind of really stupid. Guess he didn't exactly need to ask that aloud, huh? They were kind of already dating, yeah, but... Shiraishi guessed he just wanted to make sure. Unblur the lines and all by vocalizing it so they both knew and didn't act out of turn or something.
"Well, yeah. But now it's official. You're my boyfriend and I'm yours." He chuckled softly at the reply he got and lifted his hand to slide his fingers gently against Kenya's cheek, cupping it a moment later. "Now neither of us have to wonder 'is this my best friend kissing me or my boyfriend'."
Shiraishi, being the perfectionist, didn't like to be unsure about anything. Didn't like internal flailing and general fail moments unless they were meant to be as such. All of this did not sit well with him at the moment, and he really wasn't liking his own answers at all. But it was okay. Once everything went back to normal again, Kenya could take that position in their friend/relationship again and he could do his best to make him lose his cool again. After all, he really did like teasing and Kenya had never been an exception.
Kenya was usually the one failing for the most part though, so that was generally okay. Besides, it was probably only the boys insane ability to feel emotions ten-fold that made him so sure of the fact that he only wanted Shiraishi, really. It was, however, really nice to hear it coming from Shiraishi's lips. In fact, he kind of echoed the 'I'm yours' back, feeling his stomach twist and knot a million times over as that sank in. He could live with that.
He did lean into the hand on his face though, nuzzling it just a little because this felt perfect, even if things had been unsure and such. That was probably why he never really questioned it, it felt right.
Taking advantage of the moment, considering Shiraishi had just mentioned it, Kenya leaned forward to kiss Shiraishi as the hand that had been clutching at his shirt slid up to curl into the ends of Shiraishi's hair. He felt somewhat giddy though, so he was putting more effort into squishing that down so he didn't seem as ecstatic as he felt. Mmm ecstasy indeed.
It was insane just how nice it was to hear 'I'm yours' echoed back at him. That feeling actually multiplied and drowned any guilt he felt throughout the visit as Kenya took the initiative to kiss him once again. Shiraishi could easily say he loved it when his boyfriend did that, mostly because of Kenya's shyness and easily bashful blushiness and knew the courage it probably took to do it. He appreciated it completely.
Shiraishi's hand slid from Kenya's cheek and dipped under the covers so he could rest it on the small of his back. When he kissed back, it was slow, sweet, and pure. Like what he felt for his best friend. Though a moment later, he was poised to whisper against the other teen's lips. He thought better of it, though. Didn't want to spoil the moment by reminding Kenya that they needed to sneak around because of their families, who may not understand. So, he brushed his lips gently over Kenya's to cover up his own hesitation. "It's Speed by the way."
For a moment Kenya actually forgot how dazed he ended up after every kiss, so only a soft 'mngh?' noise slipped out when Shiraishi spoke. Partly because his brain really was too slow at times and he didn't get what Shiraishi was referring to. At all. He did however go with the flow of that kiss, even if the slowness was slightly... well. If anything it made him slightly frustrated and almost distraught - but he could deal with that considering how nice it felt. Nice enough to make a tiny hum noise slip out that was suspiciously like a mini-moan.
Luckily for Kenya though, any reaction he had was delayed for how slowly his brain was keeping up, so even if Shiraishi had mentioned something else entirely... he had something different to say. "By the way," he whispered the words out, flushing hotly as he tried to not laugh against Shiraishi's mouth because that stupid-happy feeling was there, "this is your boyfriend kissing you right now." Just for clarification and all~
Ah, well this time it was Shiraishi's turn to blush too. Even though it was just a very light shade of pink against his natural pale tone. But it was definitely there. That clarification and hum was enough for him to feel just a bit warmer himself. If only for how nice it was, not because he was hormonal or anything. Sex... usually wasn't on Shiraishi's mind where Kenya was concerned.
"Good, because I'd hate for my boyfriend to get jealous of my best friend." He replied back, leaning up a bit off the pillow to press his forehead against Kenya's. "We're really close and all."
Honestly? While he'd been aiming to make Kenya question what he was talking about, this was a lot better. So, he could definitely bypass talking about what movie he'd gotten for him. And he could also take pleasure in tasting the vague hint of chocolate on Kenya's lips from the bar earlier. Somehow... Chocolate and Kenya went really well together.
Before Kenya could help it he was laughing softly against Shiraishi's mouth, unable to really stop smiling. "I'm sure he'll get used to it." He shut his eyes and licked his lips, if only to brush them against Shiraishi's gently afterwards. "And I'm pretty sure we'd get along anyway, don't you think?" Helping him, Kenya let his hand slide under Shiraishi's head to give him a bit of support, twisting a few strands of hair between his fingertips when he seemed more comfortable.
Kenya paused then, slightly hesitant for what he was going to say next but... "Though I admit, if it was anyone else, I wouldn't want to share." It had always been that way though, hadn't it? As much as Kenya got along with everyone, Shiraishi was always the top of the list of friends and well. He knew when Chitose first arrived on the scene he'd been a little wary until he'd gotten to know the guy. Maybe that was something that should have hit him earlier though, ah well.
Kenya's hand under his head was a big help, though he didn't lean much pressure against it since he didn't want his hand going numb. It was straining his neck a little, but he didn't actually care at the moment. He was far too happy letting himself be swept up in their emotional bonding as an acknowledged couple. Though he was amused by the comment of Kenya getting along with himself when he thought of the teen's tennis skill, and the amount of duplicates he could do of himself. And the fact that Kenya could get along with anyone like he tended to do.
But that's where his amusement went a little sour. When 'anyone else' was mentioned. Shiraishi felt the need to assure that there would never be anyone else ever again. So, he wrapped his arms a little more firmly around his boyfriend and kissed him swiftly but sweet. "You don't have to worry about sharing me, Kenya. I'm all yours."
At least Shiraishi was going to keep his own secret of Osamu safely guarded until the day he died. That was never going to happen again, and he would need to set their coach straight about everything. Shiraishi would deck him - none too gently, mind - if he ever touched Kenya or himself again.
The thought of his own tennis skill hadn't actually kicked in there, even if it was pretty amusing. Especially combined with the fact that he really could get along with anyone. He was a pretty good social butterfly like that, the fact that he was so warm and friendly only increased that too.
The pressure of Shiraishi's arms around him kind of irritated the ache in his back, but really he ignored that in favour of leaning into it, trying to ignore the almost possessiveness going on in his head. It worked pretty well though. A soft "mmpgh" slipped out at the kiss though, that nicely squashed down the negative thoughts, at least for then. Really though, Shiraishi had nothing to worry about when it came to Osamu now. He was more than well aware, after his ah rendezvous with Kenya, that he wasn't going to get at either of them again. He particularly didn't want to now because of that, even.
"Hey, Kura?" Kenya smiled at him and stretched to get a little more comfortable. "We need to decide what to do for another date soon," he let his voice get slightly muffled as he murmured it against Shiraishi's cheek. "...Right?" That was basically him asking for another one, but he didn't want to seem super eager, either. Plus, he wanted to make sure he paid his best friend/boyfriend back for their first one.
Actually the fact that Kenya seemed to be eager about another date only made his own smile wider. The question was what, now. They'd already done dinner and a movie, and it was too cold out for a couples picnic or amusement park. Almost nothing for middle ground in the middle of winter. Shiraishi didn't think the aquarium would be much of a fast enough pace for Kenya, either.
"We do. Anything in particular you want to do? I chose dinner and a movie last time." He ran his hand ever so gently up and down Kenya's back, then, figuring the shift meant that he was uncomfortable. Shiraishi knew that pain and knew where it would hurt, so focused on the area with light touches in the hopes that Kenya's back would feel better. Though nevermind how he knew.
Kenya... actually had no idea what. He just wanted to make it up to Shiraishi and spend more time with him. The only two things he knew of for dates were movies and dinner... He might have to, God forbid, ask Yuushi for some advice there at some point. Not directly, of course, though his cousin would probably work it out easily anyway. "D'know..." he admitted softly. "Just... something."
The nice touches on his back helped him relax though, enough or him to let out a soft, happy sigh as it helped some of the pressure there. "I'd probably kill myself if we went skating or something, so that's no use." Which really meant he was running out of ideas. Well. Out of idea. This was precisely the reason why the summer was his favourite season though - there was so much more to do then.
The mention of skating reminded Shiraishi that he had yet to sign them up for ballroom dancing classes, though. So, at least it was something. Actually, he might make that into part of his Christmas present to the other teen. Since, y'know. It was coming sooner rather than later and he had yet to shop for anyone.
"I wouldn't let you kill yourself skating, Kenya. Just watch you fall and laugh a couple times." He tried to sound as angelic as he possibly could, but his amused voice probably gave him away entirely. The happy sigh gave him the idea that he wasn't overdoing the message, though, so he dug a little deeper but hopefully not enough to cause more discomfort. "You could always lean on me, if that's what you wanted to do for the next date, though."
Well, actually, Kenya had kind of forgotten about that - mainly because the idea of it was kind of traumatising... in a sense. Either way, if it helped with training he wouldn't not do it. Though really going to one of those sticker machines seemed like a good idea for Christmas too. Then they'd be able to keep something special other than the classes. Kenya planned on doing all of his shopping last minute anyway, so he hadn't even considered anything yet.
"You know I'd probably fall over and someone would almost skate over me or something." He was kind of melting into Shiraishi thanks to the massage though, enough that he actually let out a tiny moan when a tense knot was finally let loose. "And I'd probably have to cling onto you the entire time, you know I would." It was entirely the truth, too.
Oh, now that moan was encouraging. It let Shiraishi know that was a terribly sore spot that was working out quite nicely. Though he felt he wasn't doing a proper job at it with Kenya being on top of him, even if it was nice how his boyfriend was melting right into him. Because truly, it was grand. "Where all is tense? If you lay on your back on the bed and not me, I could get you better."
Thinking about Kenya skating was probably really only amusing in theory though. He wouldn't mind his best friend leaning on him on their date but what fun would Kenya have out of the deal? It was kind of unfair and he knew it. "We're already doing bowling with the team this weekend, or I'd suggest that." Shiraishi offered as he turned his head slightly to kiss Kenya's neck gently. "Have you ever been go-karting?"
It was working out nicely, enough for him anyway. He didn't really want to move off him though, but Shiraishi had promised a massage later, right? So why not now? It was the perfect moment to take advantage of Shiraishi's skills. "I might not want to move again after though." He laughed faintly, though it was kind of... foggy, considering he really was melting into him. Something Kenya was more than aware of, really. So, knowing that, he sent Shiraishi a slight pout for making him move (not like he really did) and slid off his best friend to flop on the bed next to him instead.
"Go karting...?" Kenya twisted to look behind him then, eyes fluttering at the kiss on his neck. Honestly, though? That sounded like the best date ever. "Is there somewhere near that does that?" His voice picked up in excitement too, even if he was all foggy from Shiraishi's wonderful hands.
Skills that weren't going to waste any time soon. If Kenya had melted with just the minimal amount of work, well. He was about to moan and groan much louder very soon. It might even seem like sex, though it was so much more innocent than that.
Shiraishi shifted to sit up, his knees sinking into the bed beside his best friend as he hovered over Kenya's back. Unfortunately he couldn't sit on Kenya's rear end or back of his legs in order to really do it properly, but this would work just fine as well. He didn't want to aggravate the problem, he wanted to alleviate it, after all. So, when he dug his fingers gently into the skin underneath his best friends shirt, he felt around for the biggest knot and started to work that one out first.
"Probably. I think there's one a short bus ride away, actually. We do live in a major city, we're bound to have everything somewhere." Shiraishi replied amusedly. They lived in Osaka. Besides, it was hard not to hear Kenya's enthusiasm. At least he'd hit the nail on the head since it was a speedy sort of date. "Are you going to school tomorrow?"