Category: K Project

He would’ve thought he was asleep and caught up in some fucked-up nightmare, if it wasn’t for two things: the pain in his ribs and head, and the fact that he was 100% sure he could never have dreamed up half the things Saruhiko had been muttering behind him. Over the course of the past…

He didn’t have enough familiarity to touch Saruhiko with any confidence, but Yata figured his enthusiasm made up for it. He’d definitely torn loose a few of the buttons on that dress shirt, but it didn’t particularly bother either of them when they were grappling on the bed, skin pressing against skin, breathing quick and…

Yata wasn’t really sure what he’d been expecting the moment before he lost his virginity to be like – falling down onto the bed in a rush of fervent kisses while their clothing magically dissolved, maybe? – but he was pretty sure that being propped up on his knees and elbows with his hands clenched…

“What a surprise to find you here.” Saruhiko’s wry voice barely registered somewhere outside of the game Yata was playing. He didn’t bother to spare a glance back at the source, though. “Huh? Sorry – welcome back. I’m a little busy, though, Saru, could you just…?” He swore at the screen, trying to maneuver. “I…

Yata sat with his back resting (somewhat) comfortably against his bed, an empty takeout container on the floor beside him and a laptop on the table in front of him playing an action movie he couldn’t remember the name of. Not that it mattered. Beside him, Saruhiko yawned for what was probably the billionth time…

“I’m fine by myself, Kusanagi!” Yata grinned back at his older friend, hoping it wasn’t obvious how much he was leaning against the door handle. His head still felt like it was packed in cotton. “It’s not far from here to my place, anyway.” “If you say so.” Kusanagi’s smile had a hint of resignation…

The world around him was made up of a jumble of vague images and sounds. “Yata!” Kamamoto shouted in alarm, just before something struck the back of his head with enough force to send stars shooting across his vision. His mouth felt dry. Saruhiko’s expression was a strange mix of bored and vicious, eyes glinting…

There was a killer headache pounding at the back of Yata’s skull when he woke up – so bad that for the first moment, he just squeezed his eyes shut tighter and groaned. Ugh, why? Kusanagi’s wedding.  The memory came back at once as he started to adjust to the pain – as much as…