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Yuuta senses a conspiracy.
There’s no other explanation for the way every dare aimed his or Toge’s way during tonight’s joint-year game night has resulted in pure embarrassment on Yuuta’s part. Even more condemning is Maki’s shit-eating grin paired with Panda’s poorly-hidden amusement; even the first-years appear to be in on it, given the feral glint in Kugisaki’s eyes every time her turn comes around. At least Fushiguro and Itadori are taking pity on him, using most of their turns on their fellow classmate or Maki.
(Though he wouldn’t put it past Maki to have planned even that, just to throw him off the scent.)
“Truth or dare, Toge.”
“Shake.” Toge says confidently, as he has every time he’s asked, much to Yuuta’s building dismay. So far he’s been dared to hold Yuuta’s hand for the duration of a full round, feed him some of the scattered junk food by hand, kiss him on the cheek, and even seductively whisper Yuuta’s name in his ear. Yuuta’s certain his face will never return to it’s natural tone with how long it’s been stained red in just the last hour.
And maybe if these dares were aimed at any of his other classmates, they would make for a simple, good-natured laugh; but Yuuta’s the one who’s harbored a gigantic, thought-consuming crush for the last year that everyone appears to know about despite his (admittedly poor) efforts to conceal it.
To be fair, despite Maki’s obvious pleasure in teasing him about it at every opportunity and Panda’s less-than-subtle encouragements, he knows the game is being played as a form of support. He just wishes they were less—
“I dare you to sit in Yuuta’s lap.”
—Obvious.
Yuuta promptly chokes on air as the room explodes with his classmates’ reactions, ranging from impressed whoops, to catcalls, to exasperated groans. It is, undoubtedly, the least subtle dare so far. Yuuta kind of wishes his chair was a curse in disguise, so it could promptly open its maw and swallow him whole.
“Tuna mayo?” Toge asks as the ruckus dies down, raising a brow at Panda but otherwise entirely composed.
He’s so unaffected it’s unfair, Yuuta laments to himself as he catches his breath. Even if he’s not the one being dared (a strategic choice on his part so far, even if it’s resulted in some equally humiliating confessions) this is starting to feel entirely targeted against Yuuta.
“Hey, wai—”
“‘Til the next round,” Panda instructs in response to Toge’s question. Nodding, he rises from where he’s been sprawled on the floor and crosses the short distance to plop himself unceremoniously into Yuuta’s lap instead. The noise that escapes Yuuta is not unlike a dying whale.
“W-Wait, aren’t you guys going a little too far?” He darts his gaze around the circle of his peers, desperate for at least one to take pity on him. He’s met with varying degrees of unimpressed expressions instead, save for Itadori who squirms as though he wants to offer help but knows better than to incite Kugisaki or Maki’s wrath.
“It’s not like we’re suggesting anything dangerous,” Kugisaki scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Besides, he could always refuse.”
Yuuta falters at that. “I guess that’s true…”
Toge shifts in his lap, turning so that he’s sitting sideways with his feet tucked between Yuuta’s thigh and the chair cushion, and searches for Yuuta’s gaze. He doesn’t have to work hard for it; he’s nearly always the sole subject of Yuuta’s attention when it can be spared.
“Mustard leaf?” He pitches his voice low in a way that makes their conversation seem more intimate, meant just for them regardless of the full room, and tips his head to the side as he waits for Yuuta’s decision. While Toge’s incredibly competitive and never backs down from a challenge, Yuuta knows he would get up if he asked.
(He won’t. He never said he disliked all the attention.)
Yuuta flashes him a sheepish smile. “No, I’m okay if you are.”
“Shake,” Toge agrees, corners of his eyes crinkling the way they do when he smiles. With their proximity Yuuta can even see a hint of it peeking from behind his muffler, cheeks lifting so that one of his seals is just visible beside the corner of his upturned mouth. It looks incredibly kissable.
He settles in more comfortably, leaning into Yuuta’s chest, attention turned back to the game. He’s so warm, Yuuta thinks somewhat dazedly, and his hair smells like eucalyptus. It takes an incredible amount of willpower not to shove his nose in the pretty platinum strands tickling the underside of his jaw.
He jumps when hands take his from where he’s awkwardly set them on either armrest, uncertain what else to do with them once Toge claimed him as a seat. The choice is easily made for him when Toge guides them to settle around his waist instead, never looking away from where their friends are currently laughing at Panda’s apparent fight (and loss, judging from the way his snout seems stuck) with a jar of peanut butter.
Gradually, Yuuta relaxes into their newfound position, happy to bask in Toge’s warmth and the chaos around them. The next round of truths and dares comes and goes without too much incident; Toge seems to take some mercy on him, having also caught on to the conspiracy, and chooses truth instead. It’s met with less enthusiasm but the game continues. Despite the round being complete, he doesn’t leave Yuuta’s lap.
It’s almost enough to lull Yuuta into a false sense of security; it’s starting to get late, after all, and the wild ideas seem to be coming less frequently as fatigue begins to weigh on them. But then Kugisaki points at them with a wicked grin that sends a genuine chill down his spine.
“Alright, let's make the last one good. Truth or dare, Inumaki-senpai?”
Say truth, Yuuta tries to urge telepathically despite knowing it’s futile. He can see the challenge has reignited Toge’s competitive spirit, lighting up his violet eyes and straightening his spine as he answers without hesitation, “Shake.”
“I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with Okkotsu-senpai.”
“What?!” Yuuta squeaks, but it’s lost beneath the pandemonium of his friends as they all exclaim mixed opinions at once—Maki’s practically singing Kugisaki’s praises even as Fushiguro scolds her for being “too pushy”. Panda looks as close to ecstatic as his features will allow.
He doesn’t get a chance to process any more because Toge climbs out of his lap, grabs Yuuta’s hand, and marches them to the nearest coat closet without a word. The door closes on their friends’ jeering, enveloping them in a blissfully quiet darkness.
“You really hate to lose, don’t you?” Yuuta can’t help but ask, laughing a little to mask his nerves. He receives an answering hum; it’s easy to imagine the smirk accompanying it.
“Takana?” You don’t?
“I still think you have me beat.”
There’s a small huff of air against his collarbone as Toge laughs and it’s now that Yuuta realizes just how close they actually are. Only a sliver of light creeps in from beneath the door but he doesn’t need to see to feel how Toge’s crowding him into the back wall; the closet isn’t spacious by any means, with seasonal jackets and spare raincoats lining the walls around them and boxes of shoes or other miscellaneous items collected around their feet.
His breath hitches in his chest when Toge slides closer, their chests aligning as he uses the hand not occupied with Yuuta’s to grasp his hip. Yuuta doesn’t think it’s to steady himself in the dark, either. His mouth goes dry at the thought, the implications sending his heart into a frenzied rhythm he’s sure Toge can feel against his own.
“Yuuta,” Toge breathes into the air sweltering between them, voice low and husky the way he’d pitched it earlier tonight, except now there’s an undercurrent of desire Yuuta can’t ignore. He pauses and the silence grows taut, electric with anticipation as Yuuta waits with bated breath. His every nerve is attuned only to Toge, primed to act the moment he asks it, no matter the request. The hand on his hip pulls him infinitesimally closer as Toge finally commands, “Kiss me.”
“Yes,” he gasps, like a drowning man, like a prayer, leaning down to meet Toge’s waiting mouth almost before the request has left his lips. The underlying curse intertwined with the words slide over him the way a calm wave greets the shore, fleeting, a mere tickle of sensation rather than any unbreakable order. When his lips meet Toge’s, it’s because they both want it.
Arms encircle his waist, freeing his hands to cup Toge’s jaw and tilt his head into a better angle, slotting their mouths together just right. Yuuta nearly groans at how perfect it feels, the combined sensations of Toge’s soft lips and sharp jaw and silky hair and comforting eucalyptus scent converging into a dizzying experience.
“You’re so mean to me, Toge,” he mumbles against his mouth, pulling away only to press a kiss to each seal (something that requires a few attempts thanks to the combined darkness and Toge’s wide grin at his complaint). “You accepted all those dares because you knew they were trying to set us up, didn’t you?”
“Tuuunaaa,” Toge sing-songs with a chortle, nudging Yuuta’s nose with his own before leaning in to press his own kisses across the ridge of his jaw and down his neck, pausing to add cheekily, “Shake, ume, Yuuta.” Plus you’re easy to tease, Yuuta.
“I can’t help it,” he whines, tipping his chin up to offer the entire length of his throat to Toge’s whims. Every brush of lips sends a tantalizing shiver down his spine. “I’m still getting used to this. I’ve liked you for so long, it feels kind of surreal.”
His sincerity seems to resonate with Toge because he can feel the fond smile he wears when he nuzzles against the base of his throat. The kiss he places there is soft, sweet, like his voice when he murmurs in agreement, “Shake.”
With a chest that feels filled to bursting with affection, Yuuta crooks his knuckles beneath Toge’s chin to guide him up again so he can press a lingering kiss there. This one is slow, leisurely, a reassurance, a reminder of how deeply they care. Toge opens his mouth in invitation, rising up on his toes to get closer as Yuuta draws him in by the waist—
Light floods the small closet as the door is suddenly flung open, Maki’s voice startling them apart when she bites out, “Time was up ages ago, what the fuck are you two do—”
Silence blankets them as she actually takes time to look at them while they watch her expression morph from confusion, to shock, to something borderline murderous. (Decidedly not the expression Yuuta had expected, or hoped for, when she finally learned of his and Toge’s relationship status.)
“Maki, what’s happening? Did they fall asleep in a cuddle pile or something equally disgusting?” Kugisaki calls from her seat further into the common lounge where the rest of their classmates apparently wait for an update. Yuuta doesn’t dare break Maki’s gaze.
“What.” Maki intones flatly, gesturing to their incriminating position and glaringly obvious kiss-flushed faces.
Toge takes control before Yuuta can even think of how to explain. “Tuna mayo, umeboshi, shake. Yuuta.”
There’s another brief silence as Maki contemplates this. Sweat builds on Yuuta’s forehead.
“Let me get this straight.” She squints at them like she’s trying to understand a particularly confusing weapon technique. The rest of their classmates start to creep in behind her for a better look. “You. And Yuuta.”
“Shake.”
“Are dating.”
A collective gasp sounds from behind her but Toge’s affirmation is clear as crystal, “Shake.”
“Since when?”
Toge glances up at Yuuta, squeezing his hand before looking back at Maki to answer, “Sujiko.”
“That long?!” She screeches, flinging the door open wider; it bounces off the wall behind it with a crack that’s barely audible over the utter uproar of their friends who have suddenly crowded around Maki.
“What do you mean they’re dating?!”
“Are you sure you understood Inumaki-senpai correctly—”
“Idiot, of course she did, he couldn’t have been any clearer—”
“No way, Yuuta can’t keep a secret that long—”
Toge squeezes his hand again; it’s all the warning he gets before he’s being tugged forward into a run, the both of them sprinting past Maki’s dropped guard as she argues with their classmates towards the boys dorm.
“Hey! Get back here, you two have some explaining—”
“Okaka, mentaiko!” Toge calls over his shoulder, pausing only long enough to look back and stick his tongue out at the gaping group before pulling Yuuta down the hall towards his room. The girls’ combined demands follow their retreating backs, but no one actually pursues them, much to Yuuta’s relief. He knows they’ll face an intense interrogation tomorrow, but for the rest of the night they’re safe.
“Yuuta,” Toge’s call recaptures his full attention, paired with the way he tugs at both of Yuuta’s hands to draw him in through the doorway. His eyes are bright, ringed in silver from the moonlight pouring in through the adjacent window as it bathes his fair form in an ethereal glow; Yuuta promptly forgets all his worries.
He’s so incredibly gorgeous, he thinks helplessly, following his boyfriend’s lead wherever he wants to go. Toge rests his back against the closed door, drawing Yuuta in with a gaze more compelling than any cursed words, and reaches up to wrap his arms around his neck. His lips quirk up into one of his mischievous smiles.
“Yuuta. Okaka, shake?”
For the first time tonight, Yuuta accepts the challenge. “Dare.”
He’s already leaning in when the words pass from Toge’s lips to his.
“Kiss me."