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Saiki had shapeshifted into a form that would be completely unrecognizable to anyone he knew, including his own family. He teleported out to a camera free spot in the neighboring city, not wanting to interact with anyone he knew. He wanted an afternoon away from his brother's eyes on the camera, which he thought was fair enough to ask for for one afternoon.
He found himself wandering a mall when he heard a familiar voice.
Aren Kubosayo?
He spotted him with some of his old gang friends heading into the laser tag arena.
Kusou had a fun idea.
He headed in after them, taking the opposing team. It had been a while since he had let a bit loose in sports and what better group to play against than an old gang?
They played the first round, Saiki dodging expertly. It was fun to be a little bit acrobatic, it felt good to stretch out.
Aren and his gang were keeping up expertly, predicting where Saiki would land after all his twists. It made for a good match.
After the round, the group called him over, “Good game man! You wanna play again? We got an hour long pass and you're a great opponent. We thought we were gonna have to play each other to get a good time.”
Saiki laughed, “sure.”
Aren caught Saikis sent- coffee. He sighed blissfully.
Well, Saiki had a new goal now. Get Aren to fall in love with this made up character (instead of his normal identity).
They played another round, Kusou eliminating everyone but Aren. He smiled devilishly. He knocked the gun out of Aren’s hands, pushing him into a corner. He planted his lips against the other boy, smiling into the kiss as Aren inhaled him and his coffee scent. Kusou kissed him breathless, his tongue expertly teasing Arens mouth. Saiki could feel Arens every thought and experience, their chests meeting as Kusou dug deeper. Arens grip on the hem of Kusou’s shirt tightened. Aren was thinking of Saiki, his normal bright pink hair and crisp purple eyes. Saiki leaned into the affection, preening. All him all him .
Kusou backed up, Arens' knees buckling without Saiki's support. Kusou shot him point blank.
“Saiki?” Aren said breathlessly.
Saiki grunted, walking away, quietly wishing he hadn't transformed so he could have kept going. “Sounds like you've got it bad for someone else.”
“I'm so sorry. I just…”
“Its fine. I get it.”
“No, no, you just kissed the life out of me and I was-”
“Thinking about someone else. I get it. Good luck.”
Aren teared up in embarrassment. “I'm so sorry.”
“I think that was my last game for the day. Let the others know, yeah?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
Saiki teleported away the moment he could, covering his lips. Had he really just done that?
Kusou looked in the mirror, letting himself transform back to normal. Would it really be so bad to kiss Aren as himself?
Maybe Aren’s not the only one who has it bad.