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Yeah, so since this is going to be more than just three scenes, I decided it's best to stick 'em all in one thread so people wouldn't be opening the smut compilation and getting feels over boners.

Opening scene for the Hideaki route, odd that it's H

[No, I don’t believe you. He’s just going through a phase.]

She’s adamant in her disbelief, but I still try getting her to accept the truth.

[I’m telling you; yesterday he was flirting with me.]

She screws he mouth up in anger, the pace of her signing becoming faster as she responds.

[He was eating a Popsicle Hisao! Maybe you should try pulling your mind out of the gutter!]

I sigh audibly, trying to get her to realize her little brother prefers the men folk, but her stubborn personality makes this like trying to run a marathon with my heart. I almost can’t take it anymore, ever since Shizune and I decided to remain friends Hideaki has been constantly coming on to me. He’s been flirting in subtle ways as fellating a frozen treat, to such blunt ways as trying to hold my damn hand in public, or sitting ridiculously close to me.

I guess it’s my fault after all, I did err… lead him on after his sister and I had the big argument.

It was after school had ended, we’d not quite broken up, but we were on the edge. I wanted to keep it going, holding onto that shred of what we were in school, but Shizune knew it was over. We’d blown up at each other during a camping trip, and I ended up raiding her father’s liquor cabinet at the cabin we were staying in. Hideaki approached me when I was far too gone to care about what I was saying, and basically said that if he were in his sister’s position he wouldn’t give me up.

And then we kissed.

It was short, this simple peck that’d opened up the fucking floodgates from there on. If I had known that one drunken kiss would somehow make him believe that he had a chance I wouldn’t shut him down weeks ago.
Buuuut I didn’t… fuck my life.

Ever since we decided to keep our friendship, Hideaki tagged along every time Shizune and I hung out. He still wore girly clothes, with his hair all done up with hair clips, and even wore fucking perfume. It was odd in public, this effeminate boy hanging onto me like a lost puppy as I tried to make small talk with his sister about idle shit.

I got a lot of looks, I’ll tell you that.

Like I said before, I’ve been trying to bring Shizune around to the idea that her brother is gay, but she’s not having any of it. She’s like that probably because Jigoro would disown him, but that makes sense because she’s the protective older sister type.

Tonight though, I’m gonna change her mind.

The plan is simple, I left my laptop webcam recording, and my intent is to lure Hideaki into my room tonight to catch him in the act of seduction. I’m probably a bit cocky in assuming that Hideaki is going to outright pop into my room with the intent of jumping on my dick, but with his recent bluntness I wouldn’t be surprised.

With the trap set, I return to my company downstairs, and join them in playing a board game Shizune dragged out of my basement. It’s Monopoly, Shizune already owning the majority of the properties, and Hideaki smiles at me as I sit down.

[About time, it’s your turn to roll.] Shizune signs at me harshly, still angry about our conversation from earlier.

My roll ends up shitty, losing a quarter of my remaining paper money to Shizune’s hotels. Hideaki rolls next, barely managing to avoid losing some of his money, and he grins at me as he pumps one fist into the air. Shizune roll last, landing on her own property, and takes a few minutes to debate on paying for another hotel on the unoccupied space.

“Hey, wanna make a bet?” he asks me, taking advantage of Shizune’s preoccupied state.

I nod at him, wondering what exactly he’s got in mind.

“The bet is to be the one who loses last,”

He’s referring to the fact that Shizune HAS won, and that all we can do now is try to hold onto our money for as long as we can. It’s a pretty fun bet I have to admit, but I’m curious as to what I could lose.

“Alright, what are the stakes?”

He grins at me, adjusting his glasses in the same fashion Shizune always does before answering.

“If I win, then I get to sleep in your bed tonight, and if you win then I’ll be your slave for a day,”

I scoff, either way he kinda wins, but that’s about how he handles these types of things. I decide to play with him a bit, tease him about the stakes.

“So if you win, then I have to sleep on the couch?” I ask, acting dumb.

“W-Well n-no…” he plays with his hands whilst avoiding my eyes.

Aha, he’s being shy about it now, cute Hideaki.

“So whaddaya mean then? I gotta sleep on the floor?”

“I-I mean t-that we could s-sleep together… l-like a sleepover!” his eye meet with mine again, shining with childish glee.

“But we are having a sleepover Hideaki, does this mean your sister is sleeping with us too?”

“N-No! Just us,” He huffs.

I have to admit, teasing the little brat is kind of fun, especially seeing his reactions to my false stupidity. The way his face scrunches up in frustration makes me chuckle, and to be honest he does look cu-
Jesus what am I even fucking thinking, this is my best friends brother, not some GIRL in a coffee shop or something.

“Alright, you’re on then,” I agree to his bet, this wide smile crossing his face as Shizune eyes both warily.

[What are you talking about?] She signs slowly.

[Nothing, just talking about girls, Hisao was giving me some tips~!] Hideaki lies.

Shizune gives us the same wary look before declaring her turn over, and several turns later I find myself devoid of my cash, looking at an overjoyed Hideaki.

[I fold; it’s time for bed anyways.] He signs to Shizune hopping up off the ground.

She gives us that same look again, eyes narrowed in an attempt to discern our motives before she throws her hands up, a silent sigh escaping her mouth.

[Whatever, I was getting bored winning anyway. I’m taking a bath.] She signs before stomping off upstairs.

The second she’s out of sight Hideaki is snuggled next to me, devilish grin spreading across his face.

“I’ll wait until Shizune is asleep, so leave the door unlocked okay~?”

I barely manage a nod before he’s skipping off upstairs, to do God knows what before tonight, and I trudge upstairs to my own room. I double check my camera, making sure that it will indeed catch Hideaki’s visit, and my refusal of his advances.

I feel strange though, refusing him that is, he seems so happy about it.

I… I don’t want to see him sad, even if that mea-

No, I’m not fucking my best friend’s brother, that’ not happeni-

He does look like a flat Shizune though, and he does look cute in ti-

Oh for fucks sake brain! I am not gay, this isn’t fucking happening!

My mind drifts to him in those short shorts, the little bit of his butt peeking out, and the way he looks in those tights.

Fuck me; I need help, like serious help. I’m not gay, I don’t like… FUCKING TRAPS!

I spend a few hours reaffirming my manliness with a selection of erotica online, watching several adult videos, and I’m just about to choose one to relieve myself to when I hear a light knock at my-

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck…

I close the videos, checking the webcam one more time for luck, and I tell him to come in. He’s draped in a thin blanket, obscuring whatever he is (or isn’t) wearing at the moment, and I give him a puzzled look as he shuffles in. I’m wondering why the hell he’s shuffling instead of walking like a normal person for a second before he reveals the reason.

He drops the blanket of his form, displaying an outfit that I’ve never seen outside of pornography.

He’s wearing these sheer red tinted stockings, attached to a matching garter belt, and this scarlet see-through top that fell down to his hips. Where he found the panties though, I’m not planning on asking, as I doubt he bought the lacy pair during a family outing. His outfit is completed by a pair of shiny stiletto heels, colors matching his top of course.

It’s about this time I notice that I never zipped my pants up, and my erection has slipped through the hole in my boxes. Hideaki notices this, a blush crossing his cheeks, and his arms cross over his flat chest as his eyes move toward the ground.

“Shit… I’m sorry,” he mumbles, slightly embarrassed for some odd reason.

“Sorry for what? I was always taught not to be ashamed of my body,” I slap myself mentally, regretting the shitty line.

“I-I can see that…” he stumbles, eyes gravitating towards my cock.

He’s nervous, tripping over his own feet as he moves toward me, and he falls right into my lap. He feels… good, the texture of the top and the stockings against me causes my erection to twitch in anticipation.
Before I know it he’s straddled me proper, arms wrapped around my neck, and he pulls me into a long kiss.
Well shit… if I’m gonna stop this I should stop now.

He breaks the kiss, a thin trail of glistening saliva hanging between our lips, and he gives me this sweet smile.

“I-I’ve been thinking about doing that again ever since you stole my first,”

I can’t stop myself, the way he looks at me drives me crazy, this shy look of pure happiness at achieving the goal he set a long time ago makes me toss any logic out the window.

My hands grope his ass, kneading the supple flesh as he kisses me again, his lips having the faint taste of blueberry chapstick. His hands work their way into my hair as I slip my fingers under the panties, working their way closer to his hole, and finally breaks away to breath.

“W-Wait, do you ha-,”

I cut him off with a kiss, removing a hand to fumble with my desk drawer, and pull out a small bottle of lubricant. I keep it around for self-relief of course, but it’ll serve well tonight. I tear through the lace, ripping the flimsy garment to shreds before continuing my fondling.

“H-Hey, those weren’t cheap~!” he whines, removing his hands from my head to start undoing my shirt.

Seconds later I can feel his hardened nipples against my bare chest, and his own erection grinding against my own. If I were in a right mind, I would’ve moved to the bed by now, and removed my clothing fully. Right now however, my dick is guiding me, and it begs for release. I fumble for the bottle of lubricant, blindly squeezing a huge dollop onto the top of Hideaki’s crack, the cold liquid causing him to go still with shock.

“You could’ve warmed it up first!” he proclaims, moving one hand to my erection and slowly pumping it.
I don’t respond, instead I smear the liquid over his ass, penetrating his butthole with one errant finger.

It slips in quite easy, making me wonder if he’s played with it before, and he start moaning into my mouth as I work my finger in and out. I quickly another finger to the mix, worming both digits around erratically to loosen him even further, and he actually starts pushing his ass INTO my hand.

“I-I want… I w-want it~!” he moans loudly, lifting himself up so I can position myself for the act that’ll revoke my heterosexuality.

He’s incredibly tight still, despite my fingering, and I struggle not to come too fast as he starts to rock his hips on me. His hands grip my hair tight, almost painfully so, and he mashes his mouth on mine in lustful fervor. My hands find his hips, urging him to speed up, and I feel his pre-cum spread along my chest when his erection rubs against me.

I don’t know how much time passes, my mind is lost in how taboo the act is, and I grunt as he starts bouncing on me. The heels allow him the extra height to pull almost completely off me, and slam back down with the help of my hands. His pre glistens on my chest in the light of my desk lamp, his cock sliding up and down against me with each bounce, and his moans grow louder as he goes faster.

I’m glad Shizune can’t hear, because the noise of our moans echoes through the room and so does the sound of his ass sliding along my length with the help of the lube. His bounces are furious now, like all his energy is focused on impaling himself on me, and I’m teetering on the edge when he comes. His cock twitched violently, spraying thick ropes of hot sperm over my chest, and he continues to grind against me as he rides out the orgasm.

I climax shortly after he does, the way his anus rapidly clenches and unclenches my shaft drives me straight over the edge, and my balls clench up as I blow my load into his ass. The feeling of him vibrate around me while I come makes it seem ten times better than normal, and I strain to empty myself into him.
After our orgasms die down, I cast this glance down at Hideaki as he rests on my chest. His eyes are drooping, tired from the exertion, and I am as well. I don’t say anything to him, just picking his rather light form up, and carry him to the bed. I set him down lightly, letting him take off his clothes, and I remove my own as well. I climb into bed with him, both of us nude, and he cuddles up against me with a content sigh.

I look down at him again, wrapping my arm around him, and debate just what the FUCK I’m going to do in the morning. Eventually I just decide to deal with it in the morning, and drift off to sleep.

Hisao takes Hideaki to the movies

“Hisao, we’re gonna miss the moooviiieee!!”

I look up from the book in my hand, turning my head toward the source of the whining. It’s Hideaki, face scrunched up in a pout/stern look at the end of the aisle. He’s dressed up today, more than normal, short shorts traded out for a navy blue skirt, white knee highs, and white blouse with a pair of black flats to complete the outfit. He’s changed even more since that night, going from androgynous to pretty much full female. His hair is longer now, almost down to his shoulders, and a recent trip to a stylist makes it look surprisingly good on him. Of course he kept that little twinge of hair, and the hairclips that pin one side behind his ear.

Like I said, a little dressed up, but it is our first date after all.

We’ve technically been together over a month, but… it’s been difficult.

Shizune caught us that morning, basically pulling Hideaki out of my bed and signing so fast that I couldn’t keep up. Hideaki did though, never told me exactly what she (or he) said, but calmed her down enough that he could slip me his number before she dragged him off. We communicated for a while in text and email after that, Shizune not letting us interact in person, basically trying to sever ties between us.

I can’t blame her really; I did fuck her little brother, despite it being his decision.

Well, after two weeks of being quarantined, Hideaki finally managed to talk Shizune into letting us hang out together… the three of us.

Imagine the most awkward situation you’ve been through, and then double it.

That’s what it was like.

Again, I totally understand why, but she took it a bit too far. It got to the point where she’d stand in-between us, and even to where if we got looks she’d hold my hand and act a bit lovey dovey.

That’s when it got ugly.

We were in the middle of a park when Hideaki snapped, signing faster than a machine gun, startling Shizune with how angry he was. Again, I couldn’t keep up, just watching as they argued via hands until Hideaki balled his fists and glared at his sister.

“He’s MY boyfriend! You had your chance, and YOU left HIM!”

I’ve known Shizune for a while now, and if there’s one defining quality she has it’s that she’s one of the strongest people I know.

But that broke her.

She gave me this look, the saddest look I’ve ever seen, and just started crying. We eventually managed to calm her down, and she apologized to Hideaki for her actions, and after a very quiet car ride home I got to have an even more awkward experience.

Jigoro catching myself and Hideaki kissing.

It was at that moment I thought my life was over. All I saw in my mind was a flash of steel and spray of bright red blood, but I was horrified/relieved when Jigoro started laughing, and then he patted me on the back with one meaty palm. Apparently he never expected Hideaki to be manly, and wasn’t surprised with his homosexuality in the least. Also I think he was just happy that Shizune and I weren’t dating.

Things got a lot better after those debacles, our only bar for dating being my schooling, and the minimum wage job I kept for spending money. Thankfully though, I managed to wrangle a weekend off, and treating Hideaki to a movie. Before that we wandered around the mall the theater is attached to, the entire thing was done up in a mixture of 80’s American and current Japanese style. It’s this weird clash of neon, bright colors, and technology that Hideaki completely adores.

The bookstore was our last stop, and until now I was looking at this biography of a French philosopher. Dude was a mathematician and writer as well, but the most interesting part of the book was the cover. It was this painting of the man staring directly at whoever picked it up.

It felt… weird.

Like, he was compelling me to do something, bending the fabric of time in order to deliver a message.

A message… to give someone th-

“Onii-chan… we’re gonna be late…”

Oh you fucking brat.

Hideaki giggles as he rushed off around the corner, knowing that calling me by that fucking name would get me immediately. I chase him around, eventually catching and pulling him into a kiss. A kiss that quickly progresses into us making out in that aisle, Hideaki wrapping his arms around my neck as I place my own on his hips. I almost forget that we’re going to be late when Hideaki’s phone beeps loudly and he breaks off.

“C’moooooon~!” he whines, pulling me out of the store.

I follow him out into the crowd, keeping an even pace with him as he gazes around. Every once in a while though his hand bumps mine, accidental I think until about the tenth time and I realize something.

He wants to hold hands.

Well… I’m an idiot I guess.

I quickly grab his hand, noting how he immediately seems to get happier, and I get this slight feeling of accomplishment at getting something right on the first date.

We reach the theater in record time, and grab some concessions before grabbing a seat perfectly level with the center of the screen, getting comfortable right before the previews begin to show. The movie we’re here to see is a typical monster movie; trailer for it was about some kids pissing off a swamp creature, pretty generic really. I’m honestly surprised that Hideaki wanted to see it, and it isn’t until the first monster kill that I figure out why he picked this one.

“Wah!” he exclaims as some random girl gets mauled, wrapping his arms around mine in a bear hug.

Realizing what he wants, I pull my arm free and lift up the armrest, allowing him to scoot a bit closer as I drape my arm over him. He cuddles up close to me, burying his face in my chest each time something scary happens.

I can’t lie, him being this close feels really good, and I feel like I’m on top of the world each time he cringes in fear.

The next time he cringes I chuckle a little as I run my hand through his hair, leaning down to plant a kiss on his forehead. He looks up at me with a sheepish smile, and I can’t help but kiss him again, quickly pecking his lips with the intention to return to watching the movie.

But one kiss turns into another, which turns into another… and another.

Before I know it we turn into that couple, the ones who spend most of the movie making out instead of actually watching the film, and the movie is almost over when we finally break off. Blushing slightly, I pull him a bit closer as we watch the last little bit of the climax, and we end up being the last couple out of the theater.

The bus ride home is quiet, most of it spent with my arm around Hideaki, and one of his iPod headphones in my ear. He listens to mostly J-Pop, stuff like Vocaloid and Kyary Pamyu Pamyu, but surprisingly tonight he’s listening to old teenage romance shit. Some song about swinging and moonlight that I can barely stand until I notice that he’s fallen asleep on my chest, this look of contentment displayed on his face as his chest slowly rises and falls.

I let him sleep until our stop, gently shaking him awake and getting off the bus with him.

“Hisaooo… I’m tiiiiirrrreeeddd…” he quietly grumbles, rubbing one eye with his hand.

I turn back toward him, this… really stupid idea crossing my mind.

“Hisao what’re you doing?” he asks as I drop to one knee.

“I’m giving you a piggy back ride home, c’mon,” I reply.

“B-But your heart… you could have an attack,” he argues.

“Shush, you’re like 130 pounds soaking wet, now get over here,”

He doesn’t reply, silently climbing on my back and wrapping his arms around my neck as I stand up. He’s really not heavy at all, and I feel like I could run the rest of the way back to his house, but I settle for walking slowly to drag out the inevitable end of the night. As I walk Hideaki manages to fall asleep on me again, using my shoulder as a pillow forcing me to pay attention and make sure he doesn’t fall off.

Eventually we reach Jigoro’s house, and I wake Hideaki up again as we reach the door.

“C’mon, time to go to bed,” I shrug my shoulders to jostle him.

“Nnnn, don’twanna,” he grumbles, tightening his hold on me.

“You gotta go to bed Hideaki, you have school tomorrow,” I let go of his legs, making him yelp as he’s forced to balance himself.

“M-Meanie,” he says with a pout, crossing his arms.

“Yea yea, but you have school, and I have work. So… I guess this is goodnight…” I drag out the last bit, unsure of what to say next.

Fortunately nothing needs said as Hideaki jumps on me, pulling me into another kiss, and again my hands wrap around his waist as I return the kiss with equal fervor.

I want him, I want to take him the same way as that night he came into my room, and honestly I probably could. Jigoro isn’t even home right now, off at some bar with a friend, and Shizune is at university all the time.

God do I want to take him inside right now… but I can’t.

It’s our first date, it doesn’t matter whether we’ve done it before or not, I intend to start this… relationship off right.

I break away from him, giving him a hug before he goes inside, and turns to smile at me as he closes the door.


An image done by a very good friend.

Study Hours
Hideaki spends the night with Hisao, and tries something new


I flop my head onto the desk, groaning at the essay I’m “supposed” to finish. It’s three pages long, over the Meiji Era of Japan, just the basic outline of that section of history, but I’m not going to finish it.

I’m… preoccupied.

By that I mean Hideaki is currently taking 90% of my attention.

Just 90% though, the other ten is still trying to pull me back to the boring essay.

He was on a half-day today, and tomorrow school if out anyway, so he decided to surprise me at my campus. It was pretty funny to see other guys hitting on him in my dorm, his combo of spaghetti-strap top and capri’s keeping his female illusion up enough that they ignored his flat chest. I had to sign him in under his name, which got us both a look, but I really didn’t care because I was actually glad to see him.

It’d been a week since our first date, and most of our talking was done via webcam this time around. It was obvious we missed each other though, Hideaki had that look in his eyes, and I’m sure I did too. We always ended our sessions by pressing a hand against the screen.

Corny I know, but it makes him smile.

Of course, I didn’t expect him to miss me in an entirely separate way either, and now I’m slightly frustrated by the fact that I’m going to have to rush this essay later.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I look down between my legs where Hideaki has situated himself on splayed knees.

He gives me this slight pout, like I’ve just scolded him for playing too loud, and begins to fiddle with my belt.

“I really want to try it, b-but I can stop if you don’t want me to,” he stumbles over his words as he hits a snag in my belt loop, his cute stutter reminding me of Hanako before she got into the newspaper club, and made a few new friends.

“No, you’re fine, just was making sure this is what you really wanted,” I lean back, letting him finish unbuckling my pants, and slide down my zipper.

He reaches into the open fly of my boxers, slowly dragging the tips of his fingers down my already hardened shaft, mouth opening a little as he moves to grasp it.

“It’s harder than I remember,” he near-whispers, eyes transfixed on my cock as his pulls it into view.
I almost want to roll my eyes at that, but I realize he’s slightly right. This is the hardest I’ve been in a long time, and I think it’s because we haven’t done anything like this since that night. I haven’t even had time for self-pleasure with my workload either.

My thought process is interrupted by Hideaki again, as the tip of his tongue grazes my head, swirling around and making the tip glisten in the light from my desk lamp. He’s careful about it, or maybe awed, I’m not really sure because I’m not in his position, but he does seem to be taking his time with it all.
His hands run along the sides slowly, causing me to involuntarily twitch, and Hideaki giggles. He grasps me again with one hand, sliding the other back inside my boxers to pull my balls out, and begins to gently play with them as he jacks me off. It feels great, and only gets better as I watch Hideaki’s face as he toys with me. This look of curiosity mixed with lust and a hint of anxiety that he might be doing something wrong.

“It’s a lot bigger up close…” he murmurs before positioning his mouth over me.

Freeing one hand up to tuck one side of his hair behind an ear, he lets his tongue slip out as he descends on me.

Oh god, it’s so warm, and wet… and tight.

I’m glad it’s not like the videos I’ve seen, the loud slurping along with stupid amount of saliva dripping from the girl’s mouth, and the awkward dirty talk. Instead it’s almost dead silent, Hideaki making almost no noises as he fellates me.

He starts slow, taking in more and more each time he moves, lips sealed around me with how hard he’s sucking. The places he’s not reaching are covered by his hand, wrapped tight around me and moving in rhythm with his mouth. It feels great, not one part of me is being un-stimulated by him as he indulges what I can only guess is a secret desire, or some sort of goal he’s set for himself.

He begins to move faster, having figured out how much he can take in, and now his hair swishes with the motion of his head. He’s forced to fix his hair every few seconds, and it’s now that I realize where his other hand has been. Looking down between my legs I see he’s undone his pants, erection swaying above the yellow striped panties he’s wearing.

Cute… I guess… wonder where he got those.

His hand goes back and forth from his hair to his own cock, stroking it in rhythm along with his bobbing when not fixing the wild strands. He works wonders on me, swirling his tongue around me while I’m inside his mouth, and even twisting his head to add even more stimulation along with the almost constant tugging of the hand still grasping me.

It feels good, too good… oh god Hideaki it-

I groan loudly, my vision going white as I come, cock twitching in his mouth as I unload my saved load onto his tongue.

He doesn’t back off, nor does he stop moving, instead he increases his pace the second he tastes the cum, and I feel him moan quietly as he comes as well, a splash of liquid dampening my pant leg as he rides his orgasm out while still sucking reverently on me.

I guess he saved up too.

As we come down from our peaks, Hideaki gives me this shy look as he quickly gulps down the mouthful of sperm, blushing as he slips his now deflating cock back into the panties.

I feel tired, really tired, but good… like I just lifted a weight off my shoulders.

Like the combined stress of work and school just melted away with one orgasm, and now I’ve spent so much energy that all I can think about is sleep.

I stand up, letting my pants fall off, and I help Hideaki stand, giving his a deep kiss once we’re both up.

“Wah, what’re you doing Hisao?” he squeals as I pick him up, his capri’s falling off as he kicks his legs.

“Going to bed Hideaki, did you not want to join me?” I chuckle, dropping him onto the small twin bed.

“B-But it’s only ten o’clock… Don’t you want to do anything~?” he plays with his hands as he talks, both index fingers poking each other while he avoids eye contact.

Smiling I set myself down next to him, bracing my back against the wall and he quickly positions himself to sit in between my legs. Pulling the blanket to cover us, I turn my small television on, and switch to a movie channel before wrapping my arms around him. I idly notice that his hair smells like coconut as he angles his head up to kiss me, smiling as he breaks off.

The movie is an old western, something about a graveyard, and I’m surprised that Hideaki is so interested in it.

“I didn’t know you liked westerns,” I whisper in his ear.

“It’s the only thing my dad and I have in common. We used to watch them when I was young, and he’d play cowboys and Indians with me,” he quietly replies.

Huh, Jigoro likes cowboys? Unsurprising, but more importantly it was something Hideaki shares with his father.

“Do you still watch them with him?”

“Mhmm, we watch the old Yul Brenner ones when they’re on, and he also likes Lee Van Cleef,” Hideaki plays with my hands under the covers, holding them tight as we talk.

“Which ones do you like?”

“I like… Sam Elliot. He’s really gruff, but nice. I also like um… Charles Bronson. What about you?”

I can’t lie, I don’t watch many westerns, but I did watch a handful of Eastwood pictures.

“Clint Eastwood is good, I like him. Not seen much else, haven’t even seen this before,”

Hideaki lets go of my hands, flipping over in my lap and giving me a flabbergasted look.

“You’ve never seen The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly?” he exclaims at me, look changing to almost anger at me.

“N-No… Never really been a Western guy,”

He sits back on his legs, bringing one hand up and chewing on his thumbnail in thought for a second. I wonder if he’s about to reprimand me for not seeing the movie before when I notice he’s not looking at me, but at my shirt.

“Hisao… do you think I’m weird?”

The question hits me unexpectedly, and I stutter for a second before responding.

“N-No, why do you ask?”

“Well I wear girl’s clothing, and I’m dating my sister’s ex-boyfriend to start, and I haven’t really got many friends,”

He trails off, eyes moving down to the bed as if he’s almost ashamed he’s admitting all of this.

I never knew he didn’t have friends, never talked about school much really, but then again he did most of the talking.

“Why don’t you have many friends?”

He chews on his thumbnail again, eyes boring holes in the bed sheets as he starts to respond.

“A few of the guys saw me outside school one day, wearing my tights, and I normally have to wear a boy’s uniform at school,”

He stops chewing on his thumbnail, instead moving that hand to clutch his bicep before continuing.

“They called me names, mean names, stuff like ‘faggot’ and ‘homo’. Then it got spread to school, and they starting calling me names there as well,”

He sniffs, crossing his arms together tightly as he struggles to keep going.

“They stole my clothes the other day from the locker room, replaced my uniform with a girl’s set, and made me put it on for them,”

The tears start falling, almost audibly against the sheets as I instinctively scoot forward to hug him, his head burying itself on my shoulder.

I let him cry it out, he needs it, and I’d rather he do it here than by himself in his room. I didn’t know he was going through this, and it’s not like he had anyone to talk about it with. Shizune would probably go on a rampage, giving the principal of his school six kinds of hell, and just make things worse for him. Jigoro might do the same, but I don’t understand that man’s thought process, and I have no intention of ever understanding.

That leaves me, his boyfriend, to comfort him, and make things better.

“T-Then they made me wear it all day… and … and…”

He’s babbling quietly, the entirety of his pent up stress from school pouring at once, making his words indiscernible amongst the silent sobs.

So I do the only thing I can, I hold him tight, and wait for the tears to end.

Eventually they do, and Hideaki gives me a bashful smile as he repositions himself in my lap after I remove my tear stained shirt. I hold him close, letting him play with my hands as we watch a little more of the movie, when I yawn out of boredom.

“Are you alright?” he asks quietly.

“Yea, just not a big Western fan remember?”

“Oh… are you bored?” he turns to look me in the eyes.

I nod quickly, smirking at the giggle he lets out.

“Well… if you’re bored, then we can watch something else can’t we~?”

He snatches the remote from my nightstand, clicking the channel over to this all day anime channel, pulling the blankets up around us.

We sit back and watch the tv for a while, Hideaki quietly singing along with intros and endings as he gets more and more tired. I’m thankful of that, I’ve been forcing myself to stay awake since we moved to the bed, and the second his eyes close I let our bodies slide down to be more comfortable.

Positioning him to my side, I move my pillow to better cushion my head, and I guess I make Hideaki think I’m getting up. He rolls over almost all the way on top of me, hugging me close and using my chest as a pillow.

“N-No, you’re staying,” he mutters eyes still closed as he attempts to hug me tighter.

Chuckling quietly, I wrap my arm around him, smiling at the content little moan he makes when he feels my movement, and I turn the alarm clock on my nightstand to the off position.

The only thing I want waking me up is him.

Fanart is amazing. Hideaki looks so thrilled to be rocking that skirt.

Total Destruction wrote:Fanart is amazing. Hideaki looks so thrilled to be rocking that skirt.

...I knew Ouran High School Host Club would make me question things...

Why, oh why must you be so awesome, Banda and his artistic fans?

Hoitash wrote:

Total Destruction wrote:Fanart is amazing. Hideaki looks so thrilled to be rocking that skirt.

...I knew Ouran High School Host Club would make me question things...

Why, oh why must you be so awesome, Banda and his artistic fans?

I like my drawfriends.

Nice art, that's Hbz's work, right? Neat.
Well, this is a thing that's happening and I'm still okay with it. Keep it up, Banda.

Chivalry Isn't Ded
Finally I update this fucking thing. <3

I didn’t get to see much of Hideaki after that night. It’s not a huge surprise, we both had finals coming up, and I still had a job that sucked up several hours a week.

Thankfully though, that shit is over, and now I’m looking at a summer break I get to spend the majority of with Hideaki… and Shizune.

It was her plan really, can’t complain that much.

She contacted me about a month before break, wanted to know if I would be her roommate, and I agreed almost immediately. Of course, what I didn’t expect was play-acting that she and I were a young couple for the landlord of a section of low-income apartments.

The shit I get myself into.

It went well though, and the landlord liked us. He’s a pretty cool older guy, late fifties, has this big beard on his face. Not as big as Jigoro’s, but its definitely close. We’ve finally finished moving in, all of our stuff is unpacked, and Shizune (I think) has finally found where she wants our cheap furniture to go.

You would think it’d be time for some rest and relaxation right?

NOPE.

Now comes the cleaning.

The apartment isn’t really “dirty”, Shizune just wants everything spotless for tonight. She’s got me vacuuming the floors, Hideaki cleaning the bathroom, and she’s currently dusting/wiping down every single surface she can reach. I got the easy job I think, not many ways to screw up vacuuming, though I’m not excited for tonight.

Jigoro is coming to eat.

Can’t say I hate the guy, he’s a bit nicer to me than before, and the gay jokes have pretty much dried up. I think it’s just that he’s loud as a motherfucker, and a conversation with him leaves my ears ringing.

[You’ve been cleaning that same spot for five minutes Hisao, hurry up and finish.]

Shizune snaps me out of my reverie, smacking me with a feather duster before returning to her cleaning. I return to mine also, grumbling under my breath as I slide the vacuum over the floor. A few seconds later I see Hideaki wander in from the bathroom, he’s wearing nothing but a tank top and short shorts, feet bare, and dragging a bucket that REEKS of bleach in his hands.

“Finally… Done…” he murmurs, setting the bucket in the kitchen before flopping down onto our couch.

He’s “technically” staying with us, though Shizune has set up several rules about this.

We have two bedrooms, one mine, one hers and Hideaki is permitted to stay in my room as long as no “funny business” happens. Along with that rule, she also has made it clear that while he can eat dinner and such with us, any extra food is bought by him, for himself.

I agreed with the rules, with the full knowledge that we’re still going to fool around when Shizune isn’t home, or asleep.

Tired of rubbing the same section of floor, I tap Shizune on the shoulder to get her opinion on the state of my cleaning.

[Passable.] she signs, giving a curt nod.

I’m just about to sit next to Hideaki when his phone rings, the anime music being a dead giveaway.
“Yes? Dad wha-… No that’s… Dad… Wrong station dad… No I’m not say-… No you CAN naviga- Dad… DAD!... Just get on the train to the right station, we’ll wait for you there… Okay… Love you,”

I chuckle at Hideaki, and he sticks his tongue out in response before getting his sister’s attention.

[Dad got off at the wrong station, we’re gonna go meet him at the right one.]

[What? How could he be so dumb?]

[I don’t know, he blames the useless conductors and shoddy technology, and was about to walk here before he called.]

Shizune rolls her eyes, waving us away and returning to her cleaning. We’re just about to grab our shoes and leave when the front door bursts open, and a mighty “WAHAHA” rings through the apartment.

“Afternoon Hii-chan~!” she bellows, pulling me into a hug before doing the same to Hideaki.

Oh yeah, I forgot she was coming too.

Misha’s been around a lot as well, she and Shizune kept up contact after Yamaku, and have been nigh-inseparable since break started. She’s dropped the pink hair, tossed the drills, and now has this brown pixy cut. Still has that Bush/Cheney shirt for some damn reason.

“Where are you two lovebirds going~” she playfully questions giving me a wink.

“We’re going to get Dad, he got off at the wrong stop,” Hideaki says, slipping his feet into his sandals.

Misha’s laughter is uproarious and even Shizune turns to look at her. Taking this as a cue to exit, I quickly put my shoes on and usher Hideaki out the door.

The cool breeze is the first thing I notice as we make our way to the street, the wind tousling my hair into my face. Hideaki notices this, giggling as he reaches up to fix my bangs before pulling my face to his. The kiss is quick, and it leaves this little bit of warmth in my stomach as we lock hands.

We talk a bit as we walk, mainly about school, and he tells me about how happy he is that he gets to go to college soon. He’s picked the same one as me, but he hasn’t the faintest clue what he wants to major in. I am a bit thankful he’s going to the same place as me, I always worry he’ll get ostracized for his choice of clothing, but being near means I can at least TRY to ward away the dickheads.

As we start to approach the station our chat turns from school to Jigoro himself, and I’m pleased to find out that he’s been nicer to Hideaki lately. Apparently he even made a visit to Hideaki’s high school after the locker-room incident, and the boys responsible were suspended for a week afterwards.

Huh, never thought he’d have such kindness in him.

We enter the station, surprised that it’s relatively empty for a Saturday, and we sit down on a bench to wait. We chit-chat a bit more as we wait, talking about what exactly Shizune has planned for dinner tonight since she’s cooking.

I won’t like, she’s the best fucking cook I’ve met.

Hideaki hopes she’s making chicken, praising a barbeque dish she made for his birthday that “broke his taste buds with its deliciousness”. Personally I hope she’ll make dumplings, but I already know she’s making a beef dish that Jigoro loves. Apparently it was in her mother’s cookbook that she found a long time ago, and this’ll be her first time making it. She also bought a bit of chicken and fish just in case the dish goes south.

“Hey are you thirsty?” Hideaki asks, breaking off the conversation.

I nod, handing him a couple coins for the vending machines behind us. He gives me a quick peck on the cheek before skipping away, humming something to himself. I can hear the distant plinking of the coins in the machine, and my grumbling stomach reminds me of its emptiness when a gruff voice catches my attention.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here by yourself?”

I turn my head around to see three men, standing around Hideaki. I catch a nervous glance from him, and I get up from the bench.

Time to be a white knight.

Smoothing my shirt out, I casually stroll up to them, calling to Hideaki and waving.

“Huh? You’re a guy?” the leader asks, giving him a once over before recoiling.

Hideaki shrugs, trying to move past them and get to me when the leader pushes him back toward the vending machine. He lets this chuckle out when Hideaki glares at him.

“Look at this little faggot guys,” he laughs, “Buying drinks for his boyfriend,”

The man tries to take one of the cans in Hideaki’s hands, to his credit though, Hideaki moves fast enough that he can’t grab them. I’m about to say something when I hear the slap, and Hideaki falls to the ground. The man taking the drinks and tossing one to his buddy before opening the other up.

Oh hell no, you must be joking.

I feel my heart start to beat faster as I tap him on the shoulder, fist making a beeline for his face when he turns. I connect with the can, not my intended target, but it sends carbonated fizz into his nose and he sputters for a second. I start to reel back for a second punch when my head suddenly snaps to the right.

Oh right, there’s three of them.

They start laughing as they bounce me between them, pushing me around and intermittently hitting me. My heart starts to beat faster and faster with each second, and the edges of my vision start to turn red.

This isn’t good at all.

I tumble to the ground as my vision starts to blur, and I can barely feel the kicks from the men as they laugh at me.

I’m going numb, my vision starts to fade out, and I can hear someone yelling my name…

No, not like this…

I try to force my heart into stopping, and it works enough that my vision begins clearing enough to see that I’m not being kicked to death anymore.

“What?!? Now that the fights fair you cowards run! PANSIES!”

Oh God Jigoro I never thought I’d be happy to see your stupid Hawaiian shirt.

It takes me a fair few minutes to calm down, Hideaki blubbering over me doesn’t help, and eventually I gather enough strength to stand. Leaning onto a column, I look up at Jigoro, and realize that (for a second) he actually looks concerned. Of course, this goes away quickly and he huffs at me before turning away.

“See? This is why I wanted to walk, never know what scum you run into nowadays in these dingy holes,”

Once I’m able to fully walk, I walk over to Jigoro and extend a hand to him. He takes it, doing his best to crush my hand as we shake.

“Thank you, I would’ve died had you not arrived,”

“Humf, I wasn’t going to help for a second, but I saw you punch that one asshole drinking. You might be a tenth of a man after all,”

We stand there for a second, this awkward silence permeating the station as we realize this is the most civil we’ve ever been, and that Jigoro has just given me a compliment. Hideaki hugs me from the side, and Jigoro gives another gruff “humf” before striding off toward the exit.

“Let’s get this show on the road, I’m hungry,” he brusquely states, pace quickening.