Written February 10th, 2017, as a kind-of early Valentine's Day fic. Setting: College. Moody writer! Sousuke x Popular boy! Makoto xD ThatCertainNerd Song: "The Reckless and The Brave" by All Time Low.

It's not worth it, he knows that too well.

He's a loner, an English major with an irregular schedule and an even more irregular social life. (Or what's left of it, anyway; random outings with strangers his only friend drags him to, the occasional phone call to that someone about halfway around the world.) He's only here for the next couple of months left, give or take a few weeks.

But Hanazono Sousuke can't seem to get rid of his smile, the way his brown eyes glint and crinkle at the corners when he laughs, the rumpled-yet-adorable manner of dress he has. He can't look away when he walks by, being closely trailed by his ever-adoring droves of fangirls.

He can't look away. He can't forget. He can't deny that he loves him, even from across the room, even when they're so different.

He's Tanizaki Makoto, popular boy extraordinaire, IT major and the commonly called 'hottest boy on campus'. While who was Sousuke? He was just a moody writer, an occasional contributor to the campus paper (Though he'd been requested to take the position of Editor-in-Chief, he'd turned it down. No use getting into that kind of responsibility when he'd be leaving after the year was over and done with.) and a secretly famous novelist under the pseudonym of 'S. Hawthorne'.

And so he contents himself with the fleeting, longing glances, fraught with perpetual sighs as he turns away time and time again. He doesn't seem to notice, as he looks down upon his laptop once again, when a pair of dark brown eyes gaze with yearning in his direction.

'Aidan looks up, smiles and waves. Across the room, a flush creeps up the boy's cheeks, and he ducks his head, but not without a bashful wave in response.
'His grin drops into a frown as Solace turns away, and he sighs heavily. It could never be, could it?'

A hand slams his laptop closed, then, and he barely manages to pull his hands away from the keyboard just in time before it collides with his fingers. He scowls, looking up at whomever disturbed him with a slew of profanity at the ready.

He falters, azure eyes disbelieving behind his thin-framed glasses.

"Look, I've been tired of all this sexual tension for the past semester," Akita Mikoto starts, a hand securely fixed upon the collar of his younger cousin, Makoto's shirt, keeping him securely in place in front of Sousuke's desk. "So I decided to get the two of you to meet. Stop skirting around and just hook up already."

With those words and a rather harsh pull on the brunet's shirt - who gives a sudden yelp at the tug, which forced him onto the seat beside Sousuke's - Mikoto whirls around and leaves as suddenly as he'd come. Sousuke watches as he disappears behind the door to the lecture room, his throat dry, internally begging the Akita to come back and possibly save him from this mess he'd started.

He avoids to look back at Makoto, still sitting rather rigidly beside him, and he swallows thickly.

"..I'll have to thank Miko-tan for this later." He hears, and amidst his confusion, he barely registers the moment when hands gently place themselves upon his shoulders, and slightly chapped lips press softly upon his own. He blinks once, twice, thrice in shock and pure, unadulterated confusion.

It clicks, then, as the kiss ventures just a bit deeper, and his skin begins to take on a deep, crimson hue.

Oh God. He's kissing him. He's being kissed by Tanizaki Makoto.

Sousuke isn't sure if he's even still conscious and aware of his surroundings as Makoto pulls away, a shy, nervous smile on his lips. Those lips which had just, moments earlier, pressed against his own. 

"..I'm guessing you don't understand why I kissed you, right?" Makoto says, scratching sheepishly upon the nape of his neck. His dark hair falls into his brown eyes, which peer up at the redhead through his lashes. Sousuke nods slowly, still trapped in the wisps of a flustered daze.

"It's because I.." he stops, shakes his head, before a nervous laugh emits from the brunet. "I.. I... Fuck, this is why I hate being suddenly put into the spotlight.." he trails off, and a slight smile graces his lips.

"..I... I love you, Hanazono Sousuke."

He might have stopped breathing right then and there, but he didn't; instead, he opted to reach around Makoto, envelopinh him in an embrace as he whispered, almost too quietly for him to hear,

"..I love you too, Tanizaki Makoto.

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Rushed ending is rushed. Yay!