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lotus_beauty) wrote2007-01-09 11:45 pm
lotus_beauty) wrote2007-01-09 11:45 pm
[Fic] Discretion 10: Confession
Title: Discretion
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lotus_beauty
Rating: R
Pairings: ot3-ish
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: See Part 1
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Discretion 3: Situation
Discretion 4: Continuation
Discretion 5: Intoxication
Discretion 6: Confusion
Discretion 7: Attraction
Discretion 8: Intermission
Discretion 9: Decision
Discretion 10: Confession
Keita awoke to nervous energy coursing through him and sluggishly berated himself for waiting to talk to Ryohei. As his mind started to wake up, he made his way to the bathroom to start his day and he began to realize that his life would change. Well, it wouldn’t be an epic change, but as he brushed his teeth, he started to realize how much his life had changed already.
Months ago he was still living with his family, contemplating just what career he wanted. Now he was a professional soccer player. Granted he wasn’t the best player out there, but damnit he was good! In the past, he’d barely been able to form sentences in front of his crush Ryohei, and now they were good friends. He blushed as he thought back—very good friends. He absently wondered as he gargled if he could ask for any more than this. Well, today he was going to ask for something from Ryohei, something very important. He was never quite sure if Ryohei liked being friends with benefits, or really cared about him. Today, he was finally going to learn the truth.
Keita wasn’t sure if he could manage a normal breakfast, so he cut up an apple for breakfast instead. Once he was finished cutting the apple into pieces, he sat down and nibbled on them. Just as he was contemplating calling Ryohei to ask when he should come over, his cell rang with a call from the man in question. They chatted a little and decided that Keita should come over sometime after noon, and Ryohei gave Keita directions to his place. The brunette stared at the directions after he’d hung up and hoped he could find the place, considering how screwed up Japanese addresses were.
After finally working up the nerve to move, Keita put himself into the swing of getting ready to leave and took his mp3 player with to listen to Ogata to see if the music would calm him, and it did help some as he rode the train to the district in which Ryohei lived. It didn’t take him long to follow the street names and see the landmarks that the blonde had described on the phone. Soon enough, Keita found himself entering a rather nice building and hitting the elevator button to go up to the floor Ryohei lived on. He wondered just how well the blonde was paid since he seemed to live in a rather expensive place.
As he rode the elevator up, Keita finally shut his player off and shoved it in his pocket, wondering just what he was in for. He’d never been able to realize his feelings like this. Actually, he’d never felt this way about anyone before to be able to draw on experience. He was going to have to wing this. The ding of the elevator brought him out of his thoughts and he looked up to see the doors open. Keita had to force himself to walk out of the doors and stood frozen in place as they closed behind him. Was it fear that made him stop? Why was he so scared? He shook his head and pulled the paper with the address on it out again and checked the apartment number before making his way to it. He raised his hand to knock and hesitated, a surge of anxiety freezing him. Determined to finally get his feelings out to Ryohei, Keita pushed the reaction away and knocked on the door as normally as he could. Why was this so bloody difficult?
The door opened to a smiling Ryohei. “Hey Keita,” he said happily. “Come on in!”
Keita nodded and stepped in, slipping his shoes off as the blonde closed the door. Stepping in further he gazed around to see the open living room to the left that flowed into the kitchen and was amazed at the size of Ryohei’s apartment. It was so nice, and looked so warm and lived in.
“You can sit down,” Ryohei said as he gestured to the couch. Keita nodded and made his way over as the blonde asked if he was thirsty.
“No, not really,” he replied as he carefully sat on the couch, trying not to let his nerves show. He glanced up to see Ryohei check his watch, then look at the door before back to Keita.
“I have a confession to make,” the blonde said as he sat beside Keita. He opened his mouth trying to start, but chuckled, making the taller wonder just what Ryohei was going to say. “I knew you had a crush on me.”
Keita just stared. “You did?”
Ryohei laughed and nodded. “I just knew it the moment I saw you the day you made the team. And,” he paused and looked to Keita, who was blushing furiously at this revelation, “I love it when you blush like that.” He grinned happily as the brunette wondered if he could possibly get any redder than he already was.
“Y-you like it?” he asked in bewilderment. “Why?”
The blonde’s gaze cast downward as he smiled to himself. “I like it because it makes you, you. I like you for you Keita.”
He likes me for me! Keita thought giddily before his thoughts stopped. “You like me?”
Ryohei nodded and laughed, looking the brunette straight in the eyes. “Yes, Keita, I like you. A lot.”
The young man felt lightheaded as he began to comprehend just what Ryohei said. He felt his face get hot when the blonde laughed again. Then, he felt a pair of cool hands touch his cheeks and found Ryohei smiling at him, making his heart flutter.
“You’re so cute,” Ryohei said as he leaned up to capture Keita’s lips. The brunette was surprised by the move, but kissed back eagerly, finding himself hopelessly addicted to those lips upon his. As they kissed, Keita felt Ryohei shift and sit astride his lap, which he didn’t mind of course. This made it easier for him to kiss the blonde and hold him as well. It was far more comfortable, but he wasn’t really thinking about that when Ryohei’s lips were on his. When their lips finally parted, Keita couldn’t help himself from stealing one more lingering kiss from the blonde.
“Hm,” Ryohei said finally, nuzzling Keita when the kiss ended. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to tell me?”
The younger man blushed. “Just that I like you too.”
“That’s all?” The blonde tilted his head curiously, making him smile.
“Well,” he started quietly. “I wanted to tell you that I’d liked you since high school and how I’d never gotten the nerve to say anything until now.”
“Really?” Ryohei seemed surprised and smiled a little. “I’m sorry I never noticed.”
Keita shook his head. “I was really awkward in high school.” He happily pushed the memories from his mind. “Besides, it doesn’t really matter now, does it?”
“No,” Ryohei agreed and pulled Keita closer for another kiss, which the younger surrendered to willingly.
Just as he was starting to lose himself in the kiss, Keita felt Ryohei slip off his lap and pull him up. He’d be damned if these lips were getting away from him. He stood, making sure not to lose contact with Ryohei as the shorter man tried to keep from laughing at his actions.
“Come,” the blonde said softly as he caught Keita’s hands to pull him away from the couch and toward the hallway.
The brunette knew exactly where they were going and didn’t want to slow them down in any way. His teammate however, had other ideas. Every few feet, they kept pausing as a bout of kissing got underway. Keita wasn’t sure if he minded this or not, but he sure did enjoy it. They were nearly to the bedroom when Keita managed to pin the shorter man against the wall as Ryohei’s tongue distracted him from the rest of the world. It was then that the shorter man’s hips rolled up into his and their kiss broke as Keita gasped at the contact. Damn he was good.
When they were finally in the bedroom, Ryohei took his lips away and pushed Keita back and the brunette fell onto the bed with a grunt As he propped himself up on his elbows, he watched the blonde crawl atop him. He let the blonde steal a kiss before pulling away and watched as Ryohei sat back and pulled his shirt off. He couldn’t stop himself from sitting up as his hands wandered over the blonde’s torso, pulling the smaller man close for another kiss. He felt a pair of hands undo the buttons of his shirt then push the fabric over his shoulders as he shrugged the shirt off carelessly, enjoying the feel of Ryohei’s hands trailing lightly over his chest.
Just as he was about to lean up to kiss Ryohei again, he heard a gasp and they both looked over to see a young man standing in the doorway, staring at them in shock. Keita blinked and before either of them could say anything, the young man bolted right out of the apartment. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the man had looked very familiar.
“Ryohei…” Keita started as the blonde slipped off his lap.
“Keita, stay here,” the older man told him as he moved to the door.
“Ryohei, who was that?” he asked as it started to hit him. This couldn’t be happening. Please don’t let this be happening.
The blonde looked straight at him. “Please, just stay here,” he said and pointed at the bed before he ran off after the other young man.
Keita just sat there staring at the empty doorway. Oh god, please don’t let this be what he thought it was. And if it was…
He just stared at the doorway, breathing heavily in alarm. Calm down, he told himself repeatedly as his eyes started to wander about the room. As he looked around, he started to realize why the place looked so lived in. Ryohei wasn’t the only one that lived here, and it was evidenced in the pictures and items that lined the room. Keita got up and moved closer to see a lot of pictures with Ryohei and the young man he’d seen in the doorway. He picked one up to see it up close and nearly dropped it.
“Oh my god,” he whispered in shock. The young man was Ryuichi Ogata. THE Ryuichi Ogata. There was no mistaking it. Dread filled him as he set the picture down, glancing at all of the others. Ryuichi Ogata was in almost all of the pictures, and in a few he was hugging Ryohei. They looked happy. They looked in love. Oh no…
Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod, his mind spiraled out of control as he realized what he’d just done. In a panic, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it on before he made a run for the door. He burst out of the apartment and into the open elevator, actually feeling somewhat relieved when the doors finally closed. He leaned back against the corner of the small enclosure and sank down to the floor as he started to shake. Ryohei and Ryuichi; he couldn’t believe it. Who would have known? He should have known. He should have guessed with Ryohei loving all of Ryuichi’s songs and knowing practically all the lyrics before the songs were even released. God, how could he not have noticed? He hugged himself as he sat there shaking. Shame took him over as the same thing kept repeating over and over in his mind.
What have I done?
It took him a little while to realize that the elevator wasn’t moving and that he had to push a button in order to escape. Keita crawled over to the panel and hit the button for the main level and sat waiting as the elevator descended. He found himself realizing it felt weird to ride an elevator on the floor. It just seemed different. He stood as he also realized that anyone getting into the elevator might think him weird for sitting there on the floor. Luckily, his ride was uninterrupted and he made it to the ground and out of the building without anyone seeing him. But he didn’t make it far.
Barely a block away from Ryohei’s place it hit him—he had no idea where he was. He wandered over to a bench and slumped down into it. He pulled out his mp3 player in an effort to try to calm down and stopped as he remembered. Ryuichi Ogata—his favorite singer—and Ryohei Chiba were lovers. He swallowed a whimper as his vision wavered, his eyes filling. He reached for his phone to maybe try to call for a ride, but found his pocket empty. Searching the rest of his pockets, he realized he must have dropped it somewhere in Ryohei’s apartment. He groaned, terrified of going back there to get it. Why did it have to be like this? The one person he admired and looked up to and the one person he’d had a crush on for years—together. A sob escaped him as he covered his mouth with a hand to keep quiet, feeling hot tears spill down his cheeks. It wasn’t supposed to be like this!
Then what was it supposed to be like? He had no answer for the questioning thought in his brain. He was a fool. Why did he have to fall for those two? He noticed a bench to his left and sat tried to blink the tears out of his eyes, but they kept coming. As he closed his eyes to try to stop it, he heard a car approach and stop in front of him. Please, please don’t be Ryohei, he kept thinking.
“Keita?”
The brunette’s head whipped up in shock to see a curious Ken.
The man’s face turned shocked, then worried. “What’s the matter? Are you okay?”
Keita tried to answer, but only a whimper managed to escape him before his body crumpled in, and he started to sob again. Now his day was complete. He had helped Ryohei cheat on a rock star, who would probably kick his ass for it, and he was completely embarrassing himself in front of Ken. This day couldn’t get any worse.
“Come on,” Ken pulled on his shoulders. “I’ll take you to Ryohei’s place.”
“NO!” Keita snapped in fear as he pulled away. “Please, don’t.” He didn’t want to go back there.
The goalie looked shocked and confused. “But, you know Ryohei would help you with anythi—”
“Nono, pleasepleaseplease don’ttakemebackthere,” Keita babbled as he begged. “Idon’twantRyuichitoknowthatIwastheonethatRyoheiwascheatingwithbecauseifhe did oh god, he’dprobablysendsomeoneaftermeorsomething and then—”
“Whoa, whoa Keita, calm down,” Ken said as he grabbed the taller man’s hands, which were now gripping his shirt.
“S-sorry,” Keita let go as he pulled back and sat on the bench again. “I can’t go back there. Please,” he pleaded with his friend, “please just take me home. I have no idea where I am.”
“But…” Ken looked in the direction of Ryohei’s apartment.
“Please,” Keita begged as he felt tears running down his cheeks again, and scrubbed at them embarrassed.
The goalie sighed slowly. “Fine.” He didn’t say another word as he walked over to his car and pulled the door open. Gratefully, Keita slipped in and hoped Ken wouldn’t ask about it any more and was granted a silent car ride. He tried to stare out the car window without thinking, but his thoughts kept centering on the one thing, making his heart ache and push it away every time it repeated in his mind.
What have I done?
~***~
cheer up emo!kei ♥
Author:
lotus_beautyRating: R
Pairings: ot3-ish
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: See Part 1
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Discretion 3: Situation
Discretion 4: Continuation
Discretion 5: Intoxication
Discretion 6: Confusion
Discretion 7: Attraction
Discretion 8: Intermission
Discretion 9: Decision
Discretion 10: Confession
Keita awoke to nervous energy coursing through him and sluggishly berated himself for waiting to talk to Ryohei. As his mind started to wake up, he made his way to the bathroom to start his day and he began to realize that his life would change. Well, it wouldn’t be an epic change, but as he brushed his teeth, he started to realize how much his life had changed already.
Months ago he was still living with his family, contemplating just what career he wanted. Now he was a professional soccer player. Granted he wasn’t the best player out there, but damnit he was good! In the past, he’d barely been able to form sentences in front of his crush Ryohei, and now they were good friends. He blushed as he thought back—very good friends. He absently wondered as he gargled if he could ask for any more than this. Well, today he was going to ask for something from Ryohei, something very important. He was never quite sure if Ryohei liked being friends with benefits, or really cared about him. Today, he was finally going to learn the truth.
Keita wasn’t sure if he could manage a normal breakfast, so he cut up an apple for breakfast instead. Once he was finished cutting the apple into pieces, he sat down and nibbled on them. Just as he was contemplating calling Ryohei to ask when he should come over, his cell rang with a call from the man in question. They chatted a little and decided that Keita should come over sometime after noon, and Ryohei gave Keita directions to his place. The brunette stared at the directions after he’d hung up and hoped he could find the place, considering how screwed up Japanese addresses were.
After finally working up the nerve to move, Keita put himself into the swing of getting ready to leave and took his mp3 player with to listen to Ogata to see if the music would calm him, and it did help some as he rode the train to the district in which Ryohei lived. It didn’t take him long to follow the street names and see the landmarks that the blonde had described on the phone. Soon enough, Keita found himself entering a rather nice building and hitting the elevator button to go up to the floor Ryohei lived on. He wondered just how well the blonde was paid since he seemed to live in a rather expensive place.
As he rode the elevator up, Keita finally shut his player off and shoved it in his pocket, wondering just what he was in for. He’d never been able to realize his feelings like this. Actually, he’d never felt this way about anyone before to be able to draw on experience. He was going to have to wing this. The ding of the elevator brought him out of his thoughts and he looked up to see the doors open. Keita had to force himself to walk out of the doors and stood frozen in place as they closed behind him. Was it fear that made him stop? Why was he so scared? He shook his head and pulled the paper with the address on it out again and checked the apartment number before making his way to it. He raised his hand to knock and hesitated, a surge of anxiety freezing him. Determined to finally get his feelings out to Ryohei, Keita pushed the reaction away and knocked on the door as normally as he could. Why was this so bloody difficult?
The door opened to a smiling Ryohei. “Hey Keita,” he said happily. “Come on in!”
Keita nodded and stepped in, slipping his shoes off as the blonde closed the door. Stepping in further he gazed around to see the open living room to the left that flowed into the kitchen and was amazed at the size of Ryohei’s apartment. It was so nice, and looked so warm and lived in.
“You can sit down,” Ryohei said as he gestured to the couch. Keita nodded and made his way over as the blonde asked if he was thirsty.
“No, not really,” he replied as he carefully sat on the couch, trying not to let his nerves show. He glanced up to see Ryohei check his watch, then look at the door before back to Keita.
“I have a confession to make,” the blonde said as he sat beside Keita. He opened his mouth trying to start, but chuckled, making the taller wonder just what Ryohei was going to say. “I knew you had a crush on me.”
Keita just stared. “You did?”
Ryohei laughed and nodded. “I just knew it the moment I saw you the day you made the team. And,” he paused and looked to Keita, who was blushing furiously at this revelation, “I love it when you blush like that.” He grinned happily as the brunette wondered if he could possibly get any redder than he already was.
“Y-you like it?” he asked in bewilderment. “Why?”
The blonde’s gaze cast downward as he smiled to himself. “I like it because it makes you, you. I like you for you Keita.”
He likes me for me! Keita thought giddily before his thoughts stopped. “You like me?”
Ryohei nodded and laughed, looking the brunette straight in the eyes. “Yes, Keita, I like you. A lot.”
The young man felt lightheaded as he began to comprehend just what Ryohei said. He felt his face get hot when the blonde laughed again. Then, he felt a pair of cool hands touch his cheeks and found Ryohei smiling at him, making his heart flutter.
“You’re so cute,” Ryohei said as he leaned up to capture Keita’s lips. The brunette was surprised by the move, but kissed back eagerly, finding himself hopelessly addicted to those lips upon his. As they kissed, Keita felt Ryohei shift and sit astride his lap, which he didn’t mind of course. This made it easier for him to kiss the blonde and hold him as well. It was far more comfortable, but he wasn’t really thinking about that when Ryohei’s lips were on his. When their lips finally parted, Keita couldn’t help himself from stealing one more lingering kiss from the blonde.
“Hm,” Ryohei said finally, nuzzling Keita when the kiss ended. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to tell me?”
The younger man blushed. “Just that I like you too.”
“That’s all?” The blonde tilted his head curiously, making him smile.
“Well,” he started quietly. “I wanted to tell you that I’d liked you since high school and how I’d never gotten the nerve to say anything until now.”
“Really?” Ryohei seemed surprised and smiled a little. “I’m sorry I never noticed.”
Keita shook his head. “I was really awkward in high school.” He happily pushed the memories from his mind. “Besides, it doesn’t really matter now, does it?”
“No,” Ryohei agreed and pulled Keita closer for another kiss, which the younger surrendered to willingly.
Just as he was starting to lose himself in the kiss, Keita felt Ryohei slip off his lap and pull him up. He’d be damned if these lips were getting away from him. He stood, making sure not to lose contact with Ryohei as the shorter man tried to keep from laughing at his actions.
“Come,” the blonde said softly as he caught Keita’s hands to pull him away from the couch and toward the hallway.
The brunette knew exactly where they were going and didn’t want to slow them down in any way. His teammate however, had other ideas. Every few feet, they kept pausing as a bout of kissing got underway. Keita wasn’t sure if he minded this or not, but he sure did enjoy it. They were nearly to the bedroom when Keita managed to pin the shorter man against the wall as Ryohei’s tongue distracted him from the rest of the world. It was then that the shorter man’s hips rolled up into his and their kiss broke as Keita gasped at the contact. Damn he was good.
When they were finally in the bedroom, Ryohei took his lips away and pushed Keita back and the brunette fell onto the bed with a grunt As he propped himself up on his elbows, he watched the blonde crawl atop him. He let the blonde steal a kiss before pulling away and watched as Ryohei sat back and pulled his shirt off. He couldn’t stop himself from sitting up as his hands wandered over the blonde’s torso, pulling the smaller man close for another kiss. He felt a pair of hands undo the buttons of his shirt then push the fabric over his shoulders as he shrugged the shirt off carelessly, enjoying the feel of Ryohei’s hands trailing lightly over his chest.
Just as he was about to lean up to kiss Ryohei again, he heard a gasp and they both looked over to see a young man standing in the doorway, staring at them in shock. Keita blinked and before either of them could say anything, the young man bolted right out of the apartment. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the man had looked very familiar.
“Ryohei…” Keita started as the blonde slipped off his lap.
“Keita, stay here,” the older man told him as he moved to the door.
“Ryohei, who was that?” he asked as it started to hit him. This couldn’t be happening. Please don’t let this be happening.
The blonde looked straight at him. “Please, just stay here,” he said and pointed at the bed before he ran off after the other young man.
Keita just sat there staring at the empty doorway. Oh god, please don’t let this be what he thought it was. And if it was…
He just stared at the doorway, breathing heavily in alarm. Calm down, he told himself repeatedly as his eyes started to wander about the room. As he looked around, he started to realize why the place looked so lived in. Ryohei wasn’t the only one that lived here, and it was evidenced in the pictures and items that lined the room. Keita got up and moved closer to see a lot of pictures with Ryohei and the young man he’d seen in the doorway. He picked one up to see it up close and nearly dropped it.
“Oh my god,” he whispered in shock. The young man was Ryuichi Ogata. THE Ryuichi Ogata. There was no mistaking it. Dread filled him as he set the picture down, glancing at all of the others. Ryuichi Ogata was in almost all of the pictures, and in a few he was hugging Ryohei. They looked happy. They looked in love. Oh no…
Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod, his mind spiraled out of control as he realized what he’d just done. In a panic, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it on before he made a run for the door. He burst out of the apartment and into the open elevator, actually feeling somewhat relieved when the doors finally closed. He leaned back against the corner of the small enclosure and sank down to the floor as he started to shake. Ryohei and Ryuichi; he couldn’t believe it. Who would have known? He should have known. He should have guessed with Ryohei loving all of Ryuichi’s songs and knowing practically all the lyrics before the songs were even released. God, how could he not have noticed? He hugged himself as he sat there shaking. Shame took him over as the same thing kept repeating over and over in his mind.
What have I done?
It took him a little while to realize that the elevator wasn’t moving and that he had to push a button in order to escape. Keita crawled over to the panel and hit the button for the main level and sat waiting as the elevator descended. He found himself realizing it felt weird to ride an elevator on the floor. It just seemed different. He stood as he also realized that anyone getting into the elevator might think him weird for sitting there on the floor. Luckily, his ride was uninterrupted and he made it to the ground and out of the building without anyone seeing him. But he didn’t make it far.
Barely a block away from Ryohei’s place it hit him—he had no idea where he was. He wandered over to a bench and slumped down into it. He pulled out his mp3 player in an effort to try to calm down and stopped as he remembered. Ryuichi Ogata—his favorite singer—and Ryohei Chiba were lovers. He swallowed a whimper as his vision wavered, his eyes filling. He reached for his phone to maybe try to call for a ride, but found his pocket empty. Searching the rest of his pockets, he realized he must have dropped it somewhere in Ryohei’s apartment. He groaned, terrified of going back there to get it. Why did it have to be like this? The one person he admired and looked up to and the one person he’d had a crush on for years—together. A sob escaped him as he covered his mouth with a hand to keep quiet, feeling hot tears spill down his cheeks. It wasn’t supposed to be like this!
Then what was it supposed to be like? He had no answer for the questioning thought in his brain. He was a fool. Why did he have to fall for those two? He noticed a bench to his left and sat tried to blink the tears out of his eyes, but they kept coming. As he closed his eyes to try to stop it, he heard a car approach and stop in front of him. Please, please don’t be Ryohei, he kept thinking.
“Keita?”
The brunette’s head whipped up in shock to see a curious Ken.
The man’s face turned shocked, then worried. “What’s the matter? Are you okay?”
Keita tried to answer, but only a whimper managed to escape him before his body crumpled in, and he started to sob again. Now his day was complete. He had helped Ryohei cheat on a rock star, who would probably kick his ass for it, and he was completely embarrassing himself in front of Ken. This day couldn’t get any worse.
“Come on,” Ken pulled on his shoulders. “I’ll take you to Ryohei’s place.”
“NO!” Keita snapped in fear as he pulled away. “Please, don’t.” He didn’t want to go back there.
The goalie looked shocked and confused. “But, you know Ryohei would help you with anythi—”
“Nono, pleasepleaseplease don’ttakemebackthere,” Keita babbled as he begged. “Idon’twantRyuichitoknowthatIwastheonethatRyoheiwascheatingwithbecauseifhe did oh god, he’dprobablysendsomeoneaftermeorsomething and then—”
“Whoa, whoa Keita, calm down,” Ken said as he grabbed the taller man’s hands, which were now gripping his shirt.
“S-sorry,” Keita let go as he pulled back and sat on the bench again. “I can’t go back there. Please,” he pleaded with his friend, “please just take me home. I have no idea where I am.”
“But…” Ken looked in the direction of Ryohei’s apartment.
“Please,” Keita begged as he felt tears running down his cheeks again, and scrubbed at them embarrassed.
The goalie sighed slowly. “Fine.” He didn’t say another word as he walked over to his car and pulled the door open. Gratefully, Keita slipped in and hoped Ken wouldn’t ask about it any more and was granted a silent car ride. He tried to stare out the car window without thinking, but his thoughts kept centering on the one thing, making his heart ache and push it away every time it repeated in his mind.
What have I done?
~***~
cheer up emo!kei ♥