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>> Chapter 22 <<

He was looking at him as if he was in disbelief, an emotion that flickered in Akaashi's steel blue orbs for a brief second, which made Naoya furrow his brows at the sudden fall of his walls. He seemed to be contemplating his words, judging by the way his lips opened but then close as if to take back his soon to be words.

"That would be one lucky guy to have a friend brave enough to admit his feelings and kiss him even though they're both males," Akaashi stared straight through his apple green eyes, his own steel blue orbs now clouded with mist that Naoya couldn't pass through.

"Did you kiss him, Furuya-senpai?" Naoya's lips straightened, his mind hesitating whether to tell Akaashi the truth or bluff that it was just an 'IF' situation. Naoya was about to choose the lie option, "Did you?" Akaashi asked persistently and Naoya swallowed the lie and just hummed.

A thud interrupted the two and both turned to see Bokuto standing with his mouth agape and eyes wide, his hands mid air as the ball he must've held fell to floor and rolled away. Naoya had a bad chill and his eyes sharpened to warn Bokuto but it wasn't enough to stop the loudmouth from exclaiming just what he heard.

"You kissed someone, Furuya?!" 

A chorus of gasps and whistling resounded the second after he yelled and Naoya winced at the sound while Akaashi looked defeated. Both gave a tired glare to Bokuto who squeaked, his hands moving to cup his mouth. The volleyball team surrounded Naoya, asking for confirmation since Naoya is always a hot topic around the school and this would serve as blackmail material.

The fiasco transformed Naoya's annoyance to anger and he gave Bokuto his first ever angry glare since they met and his best friend squeaked, ducking behind Akaashi for safety. He shoved the papers belonging to the two to Akaashi and stomped away from the gym, ignoring the calls of some of his friends and Yukie.

When he came home, his father immediately noticed the dampened mood of his son. 

"Why is dear Matheiu mad?" Furuya Rinsho inquired. Naoya sat at the small rattan designed table, his bag dumped to the floor. His hands caged his head as he rested on the table and Rinsho sighed, turning the stove off and removing the light blue apron. He placed a hand on his son's hair, soothing him and Naoya grumbled and lifted his head.

"I kissed a guy..." that wasn't what Rinsho expected but he didn't want to further worsen the mood of his son so he just amiably accepted it and prepared their supper. He wanted to help and give him some support since he wanted his son to end up with someone he loves no matter the gender but Naoya just looked so tired and angry and confused that the father couldn't talk to him.

Rinsho sent his son to his room and as he washed the dishes, he sighed since he knew that he must give his darling wife a call.

Naoya thanked his father for not blowing up or reacting badly. He really doesn't need all that speech crap and feeling talk at the moment. He just wants to see Tooru and set things right before they get all tangled up in a bunch and become unsolvable. He laid on his side and closed his eyes, falling to sleeps embrace and when he opened his eyes, he was back to their garden.

And there's Tooru standing right in front of him.

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{End of Chapter}

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If only anyone knew just how hard he struggled to say those two words.

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I suggest you guys to prepare yourselves for the chapter. hehehehe

I mean, you better prepare your hearts. For what?

I ain't telling you~

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