Graduation Night
In their last night as High Schoolers, a couple makes their choice.
Word count: 585
I have been thinking of this night for the whole month, ironically, now I can only look back.
To the first time Hakurou came up to me in our freshman year, to our after school outings, to the first time he put his lips on mine.
Funny that we hit it off, we are polar opposites. Him, so tall people take him for an adult, and me, short enough to be treated like a child. Him, the star of the school's track team, and me, so unathletic I get winded from a run. Dog and cat. White and black. We share very little.
Luckily, Hakurou is a massive dweeb. Someone overly excited over his interests, who is afraid to scare them off by running his mouth too long. However, that's what I like the most. He can speak with such excitement it makes me wanna hear him out.
I used to envy that quality of his, but the borzoi listens with the same glee he speaks. Hakurou can take real interest in the things you tell him, and is happy to learn about what makes you happy. A couple of days with him and annoyance and envy became appreciation, and attraction.
Even before confessions, our moments together had become awkward dates. In a secluded flower field, he took courage to take me in his arms and whisper his feelings to me; I only had to respond in kind. We spent many wonderful days together after that. The weight of high school was much lighter when we could help each other carry it.
And yet, each warm embrace came with a worry. Every covert intimacy evoked murmuring, every lengthy afternoon together brought suspicion, and every date came with the threat of life-ending repercussion.
One close-call too many, we made our decision. This relationship would end with high school. A youthful diversion so we could grow into proper men. The decision was unanimous.
Hakurou had one last date idea. Come last night of our formative years, we should sleep together. I feared at first, but taking his hand in mine, I had no other answer to give him.
It's been a couple of minutes since we got here, in this love hotel. The rest of the day, including the graduation ceremony, may as well no longer exist. Naked and embracing me, my whole world is Hakurou.
His tall, masculine body clasps my smaller frame with tenderness. He leads, and I happily follow. He's on top of me, loving me all over. This is not just sex to him, it's making love.
We finish on each other and he leaves behind the most pleasing pain I've ever felt. Now, I can look at his huffing smile. This whole recollection plays all over in a flash and my eyes water as a single sentence takes my mind…
“Do you really have to go?"
“Eh?"
“Ah. D-Did I say that aloud? Don't mind me… I had a lot of fun, Hakkun."
…
“Yuuji-kun?"
“Y-Yeah?"
“Let's not break up."
…
“We've talked about this. It's too dangerous. We are not children anymore. They'll–"
“It's because we are adults that we should choose ourselves! …It's what I think, anyway."
“Hakkun…"
“I… I fear living without you much more than anything they can do to me. S-So… So! …Please."
…
“Haha."
“Huh?"
“You're an ugly crier, your long-ass snout gets all scrunched up. Don't cry, Hakkun."
“Heh. Says you, crybaby cat."
“Hmph! If I say yes, will you stop crying?"
…
“No promises!"