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chineseink[A Little Stress Relief]
[A Kyo/Yuki Fruits Basket fic]
[R to NC-17]
[Table of Contents]
Warnings: boy x boy, explicit content, incest (of a sort)
Disclaimer: I don't own and never will own the rights to Fruits Basket; I write not for profit but only to entertain my personal muses. Oh, and ANIMEVERSE.
Notes: Previously posted on Fanfiction.net, but it was removed due to content. Also seen at Kyouke. If you wish to archive, feel free. Just let me know. :D
Feedback would be greatly appreciated~
A LITTLE STRESS RELIEF
by Ryuuza/![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
meitachi
/ chapter 7 mou kizuiteru yo /
Shigure had given them all of a two-second warning knock before he’d slid open the door. He stood for a moment, amused, as he watched the two boys entangled on the floor freeze. Slowly, their heads turned to face him, wide eyes lifted to gaze at his face.
It was then Shigure remembered the proper etiquette one was supposed to display in circumstances such as these. He promptly dropped his jaw, feigning shock, and gasped loudly. “Oh my gods,” he exclaimed, slapping his palms to his cheeks.
In a sudden blur of movement, Kyo leaped backwards off Yuki, chest bare and pants undone, face red and still gasping for breath. Yuki scrabbled away from Kyo as best as he could while being lost in his unbuttoned school shirt and on his back on the floor. However the two scrambled to rearrange themselves, as if putting distance between them now would erase Shigure’s eyeful of their proximity just moments before, nothing could hide the telltale details from even the least observant eyes.
The red marks scattered liberally over their upper bodies, primarily in the neck-collarbone area, gave good testament as to what the two boys had been up to, as did the bruised lips still damp with saliva. The discarded and disheveled clothing was a good hint too.
“Ah, ah…” Yuki’s breathing was labored as he stared at Shigure, searching frantically for some possible explanation.
“I take it you two weren’t doing push-ups?” Shigure asked dryly, letting his hands fall back to his sides. He let his face crease into the smirk he’d so desperately wanted to wear. “At least, none that didn’t involve one of you in some interesting contortions?”
Kyo’s face blazed even redder. He glared fiercely at the dog. “You—“ he growled.
“Now, now, Kyo-kun. You’re hardly in the position to be on the offense—“ Shigure stopped himself here to speculate, “Though you are on top, aren’t you? It really would be too sad if you played bottom to Yuki-kun, since you lose all your other fights to him too.” At the (murderous) look on the cat’s face, he beamed and continued serenely, “Anyhow, you’ve been caught in a compromising position. I do believe that calls for some proper defensive denials.”
Yuki stared at him.
“Well?” prompted Shigure, looking put out. He crossed his arms impatiently.
“Whatever it was you think you saw, you didn’t,” Yuki finally said. “We were…ah…” He looked torn, eyes darting about his room anxiously and finally resting on Kyo in a sort of desperate plea. Say something, his gaze pleaded. Stretching his arm, he snatched his shirt from its haphazard resting place on the floor and struggled into it.
Kyo snapped, “We weren’t doing anything, stupid dog. Just get the fuck out.”
“Hey, now!” Shigure put his hands on his hips and glared down at the two boys. “I happen to be your legal guardian for the moment and I am certain there are some sorts of rules that you’ve broken that I should be able to punish you for.” He looked thoughtful.
A shoe came flying at his head and Shigure ducked out of the room, snorting. He laughed as he slid the door shut quickly, but was privately thankful that instead of tearing through the paper door, the shoe hit edge of the doorframe and thudded to the floor. As he made his way down the hall, already relishing Ayame’s reaction when he called with the breaking news, he heard shouts echo behind him.
“Why the hell did you throw my shoe, you stupid cat?”
“Did you want him to stay?”
“Why couldn’t you have used your shoe?”
--
For all his eleven years of age, Souma Hiro did not miss much. There were times when he chose to deliberately ignore the information presented to him by his ever-watchful eyes, but the majority of times he accepted what he saw and moved on. There was no need to dwell.
Today, though, as he watched clouds form on the horizon, he took a moment to consider the relationship between two of his elder cousins: Souma Kyo and Souma Yuki.
He thought, somewhat disdainfully, that they probably still believed that they were keeping their relationship a secret.
Hi~mi~tsu, Hiro thought mockingly, a sneer curving his lips.
Honestly, he didn’t know why some people were so clueless.
Well, to give them some credit, there were a few people who still remained in the dark about how close the two boys were. Tohru, probably, Hiro thought uncharitably, but then regretted it as he recalled the smile that lit Kisa’s eyes every time she saw the girl.
Still, she probably didn’t know. She didn’t look for things like that; besides, she’d be too focused on making sure the two didn’t kill each other and trying desperately to convince them to be friends that she wouldn’t have noticed the fact that they had bypassed that stage already.
He wondered momentarily how long it would take before everyone knew, and then how long after that before Kyo and Yuki finally noticed that everyone already knew.
Hiro leaned his forehead against the cool glass, eyes leaving the cloudy skies and darting to the front gates just visible from his room window. Hatori had just returned from visiting one of the Souma that lived outside the compound. As Hiro watched, a blonde blur barreled down the walk and into the solemn dark-haired man. Momiji was chattering, cheerful as always, hands flying everywhere as he gestured and hopped and made a general nuisance of himself.
Hmph. Hiro snorted. Some people should act their age. He retreated from the window and turned to sweep a critical eye across his room. Everything was in its place, clean and organized, and sort of…dull…
The boy frowned.
Sometimes he wished that he, or his room at least, was brighter and more eye-catching and fun-spirited. But then, he thought, moving towards the door, that was why he had Kisa.
--
“I knew it, I knew it!”
“What did you know?”
“Kyo and Yuki are fuc-!”
“Momiji! You’re too young to talk about things like that!”
“Mmpfhgh! –Haru! I’m older than you by two months!”
“You still shouldn’t talk about things like that.”
“Naaaa, but I was right.”
“Of course you are. …how are you sure?”
“Ayame just called! He said Shigure, hee hee, listen to this, Haru! Shigure walked in on them scre-“
“Momiji!”
“Na, na, whatever. Isn’t that too funny? So did you know, Haru? Did you, did you, did you?”
“Hn.”
“You did!! When did you know?”
“Since the beginning.”
“Really? Wow—Haru’s so smart! I bet it’s because you liked Yuki so much that you know all about him and stuff.”
“Momiji…”
“Well, I knew three weeks ago! It was when…na, it was when Kyo and Yuki were visiting the main house and got into that fight before dinner and then they wouldn’t talk to each other. But after dinner they disappeared somewhere and when we saw them again Yuki’s hair was all messed up and Kyo was all red! And, I mean, it was only a short little bit of time but do you think maybe they were just really fast or—“
“Momiji!”
“What?”
“All they did was kiss, okay?”
“…how do you know, Haru?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“But Haaaarruuuuuu!”
“Go do your homework, Momiji.”
“Waahh You’re so mean, Haru.”
--
He stared at the sky and wondered what the hell he was doing. Why had life screwed him over so badly? What the hell was he supposed to do now?
Yuki had shoved him out of the room soon after Shigure had left.
Though he had still be furious and deeply embarrassed, what had struck him the most as he’d stumbled out into the hallway was the pale curve of Yuki’s shoulder where his shirt had slipped down.
He wanted to bite it and mark it as he had done only a few nights ago. Instead he shouted an insult through the door and stormed off to his own room.
--
A soft, pale blue had been brushed onto the canvas of the sky and birds twittered in their perches among the greenery. A chill wound its way through the air, not bitterly cold but nipping only slightly at bared cheeks in this early morning. Mrs. Sanotaka swept the front of her little knickknack shop perfunctorily, a daily routine, and paused when she caught sight of three youths heading her way down the street.
The Souma boys, she thought with a smile, and their adopted little sister. She saw them every day on their way to school, walking together. Sometimes, in the afternoon, when there was a lull in the business, she would catch a glimpse of one or two, or occasionally all of them on their way home.
She had spoken to them quite a few times before and knew the dark-haired little girl was very sweet and unprepossessing. Always very respectful…
But Mrs. Sanotaka had a soft spot for the taller of the two boys, the redhead that she so often saw wearing a scowl or a glare (often both) and was so temperamental. Her first middle school girl crush had been on a boy like the other, like Souma Yuki-san, quite good-looking and charming, but the man she had married had been her loud, brash friend for years. Their years of marriage hadn’t dulled his temper, she thought fondly, but it had taught him to keep a firm rein on it until the time was appropriate.
She wondered if Kyo-kun had someone in his life to help him learn when to yell and when to speak quietly, when to laugh and when to cry, and when to just smile and say something noncommittal.
“Sanotaka-san, good morning!” The girl greeted her enthusiastically, bowing, when they approached the store.
“Good morning,” replied Mrs. Sanotaka. She smiled and dipped her head in acknowledgment of the other two’s greetings as well.
As the trio continued on their way to school, she finished up the last of her sweeping and stood outside in the cool morning air for a while, watching the retreating backs of the three youths.
There was something distinctly…different today. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she knew in her bones something had changed. There was something off about the air around them… While there had always been tension between the two boys, she had never noticed any, what was this feeling? …Embarrassment? That was it. Both of the boys seemed to be abjectly embarrassed to be in each other’s presence…
How odd, she thought. Whatever could cause two feuding boys to feel embarrassed? Maybe they’d finally realized how shameful inter-familial feuds were?
Well, hopefully, the next step would be to get along!
Mrs. Sanotaka, feeling cheerful over this turn of events, returned to her shop and stashed the broom in the back.
--
“I can’t believe Tohru knew about our bet,” murmured Hanajima, rearranging her pencils neatly in her pencil case.
Uo shook her head in disbelief, blonde hair swinging over the desk. “She’s a hell of a lot more perceptive than we give her credit for,” she said with a short laugh.
Just after the bell had rang to signal the beginning of their morning break, Tohru had found her friends and informed them with a glowing smile, “I don’t think either Yuki-kun or Kyo-kun caved in. Both of them were discovered by Shigure-san yesterday.” This was all in the most confidential tones, of course. She would never think of betraying Kyo and Yuki’s secret to the entire class.
Tohru was getting a drink of water now, leaving Hanajima and Uo stunned in her wake.
“I can’t believe they got caught!”
Hanajima studied the arrangement of pencils. “I don’t think this qualifies,” she said as she picked up one pencil and moved it to the end of the row. “Neither of us won. We can wait to see who caves in and acknowledges it publicly first.”
Uo nodded thoughtfully then leaned forward conspiratorially across her desk. “What if they do it at the same time?”
Hanajima raised an eyebrow. “Can you picture them making a joint announcement about their relationship?”
There was a snort. “No.”
“Then I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
Tohru returned as Hanajima, finally satisfied with the way her pencils lay, carefully shut the lid of the black tin case. “Hana-chan, Uo-chan,” she said cheerfully, sitting in a nearby empty seat. “Remember that picnic we were talking about?”
Hanajima inclined her head.
“’Course,” replied Uo.
“I was thinking that maybe we could do it this weekend.” Tohru clasped her hands together, blushing a little. “We could go to a nice park and I could prepare all sorts of food for Kyo-kun and Yuki-kun and everyone else that’s coming.”
Uo grinned at her. “We’ll help.”
“Oh no, no!” Flustered, Tohru frantically waved her hands at them. “I didn’t mean it like that! I don’t want to trouble you, I mean, I’m sure you have things to do…”
“We’ll be glad to help,” said Hanajima with finality. She smiled faintly at Tohru. “Just remember to ask Kyo and Souma-kun.” She paused. “…and all the others,” she added reluctantly.
Uo couldn’t hide her smile. She knew all too well the voyeuristic streak in her dark-haired psychic friend.
Tohru beamed. “Okay!”
Hanajima hoped this would be the event that helped settle her and Uo’s bet for good.
--
“I hate you, damned cat,” Kyo muttered to him as the cat passed his desk on the way to his own seat.
His own glare was equally as intense. Keeping his face turned downward toward his notebook, his white-knuckled grip tight on his pencil, he replied tersely, “Likewise.”
--
Honda Tohru was a kind soul with a gentle spirit and a courage she’d learned from her mother. She was sometimes a little dense but always loving and loyal and it made up for anything she might lack. She, however, wasn’t stupid or blind.
Granted, she hadn’t known immediately that Kyo and Yuki had started—well, had changed the dynamics of their relationship. But it would’ve been impossible not to notice that the heated battles—both figurative and literal—had died down between them. There were still frequent glares and insults and occasional punches, certainly, but there was a decided lack of fervor, of hate, of the passion that had dictated their angry actions before.
It didn’t take long for Tohru to realize that the passion hadn’t disappeared; it’d just been directed elsewhere.
She’d never walked in on them or heard embarrassing sounds or anything as blatant as that. But she’d noticed things like purposefully avoidant gazes, red marks on pale skin, spontaneous blushes, and, most telling, the relaxed and almost sated states their encounters left them in.
She didn’t know what had brought them together but she was glad. Even if they seemed to be in denial about any deeper feelings, she was glad they’d taken at least a step towards some sort of reconciliation. And she knew, one day, that they’d be able to resolve their differences and end their pointless feud. They would be able to be, at the very least, friends, and if their current relationship was anything to go by, possibly more.
And she’d be happy. She would be glad that they no longer suffered from trying to hide from her, be glad that they trusted her enough to know that she’d accept them and never turn away from them. She could wait patiently until that day, suffering a little when she saw them suffering, but happy nonetheless because they had found each other.
Tohru was a loving girl. Once she’d let Kyo and Yuki into her heart, she’d never turn them out.
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Chapter title "mou kizuiteiru yo" translates to "they've already noticed."
[A Kyo/Yuki Fruits Basket fic]
[R to NC-17]
[Table of Contents]
Warnings: boy x boy, explicit content, incest (of a sort)
Disclaimer: I don't own and never will own the rights to Fruits Basket; I write not for profit but only to entertain my personal muses. Oh, and ANIMEVERSE.
Notes: Previously posted on Fanfiction.net, but it was removed due to content. Also seen at Kyouke. If you wish to archive, feel free. Just let me know. :D
Feedback would be greatly appreciated~
A LITTLE STRESS RELIEF
by Ryuuza/
meitachi/ chapter 7 mou kizuiteru yo /
Shigure had given them all of a two-second warning knock before he’d slid open the door. He stood for a moment, amused, as he watched the two boys entangled on the floor freeze. Slowly, their heads turned to face him, wide eyes lifted to gaze at his face.
It was then Shigure remembered the proper etiquette one was supposed to display in circumstances such as these. He promptly dropped his jaw, feigning shock, and gasped loudly. “Oh my gods,” he exclaimed, slapping his palms to his cheeks.
In a sudden blur of movement, Kyo leaped backwards off Yuki, chest bare and pants undone, face red and still gasping for breath. Yuki scrabbled away from Kyo as best as he could while being lost in his unbuttoned school shirt and on his back on the floor. However the two scrambled to rearrange themselves, as if putting distance between them now would erase Shigure’s eyeful of their proximity just moments before, nothing could hide the telltale details from even the least observant eyes.
The red marks scattered liberally over their upper bodies, primarily in the neck-collarbone area, gave good testament as to what the two boys had been up to, as did the bruised lips still damp with saliva. The discarded and disheveled clothing was a good hint too.
“Ah, ah…” Yuki’s breathing was labored as he stared at Shigure, searching frantically for some possible explanation.
“I take it you two weren’t doing push-ups?” Shigure asked dryly, letting his hands fall back to his sides. He let his face crease into the smirk he’d so desperately wanted to wear. “At least, none that didn’t involve one of you in some interesting contortions?”
Kyo’s face blazed even redder. He glared fiercely at the dog. “You—“ he growled.
“Now, now, Kyo-kun. You’re hardly in the position to be on the offense—“ Shigure stopped himself here to speculate, “Though you are on top, aren’t you? It really would be too sad if you played bottom to Yuki-kun, since you lose all your other fights to him too.” At the (murderous) look on the cat’s face, he beamed and continued serenely, “Anyhow, you’ve been caught in a compromising position. I do believe that calls for some proper defensive denials.”
Yuki stared at him.
“Well?” prompted Shigure, looking put out. He crossed his arms impatiently.
“Whatever it was you think you saw, you didn’t,” Yuki finally said. “We were…ah…” He looked torn, eyes darting about his room anxiously and finally resting on Kyo in a sort of desperate plea. Say something, his gaze pleaded. Stretching his arm, he snatched his shirt from its haphazard resting place on the floor and struggled into it.
Kyo snapped, “We weren’t doing anything, stupid dog. Just get the fuck out.”
“Hey, now!” Shigure put his hands on his hips and glared down at the two boys. “I happen to be your legal guardian for the moment and I am certain there are some sorts of rules that you’ve broken that I should be able to punish you for.” He looked thoughtful.
A shoe came flying at his head and Shigure ducked out of the room, snorting. He laughed as he slid the door shut quickly, but was privately thankful that instead of tearing through the paper door, the shoe hit edge of the doorframe and thudded to the floor. As he made his way down the hall, already relishing Ayame’s reaction when he called with the breaking news, he heard shouts echo behind him.
“Why the hell did you throw my shoe, you stupid cat?”
“Did you want him to stay?”
“Why couldn’t you have used your shoe?”
--
For all his eleven years of age, Souma Hiro did not miss much. There were times when he chose to deliberately ignore the information presented to him by his ever-watchful eyes, but the majority of times he accepted what he saw and moved on. There was no need to dwell.
Today, though, as he watched clouds form on the horizon, he took a moment to consider the relationship between two of his elder cousins: Souma Kyo and Souma Yuki.
He thought, somewhat disdainfully, that they probably still believed that they were keeping their relationship a secret.
Hi~mi~tsu, Hiro thought mockingly, a sneer curving his lips.
Honestly, he didn’t know why some people were so clueless.
Well, to give them some credit, there were a few people who still remained in the dark about how close the two boys were. Tohru, probably, Hiro thought uncharitably, but then regretted it as he recalled the smile that lit Kisa’s eyes every time she saw the girl.
Still, she probably didn’t know. She didn’t look for things like that; besides, she’d be too focused on making sure the two didn’t kill each other and trying desperately to convince them to be friends that she wouldn’t have noticed the fact that they had bypassed that stage already.
He wondered momentarily how long it would take before everyone knew, and then how long after that before Kyo and Yuki finally noticed that everyone already knew.
Hiro leaned his forehead against the cool glass, eyes leaving the cloudy skies and darting to the front gates just visible from his room window. Hatori had just returned from visiting one of the Souma that lived outside the compound. As Hiro watched, a blonde blur barreled down the walk and into the solemn dark-haired man. Momiji was chattering, cheerful as always, hands flying everywhere as he gestured and hopped and made a general nuisance of himself.
Hmph. Hiro snorted. Some people should act their age. He retreated from the window and turned to sweep a critical eye across his room. Everything was in its place, clean and organized, and sort of…dull…
The boy frowned.
Sometimes he wished that he, or his room at least, was brighter and more eye-catching and fun-spirited. But then, he thought, moving towards the door, that was why he had Kisa.
--
“I knew it, I knew it!”
“What did you know?”
“Kyo and Yuki are fuc-!”
“Momiji! You’re too young to talk about things like that!”
“Mmpfhgh! –Haru! I’m older than you by two months!”
“You still shouldn’t talk about things like that.”
“Naaaa, but I was right.”
“Of course you are. …how are you sure?”
“Ayame just called! He said Shigure, hee hee, listen to this, Haru! Shigure walked in on them scre-“
“Momiji!”
“Na, na, whatever. Isn’t that too funny? So did you know, Haru? Did you, did you, did you?”
“Hn.”
“You did!! When did you know?”
“Since the beginning.”
“Really? Wow—Haru’s so smart! I bet it’s because you liked Yuki so much that you know all about him and stuff.”
“Momiji…”
“Well, I knew three weeks ago! It was when…na, it was when Kyo and Yuki were visiting the main house and got into that fight before dinner and then they wouldn’t talk to each other. But after dinner they disappeared somewhere and when we saw them again Yuki’s hair was all messed up and Kyo was all red! And, I mean, it was only a short little bit of time but do you think maybe they were just really fast or—“
“Momiji!”
“What?”
“All they did was kiss, okay?”
“…how do you know, Haru?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“But Haaaarruuuuuu!”
“Go do your homework, Momiji.”
“Waahh You’re so mean, Haru.”
--
He stared at the sky and wondered what the hell he was doing. Why had life screwed him over so badly? What the hell was he supposed to do now?
Yuki had shoved him out of the room soon after Shigure had left.
Though he had still be furious and deeply embarrassed, what had struck him the most as he’d stumbled out into the hallway was the pale curve of Yuki’s shoulder where his shirt had slipped down.
He wanted to bite it and mark it as he had done only a few nights ago. Instead he shouted an insult through the door and stormed off to his own room.
--
A soft, pale blue had been brushed onto the canvas of the sky and birds twittered in their perches among the greenery. A chill wound its way through the air, not bitterly cold but nipping only slightly at bared cheeks in this early morning. Mrs. Sanotaka swept the front of her little knickknack shop perfunctorily, a daily routine, and paused when she caught sight of three youths heading her way down the street.
The Souma boys, she thought with a smile, and their adopted little sister. She saw them every day on their way to school, walking together. Sometimes, in the afternoon, when there was a lull in the business, she would catch a glimpse of one or two, or occasionally all of them on their way home.
She had spoken to them quite a few times before and knew the dark-haired little girl was very sweet and unprepossessing. Always very respectful…
But Mrs. Sanotaka had a soft spot for the taller of the two boys, the redhead that she so often saw wearing a scowl or a glare (often both) and was so temperamental. Her first middle school girl crush had been on a boy like the other, like Souma Yuki-san, quite good-looking and charming, but the man she had married had been her loud, brash friend for years. Their years of marriage hadn’t dulled his temper, she thought fondly, but it had taught him to keep a firm rein on it until the time was appropriate.
She wondered if Kyo-kun had someone in his life to help him learn when to yell and when to speak quietly, when to laugh and when to cry, and when to just smile and say something noncommittal.
“Sanotaka-san, good morning!” The girl greeted her enthusiastically, bowing, when they approached the store.
“Good morning,” replied Mrs. Sanotaka. She smiled and dipped her head in acknowledgment of the other two’s greetings as well.
As the trio continued on their way to school, she finished up the last of her sweeping and stood outside in the cool morning air for a while, watching the retreating backs of the three youths.
There was something distinctly…different today. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she knew in her bones something had changed. There was something off about the air around them… While there had always been tension between the two boys, she had never noticed any, what was this feeling? …Embarrassment? That was it. Both of the boys seemed to be abjectly embarrassed to be in each other’s presence…
How odd, she thought. Whatever could cause two feuding boys to feel embarrassed? Maybe they’d finally realized how shameful inter-familial feuds were?
Well, hopefully, the next step would be to get along!
Mrs. Sanotaka, feeling cheerful over this turn of events, returned to her shop and stashed the broom in the back.
--
“I can’t believe Tohru knew about our bet,” murmured Hanajima, rearranging her pencils neatly in her pencil case.
Uo shook her head in disbelief, blonde hair swinging over the desk. “She’s a hell of a lot more perceptive than we give her credit for,” she said with a short laugh.
Just after the bell had rang to signal the beginning of their morning break, Tohru had found her friends and informed them with a glowing smile, “I don’t think either Yuki-kun or Kyo-kun caved in. Both of them were discovered by Shigure-san yesterday.” This was all in the most confidential tones, of course. She would never think of betraying Kyo and Yuki’s secret to the entire class.
Tohru was getting a drink of water now, leaving Hanajima and Uo stunned in her wake.
“I can’t believe they got caught!”
Hanajima studied the arrangement of pencils. “I don’t think this qualifies,” she said as she picked up one pencil and moved it to the end of the row. “Neither of us won. We can wait to see who caves in and acknowledges it publicly first.”
Uo nodded thoughtfully then leaned forward conspiratorially across her desk. “What if they do it at the same time?”
Hanajima raised an eyebrow. “Can you picture them making a joint announcement about their relationship?”
There was a snort. “No.”
“Then I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
Tohru returned as Hanajima, finally satisfied with the way her pencils lay, carefully shut the lid of the black tin case. “Hana-chan, Uo-chan,” she said cheerfully, sitting in a nearby empty seat. “Remember that picnic we were talking about?”
Hanajima inclined her head.
“’Course,” replied Uo.
“I was thinking that maybe we could do it this weekend.” Tohru clasped her hands together, blushing a little. “We could go to a nice park and I could prepare all sorts of food for Kyo-kun and Yuki-kun and everyone else that’s coming.”
Uo grinned at her. “We’ll help.”
“Oh no, no!” Flustered, Tohru frantically waved her hands at them. “I didn’t mean it like that! I don’t want to trouble you, I mean, I’m sure you have things to do…”
“We’ll be glad to help,” said Hanajima with finality. She smiled faintly at Tohru. “Just remember to ask Kyo and Souma-kun.” She paused. “…and all the others,” she added reluctantly.
Uo couldn’t hide her smile. She knew all too well the voyeuristic streak in her dark-haired psychic friend.
Tohru beamed. “Okay!”
Hanajima hoped this would be the event that helped settle her and Uo’s bet for good.
--
“I hate you, damned cat,” Kyo muttered to him as the cat passed his desk on the way to his own seat.
His own glare was equally as intense. Keeping his face turned downward toward his notebook, his white-knuckled grip tight on his pencil, he replied tersely, “Likewise.”
--
Honda Tohru was a kind soul with a gentle spirit and a courage she’d learned from her mother. She was sometimes a little dense but always loving and loyal and it made up for anything she might lack. She, however, wasn’t stupid or blind.
Granted, she hadn’t known immediately that Kyo and Yuki had started—well, had changed the dynamics of their relationship. But it would’ve been impossible not to notice that the heated battles—both figurative and literal—had died down between them. There were still frequent glares and insults and occasional punches, certainly, but there was a decided lack of fervor, of hate, of the passion that had dictated their angry actions before.
It didn’t take long for Tohru to realize that the passion hadn’t disappeared; it’d just been directed elsewhere.
She’d never walked in on them or heard embarrassing sounds or anything as blatant as that. But she’d noticed things like purposefully avoidant gazes, red marks on pale skin, spontaneous blushes, and, most telling, the relaxed and almost sated states their encounters left them in.
She didn’t know what had brought them together but she was glad. Even if they seemed to be in denial about any deeper feelings, she was glad they’d taken at least a step towards some sort of reconciliation. And she knew, one day, that they’d be able to resolve their differences and end their pointless feud. They would be able to be, at the very least, friends, and if their current relationship was anything to go by, possibly more.
And she’d be happy. She would be glad that they no longer suffered from trying to hide from her, be glad that they trusted her enough to know that she’d accept them and never turn away from them. She could wait patiently until that day, suffering a little when she saw them suffering, but happy nonetheless because they had found each other.
Tohru was a loving girl. Once she’d let Kyo and Yuki into her heart, she’d never turn them out.
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Chapter title "mou kizuiteiru yo" translates to "they've already noticed."
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