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The warmth of Asami's skin felt like a bliss. He shifted closer to Asami because he felt he was going to fall from the bed, and he propped on his elbow again. "Trying to stop you from making the biggest mistake in your life."Īkihito blew a heavy breath, then turned around again, to the back of Asami's head, the bed squeaking with his movement. "Speaking of your own experience?" he teased. You can't write a love letter unless you're the one in love with the girl.'Īkihito laughed softly.
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"You can't write a love letter for another person. Akihito shifted to lie on his back, facing the ceiling.
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"The thing is, Akihito," Asami spoke again, his voice sleepy. He was as hopeless as Takato with words, so why the favour? He listened to Asami's slow, steady breath, thinking that maybe Asami was right. Then he straightened his arm, and turned around to face the bookshelf and wardrobe. "I think you better stick to your choice of career."Īkihito made a face to the back of Asami's head. "You think I can't write a good love letter?"
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"Tell him to read Kahlil Gibran or something, rather than asking for your help." This girl, she's into all sorts of nice poems, English poems, literatures, so my friend wants to impress her with a nicely written love letter."Īsami snorted, then turned around again. He fell in love with this pretty girl, but he cannot write a love letter even if his life is depended on it."Īkihito scowled. "Haven't crossed my mind, yet," Akihito answered, setting himself to prop on his elbow, supporting his head with hand, thinking that Asami should not be smelling this good at three o'clock in the morning, as if he had just gotten out of the shower instead of driving around the city all day. The man only watched as he sprawled along the mattress, trying not to press his body to Asami, as the bed did not leave much space with the man taking most of it with his huge body. Again, much to his surprise, Asami did not grab him and ravish him right away, but Akihito took it as a bless. It had its share of abuse during Asami's best moods. "Are you cheating on me?" he asked, squinting his eyes.Īkihito climbed carefully onto the bed, praying that the wooden frame did not give away this time. He kept the sweatpants because Asami still kept his briefs.Īsami rolled around, frowning at him. It was pretty cold, with water still pouring down from the sky, but with Asami sharing his bed, it would get very warm later, so there was no point in keeping his t-shirt on. "It's a love letter," said Akihito as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. He lay on his side, facing the wall, his back towards Akihito. Much to his surprise, Asami still had his underwear on. He put his pen back down, and went to join Asami in the bed. So much from trying to think while Asami was here. He could even hear the sound of the springy mattress sank under Asami's weight, and before long he started to wonder whether Asami slept naked in his bed. More sounds told him that Asami took his clothes off first, hanging them in the wardrobe, before finally putting his weight on the bed. Then he found himself listening to Asami's movements as the man went to the other end of the room, where the bed was leaning against one wall, that part was separated from the dining/study room part by a bookshelf and a wardrobe. However, since Asami had tried to be polite, Akihito decided to return the favour and granted him his wish. Now that's an improvement, and given that they would end up in bed anyway, Akihito did not see the reason why Asami needed to ask permission from him. "None of your business anyway."Īkihito was almost certain that Asami would insist on looking at the pink paper, which would lead to a fighting which would end up with him being thrown to the bed by the man and ravaged thoroughly, but instead, Asami pulled his hand. nothing," he stammered, swatting Asami's hand away from the pink paper on the table. "What are you doing?" Akihito jumped when he heard Asami's voice so close to his ear. "If you want some tea or anything, help yourself with the kitchen."Īkihito went back to his table, perching on his chair, biting on his pen. "Let me just finish something," Akihito mumbled, walking past Asami who was taking his shoes off at the entryway. He stepped back to let Asami in, and closed the door. "I'll leave once it lets up," said Asami without any trace of willingness in his voice. He simply put his pen down, got up from his chair and got the door. It did not surprise Akihito at all when he heard the doorbell ring at three o'clock in the morning.