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Arakita stared at the blank word document on his laptop screen, the black dash flashing on and off. The longer he stared at it, the more annoyed he felt and in the end he slammed his laptop close with a yell. Sure, this paper was due like, tomorrow or so, but he just could not concentrate.
He grabbed the can of Bepsi on his desk and threw his head back, finishing the last of it in one big gulp. Arakita slammed the empty Bepsi can down and chucked it into the bin, not caring if it actually went in or not and flopped face down onto his bed.
It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen Onoda-chan.
Sure they did text and call during this time, but it’s just so different. It’s so different when Onoda wasn’t here in his arms. It’d be a lie to say that Arakita didn’t want to touch Onoda. Of course he did. He wanted to touch Onoda almost every second of the day, but he also wanted to touch Onoda non-sexually.
Arakita brought up his hand and looked at his calloused palm, closed his fingers then opened them again and repeated the process. He could barely feel the softness of Onoda’s body under them anymore. The last time he cuddled Onoda was too long ago, and the things he would do just to have Onoda in his arms.
He misses the way Onoda smiles so genuinely and without any impurity and the way it makes his stomach turn in the best way possible. He misses the way Onoda apologises wholeheartedly at the smallest mistake he makes and the way it makes him want to cuddle him until they fall asleep. He misses the way Onoda hums the hime hime song off vocally and the way it makes him smile unconsciously. He misses the way Onoda’s small body fits perfectly within his arms and how much it made him feel it was where they both were meant to be.
He misses the untainted and pure way Onoda smells and how it makes him feel so relaxed and at peace. He misses the way Onoda blushes scarlet when they kiss and how much it makes his heart bang against his chest. He misses the way Onoda tasted as he lets his tongue glide over every corner of Onoda’s body and the way it made his own crotch burn with lust. He misses the way Onoda moans erotically when he’s touching him in all the right places and how much he wants to claim Onoda as his own, and most of all he just misses Onoda.
Arakita turned his head once again and screamed into his pillow, not caring if the people next door could hear him or not. He only stopped when his throat really started to hurt, pushing himself off the bed and went to the fridge to get another can of Bepsi.
As he walked back towards his bed, his phone started vibrating. Every single fibre and cell in Arakita’s body wanted to not pick up and just turn off his phone, but if it was Toudou or Machimiya and he misses their calls, god knows how much shit he’s going to have to deal with them the next day.
Reluctantly, Arakita took one last swig of his Bepsi and flipped open his phone, putting it against his ear and readied himself for a barrage of pointless words.
“Arakita-san?”
There was only one single human being in this world that could make his name sound like the most fucking beautiful thing in this world.
The can of Bepsi fell from Arakita’s grip and spilled all over the floor, and he only realised what had happened when the drink seeped through his socks. He cursed and threw his phone on his bed, rushing to the kitchen and grabbed a rag, cleaning the mess up in less than a minute and put his phone against his ear again, relieved that he could still hear the other’s voice.
“A-Arakita-san?? Is everything ok?? Are you hurt?? What happened??” Arakita held back a chuckle at Onoda’s bombard of questions, sitting himself down on his bed and leaned against the wall, waiting for the other to stop talking to finally speak up.
“Onoda-chan, I’ve missed you."
And now it was Arakita’s turn to hear a loud thump and Onoda’s surprised squeal. He brought up his hand and covered his eyes, knowing red must’ve began spreading past his cheeks by now. How is it even possible for a human being to be this. Fucking. Cute.
“S-Sorry Arakita-san! I was surprised because Arakita-san usually never says these things ah but it doesn’t mean I was unhappy!! I’m very happy that Arakita-san missed me because I’ve missed Arakita-san as well!!”
“Mm. I’ve missed you a lot.”
“A-Arakita-san…”
“Ahhhhh this isn’t good.” Arakita pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I really want to fucking hug you right now, Onoda-chan.”
“A-Ah…”
“I miss you so much, Onoda-chan.”
“A-Actually, I have a day off this Friday because of Easter and I was wondering if Arakita-san gets a long weekend off and if it was ok for me to…um…well…come over? And since my mother is on another trip with her friends I could stay over for the long weekend but only if its ok with Arakita-san!! I don't want to be a bother to you and your university studies and-”
"Onoda-chan," Arakita spoke and cut off Onoda's sentence. "It's ok and yes come over." Fuck that paper.
“Ah that’s good, I'm glad it's ok! Then I’ll see you on Friday then?”
Hell fucking yes. “Yea, see you. Oh wait, Onoda-chan.”
“Ah, what is it, Arakita-san?”
“I love you.”