shattered || part 2
Admittedly, Mikuo hadn’t slept much the night before. He had been tossing and turning on the living room couch, bothered endlessly by countless emotions and thoughts. His hands had gripped the Wii controller several times over, and Mikuo was quite certain that his television was growing tired of his prolonged indecisiveness. When the sun came up however, Mikuo decided that it would be best to make some breakfast. With how much energy he had wasted with his eyes wide open, the aching hunger in his stomach was not ignored.
Cocoa Puffs was his only cereal option, but it had to do with how utterly lazy he felt. Miku had always been a deviant when it came to raiding the pantry. Even though the girl knew his only treasured breakfast cereal was Cheerios, his sister gobbled them all up without even a second thought. After opening up the refrigerator door to grab the milk jug, Mikuo was shook wildly by a distraught RInto. Groggily glancing over to his friend, he frowned wearily. The questions that the teenager had known would be coming had presented themselves far too early for his taste.
He looked at his companion up and down, growing unusually embarrassed by Rinto’s lack of attire. On normal circumstances, Mikuo wouldn’t have paid much mind. The boy had seen his friend naked several times over, but after the previous night’s events, he was unsure if he would ever be able to allow himself the sight. Rather quickly, Mikuo hugged the comforter around Rinto’s waist. Although the cloth had been covering up the majority of the blonde’s lower half, his hands flew to rescue for his own sanity.
"Nothing of your concern," he told him gently. Letting go of the heavy fabric, Mikuo brushed a few blond strands away from Rinto’s face. He couldn’t help but to make a few quick glances at the other boy’s soft lips. The memory of how warm they felt against his had stained his brain. Butterflies fluttering about his belly weren’t even half the words to describe the monstrosity he felt.
Frowning a little, Mikuo internally cursed his bright red cheeks. “But um… What do you remember from the night before?"
Mikuo's avoidance of his queries raised more concern to to grow in the blond. True, whatever had happened to Mikuo the night before was his business entirely, but Rinto couldn't help but feel entitled to some idea of what occurred. Still, if his friend didn't want to tell, he wouldn't pressure him. The taller male looked like he hadn't slept at all the entire night, pestering him for information wouldn't be the best option to go with if he didn't want to exhaust Mikuo any further.
Loosening his grip, he removed his hands away to give room for Mikuo's sudden urge to fix the blanket he'd hung loosely around himself. It was odd for him to actually take action against Rinto's occasional lack of clothing, Mikuo only ever said anything about it when they were at school or any other public area. Thinking back on it, he used to get incredibly flustered in middle school whenever Rinto came home from school and immediately stripped down to his underwear. It was most likely because he wasn't used to it though, over the years Mikuo's reaction to his antics had been reduced to either a deadpanned stare or laughter depending on his mood or just how ridiculous Rinto's ideas and actions were.
"Fiiiiiiiiine..." He pouted while crossing his arms, not taking any notice of the other's flushed face or wandering eyes. The sudden contact however forced his attention back to Mikuo. He wasn't as jittery around his friend anymore, their outing had helped Rinto reaccustom himself to his presence once again but he couldn't stop feeling overly self conscious at Mikuo's touch.
Backing away slightly, Rinto focused his stare down at the tiled floor as he tried to recount the night's events in his head. "Uh... Not much to be honest..." He trailed off, looking over to the box of cereal the other had gotten out. "All I can really remember is you looking kinda upset... You didn't have to go with me if you didn't want to, y'know," breathing in slightly, he forced himself to look up and give Mikuo a small smile. Acting so hesitantly around his friend was only causing problems, the stiffness between them was becoming unbearable and he needed to put a stop to it soon before it blew out of proportion.
Cautiously, he reached out and took both of Mikuo's hands in his, still gazing at him softly. "I'm sorry, you only went out because of me. If you would have rather stayed home, you could've said so."
