Koushuu raises a brow at Takuma’s tone which was way too sweet for his own liking. “What is it?”
“Is it true that back in high school you had stereotypes for everyone from your imagination?” Takuma rolls over to rest his head on Koushuu’s lap, looking up at Koushuu. “Kuramochi-senpai said he used to hear you mumble things bout’ it.”
Koushuu freezes. He’s going to shove that bastard’s head into the dirt next time he sees them.
He grits his teeth. “I was fifteen.”
Takuma pushes himself up, nearly butting heads with Koushuu, and sits on his knees to look at Koushuu with an expression of pure curiosity. (Koushuu knows that isn’t innocent curiosity, he knows it’s the I-Am-Going-To-Get-Answers-Out-Of-You curious stare.)
“So you do admit you had them! Koushuu, please, please, tell me who Kuramochi-senpai was to you!”
Koushuu grimaces, resisting the urge to simply get up and walk out of their apartment to avoid this conversation. “…He was the brute good for nothing sidekick.”
Takuma giggles, actually giggles and it’s really cute, especially with the cheeky grin on his face— Koushuu mentally scolds himself for utterly being so in love with an idiot.
“Wait, wait, who was Haruichi-senpai then to you,” Takuma’s attempting to calm himself from laughter, ”in fact who were the Kominatos to you?”
It isn’t a lie and he doesn’t have to be embarrassed by it, practically everyone knows so it’s alright if he thought they were that too. Right?
Takuma’s clutching at his stomach and wheezing (How this boy was able to go from light chuckling to loss of breath within seconds was a mystery to Koushuu.), face red and glasses nearly falling off his face.
“How about Miyuki-senpai, Sawamura-senpai, Asada-kun, and Kanemaru-senpai?” Takuma stutters over his words, tearing up.
Koushuu takes a moment to actually understand who’s names he was saying, scowling upon hearing the name of the catcher. He debates just shutting his mouth now and ignoring Takuma, but the way Takuma looks like he’s seen something he’s lost for years just by his answers overtakes him and he answers anyways.
“Evil villain, manic pixie dream guy, someone who deserved better and all my pity went to him for being the only normal one.” Koushuu says as fast as he can in hopes Takuma doesn’t even understand his words so he doesn’t have to admit anything.
Takuma shoves his face into the couch pillow. The only thing Koushuu hears is muffled hysterical laughter.
“Who was I to you?”
Koushuu shrugs, “You didn’t really change much from what I thought you were. You’re still the sidekick I had who I eventually fell in love with.”
“You’ve been reading too much manga!” Takuma shoves his face into the pillow once again, this time face red for completely different reasons.
