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Cursive Chapter 4 (bonus)

This was written months ago but when I finished Ch.4, I had to cut it out mostly due to length. I’m sorry this took so long, I had little free time because of school. Thank you for all the support on Cursive! See the bonus scene below the cut ^.^

ao3: read from chapter one

Shiro couldn’t sleep. His eyes had long since adjusted to the light and he could make out, quite clearly the sleeping forms of those beside him. He flipped onto his back, restless. A hand behind his head as he looked to the ceiling, the other on his stomach under the blanket. The room was filled with the steady breaths of the sleeping children. He closed his eyes, listening for Siegbert’s and found that even his breathing was gentle.

He thought back to a couple days ago when he and Asugi were at the canteen buying lunch. It rained that day, as it had been for the last two, a downpour in the mornings that turned into a drizzle by late afternoon. Shiro’s usual lunch consisted of a meat bun, curry bun, and red bean for dessert. Asugi favoured the sweet ones, rotating daily between red bean, custard, and chocolate. That day, Siegbert had a student council meeting so they ate by the window near their favourite vending machine instead of on the rooftop. Territorial, Nina had accused them of once. Shiro was staring out the window, watching the rain drench the field, hoping it would end before practice. He did not mind the mud and the dirt but every time he went to see Siegbert at the cafe the boss would turn up his nose like he was a giant dog.

He sighed and glanced at Asugi, casually thumbing over articles on his phone with a sucker in his mouth. He sighed again.

“Can I do something for you, Shiro?” Asugi did not look at him but his eyes lifted like he had rolled them.

“It’s raining,” he said, monotonously.

“So? I can’t do anything about that.” He rotated his phone to the side and a video began to play.

Shiro groaned. He turned and slid down to the floor, kicking his feet out in front of him.

“It’ll clear up soon,” said Asugi, his eyes never leaving the screen. “Then after practice, you’ll visit Siegbert and you can tell him all about how I put up with your complaining during lunch when he wasn’t around.” His words slurred with the sucker still in his mouth.

He made a small sound of amusement, keeping his eyes on the floor.

From the end of the hall, he heard the sound of a group of students walking by and instinctively looked up. They were younger than them, second years from the blue trim on the skirts of their uniform. He turned back to the window uninterested but noticed Asugi had been watching them as they passed. The sound of the rain filled their silence and Shiro bit slowly into the curry bun, watching as rain droplets hit the window, picking two and racing them across the pane.

“What’s it like,” Asugi spoke after some time had passed. “With a guy, I mean.”

He found he could not look his friend in the eye. “Why?”

He shrugged. “Thought I’d ask.”

Shiro stood awkwardly and rested his elbow against the window ledge, burying his chin into the knitted sleeve of his cardigan. He could feel his ears turn red. “You don’t just ask these things,” he murmured into his sleeve.

“Really, I can’t imagine the appeal.” He brought a hand to the sucker and twisted the stick. It was a nervous habit Asugi had never really been able to get rid of.

He understood, not long ago he never would have thought about it himself. Now, all that consumed him was the half mast eyes, a deep brown gazing back at him with flushed cheeks and the long lashes that curled around them, tickling his cheek when he went to nibble his ear. He wanted to feel the rapid beating of Siegbert’s heart beneath the slender muscles of his chest and reach below his stomach, between his legs to find fine golden hair.

Shiro opened his eyes, taking him back to the darkness of the theatre room in Kiragi’s house. He realized with a flush that his hand had moved underneath his shorts. It was hopeless. Shiro got up from the futon as quietly as he could and headed for the bathroom.

Floors creaked quietly as he walked by the kitchen barefooted to the guest bathroom. Though he was already quite a distance away from the sleeping trio, he acted as silently as he could, lifting up the sliding door of the bathroom a fraction of an inch to slide it open and slipping himself inside, locking the door behind him.

The bathroom was small and meticulously designed just like the rest of the house. A low stool sat in front of a shower head and a large window overlooked the open forest when one were to sit in the rectangular bathtub. The entire room was covered in a dark tile. In the corner, a small green plant was placed on top of a table with a basket of hand towels. Shiro slumped down onto the cold tile resting his back against the bathtub, pushing his hair back with his hand, squinting at the bright ceiling light as he tilted his head back, taking himself back to his conversation with Asugi.

“I didn’t really either," he had answered finally. "But if you want to know what it’s like, I can’t help you there. We haven’t done anything."

Asugi fixed him with a look. “You haven’t--,”

“--no.”

“What about--,”

“--nope.”

He arched a brow. “Even--,”

“No.” He blushed furiously.

“But you’re both guys, you should know how to--,”

“Stop.” He laughed, shaking his head from side to side.

Asugi seemed to be holding his tongue. He stared at Shiro, chewing his bottom lip until he said, “why not?”

Shiro pressed his palms into his forehead. “Hasn’t been the right time I guess.” This was all so incredibly awkward, he thought. “It’s fine,” he said a little too sharply and flinched when he saw thin lips press together in a smirk, bracing himself as he balanced on the blade of Asugi’s silver tongue.

“Scared you won’t like what you find?”

He frowned now as he did then. Already half hard, he had slid his boxers and shorts off beside him. Shiro breathed out, long and slow as he spread his legs slightly apart and felt the pulsing thickness between his legs. He thought of the soft inner thighs hiding lean muscle and how when he squeezed them, they would flex against his hand with a shudder. Siegbert had arched his back into his chest, exposing his throat and grabbed a fistful of Shiro's hair, causing a current to run through him. His heart beat quickly and he squeezed his eyes shut. It did not take long and Shiro found himself slightly flushed, his cheeks warm, breathing laboured, and his hand sticky.

“I don’t think that’s the case,” he said to himself.

After cleaning himself off, he dressed quickly and stood to glance at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was tousled and his eyes much too bright, matching the lingering redness of his flushed face.

In the darkness, he used his hand to guide himself back to the theatre room. The task was not a difficult one, he had known this house for years, as well as his own. From the bathroom he knew if he reached a hand out he would find the dent where Kiragi accidentally threw a baseball through the wall on Children’s Day. His uncle had spent the rest of the afternoon patching up the hole.

Back in the theatre room, filled with sounds of even breaths and the hum of the heater, he stopped to gaze at Siegbert’s sleeping form. The blanket lay listlessly underneath his arm, he slept on his side, feet tucked underneath him. He had a wide forehead, handsome and regal but his face was angelic with the sort of delicacy that tugged at Shiro's heart and there lay a sweetness from the transparency of all the emotions that painted across from it. His exposed hand curled so that his thumb and index fingers touched and with a muffled chuckle, Shiro thought he looked like he was holding a pencil.

He titled his head and his brows furrowed slightly. Not a pencil, Shiro thought, lips quivering into a grin. Maybe a brush.

He lingered only a little longer. Shiro passed by the sleeping forms of Forrest and Kiragi and slipped inside the futon, carefully lifting the blanket so as to not disturb Kiragi and his mess of sprawled out limbs. Tiredness overcame him and he slept.

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