Hello, all! This is my first ever fanfiction, and I'm so excited! I was shocked by how few stories there were for this fandom, so I decided to contribute!

Warnings: Yaoi

Disclaimer: Keito and Serizawa do not belong to me in any way, shape, or form.

No matter how long they've been together, Keito can't help but be amazed that Seri-san chose him.

His smaller lover was so charming and kind and beautiful. He didn't get upset or worked up over things like Keito did. He never got so embarrassed he cried, and he certainly never scared away complete strangers. He wasn't a disaster in the kitchen and he was so confident...unlike Keito, who was awkward and bumbling and forever mangling his words. They were complete opposites, like oil and water. They shouldn't have been able to mix, but...

Keito peeked down at the dark brown head of hair that was tucked beneath his chin. Seri-san was deeply asleep after their...activities a few hours before, his face pressed against Keito's chest, their legs tangled. Keito loved the way Seri-san looked when he slept. His face, always sporting some kind of smile, went completely slack. His dark hair, usually tangled after their late-night escapades, lay softly along his cheeks and forehead, a stark contrast against his pale skin.

Somehow, this man, beautiful and kind, had chosen Keito. For some unfathomable reason, he had chosen the awkward, inexperienced teenager over anyone else. And, though Keito didn't fully understand his lover's reasons, he was immeasurably grateful to be with him.

With a small smile, Keito pressed his lips against Seri-san's soft head and drifted to sleep.

Incredibly sappy, but I liked it. :-) Read and Review?