"Apodyopsis: The act of mentally undressing someone."

Sometimes, when Hiroki did the simplest things, such as washing the dishes, trying to sleep or even doing a thing as common (for him) as reading a book, he shivered.

It wasn't a bad shiver, but it wasn't a great shiver as well. It was more like he knew something was going on, but he couldn't quite grasp what it was. Well, he knew what it was, but he preferred not to think of it as that'd undoubtedly lead to him having urges he still refused to acknowledge he had.

Because every time he felt that odd feeling, he looked around. And every time, he saw Nowaki sitting or standing or even lying somewhere, looking completely innocent or engrossed with something entirely else.

But Hiroki knew Nowaki. He also knew his lover's eyes tended to wander to places on his body. And if anyone ever saw Nowaki staring like that, they'd sure think he was a pervert.

Which he really was, but other people needn't know that. That was for only Hiroki to know...

Suddenly, Hiroki shook his head, pretending he hadn't just thought such a... such an oddly possessive thought.

'Hiro-san?'

'WHA?!'

Hiroki swiveled around in his chair, only to face the front of Nowaki's jeans from where he himself was sitting on a chair. For a second, he just stared, before looking up.

'What?!'

'Hiro-san sounds annoyed. What's wrong?'

The grumpy man's face heated up faster than anyone would have thought possible.

'Nothing! Why should anything be wrong?! Maybe I'm just annoyed for no-'

Nowaki had leaned in and pressed his lips to his lover's. Maybe it was just to stop his embarrassed ranting... Or maybe he just had other motives, considering his hands immediately roamed over Hiroki's chest. The other pushed him away.

'Baka! What the hell-'

'Hiro-san.'

Needless to say, the odd feeling of being stared at was usually followed by Hiroki having an aching lower backside the next morning.

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