Conclusion.

"I like you." What? Did he just say he liked me? How was that possible? They only joked about that sort of thing. It had never been serious. Had it? At least not from Hinata's seemingly skewed perspective. Then why was he standing here during this serious moment saying words like that Otonashi wondered. His shoulders came up to his ears and he turned around giving the blue haired male a once over."I am serious Oto." The back of the ginger's hair bristled at the soft look his male counterpart was giving him.

"Don't look at me like that." He complained crossing his arms. I am supposed to be mad at you. How can I be made at you when you're looking at me like that? Your nose crinkling and your eyes looking right through me. I hate when you do that Hinata, it makes me go weak at the knees. "You just messing with me again right? Like when you were dying but since we can't die it was pointless."

"You came running to me Oto, you were checking if I was okay..holding me in your lap." Stop that you blue haired villain."I should be asking you the same questions you've been asking me." He didn't know what to think about all this. Why was Hin being so cool about this? This was serious. They were both men. It was-Otonashi let out a small gasp, his lips trembling as Hinata pushed him against the door frame, his slightly taller stature giving him the advantage. "Do you feel the same way?"

Absolutely not. I have no idea what you're talking about."I.." He bit his lip hard."I…" Apparently Hinata wasn't going to let him get a word in because the lips that fell across his were commanding and seemed rather determined to change his mind, even though he felt intense things about the blue haired creaton already. I do like you, more than just like, though.

He tastes like oranges
He tastes like coffee.