Hoshi's point of view
I sat in the car, and even started the engine. I was ready to go home, but I couldn't. He is my home, and I needed to tell him before he leaves. I rushed out of the car shouting at him. "Nikko! Wait!"
He stopped right under a lamp, and patiently waited for me. My mind was blank. I could only focus on what I wanted the most at the moment. I grabbed his cheeks and kissed him. Finally.
Even though I used to doubt my bisexuality, I haven't doubted this decision for a second. I knew this was just right. All the tense I felt fell down the second his lips sweetly smiled at me, and he returned me the kiss, on the 22nd December. I can officially say that this was the best birthday gift I've ever gotten.
Of course when I got home, I told Aito (my very blonde roommate and best friend) everything, while snacking on my favoured strawberries. He hugged me the tightest he ever did knowing how much I wanted this to happen. I only let out everything beautiful I had to say, while he proudly listened to the love speaking from me.
That night, I slept really peacefully.
And so it has already been 3 months since.
Nothing has really changed, except with the season changing to spring, Nikko now looks happier than ever and he lives to show off some crazy outfits that were buried deep in his closet during the winter.
The three months (that passed quicker than lightning honestly) went like this: In January Nikko complained about a certain guy named Takamori joining his school volleyball team, we both studied hard because of a lot of tests, and spent most of our free nights in our favourite café. In February we used to visit the ice rink together and were too shy and busy to celebrate our first valentine's day. He also dragged me out early in the morning a few times to go for a walk in the freezing February weather, because he said he loved this specific foggy, morning atmosphere. In March we celebrated his birthday and went to see the first cherry blossoms blooming, which Nikko was exceptionally looking forward to, because he has never seen Japan's beauty when it's slowly getting covered in pink. And now it's April. I wonder what this month is planning for us.
Maybe finally admitting that we're dating?
Nikko is a genuinely clingy person, yet he now somehow holds back completely, taking things slow, so slow that I indeed would be afraid to call the two of us a couple. We still remain in intense eye contact, pleasant tense and occasional touches, and it's been slightly confusing for me.
If his love language is touch, as he says, why do we never kiss? Why does he never come up for a hug, or cuddle me when we're watching a movie? Is he that shy to do anything, or he actually doesn't feel the same?
Yet I think he does feel the same, although he may not show it. It's because since that kiss, there is actually one thing that has changed.
Nikko and I started sharing our everyday struggles, confiding our insecurities and problems to each other, which makes us closer than only friends.
And I always thought that physical touch and sex is crucial for a relationship, but with him I'm discovering that I don't crave it at all. All I really want is to be with him and be able to drown in his blue, nemophila (these flowers are his favourite by the way) eyes, softly hug him at the calmest moments.
Within these 3 months, we built a bond of trust and empathy with which no physical touch can compete with. Or at least for me, as for a person whose love language is truly being able to say everything, with having the others' effort of genuinely trying to understand you.
Nikko always listens and tries to help me, and even when he's lost in what I'm saying, he can always find the right words to lead me on the right path.
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It's Saturday, the 19th of April.
I'm on my morning run through Tokyo, the warm, spring air making me sweat earlier than I usually do.
The light blue fabric of my shorts is lightly flowing with my movements, my watches already measuring the 4th kilometer when I reach the city centre. I'm taking a video while running through a sakura alley that is now fully bloomed, covering me with a soft, pink shadow. Occasionally a lonely petal falls, as the sun keeps playfully shining through the flowers. This peaceful run is definitely worth sharing with my followers.
Not many people are on the streets yet, and so it's not hard to spot a Nikko across the street, standing by a café where I usually stop for a break. He is holding his order, taking photos of it for his instagram, or maybe filming it for a youtube video. As I run through the crossing, he notices me, and cheekily focuses the video on me. The black camera is now recording me, and I can't hold back an embarrassed smile when my eyes meet with the cameramans'. "Taking a picture of me without my permission again?" I chuckle as I stop in front of him, fixing my matching, light blue cap. Nikko adorably grins in his pink shirt, looking sweeter than the seasonal piece of sakura cake he's holding.
"You know I have to record every pretty thing I see" He says with a neat blush, as he puts the pink cake on a small table. Once his hands are free, he comes into a hug. "Hi," He says. The sudden hug definitely surprises me a bit, since it doesn't happen often, but I quickly get used to it.
"Nikko, I'm all sweaty" I note down and chuckle.
"I don't mind"
His hands linger around me for a moment, until he pulls back and I finally ask him:"So you decided to try the seasonal offer?" I hint at the table with his order.
"Yeah, I love trying the seasonal menu! I've been visiting café's at least twice a week this month" He smiles, pure joy shining from his eyes. "I'm gonna eat it here. Are you gonna join me?"
I nod my head as a yes without hesitation, and only walk inside to order my morning cup of coffee.
The atmosphere feels lovely today.