Don’t Look Back In Anger [KiKasa]

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At fifteen, Kasamatsu was lanky,awkward, and way more angry at the world than he should. Honestly, he was doing well at school, played basketball, and successfully kept his younger brothers
from becoming arsonists, but he was a teenager, and he was angry. Because he had zits, because he couldn’t talk to girls,
because his band was never going to be famous, or even leave Moriyama’s garage,
for that matter. Hell, because his cereal turned too saggy one day while he
jerked off three times during one
shower – just because he was a teenager.

Mostly because he was two hundred
percent gay, though, and beginning to think he would die a virgin, since the
only guy whose gaydar seemed to be working, and steering him in Yukio’s general
direction was a thirteen-year-old with perfect skin, and the tendency to
embarrass him in public, by using the same cheap tricks on him as he did on all
the older girls that found him and his dubious seduction techniques so cute.

“Senpai, you look tired,” drawled
Kise, flashing a dazzling grin that even Kasamatsu recognized as a force to be
reckoned with.

He only rolled his eyes, too
exhausted after the basketball practice to even scold that brat for basically
stalking him after school, and tried to bypass Kise, who promptly followed.

“Probably because you’ve been
running through my mind all day,” he added flirtatiously, batting his
ridiculous eyelashes.

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