Kiss The Boy [BL]

Startled, hearing the voice, finally glancing up as if he was coming back to himself. "K-Koizumi-san!?" He cried as he jolted up from his position.

Hidden behind a thicket of leaves, Renjiro crouched low, the brush of rustling leaves faintly as he shifted his weight.

His eyes followed Ken as he jogged steady laps around the field, each step confident.

Renjiro's expression, however, gave nothing away. His brows were relaxed, his mouth set in a slight, almost dismissive curve.

Not quite a frown, not quite a smirk—just a look that hovered somewhere between disinterest and quiet scrutiny—he looked unimpressed.

He exhaled softly through his nose, eyes still fixed on Ken, but without urgency.

Then, he veered over to his side, Sato looking at him with curious eyes as if waiting for anything to happen.

Renjiro pursed his lips as he finally spoke. "You suddenly left without saying anything," he said, "And then, I saw you here—peeking at my annoying roommate."

Sato flinched, cheeks flushing as bright as a rosy pink flower.

"I—I wasn't peeking..." He stammered, voice low, almost defensive. "I just... ended up here."

Renjiro raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Oh? So, you just accidentally crouched in the bushes? And it so happened to be near the field?"

Sato's mouth opened, but no words came out. He turned his gaze away, fixating on a patch of grass, clearly wishing it would swallow him whole.

Renjiro wasn't trying to be a tease or being mean... more like, finding him out.

He still couldn't put it into words; however, he did sensed something.

From the moment he found Sato hiding behind a bush, he'd caught it—just a flicker in his expression, a glimmer too bright, too alive.

Those eyes sparkled with something more than simple admiration. It wasn't the look of someone impressed by a jogger's form or speed.

It was softer. Sharper. Longing, maybe. Or something dangerously close to it.

Renjiro didn't comment. He simply let the moment hang in the air between them, heavy with unsaid things.

But it doesn't mean he'd simply just ignore it. Is his gay radar on? Maybe...

Then, a small, unexpected smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"That's kinda strange," he said, but there was no edge in his voice. Maybe even a trace of amusement.

Sato dared a glance back at him. His eyes looked nervous—scared even.

Was it because of what Renjiro just said?

Renjiro glanced sideways at Sato, who was now carefully avoiding eye contact, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve.

Renjiro noticed. He softly smiled, feeling a twinge of guilt for what he'd just said.

"I don't mean you, though." He said, "Sorry if it sounded like that. I meant that guy."

It sounded natural—like an offhand excuse—but there was warmth in it, a quiet attempt to patch the bruise his words might've left.

Sato blinked. Head puzzled. "What do you mean?" He asked.

He jerked his thumb lazily toward the field. "I mean, look at him. The way he jogs—like he's starring in his own sports movie."

Sato's lips twitched—just a little. Almost a smile. He also noticed it.

"I'm telling you," Renjiro added, smirking with a mock-serious tone, "he's like doing a dramatic laps. Any second now, he'll flip his hair like it's blowing in the wind."

Sato let out a quiet laugh, small and unsure, but real.

Renjiro leaned back, satisfied. There it is, he thought.

The tension faded, not entirely gone, but softened.

The next morning came with the usual grogginess and grey skies.

PE class.

Renjiro stretched lazily as he made his way toward the gymnasium. Behind him, just a few paces back, Sato followed. Quieter than usual.

Inside the gym, the air was filled with the sound of sneakers squaking on polished wood and the sharp bark of the coach giving instructions.

Students milled about some of them stretching, others half-heartedly 

tossing balls.

Somewhere in the corner of the gym, Ken was stretching, prepping himself while doing some warm-up.

"This is going to be fun..." Renjiro muttered with a crooked grin.

Then the whistle blew, and the coach shouted, "Pair up!"

There was a sudden shuffle as everyone moved to find someone—friends calling out to friends, familiar duos locking in without a word.

Renjiro turned slightly, eyeing the chaos. He looked over his shoulder at Sato.

"Well," he said casually, "I guess we can pair up then—."

But suddenly, Ken walked up between them, pulled off his jacket, and tossed it onto the bench. He turned, giving Sato a quick glance.

"You wanna pair up?" He asked.

Sato blinked, caught off guard, and so as Renjiro, who was left speechless behind them.

The boy hesitated. Then nodded, "Alright..."

What the?! You just snatched my partner, jerk!

Renjiro frowned, hands on his hips, brows raised in exaggerated disbelief gaze drifting to Ken's back.

They stood side by side as instructions were given, the buzz of the gym crowding around them.

Renjiro was left standing alone at the bench area, with no one to partner up with. His nostrils flared as he stared, unmoving.

He was certainly pissed. But wait...

Renjiro watched as the two threw the ball back and forth with their opponent. No one was willing to lose.

Although there was something that's willing to win.

At the final round, and as the opposing duo tries to launch another attack—the ball suddenly lands in the wrong direction, hitting Sato in the face in the process.

Ken paused. The ball was rolling down the floor, and so as the blood trailed down Sato's nostrils.

"Sato's bleeding!" Someone from the court yelled, getting the coach's attention.

Whistle blew. The game stopped.

Later, he was immediately sent off to the infirmary, and Ken went with him, not bothering to ask permission.

Though it seemed the nurse was nowhere to be found.

Sato stood frozen for a moment. His fingers came away red.

"Don't touch it." Ken said as he reached his hand, offering a tissue to wipe the blood off.

Sato looked down, pressing the tissue under his nose. He blinked, then looked up at him.

"... You didn't have to come with me."

"Yeah. Well, I had to." Ken replied but didn't look back at him.

Sato sat there with two bits of cotton sticking his nostrils.

Ken looked at him, analyzing his body as he said, "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

Sato perked up and answered, "N-No. I'm alright."

Ken did not say anything. He kept quiet and sat down the chair next to Sato.

The atmosphere between them were calm and peaceful. Just the sound of wind rustling through the window, fluttering the edge of the curtain like a lazy heartbeat.

Sato slowly looked up to see Ken's face.

Ken was leaning back in the chair beside the infirmary bed, arms crossed gaze distant.

Sato studied him for a moment, uncertain. There was something different in Ken's expression now—not the usual cocky grin or conference posture. Just... stillness.

Then, Ken stood up from his seat. Walking to the door, he looked back to Sato as he spoke softly, "I'm gonna head out first. You can stay here and wait for the nurse."

"Oh... right." Sato's eyes lingered on him, a strange warmth blooming somewhere deep in his chest—one he didn't quite know how to name. 

"Thank you, Miura-kun." He said softly. 

Ken never responded.

Then, without a word, he stepped out and closed the door behind him.

The boy tugged a slightly warm smile as though hiding the excitement behind it. The silence rushed back like a tide.

Meanwhile, Renjiro stood behind the curtains, the thin fabric barely muting the conversation beyond. He had been there the whole time—still, unmoving—his breath shallow, as though even that might betray his presence.

Every word between Sato and Ken had filtered through to him, sharp and unrelenting.

There was something fragile in Sato's voice, something raw and unfamiliar. Renjiro's fingers curled slightly at his sides.

For a moment, his gay radar instantly switched on as he lay his eyes upon the two.

He already had an idea what those gaze Sato had for his roommate.

Sato finally went out of the infirmary. The soft click of the door behind him marks the end of the conversation.

As he stepped away, a familiar silhouette emerged in front of him—it was Renjiro.

There was no accusation in his gaze, no confrontation in his posture. But there was something else—an almost unreadable glint in his eyes, like he had just pieced together a puzzle he hadn't even known he was working on.

He looked at Sato the way someone might look at a half-told story, waiting for the next page to turn.

Sato looked at him with curious eyes. "Koizumi?"

Renjiro beamed at him.

"Heya!" He said, "Are you okay now, Hirota?"

Sato flashed a shy smile. "Yeah, sorry to make you worry."

Renjiro shrugged his shoulder and shook his head.

"Don't sweat it. You gave us a bit of a scare, that's all."

There was a brief pause between them, filled only by the muffled sounds of footsteps and distant chatter from other students.

By the time they reached the classroom, the sun had shifted, casting long, warm slants of light across the floor.

The two of them chatted casually—Renjiro sat across Sato.

There was a slight laughter slipping out of Sato's lips.

The classroom felt almost like a different world now—quiet, bathed in amber light. Dust floated lazily in the sunbeams streaming through the windows, drifting like tiny stars in the golden air.

Renjiro leaned back in his chair, arms loosely crossed, his gaze soft as he watched Sato laugh. There was something grounding in the simplicity of it all—just two friends, the low light, and the quiet hum of a school no longer buzzing with noise.

The atmosphere is just right, though he wasn't sure if it was the right time to spill it here.

As a fudanshi himself, he couldn't help but feel the need to help Sato with that strong feelings towards someone—a boy.

Renjiro is certain. This isn't just a simple admiration—it's more than just that. And he knows how to make Sato get his desires to come true.

As the silence slowly engulfed their surrounding, Renjiro gently leaned in as he opened his mouth and said, "Are you close with him?"

Sato blinked as if he had an idea what Renjiro meant with his question.

"You mean Miura?" He asked.

"Yeah!" Renjiro answered, giving nervous giggles, "So, his name is Miura."

Like the question was not on purpose.

Sato paused for a second before he pursed his lips to speak.

His stares are distant. The rustling sound of wind brushed against the windows, threading through the cracks like the whispered secret.

The light had softened even more, slipping slowly off the desks as the sun began its descent.

Sato's fingers idly traced the edge of his sleeve.

"I wouldn't say we're close," he finally said, voice quiet, like he was measuring every word. "But... he was kind to me."

There was a pause—not heavy, just thoughtful.

"They said he was cold-hearted, but he helped me when I collapsed before," he added, eyes still unfocused, as if watching a memory play somewhere outside the window.

"I do think that he's actually nice."

Renjiro raised an eyebrow.

Wait, really? He is?

He thought as if he heard something new.

"He had helped me multiple times before."

Sato lowered his head. "But I don't want to be a burden to him... as you know by now, everyone disliked me."

Renjiro's smile faded, not out of displeasure, but from something gentler—something like concern.

His fingers curled slightly around the edge of the desk, and his gaze lingered on Sato's bowed head.

He hadn't expected that. Not the quiet sadness woven through Sato's words.

"Hey..." Renjiro said softly, "You're not a burden."

"..."

"At least not for Miura."

Sato didn't lift his head, but his shoulders tensed.

"People can be idiots," he continued.

"They talk a lot without knowing anything. But I've seen you. You're kind. You're brave enough to stay quiet when others can't. That's not something to be disliked for."

There was a flicker in Sato's eyes then—a crack in the surface, maybe surprise or disbelief.

"I'm sure even that guy thinks so, too."

Renjiro leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk between them. He offered a small, honest smile, "And besides," he said, "You like him, don't you?"

Sato stared at him for a moment. The words hadn't sink into him yet.

Then, as he realized what Renjiro meant—his cheeks began to flush red all the way to the back of his ears.

Renjiro grinned. Bullseye.

He wasn't trying to tease Sato on purpose, no. It was more of finding him out.

Sato was the one who gave himself out, after all. Without noticing his secret longing betrayed him.

Panicked, Sato looked away, his hand darting up to cover part of his face as if that could somehow hide the blush.

"I–I don't... I mean, how'd you know?"

He stammered, but his voice lacked conviction.

Renjiro chuckled softly, not mockingly—more like he was charmed by the honesty that had slipped out. He leaned back slightly, giving Sato space.

"Well," he said, voice low, warm. "You're easy to read, Hirota."

Sato glanced at him, still flustered, but now with a flicker of something else in his eyes—relief, maybe, or curiosity.

Renjiro tilted his head, resting his chin on his palm. "Feelings don't always make sense. But that look you had when you talked about him... it wasn't nothing."

Sato had a soft and gentler look when he mentioned Ken. It's as if he wasn't just recalling a memory but holding onto it—carefully, like something fragile. His eyes, usually guarded, had taken on a distant warmth as though Ken's presence lingered somewhere just outside the moment.

Renjiro noticed it—the way Sato's expression shifted without him even realizing. That quiet affection. That subtle ache.

So, it's unrequited, huh?

Renjiro thought to himself.

He had a hunch that Sato wouldn't dare to confess his feelings to Ken. But, he already had a plan to help the boy with all his knowledge.

This is a BL world. And only a fudanshi like him could help these helplessly in love young boys with their crushes.

At least, that's what Renjiro knew about the situation.

After a moment of silence, Renjiro finally opened his mouth to offer something to Sato. "You know, I can help you."

"Help... me?" Sato asked and looked puzzled.

Renjiro smirked, "I'll help you confess!"

Sato, without hesitation, refused.

Renjiro raised both hands in mock surrender, still grinning.

"Alright, alright! There is no need to shoot me down so fast."

Sato's cheeks were still red, but his expression had shifted into something between exasperation and amusement.

"I'm serious," he said, half-burying his face in his hands. "That's not something I can just... do."

Renjiro tilted his head, "Why not?" He said, "What's the worst that could happen?"

Outside, the sun had dipped further, casting long shadows across the floor.

Sato looked at him straight as though he had mustered his resolve after much consideration.

He slowly pursed his lips as he gently spoke. "A-Alrigght..."

Renjiro's eyes lit up, a spark flickering in his pupils.

"Then, it's settled!" Renjiro yelled, his tone sounded excited and delighted.

It was not just a simple deal. For Renjiro, it was a mission that only he could do.

He instantly sprang from his seat, having already devised a plan to help Sato with his love life.

"I, Koizumi Renjiro," he said, putting his hand near his chest, "Will help you as much as I can! I'll be the bridge and your messenger."

Renjiro's eyes sparkled brightly with excitement.

"I call this operation: Mission, Kiss the Boy!"

Sato raised a brow. "Why?"

Renjiro gazed at him,undeterred by the skepticism. "Because, my dear Hirota, a kiss is the universal sign of victory in love!"

He dramatically spun in place, nearly knocking over a nearby chair.

"We're not just playing matchmaker—we're making history!"

Sato rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. "You're seriously naming it that?"