By the time we arrived home, the dizziness had completely disappeared, and I was able to talk to Yamato as usual.
“Yamato, I’m okay now, so don’t worry, okay?”
For some reason, Yamato began to fuss over a hedgehog in response to my reassurance…
“Yuto, if you don’t mind, could I stay over at your place…? I mean, I’m just worried about you… You’re alone at home, right?”
When Yamato fussed over the hedgehog, it was a sign of him trying to hide his embarrassment…
But even though he was worrying about me so much, it was hard to say I was okay…
“But what about your parents?”
“I’ve already let them know I won’t be coming home tonight.”
If he’s going to that extent for me… Maybe it’s okay to rely on Yamato’s feelings…?
I invited him to my house for the first time, deciding to rely on Yamato’s feelings.
“P-pardon my intrusion…”
I turned on the lights in the house and invited the somewhat nervous Yamato into the living room.
My room is a slightly spacious studio apartment.
As soon as Yamato entered the living room, he looked around my room with curiosity, examining every corner…
“Dang… Yuto, your room is really clean.”
“I don’t really like it when things are messy… I prefer to keep it tidy if possible.”
Even though nobody was coming over, I just couldn’t stand it if my room was messy…
I always made a conscious effort to keep it clean.
But I never expected Yamato to come over today, so I hadn’t even vacuumed… What terrible timing…
In the living room, there’s a two-seater sofa, a single bed where I sleep, and a table for meals or studying.
Although he could have sat on the sofa, Yamato chose to sit on my bed, seemingly checking its softness.
“Hey, Yamato?”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“You know, when I come home, the first thing I do is… um, take a bath. Is that okay?”
When I come home from outside, I’ve always decided to take a bath right away.
I want to wash off the sweat and stickiness from my body as soon as I get home… I guess that’s just how I am.
“Yeah, sure, but if you start feeling unwell, call me right away, okay?”
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“Yeah, thanks! Oh, there’s juice in the fridge, so feel free to have some if you want.”
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Still in his yukata, he had wrapped himself in the towel blanket I use as he was sleeping contentedly…
Surely, we both wore unfamiliar wooden clogs, walked around a lot, and worried about each other, leading to exhaustion…
Despite those thoughts, seeing Yamato asleep made my heart beat faster with excitement…
It was the first time I saw Yamato sleeping…
Yamato is sleeping on my bed…
His skin and the collar of his pants peek out from his shifted yukata…
His soft-looking lips and gently closed eyes… the slightly too short towel blanket on his long, slender legs…
I found all of it endearing…
Endearing… Yes, that’s right, it is…
I… I think I really like Yamato…
Amidst the tightness in my chest and the pain of having to hide the fact that I am an Omega, I realized my heart was being colored by Yamato…
I… I love Yamato…
It took a bit longer to be sure, but the feeling of my heart being filled with Yamato… That was undeniably the evidence of my love for him…
I quietly turned off the lights in the living room, feeling nervous but not wanting to wake Yamato, and decided to sleep on the two-seater sofa.
Yamato… Goodnight…
* * *
Morning…
I felt something strange on my cheek… being pressed and pulled, something poking at it…
I opened my sleepy eyes with the discomfort on my cheek, and there was Yamato, sitting there, poking my cheek…
“You’re finally awake, Yuto. Good morning.”
Yamato greeted me with an innocent smile, but with his poking and teasing, embarrassment and excitement surged through me, fully waking me up.
“Y-Yamato! G-Good morning…!”
“Yuto’s cheek is really soft, huh? Yeah, it was squishy.”
W-What?! Why is he casually saying embarrassing things like that, that idiot Yamato!!
My face turned bright red, and I couldn’t find any words to respond… But I didn’t dislike Yamato touching me, in fact, I wanted him to touch me even more…
Yamato continued after seeing me flustered.
“Sorry for falling asleep first yesterday. Are you feeling okay now?”
He’s worried about my well-being…
Yeah, that’s right, he just went to sleep, leaving me alone…! But the fact that I was happy to see Yamato sleeping peacefully is my secret alone.
“Yeah! As you can see, I’m fine! Thanks for worrying, Yamato!”
In response to my words, Yamato continued petting the hedgehog as usual… Huh…? I noticed something odd about Yamato…
“Yamato, your hair…”
“Oh, you prepared the bath for me, right? That’s why I took a shower earlier.”
Oh, is that so… That’s why the hedgehog that’s usually perched on Yamato isn’t making an appearance today…
Contrary to what I usually poke at, Yamato’s hair is actually fluffy and has a beautiful sheen…
“Hahaha, I always thought Yamato’s hair was like a hedgehog!”
“H-Hedgehog…?!”
Oh no…!! I forgot that the hedgehog comparison was something only Shun and I used…!! I just let it slip out of my mouth…
“W-What…? So you thought of me like that…? Someone like that needs to be punished…”
Yamato said something about punishment, ignoring my words and starting to tickle my sides over and over again.
“Hahaha! Y-Yamato, it tickles! S-Stop it!!”
“I won’t stop until you say you’re sorry!”
“S-Sorryyyyyyy!!!”
We continued to spend time together, completely swept up in Yamato’s pace as we laughed happily afterwards.
The fun times flew by in a blink of an eye, and I decided to escort Yamato to the station.
As usual, I straddled my bike, and Yamato sat on the cargo rack.
Even though it was before evening, it was still hot outside… I pedaled on without losing to the heat.
“Hey, Yuto?”
“What is it, Yamato?”
Today, once again, Yamato sitting sideways on the cargo rack seemed like he wanted to say something to me, but after a brief moment of silence, he finally spoke up.
“…Would it be okay… if I came over again or stayed over?”
Even without turning back, I could tell… Yamato must be fiddling with his hair right now.
I think Yamato could tell that I was both happy and surprised by his words.
“…Of course! If you’re okay with my place… you’re welcome to come over anytime.”
Yamato seemed happy with my agreement… and for the first time in a while, he rested his head against my back.
Even though it was hot outside… My chest felt warm…
A different kind of excitement from before…
I focused on keeping the bike balanced as I continued pedaling.
* * *
“See you again?”
“Yeah, see you…”
I escorted Yamato to the station, promising to keep in touch, and thus, the bittersweet summer festival came to an end.
However, once I arrived home, my heart couldn’t settle…
The space that Yamato had left behind seemed strangely lonely… and my emotions were in turmoil…
If only I weren’t an Omega… If I were just a regular guy…
Even if my feelings didn’t reach him…
I wish I could simply say “I love you” without any lies…
Despite taking suppressants, my body kept getting hotter… The emotions that I could usually control were completely uncontrollable…
And then I threw myself onto the bed… grabbing the blanket Yamato had used…
I was wrapped in Yamato’s warmth and scent… enveloping my body… And that beloved scent warmly embraced me…
The warmth and scent Yamato left behind carried a sweet and sour aroma that I couldn’t help but adore…
I finally overflowed with pheromones, unable to contain myself against Yamato’s warmth and scent…
Your beloved scent…
Your comforting warmth…
I… I love you, Yamato. I love you so much…
Yamato… Yamato…
I’m sure of it now… This fluttering and painful feeling… This is what it means to fall in love…
It’s frustrating beyond belief…
But even as I lie with tears streaming down my face, soaking the blanket with overflowing pheromones, I can’t deny that I’ve fallen in love with Yamato, even if it means telling lies…
The scent of those pheromones at that moment… I’ll never forget the bittersweet fragrance of first love, like oranges…
