Tsutsui knows exactly what Kaga thinks of him.
He knows he looks like a girl, with his extremely pale skin, and his large myopic eyes, and his skinny androgynous body that makes his uniform look too big and hang all wrong. He's aware that he studies too hard, that he plays things really safe, that people consider him a pushover, and that he hunches.
Tsutsui didn't ask to be like this, it's just who he is.
The first time Kaga met him, it was mid-term, after school. He was getting beaten up. Kaga had kicked them out, grabbing them by their collars and tossing them out like puppies.
Tsutsui remembers thinking that Kaga was another bully come to harass him, because at that time, he couldn't conceive of anyone bothering about him otherwise, least of all a stranger.
Later Kaga had said that it was the Go-ban and the overturned Go ke that had caught his eye. He said he used to play Go. Tsutsui had been so thrilled to find someone to play with until Kaga had clapped the lid back on the Go ke and said that he didn't play anymore.
After that, they had continued to bump into each other and they became friends.
Tsutsui doesn't make many friends, and he knows that Kaga doesn't either, even though he knows many people.
They're too busy being afraid of him. Kaga is too brash; too loud and overly physical. Even though he's brilliant at Shogi, his mere presence overwhelms that and he's cultivated the reputation of a gangster.
Between the two of them, it was never an issue. Tsutsui think it's because he alone knows that Kaga used to play Go. Whoever heard of a gangster who's really good at not just one, but two board strategy games?
Also, being friends with Kaga meant that he wouldn't get bullied again. He knows this has probably occurred to Kaga too, which was why he hung out with Tsutsui.
They became.... closer in second year.
It wasn't anything much other than the way it felt when they met up: It was the hyperawareness of contact, when it occurred, a continual subconscious buzzing of each other's presence, a feeling like the moments needed to last forever and he was about to jump out of his skin for all that eternity.
Once Kaga forgot himself and went a little too far. He kissed him, just a rough smush of lips on his cheek, but it changed things enough for Tsutsui to start avoiding him
Hikaru had patched them up without him ever knowing it. He even made Kaga play Go again, no less.
Tsutsui is still not quite sure exactly how he did it. He does know, however, that he never pushed Kaga away again.
It's a measure of how close they are that he knows he can feel the impatience thrumming with the rhythm of Kaga's heartbeat, when Tsutsui puts a hand on his arm.
Tsutsui doesn't tell Kaga that it is okay for them to go faster, to fuck on Tuesdays after school, Thursdays during break, and Saturdays after supplementary classes, in fact.
He appreciates what Kaga is trying to achieve by keeping himself in check. The sex is, after all, inevitable with someone like Kaga.
All Tsutsui needs to do is keep on knowing him.
He knows he looks like a girl, with his extremely pale skin, and his large myopic eyes, and his skinny androgynous body that makes his uniform look too big and hang all wrong. He's aware that he studies too hard, that he plays things really safe, that people consider him a pushover, and that he hunches.
Tsutsui didn't ask to be like this, it's just who he is.
The first time Kaga met him, it was mid-term, after school. He was getting beaten up. Kaga had kicked them out, grabbing them by their collars and tossing them out like puppies.
Tsutsui remembers thinking that Kaga was another bully come to harass him, because at that time, he couldn't conceive of anyone bothering about him otherwise, least of all a stranger.
Later Kaga had said that it was the Go-ban and the overturned Go ke that had caught his eye. He said he used to play Go. Tsutsui had been so thrilled to find someone to play with until Kaga had clapped the lid back on the Go ke and said that he didn't play anymore.
After that, they had continued to bump into each other and they became friends.
Tsutsui doesn't make many friends, and he knows that Kaga doesn't either, even though he knows many people.
They're too busy being afraid of him. Kaga is too brash; too loud and overly physical. Even though he's brilliant at Shogi, his mere presence overwhelms that and he's cultivated the reputation of a gangster.
Between the two of them, it was never an issue. Tsutsui think it's because he alone knows that Kaga used to play Go. Whoever heard of a gangster who's really good at not just one, but two board strategy games?
Also, being friends with Kaga meant that he wouldn't get bullied again. He knows this has probably occurred to Kaga too, which was why he hung out with Tsutsui.
They became.... closer in second year.
It wasn't anything much other than the way it felt when they met up: It was the hyperawareness of contact, when it occurred, a continual subconscious buzzing of each other's presence, a feeling like the moments needed to last forever and he was about to jump out of his skin for all that eternity.
Once Kaga forgot himself and went a little too far. He kissed him, just a rough smush of lips on his cheek, but it changed things enough for Tsutsui to start avoiding him
Hikaru had patched them up without him ever knowing it. He even made Kaga play Go again, no less.
Tsutsui is still not quite sure exactly how he did it. He does know, however, that he never pushed Kaga away again.
It's a measure of how close they are that he knows he can feel the impatience thrumming with the rhythm of Kaga's heartbeat, when Tsutsui puts a hand on his arm.
Tsutsui doesn't tell Kaga that it is okay for them to go faster, to fuck on Tuesdays after school, Thursdays during break, and Saturdays after supplementary classes, in fact.
He appreciates what Kaga is trying to achieve by keeping himself in check. The sex is, after all, inevitable with someone like Kaga.
All Tsutsui needs to do is keep on knowing him.