"Nice to meet you too, Hiro," said Fushimi. "I'm Kajima Fushimi. And welcome to my class."
"Please guide me, Senior."
Haha... senior, he said?
Fushimi laughed to himself when he remembered that part. He even nearly choked on the shower water because his mouth was open, but he quickly turned the lever so as not to make him die silly. But he swear. Fushimi remembered well that Hiro called him 'Senior' back then.
He said, because Fushimi had an aura that made him respectful. In fact, if he honest, saying that with his classmate actually made Fushimi want to hit Hiro's head instantly.
"Senior? I am your classmate!"
Hiro also apologized at that time.
Hmm... The actual past is less interesting to tell. Because Hiro was really stiff. More rigid than now. He did not even distinguish behavior to close people and acquaintances. Making him friendless, but Fushimi is grateful now that everything has changed.
Despite that, Fushimi never shunned or looked down on Hiro. He still cooperated with the man on assignments, met at the dating goukon like friends in a class, and then parted ways with each other's marriage news.
Really. You may not believe it, but the past was like that.
Until then, after they both separated. Having their own lives... One day Fushimi never expected to wake up in the same bed as Hiro after a night of drunkenness.
Sitting, he was completely naked in a hotel room with the man. Their clothes were scattered. Two condoms that had just been used were also lying unkempt at the foot of the bed, and strangely... Hiro also didn't remember what he had done last night.
Startled. Fushimi also had a moment of stress. He even got into a fight with Hiro because he thought the man had a sexual disorder to the point of fondling him, but after seeing the man's reaction that seemed like he didn't know anything...
Fushimi gave up.
Hiro said, maybe he just made a misstep. Because last night he was also drunk because of work problems. They happen to be at the same bar. Before meeting Hiro, he was seduced by a prostitute, and when he was swallowed up by lust... Hiro thought he had just been dragged by someone into a taxi and into a hotel room to make love.
Wait.
He dragged Hiro?
Doesn't that mean it's Fushimi who has a higher hangover level?
Surprisingly... They actually managed to check in together to that hotel room, get in, and do everything even though they were both unconscious.
And... That's it.
Because they are both divine men who have the same fate in life (no longer have a wife, both have one son, and end up in the same bed) finally, they chatted in that place.
About many things.
Listen to each other (even in an awkward atmosphere) and then forgive each other before checking out with the intention of forgetting.
Forget.
However, it is a verb that humans want. Unfortunately no. Maybe it could be called fate if it wasn't an exaggeration, Hiro met Fushimi on the street one night. The man's car broke down, even though it was already 2 o'clock in the evening.
Hiro, who had just come home from overtime, also pulled over. He just didn't think that the man was Fushimi. Then help him repair the engine even though it still ends badly.
Ha ha! Not good because the car had to be towed in the morning. So, when he got home... Hiro couldn't help but take Fushimi.
At that time, Hiro just found out where Fushimi actually lived.
"So this is your house?" Hiro asked. When he saw how magnificent the Victorian residence was before his eyes.
Reluctantly, Fushimi touched his nose subconsciously. "Yes," he said. "By the way, do you want to come in? I guess I should thank you by making you at least a cup of hot tea."
At first Hiro would have refused, but when he understood Fushimi's words he was more observant. He looked at the man and asked.
"You made it yourself?"
"Yes?" Fushimi said. "...So what?"
"No, it's just..." said Hiro. "...I thought you had quite a few maids with such a big house."
Hearing this, Fushimi smiled uncomfortably. "Hmm, before," he said. "But not since I'm divorced from my wife."
"..."
"I thought we were just the two of us," said Fushimi. "Why have so many servants?"
"Oh, sorry..." said Hiro. "I didn't mean to offend your family."
"No-no... Thank you for escorting me, Mister Hiro," said Fushimi. "So, want to come in?"
Hiro smiled shyly. "No, thank you..." he said. "After all, it's almost 3 o'clock. Have a good rest, Mister Fushimi."
"Ahh… I feel bad at this—"
"No-no," said Hiro. "Think of it like a favor from an old friend. How?"
"..."
"Mr. Fushimi?"
Fushimi looked straight at Hiro. "Then, may I treat you sometime?" he said. "As an old friend who has helped me a lot too of course."
Hiro was stunned for a moment hearing that. "Can..."
Fushimi smiled broadly without realizing it. "Well then good night, Mister Hiro."
"Good night too," said Hiro. And although he was silent at first, the man called out to Fushimi before actually entering the house. "Oh, yes… One more."
"Yes?"
Fushimi turned around.
"Since we're old friends, why not just relax?" said Hiro. "I mean, there's no need to use formal language."
"You mean?"
"What do you think about my offer, Fuu?"
DEG
At that moment, Fushimi's whole body felt cold. He remembered the first time sitting next to Hiro in the same department. And the man called him Fushimi-san, or Fuu-san...
And now it's all happening again.
A week later, Fushimi actually met specifically with Hiro. His background was indeed treating him to a meal in return as originally planned, but when he was seated opposite each other at the restaurant table... Fushimi had to choke because Hiro suddenly asked her about a very sensitive matter.
"Sorry, Fushimi," said Hiro. "But don't you remember anything about that night?"
BRUSH!
Long story short, the closest servants were shocked at that time. Luckily what was ordered was a private restaurant type, so when one of them approached to hand over a handkerchief, Hiro even apologized before Fushimi asked for it.
"W-What?" asked Fushimi after the maid had left. Her face reddened. And if he had looked in the mirror then, he might not have been able to see his own face anymore.
"That night," said Hiro. Instead, it was very calm to continue the conversation he wanted. "When I just woke up I did forget, but these past few days I remember some little bits."
"...ahaha... Really?" said Fushimi. While shrouding his own coat. "...if I. Honestly, I'm not at all."
Fushimi didn't remember. But after he got home that day, it would be a lie if he didn't realize his position as a 'woman' when he and Hiro made love. Because his ass feels a little sore, and when he cleans that part he's scared... Something wet flows slowly.
Oh, God…
Is it really real?
Fushimi also hoped to forget forever about the incident.