Takashi sank into his desk chair, exhausted after soccer practice. Morning practice had been awkward, the memory of Kenji catching him staring fresh in his mind. He was relieved they fell back into their usual easy camaraderie after, but such moments of self-consciousness were becoming more frequent.
He glanced at Kenji, who sat behind him. Kenji's hair was still damp from his shower, wavy strands clinging to his forehead. Takashi swallowed hard and looked away before his gaze could drift lower. But his treacherous heart refused to stop pounding.
During class, Takashi found his attention wandering often to the back of the room, as though drawn by a magnet. His eyes traced the familiar lines of Kenji's shoulders and arms. When Kenji tilted his head to whisper to a friend, Takashi glimpsed his smile and felt an unwilling pang of longing.
Why was he looking at Kenji differently now? His mind shied away from the word, but his body betrayed the truth - in the rush of warmth in his veins whenever their eyes met, the secret thrill of their shoulders brushing as they walked side by side.
The final bell rang, signalling the end of school. Kenji leaned over Takashi's desk. "Come on, let's go to the arcade!" he said with a grin. "I feel like playing some games."
Takashi's breath caught at his closeness, but he returned Kenji's smile. "Sure, we haven't been there in a while."
Kenji slung an arm around Takashi's shoulders as they left school, like he always did. But this time, Takashi tensed at the casual touch that now made his heart race for reasons he refused to examine too closely.
"You okay?" Kenji gave him a quizzical look. "You seem kind of distracted today."
Takashi forced himself to relax into the embrace that used to feel comfortable and familiar. "Y-Yeah, just tired from practice this morning."
At the arcade, they fell into a friendly competition at the fighting games, echoes of laughter and mock insults ringing in the air. Here, Takashi could almost pretend everything was normal. But in unguarded moments, he found his gaze lingering on Kenji's smile, the way he stuck his tongue out just slightly in concentration...
"I win again!" Kenji turned to grin at Takashi, and his breath caught at the undisguised affection in those bright eyes. The world seemed to fall away around them, sounds fading into silence. Takashi realized with a start that Kenji's arm was still draped loosely over his shoulders.
Kenji blinked, and the spell broke. He removed his arm hastily, clearing his throat. "Um, best four out of seven?" His cheeks looked faintly flushed.
Takashi nodded, mouth suddenly dry. "You're on."
His hands trembled as he gripped the game controller, mind spinning with chaotic emotions. For an instant, Kenji's eyes had reflected the hunger in his own heart. Or was it just his imagination, calling a mirage into existence out of sheer longing and wishful thinking?
Takashi stole another glance at his best friend. Kenji's cheeks were still tinged with pink, his usual cocky grin absent. What did it mean - and where would it lead them, into sunlit joy or shadowed heartbreak?
When Kenji's gaze met his again, shy and questioning, Takashi thought - maybe, just maybe, they could face the unknown future together. And that made all the difference.
"Ready for a rematch?" Kenji's tone was light but tentative. Takashi smiled, tension draining from his shoulders.
"Bring it on."
No matter what happened next, they would always have this - two boys and the friendship that had seen them through all of life's challenges so far. And that was enough for now.