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“We’re here,” Reigen said, fumbling with the key to his apartment. The lock clicked, and the hallway light flickered on, revealing the small space. Still cheerful from dinner, he caught Serizawa’s hand and guided him inside.
Passing the kitchen, Reigen glanced back. “Want anything to drink?”
Even after a year of friendship and countless hours together, Serizawa’s pulse quickened. He cleared his throat, trying not to stumble over his words.
“Just water, please.”
When Reigen looked up, the overhead light caught Serizawa’s face, unguarded and soft. This was the first time since their kiss that Serizawa could really look at him without the rest of the world in the way. In that moment, every other worry dissolved—he was just happy that Serizawa returned his feelings.
He pulled a water bottle from the fridge and tossed it. Serizawa caught in mid-air with ease, earning a grin. He always loved testing psychics because they always catch, no matter how bad the throw is. He looked around his apartment and felt a twinge of embarrassment. It was clear that he never had anyone over. It was clean, but at the same time, so small. His twin-sized mattress was a reminder that he had bought it to save money, with no expectation of ever needing to share.
Instinctively, he leaned into Serizawa’s shoulder. If this all turned out to be a mistake–if Serizawa later confesses that he was overwhelmed or bored–he wanted to hold onto this moment for as long as he could.
“So…what should we do now?” Reigen asked, swinging their joined hands lightly.
“At the office, you seemed like you had a pretty clear idea,” Serizawa teased, giving his hand a soft squeeze.
“Oh yeah?” Reigen’s grin widened.
Without another word, he tugged Serizawa toward the bed and flopped down, the back of his head on his lap.
“I still can’t believe you’re here with me. Not even less than twenty-four hours ago, I was terrified I was going to ruin our friendship—actually, I couldn’t even look at you without feeling like I just ran a marathon.”
Serizawa hummed, looking down at him. “You can always talk to me. I don’t bite—I just hit people with my umbrella sometimes, but that’s it.”
That made Reigen giggle—light, almost boyish, like a teenager in love.
“You also flip people off with your business cards,” Reigen teased.
Serizawa rolled his eyes. “Only if I'm throwing them. Maybe I'd look more official if you gave me some business shurikens.”
Reigen scoffed. “You’re the one who wanted to be the networking ninja. I exercise self-defense with my bare fists.”
Serizawa laughed. “Yes, yes—I love your ambiguous ideas of self-defense.”
A smile lingered on his lips even after the laughter faded.
“You know what,” Reigen whispered, nestling into his touch, “I just realized there are a lot of things I can finally admit now that I know you feel the same.”
Serizawa’s voice softened. “Anything you want to get off your chest?”
A smirk curved across Reigen’s lips. “There's something I want to get off your chest.”
“And what’s that?”
Reigen flipped over, dragging a finger down the middle of Serizawa’s button-down in a slow, teasing line.
Serizawa flushed, letting Reigen ease him back against the mattress. Reigen climbed over him, brushing a soft kiss against his lips, savoring the warmth. Serizawa rolled over to his side and drew him close, one steady hand resting at his waist. Reigen cupped his face with one hand, the other sliding down his chest. with the other. When they parted for breath, he gently pressed his forehead to Serizawa's.
“I like kissing you,” Serizawa whispered, palm still against his cheek.
“You do?” The whisper carried more disbelief than curiosity.
His answer came in the form of another long kiss.
“This feels right to me, to be able to hold you close.”
The words make Reigen’s eyes glisten. He clutched at Serizawa's collar as if letting go would break the moment.
“Oh yeah—let me take this off.”
Serizawa leaned back, unfastening the buttons of his blazer while Reigen watched, mesmerized.
“I've never seen you without a shirt before,” Reigen murmured.
Serizawa raised an eyebrow. “I've changed in front of you when I’ve slept over,” he said, shrugging off his blazer.
Reigen rubbed at the back of his neck. “Yeah…I looked away. Ever since, uh… that time at the office, I couldn’t… I thought if I saw you like that, I wouldn’t be able to handle myself.”
Serizawa blinked, then a small smile curved his lips. “I wish I could say the same, but, uh, I never thought it was a big deal. I just saw it as us being friends and casually changing in front of each other, so…um, sorry if I stared?”
Reigen’s grin widened. “Don’t apologize.” He flicked a hand dismissively. “I wanted to look. I still want to look.” He crossed his arms with mock bravado, trying to hide the way his pulse jumped while Serizawa loosened his tie.
As the buttons of his shirt came undone, Reigen's heart skipped a beat. He risked a glance upward, catching Serizawa's focused eyes. A tiny gasp slipped past him before he could stop it.
The shirt slipped off his body, and Serizawa met Reigen's widened eyes.
“Reigen…?”
Reigen blinked, expression softening into something closer to fascination. Reaching out, he traced his thumb along Serizawa’s arm.
“Your arms…how do you find time to work out with a part-time job and being a student?”
Serizawa tilted his head, studying his own bicep. “Well, I don’t, not really. Before, uh—at my old job, I had to engage in a lot of… physical extortion.”
Reigen winced at the sore subject. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you think about that.”
“It’s okay,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I’ve kept some of it because you’ve kept me busy.”
A grin tugged at Reigen's mouth. “Huh. Guess you’re right. Maybe I have to try this new exorcism workout—it looks good on you.”
He leaned in to press a trail of kisses along his collarbone, one hand smoothing across bare skin.
Serizawa propped himself up on his elbows, cupping Reigen’s face, thumb brushing his cheek. Reigen, caught between relief and giddy thrill, smiled like a teenager and pressed his lips against his chest. A cool hand ran down his back, slipping beneath the edge of his blazer.
“Can I?” Serizawa asked.
Reigen nodded. Before he could sit all the way up, Serizawa caught his hips and drew close until their bodies were flush.
“ah—woah there,” Reigen laughed, his voice trembling. “You’re full of surprises.”
Carefully, Serizawa worked at the blazer buttons, his knuckles grazing over warm skin, fingers curling around the tie.
“Lean forward a bit more,” he murmured, voice low and unsteady.
Obediently, Reigen braced a hand against his chest and leaned down. His stomach pressed against Serizawa’s lap, back arching in a way that made heat crawl up his spine. He must’ve looked obscene like this–bent over, arms trembling–and Serizawa probably didn’t even realize.
Focused only on the knot, Serizawa slipped the tie off with practiced ease, tossing it aside. To Reigen, though, every tug, every brush of skin chipped away at his ability to think.
Their lips met again, Reigen wrapping both hands around his neck. Serizawa’s hands slid higher, undoing one button at a time, until Reigen clumsily shrugged off both the blazer and shirt.
He opened his mouth as if to speak, but nothing came.
“It’s funny,” he admitted, “you’ve already seen me shirtless, but I'm still embarrassed.”
Serizawa’s hand settled gently on Reigen's forearm. “Why embarrassed?”
“because… I don't know what you’re thinking,” Reigen confessed, the vulnerability foreign on his tongue.
“In this moment?” Serizawa traced slow lines across his chest, ribs, and stomach as though to memorize him. “I’m thinking about how amazing you are.” His thumbs stroked small circles above his hips. “The way you look tonight—every inch of you is beautiful.”
Reigen tipped forward, kissing him again, savoring the texture of his lips.
“You flatter me,” he whispered.
“There’s plenty more where that came from.”
Reigen smiled and let himself be pulled down into a hug. His cheek rested against Serizawa’s chest, where a fast heartbeat echoed beneath his ear. A warm hand rested on his back, and he settled into the rhythm of his breathing.
They lay there quietly, lost in their own thoughts. Reigen's finger drifted along the curve of his collarbone, tracing the shape with his eyes.
“You got touchy back at the office. do you…wanna try again?”
Serizawa looked down at him, then let his gaze slip over Reigen's shoulder. His hand drifted lower, cupping Reigen's ass–-so careful it gave him chills.
“Yeah... like that. That's nice.”
A sheepish smile tugged at Reigen's lips.
“What is it?” Serizawa asked.
“It's just funny. A year ago, I never would've guessed we'd end up like this.”
“I’ve learned to expect the unexpected,” Serizawa said, squeezing gently.
Reigen hummed low and smiled. “God, me too.”
Their lips met again, and he shifted, slowly grinding his hips against Serizawa’s until a groan spilled into the kiss.
Serizawa steadied him with a hand at his hip, head tipping back as he moved his hips in time with Reigen's. Instinctually, he grabbed his ass before quickly releasing his grip.
“Seri,” he whispered against his mouth, breath catching as he rolled his hips, “you don’t have to be careful with me. Can you…try being rougher?”
The words landed heavily. Serizawa pulled back just enough to see his flushed face, innocence barely masking intent. He remembered Reigen hinting at this before, months ago, but hearing it now—shirtless, trembling in his lap— was different.
“uh…like how?” Serizawa asked, still trying to compute.
“god, how do I even put this…” Reigen cleared his throat, stalling time, fumbling for the least embarrassing way to confess how badly he wanted Serizawa to manhandle every ounce of sexual frustration out of him.
“Treat me with less caution than you normally do, and uh…” he faltered when Serizawa raised a brow, then sighed. “Can I be honest? I’ve never done this kind of thing before. The first time I did anything sexual was with you.”
A soft hum urged him on.
“So, I feel embarrassed saying this, but...the idea of you grabbing, pushing, and pulling—I certainly don't mind it. Yeah. Go crazy if you want.” He held his breath, cringing as he replayed the words in his head.
Serizawa stayed quiet, listening as his thumbs drew steady circles into Reigen's hips. Reigen smiled sheepishly at the contrast—he had butterflies in his stomach when Serizawa held him so gently, but he was explaining how badly he wanted Serizawa in the same breath. Then, to his surprise, he felt something hard press against him.
They realized it at the same time, eyes locking.
“uh…” Serizawa said, blushing deeply.
“Serizawa…”
“…sorry? I know you were trying to have an honest moment, but when you described those things while sitting on me, I really couldn’t help it.”
Reigen stifled a laugh. “What, you like that?” he teased, his tone more hopeful than confident.
“Why? You want me to do something about it?" Serizawa tried to tease, but the question slipped out in a genuine tone. To his relief, Reigen liked it—or at least his lower half did. Maybe Reigen even liked it when he was a little mean.
Reigen smiled. “That’s the spirit.”
He leaned in before Serizawa stopped him.
“Can you let me sit up first?” he said, shifting his hips.
“Mhm,” Reigen hummed, unhooking his leg. Serizawa sat back against the headboard of the bed.
“Better?” Reigen asked as he cautiously settled on his lap, straddling his hips.
Serizawa looked at Reigen endearingly. “You're full of surprises,” he murmured, resting his palms on the small of Reigen's back.
Reigen tilted his head. “What do you mean by that?”
Serizawa took Reigen’s face in his hands, brushing his thumb against his cheek with a gentle smile. “There's just never a dull moment with you,” he whispered softly against his lips, before closing the space between them. Reigen kissed him back slowly, relishing the warmth. The soft sound of kisses and soft breathing filled the quiet room. His arms wrapped tight, and he pressed a kiss to Serizawa’s neck–only to yelp when Serizawa grabbed his ass and dragged him forward.
“fuck—“ he gasped, barely catching his breath before Serizawa thrusts against his ass. He dug his hands into Serizawa's shoulders, clinging as he rutted against him.
“fuck, Serizawa, keep doing that,” he shuddered, before smashing their lips together in a sloppy kiss. His brows knit, frantic with need.
“Reigen,” Serizawa whispered, his name rolling heavy off his tongue. He ground rougher into him, chasing every bit of friction. His hips jolted, the pace quickening, and he bit his lip. Reigen tilted his head back, the heat and drag of the fabric enough to render him breathless. Serizawa’s lips found his neck, pressing hungry, open-mouthed kisses.
“Oh my god, Serizawa—“ Reigen gasped out, butterflies making his legs melt.
He nibbled hesitantly at his neck, only to curse when Reigen bucked sharply against him.
"Someone's having fun,” Reigen murmured, swiping sweat from his brow. Serizawa smiled, giving him a once-over before squeezing his ass. A quiet gasp escaped his lips.
"Aren't I doing what you asked me to?” Serizawa asked. “You’re right—you really do like those things.”
Heat rushed to Reigen’s face at how direct it sounded. He laughed softly, cupping Serizawa's face.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, meeting his soft eyes. “Thank you.”
“I’ve wanted this so bad,” he whispered, grinding back against him with a shiver. “I haven’t been able to get the idea out of my head.”
A faint smirk tugged at Serizawa's lips. “Then don’t.” His hand slid to Reigen's lower back, thumb pressing beneath the waistband of his slacks. Heat jolted up Reigen’s spine, and he bit his lip.
“Wait—before you do anything, can I ask you something?”
Serizawa froze, his expression turning gentle. He nodded, so sweetly that the shift in attitude was jarring.
“Can I return the favor from last time?”
His breath hitched. “What favor…?” He looked confused for a split second, then the shift of recognition flickered in his eyes. Reigen groaned and buried his face in the crook of Serizawa's neck.
He tilted his head up and whispered into Serizawa's ear, too flustered to meet his eyes. “You already know what I'm talking about, don’t you? I saw the look on your face.”
“You want to give me…head?” Serizawa asked, hesitant and half-praying he'd guessed right. The sparkle in Reigen's eyes was answer enough. “Oh…alright. Are you sure?
Reigen smirked. “Do I sound unsure?”
“Well, uh, no,” Serizawa mumbled, his heart pounding so fast he could barely form words. His fingers shook as they curled around the waist of Reigen's trousers, caught somewhere between nervous and desperate.
“You…feel good,” he said shyly, thumb hovering at the belt as if willing his hands steady. “What do I do? I've never…” he trailed off, sheepish.
Reigen pressed a slow, sympathetic kiss to his neck. “Just talk to me. If anything feels off, we’ll sort it out together—I don’t mind stumbling through. We'll find out what works.”
He offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about me judging or anything like that—remember last time? You had me holding on to the couch for dear life.”
Serizawa laughed. “I remember that,” he said, warmly. His shoulders relaxed, and he let Reigen kiss his collarbones gently. He held his breath as Reigen pressed long kisses across his chest, before glancing up at Serizawa.
“Can I?”
Serizawa nodded and undid his belt, still blushing profusely.
Reigen gave a comforting smile, placing his hand on top of Serizawa's. “You want me to do the rest?”
“I wouldn’t mind,” he answered in the most indifferent voice he could manage, trying to hide how nervous he was. He caught sight of Reigen's kind eyes and hoped they wouldn’t go away once he saw Serizawa.
Reigen noticed that his eyes began to drift away, and he gently smoothed his hand between Serizawa's legs. “When I called you attractive, I wasn’t saying it to make you feel better,” he said, swallowing his inhibitions. “I genuinely believe it. Even back when I didn’t know I had feelings for you.”
“I want this because I want you, not just sex. I know I can be stubborn and judgmental, but you’re really special to me because you’re my first real friend. And nothing's going to change that.”
Serizawa swallowed the lump in his throat. “Thank you,” he said softly, not sure how else to respond. He knew that Reigen understood and felt no need for any flowery language.
He smiled to himself, his gaze averting back to the tight fabric with hungry curiosity. His hands hesitated for only a breath before easing the zipper down, deliberate but still unsure. His heart pounded in his ears as he helped Serizawa shed the last barrier between them, breath catching at the sight.
Serizawa shifted under his look, chest tight at the realization that this was really happening—his boss, his friend—right here with him.
Reigen caught the flicker in his eyes and smirked. “You’re…big,” he murmured, voice low and teasing despite the blush that covered his cheeks.
Serizawa blinked, face burning. “Is that…good or bad?”
Reigen looked up with a slow, wicked grin. “I think I like it.”
He pressed a careful kiss against Serizawa's stomach, feeling the tension ease, then paused just long enough to search his face. “How do you want me?” he murmured in a low voice, staring at Serizawa with urgent eyes.
Serizawa blushed as if he hadn’t already seen him like this. Boldness sparked, surprising even him. “On your knees,” he whispered, stealing a quick kiss before he could even think of getting embarrassed again.
Reigen’s stomach fluttered at the tone—not an order, just an answer—but assertive enough to send a shiver down his spine.
“That works for me,” he said, already shifting to the floor, sliding a pillow beneath his knees.
“If anything feels wrong, just tell me,” Reigen said.
Serizawa nodded, watching closely.
Reigen leaned forward, lips brushing the tip, testing the heat and texture with a slow trace of his tongue. Serizawa’s hand found his hair, shaky but tender. Reigen laced their free hands together, squeezing once before taking him deeper, lips moving with deliberate care. Each flick of his tongue drew a twitch from Serizawa’s hips.
“Doing this with you...” he started softly, "I'm just so glad it’s you.”
He looked up, eyes half-lidded but shining with something genuine. Serizawa froze at the sight, memorizing the warmth in his touch, the messy fall of his hair—details that felt burned into him already.
Reigen’s tongue moved up the underside, flicking deliberately just under the head. His mouth watered at the small twitches.
“Ah—that’s—“
Reigen felt the hand on his head loosen. He pulled back just enough to look up at him.
“How are you doing, Serizawa?”
His fingers tightened unconsciously in Reigen’s hair. “I'm great, it's just that… when you got more into it, I started feeling, uh, different, I guess? and I was worried I might get caught off guard and hurt you by accident.”
Reigen blinked. “What do you mean?”
“It’s kind of hard to stay still when you’re doing that. My body just… reacts. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Reigen stared at him dead in the eyes.
“I can take it.”
Serizawa froze, stunned. “What?”
“Grab me as rough as you want. I'll handle it.”
Serizawa hesitated. “Reigen, are you completely sure? I'm pretty strong—“
Reigen cut him off.
“I’ve put a lot of thought into this,” he said affirmatively, earning a bewildered stare from Serizawa. he blushed and lowered his voice. “W-what I mean is… I’ve imagined you doing this before…and I liked it. So, I'm down if you’re down…?” Yeah, real smooth, he thought.
The honesty in his tone landed heavily. The hoarseness in his voice and the unguarded look in his eyes sent a thrill down Serizawa's spine. He bit his lip, nodding slowly. “…Okay. But promise me this—pinch me twice if you want me to stop.”
“I promise,” Reigen breathed, before lowering his mouth onto him.
Serizawa's chest tightened. His restraint was already fraying, and his hand slid from Reigen’s hair to the back of his neck, fingers curling in. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to draw a muffled moan.
“Seri,” Reigen gasped, eyes wide, “you have no idea how much that turns me on.”
He didn’t wait any longer before wrapping his lips around him. Serizawa let out a quiet, almost nervous laugh, brushing his thumb against the curve of Reigen’s neck. It pulled a shaky exhale from Reigen.
As Serizawa's hand found its way to the side of his face, he tenderly brushed aside the hair covering his eye. Reigen looked up at Serizawa, face red and eyes glossy. He pressed deeper, slower this time. Serizawa let out a slow exhale. Reigen continued the motion with unsteady breath. Reigen thought he probably looked pathetic, but at that moment, he needed this from Serizawa badly.
Experimenting, Serizawa tightened his grip on Reigen’s hair and held him down ever so slightly. Reigen gagged, the sound melting into a low, broken moan. His own eyes went wide at the noise, his face flushing. His fingers dug into Serizawa’s hip as he took Serizawa all the way down to the base. Serizawa hesitated, then rolled his hips gently. Reigen choked, but didn't pull back–if anything, he pushed harder. Serizawa cried out when a roll from his hips earned him a low vibration against his length.
“Fuck—“
Without thinking, he yanked Reigen’s hair until their eyes met. The sight nearly undid him—Reigen’s lips stretched around him, the spark of stubborn pride still flickering in his eyes. Reigen, being half naked, his skin wet to the touch, He suddenly wanted to know what he looked like with nothing on.
“God, look at you,” he muttered breathlessly.
Reigen moaned, the curses coming from Serizawa's mouth sending shocks down to his stomach. He sucked gently at the tip as he slowly wrapped his fingers around himself. Serizawa's eyes darted down, catching the moment.
“When you’re like this for me,” he rasped, “it makes me forget you’re my boss.”
Reigen groaned, shameless—he was having a little too much fun with this side of him. He pulled off for air, stroking Serizawa with his hand.
“You like that? Might have to take this out of your paycheck,” he teased.
Serizawa moved his head to the back of Reigen's neck and gently pressed his thumb under the side of Reigen's jaw, who whined helplessly.
“Oh, really? It almost seems like my boss likes having his mouth fucked by his own coworker.” Serizawa said with a dazed smile.
Reigen’s fingers stroked himself at an uneven pace, face flushed and too far gone to care.
“fuck…you’re a cocky bastard.” He leaned in, allowing Serizawa to guide the pace with his hand.
Serizawa's hips twitched with each contact of Reigen's tongue, pulling his hair just enough to look into his eyes. Wet sounds slipped from Reigen’s mouth, punctuating each deep push.
“Fuck, next time I want that to be my hand,” he said, a twinge of recklessness in his eyes. “Or…something else. I just want to make you come, you look hot when you do.” Every word had to be choked out, his body not allowing him air.
Reigen’s eyes were half-lidded, soft sounds slipping past his lips. His face burned, tears pricking at the corners from gagging, yet he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this whole. When he caught the haze in Serizawa’s eyes—the same look he wore after their first kiss—he felt his chest glow.
“Fuck–you look good on your knees,” Serizawa says in a raw voice. “Y-you always look good—“
Reigen twitched from the praise, aching for more—enough to drown out the months of silence, doubt, and second-guessing weighing on his chest.
Serizawa leaned forward and held both of his hands under Reigen's jaw, his thumbs pressing into his cheeks.
“These aren’t the eyes you were giving me this morning, are they?” Serizawa laughed breathlessly.
Reigen panted, laughing as he tried to regain his breath. “I guess I can’t hide it anymore.”
Serizawa held his head down at the base, letting Reigen move first, and then rolling his hips in time with his mouth. His rhythm got sloppier, matching each movement with a shutter. heat coiled in his gut—His legs started to tremble, and his movements slowed.
“Fuck, Reigen–i-im gonna–“
Reigen slid off suddenly, breathless, cutting him off.
“Don’t you dare move.”
Serizawa looked at him wide-eyed, dazed, and his legs still shaking.
“But you’re gonna get-“
Reigen cut him off, tilting his head up towards Serizawa’s face.
“Do it right here.” His pupils were blown wide, and his breath shuddering. His half-lidded eyes met Serizawa’s, sparkling with desire.
Serizawa barely hesitated before wrapping his fingers around himself, stroking with Reigen watching eagerly. He came hard, moaning Reigen’s name as he spilled across his face in hot, messy spurts. Reigen let out shaky whines as his own orgasm hit, spilling into his hand. Serizawa smeared the tip across his cheek, only to see him lick his lips, eyes half-lidded with an absent-minded smile.
“God, Reigen, that was so good,” he said breathlessly. “You’re crazy, you know that, right?”
Reigen collapsed forward on Serizawa’s thigh, still catching his breath and whimpering at the aftershocks. “Told you I could handle it.”
Serizawa pet his head, smoothing out the strands of hair. “Holy moly, you really do bring out a different side of me.”
Reigen grinned proudly. “Holy moly indeed—that was so good.”
“Was it okay? Did I hurt you? Was I too mean?” Serizawa said.
Reigen raised his eyebrow with a smirk. “Are you kidding me? If that was mean, what am I? Actually—don’t answer that.” He pressed a kiss to his stomach, warmed by the intimacy of it. “You were perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Still flushed, Serizawa used his powers to grab a towel and run it under warm water. He brought it back to his hand. "Reigen, c'mere," he murmured, patting his lap.
Reigen pushes his back onto the bed, lying right on Serizawa’s chest, chin propped on folded arms.
“Look up,” Serizawa said softly.
Reigen tilted his head, letting Serizawa hold his chin steady. His breath caught—Reigen’s face was red, streaked with sweat, his half-lidded eyes locking with Serizawa’s. He had to do a double-take, processing that Reigen was the same man whose face was covered in his release.
“This is a good look on you.”
Reigen grumbled, too content to try and say something cocky back. As the cloth brushed gently across his skin, His eyes fluttered shut, a low hum escaping him as he melted into the touch.
“All done,” Serizawa said, pressing a kiss to his forehead before wrapping his arms around him.
“You must be tired,” he murmured, glancing down at a very relaxed Reigen.
Reigen nodded slowly, still winded.
“You’ll thank yourself in the morning if you shower first,” Serizawa added.
Reigen groaned. “Fine. But you’re coming with me. I don’t feel like waiting around while you take one after.”
“Okay, Reigen.” Serizawa laughed.
“Arataka is fine,” he muttered.
“Then…call me Katsuya.”
“Mm. ‘Kay, Katsu. Let’s go before I pass out right here.”
Serizawa smiled fondly.
He sat up, grabbed his change of clothes, and headed to the bathroom to get the shower ready.
“Reigen, are you coming?” Serizawa calls out from the bathroom.
“Yeah, yeah, gimme a minute,” he groaned.
Reigen lightheartedly scoffed to himself as he got up and gathered a fresh change of pajamas. Even after something so intimate, Serizawa still addresses him with honorifics. Some things never change.
——-
Later, after the shower and after the lights were out, they slipped beneath the sheets.
“Katsuya,” Reigen said, his voice small in the dark, “can you… wrap your arms around me again? Like before.”
Serizawa hummed in reply, tucking one arm beneath his pillow and draping the other across Reigen’s waist. Reigen laced his fingers through Serizawa‘s.
“‘Taka,” Serizawa whispered into his shoulder.
Reigen stirred. “Yeah?”
“Can I be your boyfriend?”
Reigen turned over to face him, lips brushing against his in a soft kiss. “You beat me to it,” he chuckled softly. “Yes. Of course, ‘Tsuya.”
Serizawa could hear the drowsiness in his voice, so he left it there. The words could wait until morning. For now, this moment was enough. He drifted off with his boyfriend in his arms.