240919モテモテ状態で羨ましい男子c2

The sun was just beginning to set, painting the sky in vivid hues of orange and pink, when Kenji arrived at the small park near his apartment complex. He was early, as usual, but his stomach was already doing flip-flops at the thought of seeing his best friend and secret object of desire, Hiro.

Kenji had harbored feelings for Hiro for as long as he could remember, but he had never quite mustered the courage to confess. He knew Hiro was straight, and he didn’t want to risk lose their precious friendship over unrequited love. So, he kept his feelings locked away in his heart, letting only the occasional subtle hint slip through.

As he waited on the wooden bench, Kenji’s mind drifted to the last time he and Hiro had hung out. They had gone to the movies and afterwards, Hiro had insisted on treating Kenji to ice cream. They had sat on a bench, eating their cones, their shoulders brushing against each other, making Kenji’s heart race. He had caught himself staring at Hiro’s handsome profile, at his full, pink lips that curved into a smile as he licked a drip of vanilla.

Suddenly, Kenji was pulled from his reverie by a familiar voice. “Hey, Kenji, sorry I’m late!” Hiro’s voice was warm and friendly, but Kenji could hear the note of nervousness underneath. He turned to see Hiro looking particularly handsome today, dressed in a fitted short-sleeved shirt that hugged his muscular arms and chest, and a pair of slim, dark pants that accentuated his long legs. The evening sun seemed to halo around him, making him glow.

Hiro plopped down on the bench next to Kenji, his strong thigh brushing against Kenji’s much leaner one. Kenji felt his face flush and hoped Hiro didn’t notice. “No worries, I was early anyway,” Kenji said casually, trying to keep his voice steady. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

Hiro looked down at his hands, which were tightly clasped in his lap. “Well…I was wondering…” He bit his lip, the gesture making Kenji’s heart skip a beat. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go to dinner with me? As a date?”

Kenji’s jaw dropped. He must have misheard. “A date?” he repeated, dumbly.

Hiro’s eyes widened. “Shit, I’m sorry. Never mind. I thought maybe…but forget it.” He started to stand up.

“No, wait!” Kenji reached out and grabbed Hiro’s hand. It was warm and solid in his own. “I…I want to go on a date with you. I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

Hiro looked at him incredulously. “Seriously? You’re not just saying that?”

Kenji shook his head, the reality of the situation beginning to set in. “No, I mean it. I…I’m in love with you, Hiro. I have been for years.”

Hiro’s answering smile was so bright it could power the entire city. “Thank god,” he breathed. “I was so nervous. I didn’t know if you felt the same way.”

Kenji laughed, feeling light-headed with relief and happiness. “Of course I do. You’ve been my best friend forever. When did you realize you had feelings for me?”

“About a year ago,” Hiro admitted. “I kept trying to ignore it, but it just kept getting stronger. I finally realized denying it was making me miserable.”

“So, what did you have in mind for our first date?” Kenji asked, unable to keep the grin off his face.

“How about we start with dinner?” Hiro suggested with a wink. “And afterwards…we’ll just have to see where the night takes us.” He stood up, tugging Kenji to his feet as well. As they headed towards the nearby restaurant, their fingers intertwined, Kenji couldn’t believe this was really happening. He had spent so long pining for Hiro, had convinced himself he’d never have a chance with him. But now, here they were, holding hands, about to go on a real date. It felt surreal, like a dream he was afraid he might wake up from at any moment.

But as they entered the restaurant and were seated at a small, intimate table, Kenji realized this was no dream. Hiro was really here, smiling at him from across the table, his eyes warm and full of affection. Kenji smiled back, feeling giddy and happy in a way he couldn’t remember ever feeling before. He knew he was in for the night of his life.