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[ his grin practically splits across his face. he's happy, ecstatic that they're on the same page, and so far it was a smooth transition? oikawa had really helped shoyo there, with inexperience so largely dominating this part of his life. it's been neglected, really. his affection has always belonged to something else. something round that would cause his hand to sting. shoyo rolls onto his side and plants a kiss on the corner a lazarus' thin lips and causes a smack to pop between them. it's obvious that he was a "me too" on this, pressing his forehead to lazarus' brow and molding his palms to his cheeks. ]

I've never had a boyfriend before. Or a girlfriend—

[ which may have been a surprise, but wholly true. ]