On Gossamer Wings part 17

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Later that night he lay in his bed staring at the photograph embarrassed that his eyes lingered on the artist just as much as they did Kazuko. There was something captivating about the man with the sleepy eyes and the lazy smile. His hair was long in the photo and flopped down around his eyes almost like curtains as he pulled a slightly weird face.

“Kazu…That guy…The manager…” Masaki whispered in the dark jolting him enough to push the photograph under the pillow and actually flush in the dark.

“What about him?” He asked thankful that his voice didn’t sound weird at least. Masaki let out a hum and a few seconds later Kazu felt his mattress being pushed up from below by Masaki’s feet as the slightly older boy whispered;

“…Nothing…He was just looking at you…Strangely…”

“Yeah…I think he hates me because I bumped into him…Either that or he thinks that Ohno-sensei is wasting his time with me…I can’t really blame him…Since he’s having the show and all…” Kazu whistled smiling again happy that Ohno was wasting time trying to help him. “I guess he’s a nice guy…”

“Hmm…” Masaki hummed doubtfully the feet stopping their pushing and Kazu frowned in the dark shuffling over to the edge of the bed and looking down at his brother who was chewing on his lips so much that Kazu was sure that they were about to start bleeding.

“What?”

“Nothing…Just…He…You look at him the way that I look at Shoko-sempai…” Masaki admitted unwillingly and Kazu found his cheeks burning with a blush. Sakurai Shoko was a former childhood friend of theirs who was currently working as an entertainment reporter on the local news channel. Masaki adored her more than the model that graced their door and when he saw her either in person or on TV he always had a puppy dog expression. It was a running joke within the family and Kazu refused to admit that he looked like that after only two days of knowing him. “…You have looked up to him a lot ne…”

“What! No way! It was the picture…” Kazu denied in a voice as loud as he dared at that time of night staring at his brother who wasn’t able to look at him. His cheeks were burning as bright as a traffic light with his eyes fixed on the end of the bed where Kazu knew he kept the signed promotional poster of Shoko as he nodded slowly saying;

“Yeah…You admired that picture more than the person in it…And um…Well you…Never show interest in girls…Um…Do you think you’re maybe…Gay…?”

“Gay…You think I’m gay?” Kazu repeated with disbelief though he could feel something strange and fluttery inside of his chest. It felt like the feathers of a bird deep inside of him and he knew that there was a chance that Masaki wasn’t speaking rubbish like he always was. He did have an interest in the artist he knew that and all the times Ohno had said his name and touched him had caused more reactions to him than Masaki’s half nude pictures of women.

“…Yeah…I mean! It doesn’t matter if you are! I…Was just…Um…You…might be gay…”

“I’m not gay!” He mumbled pulling himself onto his bed and hugging his pillow his heart jumping when his fingers brushed over the cold photo
“I’m not…”

TBC
A/N: I hope that this was okay ^_^