What the hell was going on?
Where was Renji? Where did he go? How long have these piles of blankets been pretending to be Renji?
His mind started to scramble, thinking of many possibilities. Was he stealing? Was he in the living room right now? Was he—
Before his thoughts could wander off to sothing darker, a sound scared the heavenly shit out of him that his heart almost exploded out of his chest.
"Boo!"
He backpedaled, stumbled back into the bedfra, raising his arms to defend himself from the source of the noise, but then he had a chuckle and he looked through his crossed hands to see who it was.
Renji was just standing there, casually, his arms were crossed and there was a lazy smirk on his face.
Haru shrieked. "Holy fuck! Where the hell were you?!"
Renji walked to the door and closed it. "Don’t make so much noise, you’d wake your parents."
Haru narrowed his eyes. "I don’t fucking care you dumb nerd. Where were you?"
Renji shrugged proudly. "Well, I knew you’d co sneaking in here the second you thought I was asleep. And you’d plan to beat the shit out of or smother with a pillow? With the way you were glaring at , I couldn’t risk it"
He gestured at the pile of blankets and the bag. "So I set up a decoy and hid. And from the looks of it, it worked like a charm."
Haru stared, mouth open.
It... made sense. Kinda?
It sounded exactly like sothing a paranoid kid who’d been bullied for years would do. But sothing still felt off, like a splinter under the skin.
Haru just couldn’t figure out what it was.
"You okay?" Renji asked, tilting his head. "You’re staring."
Haru blinked. "You’re... sweating. Like, a lot."
Renji wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, laughing lightly. "Hiding in that tiny closet for twenty minutes gets hot as hell. Almost passed out."
Haru frowned. He couldn’t actually rember seeing Renji co out of the closet. But then again, he’d been staring at the fake lump the whole ti...
Renji’s voice dropped, suddenly serious. "Look. Just... don’t try to kill in my sleep or whatever, okay? I’ll be gone by tomorrow morning. You’ll never have to see in your house again. Deal?"
Haru opened his mouth, closed it, then muttered, "I didn’t co here to hurt you."
Renji raised an eyebrow. "Oh. Then why did you co?"
Haru’s face burned. "Never mind." He shoved past Renji. "Just continue being the weird nerd you always are."
He stord out, slamming his own bedroom door behind him.
Renji watched him go, and the evil smile of satisfaction on his face stretched wider. He turned around and he went to sleep.
Hours later, it was morning and the sll of eggs and bacon drifted through the house.
Kenoji stood at the stove in his rumpled office shirt and tie, humming off-key as he flipped tamagoyaki. Haru sat at the counter, hoodie up, scrolling on his phone, still sulking.
Miyako ca down the stairs in her police uniform. She has her hair in a severe bun, and her badge gleaming on her waist belt.
No one would suspect that in her stomach right then were liters of Renji’s cum. She looked every inch the stern, professional sergeant she was supposed to be.
Except her eyes.
The second she spotted Renji walking in from the hallway, those eyes went dark, pupils blown wide. She bit her lower lip and her thighs pressed together under the tight navy skirt.
Renji t her gaze for half a second, then quickly dropped his eyes, the picture of polite innocence.
"Good morning, everyone," he said cheerfully, sliding into the seat across from Haru. "Slls amazing, Mr. Endo."
Kenoji bead. "Help yourself, son! Plenty to go around."
Miyako sat down slowly, thighs rubbing together. If soone slled hard enough, they would catch the faint scent of last night’s sex still clinging to her skin beneath the uniform.
Haru glanced up, noticed his mom staring at Renji like she wanted to eat him alive, then frowned. "So does he like live here now?"
Renji looked at him and at Mrs. Endo. "No. No. I have to get ready for school."
Miyako shrugged. "We can take you to school along with Haru. It’s no problem."
Renji scratched the back of his neck. "Actually, I need to swing by my place first, change into my uniform, grab my books and so other stuff. You’ve all done enough already. I can take it from here."
Miyako’s voice cut in, sharp and imdiate. "Nonsense. I’ll drive you."
Haru’s head snapped up. "What the hell, Mom, I have soccer practice—"
"I said I’ll drive him," Miyako repeated, tone leaving no room for argunt. "Your father will take you. Won’t you, dear?"
Kenoji blinked, then smiled obliviously. "Of course! Happy to."
Haru opened his mouth to protest again, but one look at his mother’s face, stern, unreadable, and he shut it.
Renji put on his best shy, grateful smile. "Really, Mrs. Endo, you don’t have to—"
"I insist," she said, standing abruptly, keys already in hand. "Let’s go."
Renji took one final look at Haru as he left the house with his own mother.
The look of anger and confusion in Haru’s face. It was priceless.
However, nothing really happened throughout the drive.
They drove in silence. It was like the sha of what they did the previous night had finally dawned on them.
Soon, the apartnt building ca into view on Momo Street. Miyako pulled into the empty side lot and killed the engine.
The silence continued for a while.
"This is it, right?" Miyako asked him, her face red with sha and nervousness.
"Yup," Renji replied. "This is it."
They looked at each other at the sa ti, staring.
Then, like a dam breaking, they lunged at each other.
Miyako grabbed Renji by the head of his hoodie and yanked him into a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, tongues sliding, moaning into each other like they’d been starving for hours.
Their lips mushed against each other. Renji grabbed her breasts through her police shirt, squeezing her nipples as they kissed stupidly.
Her hat tumbled off.
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