Its super cute, BL too (I guess?):
https://youtu.be/MneRtx7x2vs?list=PLpjtgjgqiXbEza8KtmZloMaXSzaUp7JWv
Those were beautiful thank you for this post(⌒▽⌒)
I was thinking of moving into dorms for college (even though that's like 4 years away) and since I'd be mostly independent I thought I could realize my dream of having BL manga (like an actual book) in my room. So what would be some good BL manga (in english) that I could buy?
It was the beginning of the end of my middle school years. However, I wasn't in a class with any of my usual friends, so I watched as my introverted self slowly became alienated from my class. But he walked up to my obscure desk and asked if we could be friends. My dull world suddenly became bright again.
We always sat together in our warm, isolated corner during our limited time for lunch. We'd talk about the mundane occurrences of our lives sprinkled with his vivacious laughs, and that was the world to me. In our breaks, we'd sit shoulder to shoulder to observe our world in quiet musical sessions between shared earbuds and the occasional brush of warm hands.
He was a baseball player, the ace of his team, and he invited me to his championship game. I arrived early and awkwardly walked to the faded bleachers to slowly watch as they were filled with avid fans, most of which were girls. Despite my feelings of alienation, I was able to enjoy the game in a way I've never experienced.
In the end we lost and he went about spilling words of consolation with the most mournful expression upon his face. After the crowds faded, I slowly approached to comfort him. He started to cry, with tears like diamonds, and this oxymoronic view surprised me. I held him in my arms in an attempt to shield him from the cruel morality of the world. As he cried on my shoulder, I could feel my own heart grow wet and warm from his tears.
Next I saw him, his eyes were red and puffy, testimony to the moment we shared together. I observed his interactions with his friends: graceful movements, a strong voice, and an emotional core. I suddenly felt grateful for the miracle that led us to be in the same class as mutual... friends. My daydreams were interrupted by the heavy steps of students and the sound of the monotone school bell.
I observed his exquisite features from the corner of my eye. I daydreamed about what kind of person he'd date. I theorized to myself, "Probably a cute, enthusiastic, extrovert. The opposite of me..." I suddenly felt a sharp twinge of pain in my chest. I ignored it and looked back at him, only to meet his deep eyes.
I could feel my cheeks bloom crimson flowers and my heart quickly becoming more erratic. I felt the eternity that was growing between us and turned away, putting my headphones on to drown out the noise of my heart.
That night I dreamed of the ethereal life I could have with him, if he loved me. I woke up to the cold sky crying on my window, and I proceeded to as well. With the presence of my sticky semen, I realized I'd fallen in love with another man.
I denied these feelings with my entire being, "It's only admiration," I ineffectively chanted to myself. It was the middle of the school year. The overnight school trip was coming up, and I was excited to uncover some new sides to him as his "buddy."
During our guided tour, I laughed with him enough to last a lifetime. In our free time, his urging hand on my wrist made my heart beat quickly enough to make my head turn fuzzy with happiness. When I slept next to him in our room, I felt his tingling breath on my neck so that I couldn't sleep from nervousness. I left the tourist resort feeling the most alive I was in a long time. I happily admitted to myself: I was in love with him, and it made my world sparkle with happiness.
It was the last month of the school year and the frantic bustling of students resolving their qualms was apparent. He and I were quietly watching this and talking about our own futures. He suddenly reminded me about how we'll be going to different high-schools. A jolt of despair ran through my body. "Different high-schools means we won't see each other anymore," I franticly concluded.
With adrenaline and fear coursing through my veins, I said the words that would make or break our relationship, "I love you." His eyes slowly drifted up to my watering ones. We stared at each other as I quickly began to panic. He then looked away with a distraught expression on his face and quietly whispered, "I'm sorry." And I ran away.
I desperately avoided him to respect his wishes and to escape further dejection. Everyday I grew more tired and unhappy without him by my side. I kept up the farce of being okay all the way until the last day: graduation.
I had let my guard down and he caught up while I was running away. He tackled me down and pinned me to the floor of an obscure corner. With a flushed face he told me the words I'd feared the most, "I'm sorry." But he then followed it up with, "I'm sorry I didn't realize earlier, that I didn't say it earlier... I-I like you too." My stunned face lifted to a teary smile. And I happily whispered, "Thank you,” before our lips joined in a kiss.
The bad end is the same except for the last paragraph:
I had let my guard down and he caught up while I was running away. He tackled me down and pinned me to the floor of an obscure corner. With a flushed face he told me the words I'd feared the most, "I'm sorry." But he then followed it up with, "I'm sorry I didn't realize earlier, that I didn't say it earlier... I'm happy, that you liked me so much. I'm sorry, but thank you." I silently cried with a smile, content with the thought that he acknowledged my feelings and the new prospects I'd find in high school."
Please tell me what you think.
I don't want to be mean, but I think you should post this somewhere else. This story has amazing grammar, and isn't bad, but it shouldn't be posted here. This is a site for manga, not for random stories people make. You can always post this in a writing website, like Wattpad, but it just feels out of place here.
Please don't take this personally in a bad way ╮(￣▽￣)╭
honestly didn't read completely but from my skim it looks pretty good! also good thinking with that ending, the alternate was kind of rough.
It's fine! Thanks for the advice!
Wow nice!
I enjoyed it I think in my opinion you perfectly made the reader think this was a bad end but it isn't
nice username btw
*editied version btw
I’d fallen in a deep and dark hole, and I’d feared I’d never see the light again. Suddenly, a firm, tanned, outstretched hand appeared: my Savior. Gladly, with a tear in my eye, I held onto that warm and supple hand which hoisted me up from the realm of the underworld to, once more, view the heavenly realm of mortals. Apparently, I had been gone for ages but none had noticed but him. With a skip in my voice, I heartily thanked him with a fortunate smile. He returned it with his own mouthful of delicate pearls and tinted red lips that could rival the beauty of Aphrodite. This made me grow warm in my cheeks with admiration of his handsome beauty.
On another day, I talked to him, unable to keep my mind off his beautiful smile. He was a baseball player, the ace of his team (which explains how he picked me up so easily). He was an educated young man, full of curiosity and intellect. He was kind and thoughtful towards his classmates and was a respectable young man in the eyes of his teachers. He was a beautiful being, graced by the gods with his eternal youthfulness and exquisite beauty. A person thought to only exist in fiction, the perfect man. But I talked to him. I asked for his name. A name that I thoughtfully tasted with the tip of my tongue and spilled from my lips like the wine of Dionysus.
I was casually invited to his next game, which I gleefully accepted. On the directed date, I awkwardly walked to the faded bleachers and watched as the stands fill with avid fans, many of which were girls. Despite my out of placeness, I was able to become one with the crowd, cheering, and suspenseful, and all. In the end we lost, but he was smiling saying, “It’s alright. We did our best,” with the most beautiful, mournful smile I’d ever seen in my life. A bit afterwards, I cautiously walked up to him to try to comfort him. And he started to cry, with small diamonds falling from his gorgeous eyes. I was in awe, how could a person be this beautiful while so distraught? I held him in my arms to try to shield this god-like being from the mortality of the world.
The next time I saw him, his eyes were red and puffy, testimony to the moment we had together. I watched him interact with his friends, with graceful movements and a laugh like the ringing of church bells. I thought about the time we shared, and how he was a dazzling being in the dull, grey world who’d been dyed with the joyous, calm domesticity of daily life. With this I found him unbelievably amazing with many moments where he was delightfully endearing.
There was a shuffling of bodies and the metallic scrapes of chairs against the floors. The hunched frame of the teacher appeared at the doorway and the heavy steps of students faded away. I was snapped back to reality with the sound of the monotone school bell.
He suddenly sauntered past me, allowing me to take a whiff of his musky cologne. At my distant seat, I discreetly glance at him in the corner of my eye. Slowly, I trace his features with my lowered eyes: his chiseled jawline, his short silky hair, his bright eyes, his soft smile... I blink, realizing that there was a dull, aching thump in my chest. I ignored it and looked back at him, only to meet his deep eyes.
I couldn't breathe as I held his gaze in mine. I struggled to break this quiet eternity that I knew would turn into an awkward silence. I felt the thumping in my chest again but it was more vivacious this time. I could feel my cheeks grow another shade darker of crimson and another few degrees hotter every second. I was not very comfortable with this as it could only mean one thing. Had I fallen in love with him? This man? I refused to believe it. I tore my eyes from his direction and put my headphones back on to drown out the noise of my heart.
That night I had a dream. I was in bliss, holding his firm hand, kissing his soft lips, touching his supple skin, his body against mine, being loved by him with his entirety... But then I woke up to the cold, grey sky crying on my window. I looked down to prophesize my future spiraling into a pit which would be full of pain, discrimination, and eternal torment. I cried along with the sky while the sin underneath my clothes dried up. I realized that, with my transition to adulthood, I had fallen in love with another man.
I'll name those two. (Just so we're not confused. haha) Dude 1 is Jack and dude 2 is Gene.
Here's what I got.
1. Jack is a student going through some tough shit and tried to kill himself
2. Gene, also a student, has godly appearance and a baseball ace, saw Jack, saves him and befriends him
3. Jack starts to feel something for Gene
4. Gene sees him no different from the others
5. Jack realizes he's in love with Gene and end up making Gene his fap material
If I got those right, then the message/story/emotion/feeling you want to send to your readers means it's spot on!
If I got it wrong, then maybe I'm stupid. hahaha.
I love this thought. I can almost feel his struggle. This is a good read. I hope you top the contest!! Best of luck!
Wow this is good, i like that you describe the struggle the main chara had when he realizes that he love another guy, somehow i want to make this into a manga
'I had fallen in love with another man'
What that man's name?
Will you continue this story?
I love it. Best of luck with the contest :)
Everything from 2-5 is right. "Jack" isn't really depressed or anything, he literally fell in a hole.
Since I originally was making this a "oneshot" for the contest I didn't think of a name. But since a lot of people have encouraged it, I probably will be making a sequel.
Thank you!!! I'm really glad you liked it.
Thanks!!!
A really scary hole.
New, more complete version for the contest (good end).
It was the beginning of the end of my middle school years. However, I wasn't in a class with any of my usual friends, so I watched as my introverted self slowly became alienated from my class. But he walked up to my obscure desk and asked if we could be friends. My dull world suddenly became bright again.
We always sat together in our warm, isolated corner during our limited time for lunch. We'd talk about the mundane occurrences of our lives sprinkled with his vivacious laughs, and that was the world to me. In our breaks, we'd sit shoulder to shoulder to observe our world in quiet musical sessions between shared earbuds and the occasional brush of warm hands.
He was a baseball player, the ace of his team, and he invited me to his championship game. I arrived early and awkwardly walked to the faded bleachers to slowly watch as they were filled with avid fans, most of which were girls. Despite my feelings of alienation, I was able to enjoy the game in a way I've never experienced.
In the end we lost and he went about spilling words of consolation with the most mournful expression upon his face. After the crowds faded, I slowly approached to comfort him. He started to cry, with tears like diamonds, and this oxymoronic view surprised me. I held him in my arms in an attempt to shield him from the cruel morality of the world. As he cried on my shoulder, I could feel my own heart grow wet and warm from his tears.
Next I saw him, his eyes were red and puffy, testimony to the moment we shared together. I observed his interactions with his friends: graceful movements, a strong voice, and an emotional core. I suddenly felt grateful for the miracle that led us to be in the same class as mutual... friends. My daydreams were interrupted by the heavy steps of students and the sound of the monotone school bell.
I observed his exquisite features from the corner of my eye. I daydreamed about what kind of person he'd date. I theorized to myself, "Probably a cute, enthusiastic, extrovert. The opposite of me..." I suddenly felt a sharp twinge of pain in my chest. I ignored it and looked back at him, only to meet his deep eyes.
I could feel my cheeks bloom crimson flowers and my heart quickly becoming more erratic. I felt the eternity that was growing between us and turned away, putting my headphones on to drown out the noise of my heart.
That night I dreamed of the ethereal life I could have with him, if he loved me. I woke up to the cold sky crying on my window, and I proceeded to as well. With the presence of my sticky semen, I realized I'd fallen in love with another man.
I denied these feelings with my entire being, "It's only admiration," I ineffectively chanted to myself. It was the middle of the school year. The overnight school trip was coming up, and I was excited to uncover some new sides to him as his "buddy."
During our guided tour, I laughed with him enough to last a lifetime. In our free time, his urging hand on my wrist made my heart beat quickly enough to make my head turn fuzzy with happiness. When I slept next to him in our room, I felt his tingling breath on my neck so that I couldn't sleep from nervousness. I left the tourist resort feeling the most alive I was in a long time. I happily admitted to myself: I was in love with him, and it made my world sparkle with happiness.
It was the last month of the school year and the frantic bustling of students resolving their qualms was apparent. He and I were quietly watching this and talking about our own futures. He suddenly reminded me about how we'll be going to different high-schools. A jolt of despair ran through my body. "Different high-schools means we won't see each other anymore," I franticly concluded.
With adrenaline and fear coursing through my veins, I said the words that would make or break our relationship, "I love you." His eyes slowly drifted up to my watering ones. We stared at each other as I quickly began to panic. He then looked away with a distraught expression on his face and quietly whispered, "I'm sorry." And I ran away.
I desperately avoided him to respect his wishes and to escape further dejection. Everyday I grew more tired and unhappy without him by my side. I kept up the farce of being okay all the way until the last day: graduation.
I had let my guard down and he caught up while I was running away. He tackled me down and pinned me to the floor of an obscure corner. With a flushed face he told me the words I'd feared the most, "I'm sorry." But he then followed it up with, "I'm sorry I didn't realize earlier, that I didn't say it earlier... I-I like you too." My stunned face lifted to a teary smile. And I happily whispered, "Thank you,” before our lips joined in a kiss.
New, more complete version for the contest (bad end).
It was the beginning of the end of my middle school years. However, I wasn't in a class with any of my usual friends, so I watched as my introverted self slowly became alienated from my class. But he walked up to my obscure desk and asked if we could be friends. My dull world suddenly became bright again.
We always sat together in our warm, isolated corner during our limited time for lunch. We'd talk about the mundane occurrences of our lives sprinkled with his vivacious laughs, and that was the world to me. In our breaks, we'd sit shoulder to shoulder to observe our world in quiet musical sessions between shared earbuds and the occasional brush of warm hands.
He was a baseball player, the ace of his team, and he invited me to his championship game. I arrived early and awkwardly walked to the faded bleachers to slowly watch as they were filled with avid fans, most of which were girls. Despite my feelings of alienation, I was able to enjoy the game in a way I've never experienced.
In the end we lost and he went about spilling words of consolation with the most mournful expression upon his face. After the crowds faded, I slowly approached to comfort him. He started to cry, with tears like diamonds, and this oxymoronic view surprised me. I held him in my arms in an attempt to shield him from the cruel morality of the world. As he cried on my shoulder, I could feel my own heart grow wet and warm from his tears.
Next I saw him, his eyes were red and puffy, testimony to the moment we shared together. I observed his interactions with his friends: graceful movements, a strong voice, and an emotional core. I suddenly felt grateful for the miracle that led us to be in the same class as mutual... friends. My daydreams were interrupted by the heavy steps of students and the sound of the monotone school bell.
I observed his exquisite features from the corner of my eye. I daydreamed about what kind of person he'd date. I theorized to myself, "Probably a cute, enthusiastic, extrovert. The opposite of me..." I suddenly felt a sharp twinge of pain in my chest. I ignored it and looked back at him, only to meet his deep eyes.
I could feel my cheeks bloom crimson flowers and my heart quickly becoming more erratic. I felt the eternity that was growing between us and turned away, putting my headphones on to drown out the noise of my heart.
That night I dreamed of the ethereal life I could have with him, if he loved me. I woke up to the cold sky crying on my window, and I proceeded to as well. With the presence of my sticky semen, I realized I'd fallen in love with another man.
I denied these feelings with my entire being, "It's only admiration," I ineffectively chanted to myself. It was the middle of the school year. The overnight school trip was coming up, and I was excited to uncover some new sides to him as his "buddy."
During our guided tour, I laughed with him enough to last a lifetime. In our free time, his urging hand on my wrist made my heart beat quickly enough to make my head turn fuzzy with happiness. When I slept next to him in our room, I felt his tingling breath on my neck so that I couldn't sleep from nervousness. I left the tourist resort feeling the most alive I was in a long time. I happily admitted to myself: I was in love with him, and it made my world sparkle with happiness.
It was the last month of the school year and the frantic bustling of students resolving their qualms was apparent. He and I were quietly watching this and talking about our own futures. He suddenly reminded me about how we'll be going to different high-schools. A jolt of despair ran through my body. "Different high-schools means we won't see each other anymore," I franticly concluded.
With adrenaline and fear coursing through my veins, I said the words that would make or break our relationship, "I love you." His eyes slowly drifted up to my watering ones. We stared at each other as I quickly began to panic. He then looked away with a distraught expression on his face and quietly whispered, "I'm sorry." And I ran away.
I desperately avoided him to respect his wishes and to escape further dejection. Everyday I grew more tired and unhappy without him by my side. I kept up the farce of being okay all the way until the last day: graduation.
I had let my guard down and he caught up while I was running away. He tackled me down and pinned me to the floor of an obscure corner. With a flushed face he told me the words I'd feared the most, "I'm sorry." But he then followed it up with, "I'm sorry I didn't realize earlier, that I didn't say it earlier... I'm happy, that you liked me so much. I'm sorry, but thank you." I silently cried with a smile, content with the thought that he acknowledged my feelings and the new prospects I'd find in high school."
Nice :) I'd prefer the happy ending but not everything goes as planned so bad end it is.
Good luck!
I’d fallen in a deep and dark hole, and I’d feared I’d never see the light again. Suddenly, a firm, tanned, outstretched hand appeared: my Savior. Gladly, with a tear in my eye, I held onto that warm and supple hand which hoisted me up from the realm of the underworld to, once more, view the heavenly realm of mortals. Apparently, I had been gone for ages but none had noticed but him. With a skip in my voice, I heartily thanked him with a fortunate smile. He returned it with his own mouthful of delicate pearls and tinted red lips that could rival the beauty of Aphrodite. This made me grow warm in my cheeks with admiration of his handsome beauty.
On another day, I talked to him, unable to keep my mind off his beautiful smile. He was a baseball player, the ace of his team (which explains how he picked me up so easily). He was an educated young man, full of curiosity and intellect. He was kind and thoughtful towards his classmates and was a respectable young man in the eyes of his teachers. He was a beautiful being, graced by the gods with his eternal youthfulness and exquisite beauty. A person thought to only exist in fiction, the perfect man. But I talked to him. I asked for his name. A name that I thoughtfully tasted with the tip of my tongue and spilled from my lips like the wine of Dionysus.
I was casually invited to his next game, which I gleefully accepted. On the directed date, I awkwardly walked to the faded bleachers and watched as the stands fill with avid fans, many of which were girls. Despite my out of placeness, I was able to become one with the crowd, cheering, and suspenseful, and all. In the end we lost, but he was smiling saying, “It’s alright. We did our best,” with the most beautiful, mournful smile I’d ever seen in my life. A bit afterwards, I cautiously walked up to him to try to comfort him. And he started to cry, with small diamonds falling from his gorgeous eyes. I was in awe, how could a person be this beautiful while so distraught? I held him in my arms to try to shield this god-like being from the mortality of the world.
The next time I saw him, his eyes were red and puffy, testimony to the moment we had together. I watched him interact with his friends, with graceful movements and a laugh like the ringing of church bells. I thought about the time we shared, and how he was a dazzling being in the dull, grey world who’d been dyed with the joyous, calm domesticity of daily life. With this I found him unbelievably amazing with many moments where he was delightfully endearing. I was snapped back to reality with the sound of the monotone school bell.
He suddenly sauntered past me, allowing me to take a whiff of his musky cologne. At my distant seat, I discreetly glance at him in the corner of my eye. Slowly, I trace his features with my lowered eyes: his chiseled jawline, his short silky hair, his bright eyes, his soft smile... I blink, realizing that there was a dull, aching thump in my chest. I ignored it and looked back at him, only to meet his deep eyes.
I couldn't breathe as I held his gaze in mine. I struggled to break this quiet eternity that I knew would turn into an awkward silence. I felt the thumping in my chest again but it was more vivacious this time. I could feel my cheeks grow another shade darker of crimson and another few degrees hotter every second. I was not very comfortable with this as it could only mean one thing. Had I fallen in love with him? This man? I refused to believe it. I teared my eyes from his direction and put my headphones back on to drown out the noise of my heart.
That night I had a dream. I was in bliss, holding his firm hand, kissing his soft lips, touching his supple skin, his body against mine, being loved by him with his entirety... But then I woke up to the cold, grey sky crying on my window. I looked down to prophesize my future spiraling into a pit which would be full of pain, discrimination, and eternal torment. I cried along with the sky while the sin underneath my clothes dried up. I realized that, with my transition to adulthood, I had fallen in love with another man.
Isn't supple used to describe meat usually xD "Juicy, supple, meat." Your entry looks really good though
IDK, I was thinking "softness" but I wasn't really sure what to put then I thought of soft things and eventually I got to supple. Thank you though! I really appreciate your help.
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh I see XD it does make sense now because I realized that I've heard people say describe things like breasts as supple. I dont really think I helped you but youre welcome anyway LOl
um...but will you continue or is this a oneshot???
I like your reveal at the end, and I'm impressed with your use of language. I think it be good separate the daydream from reality a bit more. For example, something as simple as making the line, "I was snapped back to reality with the sound of the monotone school bell," a whole new paragraph would be more dramatic and less confusing. Also, (I hope you don't mind me correcting grammar) in the last line of paragraph 6, "teared" should be "tore". I think it's fine to leave in "supple" because I've often heard it used to describe the muscles/skin of athletic, lithe, or graceful people and other animals. I wonder how it'll turn out for the protagonist. Will you you be writing a continuation?
I was originally planning on just a short story for the contest but since some people actual mentioned a possible continuation, I might write up one if I can figure out a good outline. So I'll announce if there will be a continuation in a few days. Thanks for all the critiques! I really appreciate it.
Thanks for your help. I do agree that my transitions are a bit lacking but I wasn't sure what to do so your advice is really helpful! Thanks again.
I really liked it good luck with the contest dude (๑•ㅂ•)و✧
Thanks!! I'm glad you liked it.
New, more complete version for the contest (good end).
It was the beginning of the end of my middle school years. However, I wasn't in a class with any of my usual friends, so I watched as my introverted self slowly became alienated from my class. But he walked up to my obscure desk and asked if we could be friends. My dull world suddenly became bright again.
We always sat together in our warm, isolated corner during our limited time for lunch. We'd talk about the mundane occurrences of our lives sprinkled with his vivacious laughs, and that was the world to me. In our breaks, we'd sit shoulder to shoulder to observe our world in quiet musical sessions between shared earbuds and the occasional brush of warm hands.
He was a baseball player, the ace of his team, and he invited me to his championship game. I arrived early and awkwardly walked to the faded bleachers to slowly watch as they were filled with avid fans, most of which were girls. Despite my feelings of alienation, I was able to enjoy the game in a way I've never experienced.
In the end we lost and he went about spilling words of consolation with the most mournful expression upon his face. After the crowds faded, I slowly approached to comfort him. He started to cry, with tears like diamonds, and this oxymoronic view surprised me. I held him in my arms in an attempt to shield him from the cruel morality of the world. As he cried on my shoulder, I could feel my own heart grow wet and warm from his tears.
Next I saw him, his eyes were red and puffy, testimony to the moment we shared together. I observed his interactions with his friends: graceful movements, a strong voice, and an emotional core. I suddenly felt grateful for the miracle that led us to be in the same class as mutual... friends. My daydreams were interrupted by the heavy steps of students and the sound of the monotone school bell.
I observed his exquisite features from the corner of my eye. I daydreamed about what kind of person he'd date. I theorized to myself, "Probably a cute, enthusiastic, extrovert. The opposite of me..." I suddenly felt a sharp twinge of pain in my chest. I ignored it and looked back at him, only to meet his deep eyes.
I could feel my cheeks bloom crimson flowers and my heart quickly becoming more erratic. I felt the eternity that was growing between us and turned away, putting my headphones on to drown out the noise of my heart.
That night I dreamed of the ethereal life I could have with him, if he loved me. I woke up to the cold sky crying on my window, and I proceeded to as well. With the presence of my sticky semen, I realized I'd fallen in love with another man.
I denied these feelings with my entire being, "It's only admiration," I ineffectively chanted to myself. It was the middle of the school year. The overnight school trip was coming up, and I was excited to uncover some new sides to him as his "buddy."
During our guided tour, I laughed with him enough to last a lifetime. In our free time, his urging hand on my wrist made my heart beat quickly enough to make my head turn fuzzy with happiness. When I slept next to him in our room, I felt his tingling breath on my neck so that I couldn't sleep from nervousness. I left the tourist resort feeling the most alive I was in a long time. I happily admitted to myself: I was in love with him, and it made my world sparkle with happiness.
It was the last month of the school year and the frantic bustling of students resolving their qualms was apparent. He and I were quietly watching this and talking about our own futures. He suddenly reminded me about how we'll be going to different high-schools. A jolt of despair ran through my body. "Different high-schools means we won't see each other anymore," I franticly concluded.
With adrenaline and fear coursing through my veins, I said the words that would make or break our relationship, "I love you." His eyes slowly drifted up to my watering ones. We stared at each other as I quickly began to panic. He then looked away with a distraught expression on his face and quietly whispered, "I'm sorry." And I ran away.
I desperately avoided him to respect his wishes and to escape further dejection. Everyday I grew more tired and unhappy without him by my side. I kept up the farce of being okay all the way until the last day: graduation.
I had let my guard down and he caught up while I was running away. He tackled me down and pinned me to the floor of an obscure corner. With a flushed face he told me the words I'd feared the most, "I'm sorry." But he then followed it up with, "I'm sorry I didn't realize earlier, that I didn't say it earlier... I-I like you too." My stunned face lifted to a teary smile. And I happily whispered, "Thank you,” before our lips joined in a kiss.
New, more complete version for the contest (bad end).
It was the beginning of the end of my middle school years. However, I wasn't in a class with any of my usual friends, so I watched as my introverted self slowly became alienated from my class. But he walked up to my obscure desk and asked if we could be friends. My dull world suddenly became bright again.
We always sat together in our warm, isolated corner during our limited time for lunch. We'd talk about the mundane occurrences of our lives sprinkled with his vivacious laughs, and that was the world to me. In our breaks, we'd sit shoulder to shoulder to observe our world in quiet musical sessions between shared earbuds and the occasional brush of warm hands.
He was a baseball player, the ace of his team, and he invited me to his championship game. I arrived early and awkwardly walked to the faded bleachers to slowly watch as they were filled with avid fans, most of which were girls. Despite my feelings of alienation, I was able to enjoy the game in a way I've never experienced.
In the end we lost and he went about spilling words of consolation with the most mournful expression upon his face. After the crowds faded, I slowly approached to comfort him. He started to cry, with tears like diamonds, and this oxymoronic view surprised me. I held him in my arms in an attempt to shield him from the cruel morality of the world. As he cried on my shoulder, I could feel my own heart grow wet and warm from his tears.
Next I saw him, his eyes were red and puffy, testimony to the moment we shared together. I observed his interactions with his friends: graceful movements, a strong voice, and an emotional core. I suddenly felt grateful for the miracle that led us to be in the same class as mutual... friends. My daydreams were interrupted by the heavy steps of students and the sound of the monotone school bell.
I observed his exquisite features from the corner of my eye. I daydreamed about what kind of person he'd date. I theorized to myself, "Probably a cute, enthusiastic, extrovert. The opposite of me..." I suddenly felt a sharp twinge of pain in my chest. I ignored it and looked back at him, only to meet his deep eyes.
I could feel my cheeks bloom crimson flowers and my heart quickly becoming more erratic. I felt the eternity that was growing between us and turned away, putting my headphones on to drown out the noise of my heart.
That night I dreamed of the ethereal life I could have with him, if he loved me. I woke up to the cold sky crying on my window, and I proceeded to as well. With the presence of my sticky semen, I realized I'd fallen in love with another man.
I denied these feelings with my entire being, "It's only admiration," I ineffectively chanted to myself. It was the middle of the school year. The overnight school trip was coming up, and I was excited to uncover some new sides to him as his "buddy."
During our guided tour, I laughed with him enough to last a lifetime. In our free time, his urging hand on my wrist made my heart beat quickly enough to make my head turn fuzzy with happiness. When I slept next to him in our room, I felt his tingling breath on my neck so that I couldn't sleep from nervousness. I left the tourist resort feeling the most alive I was in a long time. I happily admitted to myself: I was in love with him, and it made my world sparkle with happiness.
It was the last month of the school year and the frantic bustling of students resolving their qualms was apparent. He and I were quietly watching this and talking about our own futures. He suddenly reminded me about how we'll be going to different high-schools. A jolt of despair ran through my body. "Different high-schools means we won't see each other anymore," I franticly concluded.
With adrenaline and fear coursing through my veins, I said the words that would make or break our relationship, "I love you." His eyes slowly drifted up to my watering ones. We stared at each other as I quickly began to panic. He then looked away with a distraught expression on his face and quietly whispered, "I'm sorry." And I ran away.
I desperately avoided him to respect his wishes and to escape further dejection. Everyday I grew more tired and unhappy without him by my side. I kept up the farce of being okay all the way until the last day: graduation.
I had let my guard down and he caught up while I was running away. He tackled me down and pinned me to the floor of an obscure corner. With a flushed face he told me the words I'd feared the most, "I'm sorry." But he then followed it up with, "I'm sorry I didn't realize earlier, that I didn't say it earlier... I'm happy, that you liked me so much. I'm sorry, but thank you." I silently cried with a smile, content with the thought that he acknowledged my feelings and the new prospects I'd find in high school."
All I can remember is that the seme was dating the uke and the seme was a yakuza boss but he didn't tell the uke (im not sure) but the uke was the yakuza boss of a rivaling group and he initially was dating the seme because he was tricking him but later its revealed and the seme is okay with it. Sorry, bad description.
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That's the one!!! Thank you so much!!!
You're welcome, hun. It's super funny. The Dad! The Dad!
Yaoi with casual, younger uke and rich, older seme. Thanks in advance!
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Thanks! This is the good stuff ლ(´ڡ`ლ)
It was a short oneshot and probably was part of an anthology. Seme was like the personification of a crepe and "ukes" were like the toppings. Real uke was the cream. Thanks in advance.
That was fast. Thank you!!!
No problem ^^ I've heard that ducks aren't that nice, they're pathological rapists and their genitals aro so weird (⊙…⊙ )
Its a yaoi with the uke afraid of phone calls. That's all I really remember.
Yes!!!!!! Thank you so much!!!!ヾ(☆▽☆)
np ^^
it was a weird story told in the perspective of an "npc" who's job was to rape ukes to bring couples together.
Here you go (⌒▽⌒) http://www.mangago.me/read-manga/mobu_oji_san_demo_koi_ga_shitai/
thanks!
You're welcome