My whole face burned.

My whole body burned.

And all in one my life as I had known it was all crashing down.

I ran up the stairs and to my bedroom as fast as I could, stumbling up a couple of stairs on the way.

There was nothing wrong with what happened down there. Everything was perfect. Koushi was perfect. But if I had let him continue, I don't know if I would be able to hold myself responsible for what happened next. I was really at my breaking point for giving in and allowing my instinct to take control.

The constant imagining and secret desires for affection from the man had been bad as is, but it could have never prepared me for how I would react if something from my dreams had materialized into a real-world scenario. And all from something as little as Koushi so much as straddling my lap and giving me small kisses on my head. The cherry on top being how perfect he looked wearing my clothes.

I closed my bedroom door and softly banged my head on it a couple of times. Remembering what happened downstairs was making me go crazy.

I began to peel the tomato paste covered clothes off my body and made my way to the bathroom. I started the shower, making sure that it was set to cold water in hopes to try to distract my brain from the current situation.

I quickly took a shower, got dressed, and made my way down the stairs. In all honesty, I half expected not to see Koushi when I reached the miraculously cleaner kitchen seeing how I overreacted. But, there he was standing at the stove stirring something in a pot.

Slowly, I walked up behind him, placing my hand on the small of his back so he knew I was behind him. The slightly smaller boy hummed quietly and turned his face toward mine.

"Listen, I'm really sorry about everything tonight. I should have watched the food network instead of having you come all the way out here to see me act insane." I mumbled, hanging my head low, not daring to look at Koushi's face.

Koushi quickly dropped the wooden spoon into the bowl and suddenly turned, now facing my chest.

The slightly smaller boy raises a single hand to my hair and he gives it a soft tug, trying to put on his best attempt at an angry face. My knees almost gave in.

"I was the one who offered to come help and I'm glad I did. Nothing you can say can convince me that you have done anything wrong tonight."

"but-"

Koushi cut in, "I said no. Now, could you please stir this. I have to chop some veggies". Before I could respond, he promptly turned on his heels and skidded off to the counter where the veggies were. As I stirred the pot, I watched the man from the corner of my eye and smiled to myself.

The both of us worked in comfortable silence, minus Koushi's occasional humming and my occasional mumbling of profanities the couple times I made a mistake. Before we knew it, an hour had gone by, and, with the help of various commands Koushi dealt out to me, dinner was just about done. Tobio had made it his job to set dinner in the living room so he could watch volleyball matches while he ate.

Just as we sat down to start eating the phone began to ring, Tobio shot up from his spot on the floor and ran to go answer it. As soon as he put the phone to his ear he started screaming insults and saying things that were hardly real sentences.

Glancing over at Koushi, I explained, "He's talking to Hinata about volleyball."

"I take it that this happens a lot?"He responded with a chuckle.

"Every day. Without fail."