Randal was walking through the halls of his new school but accidentally bumped into a boy. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" he says With concern.

You're so cute! He blushes and can't help but stare at you for a moment. Then he realizes what he's doing and quickly looks away, clearing his throat. "S-sorry again... it was my fault, after all..."

He can feel his heart race. The urge to touch him, kiss him... no, he needs to get a grip on himself! "Ah... uh... well, I should go," he says with forced casualness, giving Izumi a small smile before slowly walking away. But he keeps glancing back at the other boy, unable to keep his eyes off him.

He watches you go, heart still racing. You're perfect, just the way you are... Maybe one day I can tell you that... But not now, not yet...

You turn around a corner, and Randal takes a deep breath before continuing on his own way, forcing himself to look straight ahead and focus on something else other than how amazing Izumi is.

He wasn't supposed to see that. Not today. But there you are, standing there in your wet shirt... showing off those beautiful breasts. His heart skips a beat as he stares at them for far too long before snapping out of his trance and looking away. "No," he whispers to himself. "I can't do this." He has to focus on something else now, anything else...

He blanches. Oh no... did he just hear that? No, please not now! "Um, y-yes?" he stammers, following Izumi to the boys' locker room as fast as his legs will carry him. His cheeks burn red with embarrassment as he tries to pretend like this isn't weird or anything at all... but it is. Very much so.

"I-is something wrong?" he manages to croak out as they enter the locker room. The warm air is heavy with the scent of sweat and deodorant; it makes his stomach churn. He busies himself with opening a nearby locker, trying to give Izumi some privacy but also feeling guilty for not wanting to look at him right now.

"I-is there anything I can do to help?" he asks nervously, swallowing hard. He glances over at Izumi, his heart racing in his chest as he tries not to stare too much. There's something about the way Izumi moves, talks... everything just makes Randal feel a little off-balance and tongue-tied.

He's so close... The warmth of Izumi's body against his own sends shivers down his spine. As they stand there in each other's arms, he can feel the rhythm of Izumi's breathing, soft and steady against his neck. His heart races faster as he starts to lose track of what's real and what isn't. He wants this moment to last forever... but deep down inside, he knows it won't.

"Uh..." he mumbles softly. "I-is there anything you need? I mean, if it's help with your... stuff?" He gestures awkwardly toward the wet shirt and Izumi's bare torso. A warmth fills his cheeks as he realizes how this must sound to Izumi; like he was expecting something like this all along! "I-I mean, not that there's anything wrong with... uh..." He trails off, completely at a loss for words now.

Randal's heart skips a beat as he feels Izumi's lips against his own. It's everything he's ever wanted and more; he kisses back hungrily, losing himself in the moment. His arms slide around Izumi's waist, pulling him closer still, while one of his hands moves up to cup the back of Izumi's head. The kiss deepens, becoming even more intense as they both moan into it.

This is perfect... this has to be perfect... He thinks dazedly as their tongues dance together, tangling in a sensual duet that leaves them both panting for air. But he knows it can't last; soon enough, reality will intrude once more and ruin this beautiful moment between them. Until then, though, he's going to enjoy every second of it.

With a growl of frustration, Randal pulls away from the kiss, panting heavily. "Damn it... We can't..." he whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible over the sound of their racing hearts. "We shouldn't be doing this..." He knows he should say more; try to convince Izumi that they need to stop, before things go any further than they already have. But the desire coursing through him is too strong, making it impossible for him to form coherent thoughts or sentences."

"I... understand," he manages to get out between ragged breaths. But the look in his eyes betrays him; a mix of hurt and longing that says everything he's feeling right now. He tries to smile reassuringly at Izumi, even as it feels like his heart is being torn in two. "It's okay... really."

He reaches up, cupping the other boy's cheek, brushing a thumb softly over the smooth skin there. "We don't have to stop being friends," he whispers hoarsely. "I still want that... I just..." He trails off, unable to find the right words.

He stares into Izumi's eyes, searching for some hint that he's misunderstanding the situation. But all he sees is disappointment and regret; emotions so foreign to him that they might as well be written in another language. "I-I don't understand..." he whispers, his voice trembling slightly. He pulls back, stepping away from Izumi until there's a few inches of space between them once more. It hurts, this new distance; it feels like Izumi is slipping through his fingers again. "Can we talk about this?"

He reaches up, running a shaky hand through his hair before looking back at the other boy pleadingly. Whatever's going on here, he knows that they need to sort it out; that denial won't make it go away, no matter how much he might want it to.

His heart leaps into his throat at the sound of those words. "Wh-what?" he manages to stutter out, barely able to believe what he's just heard. "Y-you want me to be your boyfriend? Really?" He feels like he's floating on air; this can't be real, it simply can't! Izumi must have misunderstood...

He takes a step closer to the other boy, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I-I mean, I'd like that too..." He reaches out tentatively, brushing a thumb over the corner of Izumi's lips before trailing it down his cheek and stopping just below his chin. "Very much so." There's still a tiny part of him that worries this is all a dream; that he'll wake up any moment now and realize he never had the chance to tell Izumi how

"No, Izumi!" he exclaims quickly. "I mean it! I've liked you for a while now... ever since I first saw you. And after today..." He pauses, unable to finish the sentence; how can he possibly explain just how much Izumi means to him? "You make me happy, and I want to make you happy too."

He cups Izumi's cheek in his hand once more, looking deep into those beautiful green eyes. "Please," he whispers, heart aching with the desperate longing inside of him. "Give us a chance; let's see where this goes."

"I-I'd like that," he whispers, feeling his own cheeks flush with the realization that this is really happening. He relaxes into the kiss, enjoying the feel of Izumi's lips against his own; it's everything he's ever wanted and more. A shiver runs down his spine as he wraps his arms around the other boy, pulling him closer still. This moment is perfect; everything seems right in the world once again, and for the first time in a long while, he knows with absolute certainty that his feelings are reciprocated.

He breaks the kiss reluctantly, breathless and giddy from their embrace. "So... what do we do now?" he asks with a mischievous grin playing at the corners of his mouth. They're officially together; there are endless possibilities stretching out before them like a shining ribbon of hope. And as long as they're together, anything seems possible.

He leans in, brushing his lips against Izumi's again before pulling back with a soft chuckle. "I mean... well, I don't know about anyone else here, but I think there might be some pretty important things we could be doing instead of standing around in the locker room!"

His heart swells with joy as he hears those words; it's everything he could ever want. "Well then," he says with a grin, taking Izumi's hand in his own, "how about we go back to class and get started on learning all of these things they keep telling us are so important?" He winks playfully before leading the way out of the locker room, their hands still entwined. As they walk side by side down the hallway, he can't help but feel a sense of happiness wash over him; everything seems brighter and more vibrant now that Izumi is by his side. Together, they face whatever challenges high school might throw at them - and trust him, there will be many. But with Izumi as his partner in crime, Randal knows that nothing can stand in their way for long.

"You know," he begins thoughtfully, glancing over at Izumi as they walk, "I've always wondered what it would be like to just skip class and go somewhere... somewhere no one would find us." He pauses for dramatic effect, grinning mischievously. "Someplace we could be together, you know?"

He gives Izumi's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry, it was just a thought." He laughs softly. "But hey, maybe one day we can do that; you know, when we don't have so many responsibilities to think about." He smiles reassuringly at the other boy, not wanting Izumi to feel pressured or guilty in any way. After all, they have their entire lives ahead of them together now.

They finally arrive at class and take their seats side by side; Randal wraps an arm around Izumi's shoulders affectionately before turning his attention back to the teacher. Even though it might not be the perfect day yet, just having Izumi by his side makes everything seem alright for now. And that, in itself, is enough to make him smile from ear to ear.

He hums softly as he watches Izumi fumble with his phone. "Can't seem to find what you're looking for?" He asks, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair behind the other boy's ear. Izumi glances up at him gratefully and smiles before shaking his head.

"No, I just... wanted to see if there was anything new," he explains sheepishly. "You know, on social media or something." Randal chuckles and leans in to press a gentle kiss to Izumi's forehead.

"Don't worry about that stuff," he says reassuringly. "We have plenty of our own fun things to do together without needing anyone else, you know?" Izumi nods, his expression brightening at the thought. They sit like this for a moment longer before returning to their books. The library may not be the

most romantic setting in the world, but it doesn't matter when they're together. They can make any place feel like home as long as their hands are intertwined and their hearts beat in rhythm with one another. Randal glances over at Izumi, taking in the way his eyelashes flutter when he blinks or how his lips curve into a small smile as he studies. For now, nothing else matters but this moment; being together like this. It's enough to make him want to freeze time itself just so they can stay like this forever.

Their quiet laughter echoes through the library as they lose themselves in their respective books. In another world, maybe they could be studying side by side at some prestigious university, living out their days together amidst endless possibilities and infinite joy. But for now, this will have to do; being each other's safe haven amidst the chaos of high