Aijou flushed as he sat there, he didn't look up for fear of seeing the male was still naked. Instead he kept his head down and held as still as he could. He wasn't sure if Akira had heard him. And he'd rather have it not be that. It was embarrassing enough to have walked in on the male giving him food and something to wear. It was hell to have him know that it flustered you.

When he commented on thinking that Aijou would take a while, so he'd went to change. Aijou was tempted to explain that he'd finished and come to check on him. But stopped himself. Should he say he saw him changing? would the guy be angered and kick him out?

biting onto his lower lip Aijou kept his mouth shut as he stared at the guys feet. Waiting for him to either brush off this awkwardness and move into the kitchen again or figure out what it was that had happened just moments before. Whatever would happen, Aijou wasn't completely sure he could truely face Akira.

When Akira said something about being intelligent and mannered, Aijou snapped his head up, looking at the other confused. "i-its fine, it wasn't that long of a wait." he said gazed at the hand. Flushing again he almost took the males hand before pulling his own back and standing up again, still unable to bring himself to willingly touch the guy. (it didn't help that when he reached for the guys hand, he pictured him being naked.) "L..lets go" he said as he began to walk down the hall, still numbly embarrassed.

Akira hadn't a clue as to why Aijou was acting so strangely. "Perhaps, the lad's just shy to begin with, and, being in a complete stranger's house is making him even more so", the man thought, as he followed Aijou back to the kitchen. Had he discovered the real reason he'd surely be just as embarassed as the boy was, perhaps even more ebmarassed.

They entered the kitchen, and Aijou went back to his seat, quietly staring at the plate Akira had placed some tasty looking sandwiches on before he went to change.

"What's wrong?" the man asked, as he sat at the table, noticing Aijou wasn't touching his food. "I could hear your tummy rumbling when you went to the bathroom. Aren't you hungry?"

Aijou flushed as he looked up, "W-well...I...sorry" he said reaching for the food and taking a small bite. It did taste really good. He couldn't deny that it did make him feel loads better to have something in his stomach. His gaze still pointed downwards as he ate...

He just couldn't figure out what to do now, should he tell the male what he saw? Maybe just try and forget about it? Even though it was still clearly on his mind..."A..kira.." he said breaking the others name up, "I..Is it okay if I stay here?" he asked looking up. He would forget the changing scene and move on. Thats what he'd do.

Sure...But you honestly just like him is all. Our little bud is falling in love...Don't listen to them, there morons. This is a good thing, you should fall for him...you should be happy. Aijou blushed lightly as he waited for a reply, embarrassed by what the voices in his head were saying.

The man blushed slightly as their eyes met. Aijou had called him by his name, for the very first time. Furthermore, he'd asked him if he could stay. It appeared that the boy was beginning to have more faith in him, and that's just what Akira wanted. He'd made it his personal responsability to restore Aijou's trust in people, and in himself.

The boy had touched him deep inside, without him realising it. He had no idea what he was feeling, because he'd never experienced such a powerful emotion before. Akira raised his left hand, and placed it on his chest, feeling his heart beat faster and faster, as that mysterious, but wonderful emotion bloomed inside of him, like a beautiful flower, opening itsself to the entire world, and embracing it, all at once...

The man suddenly felt the urge to cry, but not because he was sad. Akira wanted to cry, because the wall that separated Aijou from him had begun to breach. He forced himself not to burst into tears, and smiled, touching Aijou's soft hair once again.

"Of course, he whispered, as his voice was trembling. And, thank you, Aijou.... Now... eat some more. You must be starving. Then, we'll have us a nice rest, and we'll talk about what comes next..."

Aijou blushed lightly as he glanced up at the other male. He wasn't sure if he would be able to stay the night or not, it seemed as though Akira was a bit over taken by this sudden question, and spent a moment thinking something over before finally giving Aijou his reply. "O..okay" he said as he began to eat. His bites were slow and steady, wanting to make the most out of what he had. If he'd not have asked for so much already, Aijou might not feel so awkward. Reaching over for the drink that had been poured, he began to slip it slightly, hoping nothing would go amiss while he slept.

Its great that we have a bed and all...but You might not be up for it just yet. Slow and steady wins the race. What would happen if 'he' came out and there was some stranger around and you were in said males house? Jim began. We'll just have to keep watch and make sure nothing goes to wrong. If anything We might be able to chill him out. He's a child like Aijou, only....more hardened. You could say he's the real Aijou...Kinda is. All the anger. Grim muttered into the conversation. Well, he was there first, Aijou and him are two of one, like we all are. Only there more connected, only one can have presence. If Aijou's awake, he's asleep, if he's awake, Aijou's asleep. Though some times he stays asleep, if Aijou's body isn't completely rested right. Can't take control of a dead tired body. Kreg sighed.

Aijou ignored most of what they said, simple because he'd never met this other side they often talked about. He wasn't sure if it was there or not. Maybe it was just himself, only not..Thats what it sounded like when they talked about him at least. He wondered if he should maybe set up a way to keep himself safe from this guy that was giving him food and shelter, as to keep them both safe....Sure Aijou was staying in his house and eating his food, but he still didn't completely trust the guy.

"You can use my bed" Akira offered, as he took a sandwich out of his own plate. I'll sleep on the living room sofa, so you don't have to worry. By the way, how old are you, Aijou, if you don't mind me asking?"...

Aijou blinked a few times as he glanced up. "I-i couldn't impose like that" he stuttered. Shaking his head. "I c-can sleep on the couch." he muttered a bit embarrassed. As for the other question, he just kept silent. To be honest, Aijou wasn't totally sure how old he was..just a rough idea.

"Please", Akira kindly insisted. "I want you to be well rested. The couch is big enough for me, and that's the end of that... Now, how old are you?"

Aijou blinked a few times before giving a light nod, setting the food down, "i'm not sure" he said in a smaller tone.

"Please" Akira asked, as he leaned across the table, to touch the boy's arm. "You don't have to be afraid. I promise I'm not going to harm you in any way..."