Miharu didn't want to wake up. It was peaceful and warm. Really warm.
But the sun didn't care, and soon the fourteen year-old was drifting up to consciousness again.

He shifted slightly and stretched , but stopped when he felt something next to him. There was a arm stretched across his chest. Miharu opened his eyes and turned his head to the side to find Yoite's face. The older boy was sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face.
Miharu giggled softly.

He watched as Yoite slept, not wanting to wake him. And besides, it was 6:47, still way too early to get out of bed for school.

Miharu traced imaginary shapes on Yoite's broad chest as he thought. His work with the Daya had made progress, but it wasn't going as fast as Miharu would like. But maybe it would work now that the boy knew that Yoite was intersexed... Did it even matter?
It probably did, but Miharu didn't know how. He had to find someone who knew more about hijitsu than he did.

They didn't have much time.

Miharu closed his eyes and tried to relax. He'd never figure anything out if he started panicking. But still, nothing came to mind. Who could help? Who would? Tampering with the secret arts like this must be taboo. Miharu sighed frustratedly.

'Like mother, like son.'

He felt Yoite pull him close and opened his eyes. The taller boy was awake and smiling softly at him. Miharu smiled back and pecked him on the lips.

"Goodmorning, Yoite."

"Goodmorning..." Yoite yawned. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not very long, just a few minutes." Yoite hummed in response, kissing Miharu's lips again. The younger boy chuckled softly.

"I wish I could wake up like this everyday." Yoite giggled good-naturedly. "Yeah, I'd like that too."

"Hey Yoite, if we got married, who would wear the dress?" Yoite blushed slightly, but shot back a reply quickly.
"You would, of course. You have the body for it."

"What does that mean?" Miharu asked indignantly.

"It means you're short. Petite even." Yoite was trying to stop himself from laughing at the face Miharu was making at him.

"Fine then. You'd tear a dress with those broad shoulders anyway." Suddenly Yoite's fingers were digging into Miharu's armpits, and Miharu squealed.

After an intense tickle fight, Yoite and Miharu were breathless from laughing. "Truce?" Miharu said once he had regained enough air in his lungs. "Yeah." Yoite's smile was almost radiant.

"Shit, I have to go to school today..." Yoite reluctantly released Miharu and sat up.

"You go take a shower, I'll make us breakfast." Yoite said before grabbing his crutch.

"Alright" Miharu kissed Yoite before collecting his clothes.

A revelation came to Miharu as he was scrubbing his arms with Yoite's lemon scented soap.

Tobari-sensei had helped his grandfather make the Engetsurin.

'I'm going to save my boyfriend.'

Short chapter is short... Sorry about that! Life's been extremely busy lately, so updates will probably be kind of far apart... Anyway~! Reviews please, they inspire me to make time for this story :)