And you thought you could take back your logs comm?! [closed]
Character Names: Hayato Gokudera, Ryuutaro Fukami
When: 12/9
Where: Ryuutaro's room
Summary: Even if he's gotten over the bulk of his death- some things just keep coming back to haunt him.
Rating: PG-13...ish
Warnings: Gokudera speak,teenage angst shameless fluff.
Gokudera had awoken with an abrupt start, trembling and overtaken by a cold sweat. Another nightmare... at least... he hadn't woken up screaming again, if it wasn't obvious by how Lambo was still sleeping. The teen let out a heaving sigh and rubbed his hands over his face, trying to get his heart to stop pounding. The darkness of the room was no comfort either... every minute noise made him jump with a start. He knew it was an irrational panic, the angels were gone. There was nothing here that could hurt him. But it didn't stop the panic, only made it worse.
He felt embarrassed for having to do this, but he needed to sleep. If he just tried to sit through this he would be a nervous wreck the next day. He looked over at his bedside clock... 2:13. Oh man Ryuutaro wasn't goin' to like this... but he had been sleeping better when Ryuutaro was next to him. He had been trying to break away from crashing in Ryuutaro's room... especially this week with the telepathy (didn't want him to accidentally see an embarrassing dream or one of these horrific nightmares), but for the sake of his own sanity he was going to have to go back tonight.
So he pushed himself out of bed and walked through the pitch black halls to Ryuutaro's room.... well actually he ended up nearly sprinting there. The dark halls only made his panic worse, and he kept his hands over his stomach defensively. God this was stupid... he wished this would just end already. He got to Ryuutaro's door... and froze. Would he be mad? Would he make him go back? So many anxious worries clouded him mind, but the longer he was out in the halls the worse his panic got. Sweat poured down his face, he breathing was fast and hard, he was trembling horribly, and finally the agonizing terror of being out in the halls outweighed his terror of upsetting Ryuutato. He knocked weakly on the door and waited... wearing nothing but his t-shit and boxers... in his rush to Ryuutaro's room he hadn't even bothered to put on slippers or socks.
"R-Ryuutaro?"
When: 12/9
Where: Ryuutaro's room
Summary: Even if he's gotten over the bulk of his death- some things just keep coming back to haunt him.
Rating: PG-13...ish
Warnings: Gokudera speak,teenage angst shameless fluff.
Gokudera had awoken with an abrupt start, trembling and overtaken by a cold sweat. Another nightmare... at least... he hadn't woken up screaming again, if it wasn't obvious by how Lambo was still sleeping. The teen let out a heaving sigh and rubbed his hands over his face, trying to get his heart to stop pounding. The darkness of the room was no comfort either... every minute noise made him jump with a start. He knew it was an irrational panic, the angels were gone. There was nothing here that could hurt him. But it didn't stop the panic, only made it worse.
He felt embarrassed for having to do this, but he needed to sleep. If he just tried to sit through this he would be a nervous wreck the next day. He looked over at his bedside clock... 2:13. Oh man Ryuutaro wasn't goin' to like this... but he had been sleeping better when Ryuutaro was next to him. He had been trying to break away from crashing in Ryuutaro's room... especially this week with the telepathy (didn't want him to accidentally see an embarrassing dream or one of these horrific nightmares), but for the sake of his own sanity he was going to have to go back tonight.
So he pushed himself out of bed and walked through the pitch black halls to Ryuutaro's room.... well actually he ended up nearly sprinting there. The dark halls only made his panic worse, and he kept his hands over his stomach defensively. God this was stupid... he wished this would just end already. He got to Ryuutaro's door... and froze. Would he be mad? Would he make him go back? So many anxious worries clouded him mind, but the longer he was out in the halls the worse his panic got. Sweat poured down his face, he breathing was fast and hard, he was trembling horribly, and finally the agonizing terror of being out in the halls outweighed his terror of upsetting Ryuutato. He knocked weakly on the door and waited... wearing nothing but his t-shit and boxers... in his rush to Ryuutaro's room he hadn't even bothered to put on slippers or socks.
"R-Ryuutaro?"