Reasons.
For avenue.
Inspiration.
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It didn’t matter who it was that made Uruha smile, as long as he did. There was always something so childlike and innocent in the way that his lips curved and his small teeth gleamed. Though it might not have been smile meant for him, it still didn’t fail to make Reita smile too.
Their eyes met and Uruha’s smile widened until it wasn’t a smile anymore. It was already a grin. Reita knew that look.
Almost immediately, his own smile faded and his nose wrinkled, expression one of exasperation, if not sourness. Granted, Reita wasn’t exactly gifted with a spectacular smile like Uruha. His smile looks a little bit… well, a hell lot awkward. Especially without make-up. Make-up just makes him look less of a creeperface. Sometimes he forgot that Uruha can be one shallow, appearance-basing son of a bitch.
He would’ve flipped the other off, but instead he just waved for him to come closer. “Just lemme hear your heart beat already.” Uruha, still with that teasing grin on his mouth, obliged anyway.
“You’re so adorable, I can’t help it.” A gentle laugh followed.
The heartbeat test turned into something more as Reita felt arms circling his waist and hands on lower back. His own hand took the same spot on Uruha’s back while the other remained over his heart. Eyes closing, Reita pbserved how Uruha’s heart was beating. Steady, but in strong pounds. It was beating for the fans. At that very moment, it was beating for him.
Reita felt the brush of hair on his skin and a discreet press of the lips on his cheek. “Hey, we have to go back to work now.” Uruha withdrew from the hug he initiated. Anyway, there was plenty of time for that in the privacy of their own home. On the other hand, Reita wouldn’t budge.
“What do you want now?” And yet Uruha didn’t completely step away. The other just shot him a look.
“Thirty more seconds. Don’t you know how these tests work?”
“Yeah, that would work better if you did it on my pulse,” he countered - more like teased - with added effect of his eyebrow raising. Reita looked as if he was truly just nanoseconds from flipping him off. “Alright. Dork.”
With that sweet, genuine smile Uruha topped the prolonged hug off, Reita didn’t care if it was actually at the expense of his dignity.
Inspiration.
✖
It didn’t matter who it was that made Uruha smile, as long as he did. There was always something so childlike and innocent in the way that his lips curved and his small teeth gleamed. Though it might not have been smile meant for him, it still didn’t fail to make Reita smile too.
Their eyes met and Uruha’s smile widened until it wasn’t a smile anymore. It was already a grin. Reita knew that look.
Almost immediately, his own smile faded and his nose wrinkled, expression one of exasperation, if not sourness. Granted, Reita wasn’t exactly gifted with a spectacular smile like Uruha. His smile looks a little bit… well, a hell lot awkward. Especially without make-up. Make-up just makes him look less of a creeperface. Sometimes he forgot that Uruha can be one shallow, appearance-basing son of a bitch.
He would’ve flipped the other off, but instead he just waved for him to come closer. “Just lemme hear your heart beat already.” Uruha, still with that teasing grin on his mouth, obliged anyway.
“You’re so adorable, I can’t help it.” A gentle laugh followed.
The heartbeat test turned into something more as Reita felt arms circling his waist and hands on lower back. His own hand took the same spot on Uruha’s back while the other remained over his heart. Eyes closing, Reita pbserved how Uruha’s heart was beating. Steady, but in strong pounds. It was beating for the fans. At that very moment, it was beating for him.
Reita felt the brush of hair on his skin and a discreet press of the lips on his cheek. “Hey, we have to go back to work now.” Uruha withdrew from the hug he initiated. Anyway, there was plenty of time for that in the privacy of their own home. On the other hand, Reita wouldn’t budge.
“What do you want now?” And yet Uruha didn’t completely step away. The other just shot him a look.
“Thirty more seconds. Don’t you know how these tests work?”
“Yeah, that would work better if you did it on my pulse,” he countered - more like teased - with added effect of his eyebrow raising. Reita looked as if he was truly just nanoseconds from flipping him off. “Alright. Dork.”
With that sweet, genuine smile Uruha topped the prolonged hug off, Reita didn’t care if it was actually at the expense of his dignity.