Musings of a Bolster
Disclaimer: I do not own KomaHoshi (Komatta Toki ni wa Hoshi ni Kike!) or any of its characters. I only own my muse.
Warning: Shonen-ai hints. Probably misleading hints.
Pairing: Kiyomine X Shortie/Human Bolster (Takara)
Summary: Kept awake by Kiyomine's snores, Takara reflects on his life as a bolster.
It was at an ungodly hour, and for room 214, that was a good thing. The dorms were never peaceful otherwise, had it been at any other time of the day.
Takara propped a hand under his head as a pillow, staring up at the ceiling while trying to ignore the snores next to him. His other hand was unavailable at the moment, squashed underneath the hippopotamus sleeping next to him. The tingle at his fingertips pretty much made a countdown to how much longer his limb would be able to survive without blood circulation. He made no move to retract that limb, having long learnt that any struggles he made would only be futile. The dead weight was a deep sleeper, and unless he somehow rolled away in the middle of the night, there was no way Takara could budge him.
Takara turned slightly to watch the sleeping face next to him, noting each flare of Kiyomine's nostrils with every snore he made. He liked Kiyomine best when he was asleep. He was not annoying during that time, and he certainly didn't make the height difference that obvious between them, not with his arms curled around Takara's back, and his face almost touching Takara's hair.
The blond frowned slightly. Actually, Kiyomine ceased being a nuisance for quite a while already. When did it happen, the change to their relationship? When did they stop fighting...
Wait...that was never stopped, to the point that they became their dorm mates' favourite alarm clocks. Right then, to the next issue...
When did their relationship improve, in a minuscule, almost microscopic way. He recalled them fighting cats and dogs and cows and horses the first day they met during the entrance ceremony. He remembered thunder crashing and lightning flashing when they first found out they were roommates.
Now, it wasn't just a room they shared anymore. After all, just not too long after they ceased trying to kill each other, they were sleeping together. Literally, not figuratively speaking.
Don't get him wrong though. He certainly didn't have those kinds of hobby. He was just upholding his side of the bargain, one made when he was placed in a life or death situation, with limited choices, and a crook in shining armor kneeling right in front of him, his only lifeline out of the burning building. What other choice did he have, except to be said fellow's...bolster.
Kiyomine said that he was to serve as his bolster for a period of time. Takara wished he had enough sense back then to ask him to specify that. His duty felt never ending, since Kiyomine seemed to love using him as a bed-warmer...even if it was the middle of summer. The days ticked by, and Takara counted down, convincing himself each day that it would be the last of his bolster days. Sadly, he'd find himself in Kiyomine's arms that night, shattering his happy dreams of freedom. At this rate, the amount of calendars used up could be recycled and made into encyclopedias.
Takara shifted in the bed, feeling tired from the day. He remained awake though, being the type who couldn't sleep with someone snoring so near to him, even if it sounded a little soothing. It didn't help that his arm was dying.
That being said, no matter how he complained about having to be Kiyomine's bolster, he didn't actually hate it. Before the bolster arrangement was made, they had shared a bed before, when they were drunk, and when Kiyomine's cousin cuffed them together. He should consider himself to be quite practiced in the art of male-hugging already. It was embarrassing initially, but he learnt how to get used to it. Also, like he said, he did not hate it.
The clock ticked. As the hand moved to 12, Kiyomine gave a soft snort in his sleep, interrupting the rhythm in his steady snoring. Takara felt a vein pop in his head. This guy sure was relaxed, while making sure he couldn't get a wink of sleep. Reaching out with his free hand, he pinched Kiyomine's nose, grinning to himself when Kiyomine thrashed in his sleep. Served him right for being so inconsiderate.
Kiyomine's eyes flew open, revealing dark, chocolate orbs. For a while, their eyes locked. Moments later, Kiyomine's eyes narrowed, seemingly catching on as to who disturbed his sleep.
"Urm...Kiyomine...you were snoring..." Takara defended himself weakly, and the next thing he knew, a very heavy male pounced on him, biting him on the neck as a punishment.
Needless to say, he didn't get much sleep that night. Neither did the rest of the dorm, actually.
Much later, Takara was barbarically forced into becoming Kiyomine's bolster again. This time, he knew better than to resist. At least Kiyomine's hold on him was firm yet comfortable. If he struggled, he'd be treated as a non-living plushie, one without a need to breathe, as Kiyomine would squeeze him so hard, his lungs wouldn't have enough room for air.
Oh great. Kiyomine was squashing his hand again.
"Go to sleep, shortie." He could feel warm air fanning by his ear. Takara smiled inwardly as he tucked his head under Kiyomine's chin, slipping into a world of dreams filled with ferrets and collies.
End of one-shot