[Incomplete] Untitled - G [Akira/Shuji]
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tinyangl, 447 words
Kiritani Shuji/Kusano Akira
A/N: Originally posted here.
There are many times when Shuji wonders how he's gotten himself into this situation. And there are many times when he's wondered how to get himself out. And then there are also another equal amount of time where he thinks about how he can stay in these moments - moments that were filled with fun, joy, being alive. And he thinks that last one is a sensation that he wants to keep for all of time, if only to ensure that these two people who have wormed their way into his heart would stay with him forever.
But he knows it's not possible. Akira's leaving for America, to study business (a choice he had made on his own) and Nobuta's going away to college, as is Shuji, but to separate colleges entirely and on different sides of Japan. Shuji knew this moment would come by at some point, where they'd really separate and the distance would just be too much to keep in touch as well as they had throughout the rest of the years of high school.
They're lying on their backs on Shuji's bed, smushed together as they try to fit on the medium sized bed. Shuji wonders why they never stay at Akira who, now in his father's good graces, has been able to live only a "little" better (which is what Akira says but Shuji thinks that getting an entire hotel floor all to himself was a lot more than a "little"). But then Akira pouts at him and argues that there's really a lot less to do on such a big bed and really, what's personal space among friends. (Shuji rolls his eyes in response, but never can find a retort against it.)
"It'll change," Shuji says simply, his right arm behind his bed as he stared at his ceiling and his left hand had somehow found Nobuta's (who was lying beside him) and was tracing invisible and random patterns against her palm.
"Ehhhh?!" he hears Akira squawk from the other end of the bed. There's shifting on the bed that Shuji attributes to Akira turning to look at him, but he doesn't move to see what exactly was going on. "Shuuujiiiiii~" Akira whines, sounding strangely clearer and a quick glance through his peripheral vision shows that Akira had turned on his right side, leaning his elbow against the bed and his head propped firmly by his hand. "Nothing will ever change! We'll make sure of it, na?"
Shuji wants to scoff, but thinks that it's a little insensitive of him. Although on second thought, Akira has never not been able to deal with Shuji, no matter what kinda temperment the other male is in.
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tinyangl, 447 words
Kiritani Shuji/Kusano Akira
A/N: Originally posted here.
There are many times when Shuji wonders how he's gotten himself into this situation. And there are many times when he's wondered how to get himself out. And then there are also another equal amount of time where he thinks about how he can stay in these moments - moments that were filled with fun, joy, being alive. And he thinks that last one is a sensation that he wants to keep for all of time, if only to ensure that these two people who have wormed their way into his heart would stay with him forever.
But he knows it's not possible. Akira's leaving for America, to study business (a choice he had made on his own) and Nobuta's going away to college, as is Shuji, but to separate colleges entirely and on different sides of Japan. Shuji knew this moment would come by at some point, where they'd really separate and the distance would just be too much to keep in touch as well as they had throughout the rest of the years of high school.
They're lying on their backs on Shuji's bed, smushed together as they try to fit on the medium sized bed. Shuji wonders why they never stay at Akira who, now in his father's good graces, has been able to live only a "little" better (which is what Akira says but Shuji thinks that getting an entire hotel floor all to himself was a lot more than a "little"). But then Akira pouts at him and argues that there's really a lot less to do on such a big bed and really, what's personal space among friends. (Shuji rolls his eyes in response, but never can find a retort against it.)
"It'll change," Shuji says simply, his right arm behind his bed as he stared at his ceiling and his left hand had somehow found Nobuta's (who was lying beside him) and was tracing invisible and random patterns against her palm.
"Ehhhh?!" he hears Akira squawk from the other end of the bed. There's shifting on the bed that Shuji attributes to Akira turning to look at him, but he doesn't move to see what exactly was going on. "Shuuujiiiiii~" Akira whines, sounding strangely clearer and a quick glance through his peripheral vision shows that Akira had turned on his right side, leaning his elbow against the bed and his head propped firmly by his hand. "Nothing will ever change! We'll make sure of it, na?"
Shuji wants to scoff, but thinks that it's a little insensitive of him. Although on second thought, Akira has never not been able to deal with Shuji, no matter what kinda temperment the other male is in.
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