insomnia
fandom: hey! say! jump
pair: yamada ryosuke x shida mirai
rating: g
summary: Can you be that someone I call at four in the morning after I wake up from a bad dream?
wordcount: 301
note: HAHA HI GUYS, I CAME BACK??? Don't get used to it. This was (and is) for boukenrider, I wrote it last year (or was it the year before that? Goodness knows) and never posted OR showed it to her. Figures though -- it's kind of badly written. I HAVEN'T EVEN WATCHED SHIDA MIRAI EVER BEFORE OK
They get paired up for the English project, the one where Minami-sensei gives them a word and they write a paragraph on it.
“Nai-toe-mare,” Shida pronounces slowly, reading off their slip of paper. “That’s ‘bad dream’, isn’t it?”
Yamada hums thoughtfully, and turns his gaze out of the window. It’s three o’clock, and the sun throws warm panes of light across their desks. “A bad dream, huh.”
“Mm,” Shida says, crinkling the paper between her fingers. “Have you had any recently, Yamada-kun?”
“Nah,” he replies, voice distant. “I’ve been too tired to have a proper one.”
Shida follows his gaze to the blue sky outside. Soon, the shadows will lengthen. Tomorrow will become today, today becomes yesterday, and both of them will leave another day behind. They get older.
“I think the worst part of it is the waking up,” she says, perhaps to get a move on, perhaps to break the silence. “When you get up and everything’s dark, and you can’t decide whether you’re still asleep or awake and everything’s so. So.” She pauses, searching for a word.
“Lonely?” Yamada offers, and she claps her hands together.
“That’s it,” she says. She searches his face, but finds nothing. “That’s when I wish there was someone around. Someone to remind me I was awake.”
Yamada smiles, and it is like an answer to a question. He reaches out to take the slip of paper, but doesn’t pull it away. His fingers remain by hers, a faint warmth.
“You’ll do that for me, won’t you?” he asks, eyes on the paper, nightmare penciled across. “You’ll be that person I wake up to?”
Shida turns away to hide the heat on her face. “I’m not staying up till 4am for you,” she snaps, and Yamada laughs like he knows that she’s lying.
pair: yamada ryosuke x shida mirai
rating: g
summary: Can you be that someone I call at four in the morning after I wake up from a bad dream?
wordcount: 301
note: HAHA HI GUYS, I CAME BACK??? Don't get used to it. This was (and is) for boukenrider, I wrote it last year (or was it the year before that? Goodness knows) and never posted OR showed it to her. Figures though -- it's kind of badly written. I HAVEN'T EVEN WATCHED SHIDA MIRAI EVER BEFORE OK
They get paired up for the English project, the one where Minami-sensei gives them a word and they write a paragraph on it.
“Nai-toe-mare,” Shida pronounces slowly, reading off their slip of paper. “That’s ‘bad dream’, isn’t it?”
Yamada hums thoughtfully, and turns his gaze out of the window. It’s three o’clock, and the sun throws warm panes of light across their desks. “A bad dream, huh.”
“Mm,” Shida says, crinkling the paper between her fingers. “Have you had any recently, Yamada-kun?”
“Nah,” he replies, voice distant. “I’ve been too tired to have a proper one.”
Shida follows his gaze to the blue sky outside. Soon, the shadows will lengthen. Tomorrow will become today, today becomes yesterday, and both of them will leave another day behind. They get older.
“I think the worst part of it is the waking up,” she says, perhaps to get a move on, perhaps to break the silence. “When you get up and everything’s dark, and you can’t decide whether you’re still asleep or awake and everything’s so. So.” She pauses, searching for a word.
“Lonely?” Yamada offers, and she claps her hands together.
“That’s it,” she says. She searches his face, but finds nothing. “That’s when I wish there was someone around. Someone to remind me I was awake.”
Yamada smiles, and it is like an answer to a question. He reaches out to take the slip of paper, but doesn’t pull it away. His fingers remain by hers, a faint warmth.
“You’ll do that for me, won’t you?” he asks, eyes on the paper, nightmare penciled across. “You’ll be that person I wake up to?”
Shida turns away to hide the heat on her face. “I’m not staying up till 4am for you,” she snaps, and Yamada laughs like he knows that she’s lying.