Yamada x Nakajima - Out Are The Lights - [2/?]
Title: Out Are The Lights
Author: BG
Pairing: Yamada Ryosuke x Nakajima Yuto
Ratings: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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It was all my own fault really. I hadn’t been watching where I was going, my thought process not extending past the obligatory, ‘I’m so late!’. I rounded the corner, my shoulders squared, ready to take on the whole world and promptly smacked into a solid wall. A solid wall of flesh. A solid wall of moving, breathing, living flesh.
My breath escaped in one long hiss. My book bag was flung from my shoulder as I fell forward; the contents of it spilling over the cool white corridor floor. My phone bounced from where I had it hastily shoved in my jacket pocked, landing in three pieces about five feet away.
I flushed in embarrassment. I gasped for air, sucking in deep breaths as I tried desperately to refill my lungs. Breathing is not optional.
Suddenly I became aware of the noises around me. I could hear the final warning bell toll and I realized that I was now most definitely late. I could hear the sounds of chairs scrapping and the low murmurs of greetings as the lessons in the surrounding class rooms were brought to order.
I gasped out an apology and struggled to gather my things. My phone was gathered, the pieces picked up by slender fingers and held out to me on a delicate looking palm. I reached for them, my eyes flicking up to meet his eyes. I promptly dropped the phone again. He smiled at me.
I had been lost before, completely bewitched, but now after looking him in the eyes, after meeting him face to face I realized that all those promises I had made about giving up on him were lies. All of them lies. There was not one grain of truth in any of them.
I scrambled for the pieces of my phone, shoved my things haphazardly into my bag and picked myself up off the floor. His legs unfolded as he stood with me. I stared at them transfixed. They went on for miles. I could feel him looking at me and I glanced up at him again. His lips were quirked in a half smile. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear my heart as it beat erratically against my ribcage.
I stood there like an incomprehensible fool, watched as his expression went from mirth to something akin to concern. I still hadn’t moved. I seemed to be quite incapable.
My brain was very slowly processing the last few minutes.
I was at school. I had been running late. I ran into someone. I dropped my things. He helped me gather them. He was standing across from me; across from me in the hallway. At school. At my school.
I looked at him again, dragged my gaze down the length of his body. He was wearing my uniform. Well not my uniform but one just like it. It was as if he was a student here. At school. At this school. At my school. Impossible.
“Hi, I’m Nakajima Yuuto.”
I did an award winning impression of a goldfish. I just stood there, gaping at him, like a freaking idiot.
“Uh…. Are you ok? Maybe you hit your head when we ran into each other.”
“Fine,” I cleared my throat, “I mean, I’m fine.”
He didn’t seemed all that convinces.
“Sorry about that by the way. I was in a hurry.”
My words suddenly dawned on me.
“Oh My God!”
He jumped.
“Sorry. Again. I’m so late!”
I turned to go but jerked to a stop as his hand closed over my wrist. My first thought was, ‘Oh my fucking God! He is touching me! He’s touching me!!’. It was however closely followed by a flashback. I saw a scene very much like this one before but it had been his wrist encircled as he was led away.
“Please wait.”
My breath hitched and I turned to look at him over my shoulder. My fringe fell into my eyes, reminding me that I still hadn’t cut it.
“I’m a transfer and I thought this was the way to the registry but I seemed to be lost. Could you at least point me in the right direction?”
He smiled at me. His lips curled in a mixture of hesitant hopefulness and honestly genuine. I started at those lips for a fraction longer than I probably should have before I forced myself to look away. I turned about face and with his fingers still tight on my wrist I made my way down the hall. He stumbled on his awkward footing before he caught up to me.
“Thank you.”
I smiled. He dropped his hand as if he hand only just realized he had still been holding it. I was a little disappointed but his answering smile soon made me forget pretty much everything else.
“I’m Yamada Ryosuke.”
He grinned at me and I forced myself to look away, fighting down the rosy hue that threatened to spill over my cheeks and give me away.
AN: Meh...Probably lots of typos. I tried to catch them. Sorry in advance.
Author: BG
Pairing: Yamada Ryosuke x Nakajima Yuto
Ratings: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
archive
1
It was all my own fault really. I hadn’t been watching where I was going, my thought process not extending past the obligatory, ‘I’m so late!’. I rounded the corner, my shoulders squared, ready to take on the whole world and promptly smacked into a solid wall. A solid wall of flesh. A solid wall of moving, breathing, living flesh.
My breath escaped in one long hiss. My book bag was flung from my shoulder as I fell forward; the contents of it spilling over the cool white corridor floor. My phone bounced from where I had it hastily shoved in my jacket pocked, landing in three pieces about five feet away.
I flushed in embarrassment. I gasped for air, sucking in deep breaths as I tried desperately to refill my lungs. Breathing is not optional.
Suddenly I became aware of the noises around me. I could hear the final warning bell toll and I realized that I was now most definitely late. I could hear the sounds of chairs scrapping and the low murmurs of greetings as the lessons in the surrounding class rooms were brought to order.
I gasped out an apology and struggled to gather my things. My phone was gathered, the pieces picked up by slender fingers and held out to me on a delicate looking palm. I reached for them, my eyes flicking up to meet his eyes. I promptly dropped the phone again. He smiled at me.
I had been lost before, completely bewitched, but now after looking him in the eyes, after meeting him face to face I realized that all those promises I had made about giving up on him were lies. All of them lies. There was not one grain of truth in any of them.
I scrambled for the pieces of my phone, shoved my things haphazardly into my bag and picked myself up off the floor. His legs unfolded as he stood with me. I stared at them transfixed. They went on for miles. I could feel him looking at me and I glanced up at him again. His lips were quirked in a half smile. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear my heart as it beat erratically against my ribcage.
I stood there like an incomprehensible fool, watched as his expression went from mirth to something akin to concern. I still hadn’t moved. I seemed to be quite incapable.
My brain was very slowly processing the last few minutes.
I was at school. I had been running late. I ran into someone. I dropped my things. He helped me gather them. He was standing across from me; across from me in the hallway. At school. At my school.
I looked at him again, dragged my gaze down the length of his body. He was wearing my uniform. Well not my uniform but one just like it. It was as if he was a student here. At school. At this school. At my school. Impossible.
“Hi, I’m Nakajima Yuuto.”
I did an award winning impression of a goldfish. I just stood there, gaping at him, like a freaking idiot.
“Uh…. Are you ok? Maybe you hit your head when we ran into each other.”
“Fine,” I cleared my throat, “I mean, I’m fine.”
He didn’t seemed all that convinces.
“Sorry about that by the way. I was in a hurry.”
My words suddenly dawned on me.
“Oh My God!”
He jumped.
“Sorry. Again. I’m so late!”
I turned to go but jerked to a stop as his hand closed over my wrist. My first thought was, ‘Oh my fucking God! He is touching me! He’s touching me!!’. It was however closely followed by a flashback. I saw a scene very much like this one before but it had been his wrist encircled as he was led away.
“Please wait.”
My breath hitched and I turned to look at him over my shoulder. My fringe fell into my eyes, reminding me that I still hadn’t cut it.
“I’m a transfer and I thought this was the way to the registry but I seemed to be lost. Could you at least point me in the right direction?”
He smiled at me. His lips curled in a mixture of hesitant hopefulness and honestly genuine. I started at those lips for a fraction longer than I probably should have before I forced myself to look away. I turned about face and with his fingers still tight on my wrist I made my way down the hall. He stumbled on his awkward footing before he caught up to me.
“Thank you.”
I smiled. He dropped his hand as if he hand only just realized he had still been holding it. I was a little disappointed but his answering smile soon made me forget pretty much everything else.
“I’m Yamada Ryosuke.”
He grinned at me and I forced myself to look away, fighting down the rosy hue that threatened to spill over my cheeks and give me away.
AN: Meh...Probably lots of typos. I tried to catch them. Sorry in advance.