[FREE!] facebook meme [in progress...]
Fandom: Free!
Pairing: Haruka/Nagisa
Genere: il fluff più becero e inutile XDDD
Avvertimenti: future!fic, h/c, in inglese
Parole: 916 (QUASI MILLE!!! DOPO QUATTRO MESI!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)
Note: Perché ho postato un memino su facebook, così, per provare a vedere se ero ancora capace di scrivere qualche cosina... magari cose lunghe ancora no, ma con robine piccole ce la faccio ancora <3
He should be the one to take care of Nagisa. Of course, it's not like anyone ever said it, it's not like Haruka ever bothered to voice the incredible need that would clench around his heart whenever Nagisa was sad, or hurt, or upset. The need he'd always felt to just go and punch in the face of whatever stole Nagisa's smile.
But still... he's the older one. He's the one who always looked out for Nagisa. He's the one who always stepped in front of anything upsetting to protect Nagisa from it.
Maybe because there are few things in his life that can make his heart really jump, and one of them is Nagisa's happy chirp, warm smile, soft touch. The little pecks lingering on his lips, the little giggles coming after, the light blush always spreading on Nagisa's cheeks whenever they're alone and their lips mold together.
He should be the one to protect those parts of Nagisa.
So why is he sitting at their table and pouting, really beyond the level of upset that should be acceptable just because they had a fight, and why Nagisa is sitting by him and petting him like he was a child, or more on point like they didn't just yell at each other...? It sounds wrong. And the fight was really about something stupid, but "I'm tired of you" really sounded a hundred times more cruel than it usually would, on Nagisa's lips.
"I'm sorry," his boyfriend hums, petting his hair. "I shouldn't have said that. I don't really think it, Haru-chan."
Haruka just lets out a hum, finally looking at him and holding himself back from saying something really pathetic like 'really? Really really?' because let's face it: that's not his style at all; that's more Nagisa's thing. But it's like he said it anyway, when Nagisa's lips curve in a soft relieved smile, and his fingertips begin rubbing gently on Haruka's scalp, and a familiar feeling of heavenly relaxation dawns on him.
"You're my big kitty cat, aren't you?" Nagisa coos, jokingly, before leaning over and pressing a kiss on Haruka's forehead.
He's still angry, he still has a lot to discuss, but he closes his eyes as he focuses on the lingering sensation of his boyfriend's warm lips on his forehead. He's always the one spoiling Nagisa, and always the one hugging and petting him. He barely ever let himself be held and be pampered - he never liked the feeling, besides, Makoto did that for almost two decades and now it feels childish - but there is no denying that Nagisa's fingers running lightly through the strands of his raven hair, speaking softly, dropping little kisses on his head... it just feels too good to resist, despite his little half-protesting grunts.
Nagisa moves a little bit closer with his chair and wraps an arm around him, rocking a little and nuzzling his forehead against Haruka's own.
"Are we cool?" He asks after a minute or two of relentless cuddles, when Haruka's breath slows down and his expression looks less tense.
"Not really," Haruka insists, but he notices the way Nagisa's lips purse. It's a stupid argument, and they can settle it by managing their daily activities better, after work. It's nothing that can't be fixed, so finally he sighs, going back on his word with a little nod.
"Okay, fine. Let's get the damn dog."
Nagisa's yip almost startles him, as the small blond man jumps up and starts hopping on the spot like he just reverted to the little kid he was in elementary school, and hugs Haruka, his eyes glittering and filled up with glee.
"Thank you! I already read up on stuff on how to take care of a puppy, and I looked up all the stuff we need, and I'm ready to go to the shelter!" Nagisa chirps all hyper and still bouncing on his toes, representing the perfect image of excitement.
Haruka sighs, already regretting it a bit, but after all he knew from the start that he was most likely going to give in. He can't help it, he never could, and that's his soft spot. Nagisa really became an expert in using his own irresistible cuteness.
"Okay," he says, "but we're not going now."
He immediately leans on the table and anchors himself to it while avoiding Nagisa's eyes. But preparing himself against persuasion is not necessary. Nagisa sits back down next to him, nuzzling into him until Haru wraps his arms around his small lover.
"Thank you, Haru-chan," Nagisa hums soft and quiet, and a little tear forms at the corner of his eye while he carves a space for himself against Haruka's chest, as usual. "I've always wanted a pet... but my parents never let me..."
Haru sighs, now rubbing his back. He remembers why he's always the one petting and spoiling Nagisa: he's warm, and soft, and his voice feels always so soothing against Haruka's chest.
"I know," Haru says, and then looks down with a little frown, a suddenly worried one now. Nagisa looks up to him again, inspecting his expression, and then he shakes a little with a soft chuckle.
"I won't neglect you for the dog," he says in a reassuring tone, while poking Haruka's chest playfully.
"I didn't say anything," Haruka protests quickly, with his expression hardening a little and a blush spreading easy on his cheeks, but Nagisa gives him another warm, knowing smile. Okay, fine. Touché.