[Yuto x Yamada] morpheus
Title: morpheus
Pairing: Yuto x Yamada
Rating: PG
Warnings: Bittersweet slight angst? Idek. Short.
Notes: I actually planned to make this a lot longer and continue it, but I struck a wall at one point and couldn’t figure out how to get past it. So now it’s just a cute unfinished drabble about cowardly!Yamada. And the title refers to the Greek god of dreams, n-not the drug XD
Disclaimer: Not mine
Written: May 26-May 27 2009
Yamada isn’t sure why he can’t tell Yuto how he feels. It’s not rejection that seems so scary, because even if Yuto doesn’t return the sentiments he knows Yuto, lovely and kind and sweet Yuto, would never think of hating his best friend , his Yamada. Yuto, knowing him, would probably be flattered, and then apologetic. And honestly, Yamada thinks there may be a good chance Yuto wouldn’t deny him, that Yuto would return his feelings.
But there’s still something there, something that ties his lips in stitches and seals them shut, keeps his words locked in his heart. It’s that same something that clenches tightly at his insides when he can’t call out to Yuto when the other is with Okamoto, when he can’t even pick up his phone to text a good luck on the math test today! The same thing that is making him into the World’s Most Horrible Best Friend.
All it takes is one word from him to make Yuto’s day, and he doesn’t understand why he can’t even offer that.
So Yamada compromises.
Yuto’s chest rises and falls steadily in his sleep, his face bathed in the scant slivers of moonlight peaking through Yamada’s curtain shades, and damn this boy is beautiful. Yamada doesn’t, never will, understand how no one can see it, why they always push him to the back. Yuto shines so much it hurts to look at him sometimes. But Yamada loves to look at him, to stare until he thinks Yuto’s etched in his memory forever. Yuto is so, so beautiful.
Yamada moves; the bed squeaks under their combined weight, but he pays no attention to that. Half on the sleeping boy, Yuto’s skin is warm and slightly damp against his, the warm air of spring time doing nothing to help the hot room. Yamada doesn’t touch, doesn’t do anything sweet like wiping Yuto’s bangs away or outlining the features of his face. He knows them by heart, anyway.
A whisper, unintelligible and unimportant, has Yamada holding his breath, ready to roll over should Yuto decide to wake up at this moment. But he doesn’t, and Yamada writes it off as sleep talking. Precious, cute little Yuto. Yamada sighs and smiles, tilting his head and moving his mouth to rest near Yuto’s ear. “Yuto…”
There is no answer or response, so, as soft as the wings of a butterfly, Yamada whispers, “I love you.”
Still no response.
Yamada repeats it, again and again until he grows tired with sleep. His eyes squeeze shut as he forces it out, the words he can only say to unhearing ears. And his heart feels a bit heavy, he feels a little bit worse, but at the same time a little bit better.
If he can’t make Yuto feel loved in the daylight, the least he can do is hope he can reach him in his dreams.
“Good morning, Yama-chan,” Yuto mumbles when he wakes up, voice laddened with sleepy contentness. He turns on his side to smile lazily at Yamada, who is struggling to keep his eyes open. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mm…”
Yuto grins; Yamada is so cute, half asleep and grouchy. “I was having a very nice dream… I wish it didn’t have to end. It wasn’t really a dream, though…” A slight chuckle. “It was just… a feeling. A very happy, loved feeling…”
That seems to catch Yamada’s attention, as he sits up a little, eyes half open, and squints at him. “Huh? What did you say?”
Yuto “hmms” and shakes his head. “I guess it’s nothing. It was just a nice feeling, like someone who loved me very much was next to me.”
Pairing: Yuto x Yamada
Rating: PG
Warnings: Bittersweet slight angst? Idek. Short.
Notes: I actually planned to make this a lot longer and continue it, but I struck a wall at one point and couldn’t figure out how to get past it. So now it’s just a cute unfinished drabble about cowardly!Yamada. And the title refers to the Greek god of dreams, n-not the drug XD
Disclaimer: Not mine
Written: May 26-May 27 2009
Yamada isn’t sure why he can’t tell Yuto how he feels. It’s not rejection that seems so scary, because even if Yuto doesn’t return the sentiments he knows Yuto, lovely and kind and sweet Yuto, would never think of hating his best friend , his Yamada. Yuto, knowing him, would probably be flattered, and then apologetic. And honestly, Yamada thinks there may be a good chance Yuto wouldn’t deny him, that Yuto would return his feelings.
But there’s still something there, something that ties his lips in stitches and seals them shut, keeps his words locked in his heart. It’s that same something that clenches tightly at his insides when he can’t call out to Yuto when the other is with Okamoto, when he can’t even pick up his phone to text a good luck on the math test today! The same thing that is making him into the World’s Most Horrible Best Friend.
All it takes is one word from him to make Yuto’s day, and he doesn’t understand why he can’t even offer that.
So Yamada compromises.
Yuto’s chest rises and falls steadily in his sleep, his face bathed in the scant slivers of moonlight peaking through Yamada’s curtain shades, and damn this boy is beautiful. Yamada doesn’t, never will, understand how no one can see it, why they always push him to the back. Yuto shines so much it hurts to look at him sometimes. But Yamada loves to look at him, to stare until he thinks Yuto’s etched in his memory forever. Yuto is so, so beautiful.
Yamada moves; the bed squeaks under their combined weight, but he pays no attention to that. Half on the sleeping boy, Yuto’s skin is warm and slightly damp against his, the warm air of spring time doing nothing to help the hot room. Yamada doesn’t touch, doesn’t do anything sweet like wiping Yuto’s bangs away or outlining the features of his face. He knows them by heart, anyway.
A whisper, unintelligible and unimportant, has Yamada holding his breath, ready to roll over should Yuto decide to wake up at this moment. But he doesn’t, and Yamada writes it off as sleep talking. Precious, cute little Yuto. Yamada sighs and smiles, tilting his head and moving his mouth to rest near Yuto’s ear. “Yuto…”
There is no answer or response, so, as soft as the wings of a butterfly, Yamada whispers, “I love you.”
Still no response.
Yamada repeats it, again and again until he grows tired with sleep. His eyes squeeze shut as he forces it out, the words he can only say to unhearing ears. And his heart feels a bit heavy, he feels a little bit worse, but at the same time a little bit better.
If he can’t make Yuto feel loved in the daylight, the least he can do is hope he can reach him in his dreams.
“Good morning, Yama-chan,” Yuto mumbles when he wakes up, voice laddened with sleepy contentness. He turns on his side to smile lazily at Yamada, who is struggling to keep his eyes open. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mm…”
Yuto grins; Yamada is so cute, half asleep and grouchy. “I was having a very nice dream… I wish it didn’t have to end. It wasn’t really a dream, though…” A slight chuckle. “It was just… a feeling. A very happy, loved feeling…”
That seems to catch Yamada’s attention, as he sits up a little, eyes half open, and squints at him. “Huh? What did you say?”
Yuto “hmms” and shakes his head. “I guess it’s nothing. It was just a nice feeling, like someone who loved me very much was next to me.”