[drabble] heart breaker's smile
Really random little drabble featuring Yamada, Yuto, and an unnamed girl. You can probably guess who I had in mind but feel free to imagine whoever you want. Warning: There's no fluff under this cut :|
heart breaker’s smile// surprise
Yamada wishes he knew how to heal broken hearts.
Not his own, of course- he doesn’t get broken hearts. Or, knock on wood, he hasn’t, not yet at least. But his best friend, the guy he’s practically grown up with and stuck with for the past five years, he’s sensitive. He’s as quick to cry as he is to love, and he’s just honest enough to get his heart broken at the bat of long, fluttery eyelashes. He wishes he knew how to heal broken hearts, because this is one heart that should never, ever be broken.
“It’s just a crush,” he says, “You’ll get over her.” He knows it's useless, though- he can’t convince a boy, who will waste his free hours watching shows he doesn’t even like just to catch a glimpse of her face, that he’s not in love. Not when he doesn’t believe it himself.
The wistfulness in his eyes, the helplessness and defeat, is enough to break a heart, Yamada thinks (she should see this, no one would be able to like themselves after putting this look on his face). “I know,” he says quietly, trying to convince himself and convince Yamada that everything would be okay. But mostly himself- if he said it was okay it would have to be okay, and then it won’t hurt. “It doesn’t matter.”
They watch her from the balcony, and Yamada, for a moment, can see why his friend might be in love. She is pretty and cute and armed with that smile that all girls seem to have, that smile that ensnares hearts and then breaks them without ever knowing it. She's sweet and means no harm, but Yamada wishes he could hate her. Yamada feels bad to see him sigh over her, to watch him watch her knowing he’s dreaming of dreams that will never come true. He feels bad and he has no clue what to do to help- he doesn’t know how to heal broken hearts.
“You’d never be able to date her, anyway.” The fault is realized immediately, and before he can get out because of school, and work, they won’t allow it sadness and hurt are in his face, and heavy, unwilling recognition.
He smiles with loneliness in his eyes. “I know. You’re the one she likes, after all.”
One day, he’ll tell him, “I don’t try to take everything from you.” One day, when he thinks Yuto will believe it.
heart breaker’s smile// surprise
Yamada wishes he knew how to heal broken hearts.
Not his own, of course- he doesn’t get broken hearts. Or, knock on wood, he hasn’t, not yet at least. But his best friend, the guy he’s practically grown up with and stuck with for the past five years, he’s sensitive. He’s as quick to cry as he is to love, and he’s just honest enough to get his heart broken at the bat of long, fluttery eyelashes. He wishes he knew how to heal broken hearts, because this is one heart that should never, ever be broken.
“It’s just a crush,” he says, “You’ll get over her.” He knows it's useless, though- he can’t convince a boy, who will waste his free hours watching shows he doesn’t even like just to catch a glimpse of her face, that he’s not in love. Not when he doesn’t believe it himself.
The wistfulness in his eyes, the helplessness and defeat, is enough to break a heart, Yamada thinks (she should see this, no one would be able to like themselves after putting this look on his face). “I know,” he says quietly, trying to convince himself and convince Yamada that everything would be okay. But mostly himself- if he said it was okay it would have to be okay, and then it won’t hurt. “It doesn’t matter.”
They watch her from the balcony, and Yamada, for a moment, can see why his friend might be in love. She is pretty and cute and armed with that smile that all girls seem to have, that smile that ensnares hearts and then breaks them without ever knowing it. She's sweet and means no harm, but Yamada wishes he could hate her. Yamada feels bad to see him sigh over her, to watch him watch her knowing he’s dreaming of dreams that will never come true. He feels bad and he has no clue what to do to help- he doesn’t know how to heal broken hearts.
“You’d never be able to date her, anyway.” The fault is realized immediately, and before he can get out because of school, and work, they won’t allow it sadness and hurt are in his face, and heavy, unwilling recognition.
He smiles with loneliness in his eyes. “I know. You’re the one she likes, after all.”
One day, he’ll tell him, “I don’t try to take everything from you.” One day, when he thinks Yuto will believe it.