'sup nip
hi i've been bullied into first posting. :/
so welcome to nip, aka never-in-progress; aka nip-tuck (as in it needs a facelift!); as in "should have nipped it in the bud." or something. i have nothing to do with this community. no, really. :/
i. Between them it's never been a problem of not knowing enough; possibly it's always been the opposite. Knowing too much. It was hard not to when they were such polar opposites. Antithesis.
"Stupid," he says later, pressing a cold drink against Kouta's cheek. Kouta winces at the pressure on his slowly bruising skin, glances up warily from where he's sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. Minoru is looking straight ahead.
"Maybe," Kouta says, reaches a hand up to the can but doesn't take it. Minoru doesn't let go.
They stay until long after the sun sets, and if their fingertips brush softly against each other, neither of them says a word about it.
"Stupid," Minoru whispers harshly, out of breath and leaning against the archway of the door for support. Kouta starts, surprised, turns his head as best he can without aggravating his injuries.
"Maybe."
Minoru looks up with furrowed eyebrows and he looks furious, worried, tired. He stumbles into the room finally and collapses onto the chair next to the bed. He sucks in a sharp, shuddering breath and stares at the floor, hands clenched tightly over his lap. "You're so stupid."
"I know." Kouta smiles slightly.
so welcome to nip, aka never-in-progress; aka nip-tuck (as in it needs a facelift!); as in "should have nipped it in the bud." or something. i have nothing to do with this community. no, really. :/
i. Between them it's never been a problem of not knowing enough; possibly it's always been the opposite. Knowing too much. It was hard not to when they were such polar opposites. Antithesis.
"Stupid," he says later, pressing a cold drink against Kouta's cheek. Kouta winces at the pressure on his slowly bruising skin, glances up warily from where he's sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. Minoru is looking straight ahead.
"Maybe," Kouta says, reaches a hand up to the can but doesn't take it. Minoru doesn't let go.
They stay until long after the sun sets, and if their fingertips brush softly against each other, neither of them says a word about it.
"Stupid," Minoru whispers harshly, out of breath and leaning against the archway of the door for support. Kouta starts, surprised, turns his head as best he can without aggravating his injuries.
"Maybe."
Minoru looks up with furrowed eyebrows and he looks furious, worried, tired. He stumbles into the room finally and collapses onto the chair next to the bed. He sucks in a sharp, shuddering breath and stares at the floor, hands clenched tightly over his lap. "You're so stupid."
"I know." Kouta smiles slightly.