Illusion
Title : Illusion
Rating : T
Genre : Romance, Hurt/Comfort.
Pairing : Shiraishi x Yanagi, hints Chitose x Shiraishi and Akaya x Yanagi.
A/N : Rough draft as usual. No meaning (maybe, or maybe not).
"Yanagi-kun,"
Shiraishi touched his cheek and stare at his deep hazel eyes. He moved closer to put their lips together. Yanagi doesn’t even blink.
“Yanagi-kun.”
“What is it, Shiraishi?”
He kissed his hair. Shiraishi likes its smell - he likes Yanagi’s smell overall. He always smell nice.
Shiraishi keeps calling his name and nothing else. It felt like eternity here, with him and Yanagi alone. He doesn’t have to think about anything else - dreams, expectations, social life -
Chitose.
Shiraishi holds Yanagi tighter.
~*~
"You think of him again."
Yanagi said as he pulled out from their long, heated kiss. Shiraishi doesn’t flinch, but he found their wooden floor more interesting to look than Yanagi’s eyes. The brunette put up a bitter smile.
"I know that you prefer to be embraced rather than embracing."
Slowly, Shiraishi imagination run wild.
Dark skin.
Tall figure.
Free spirited.
Warm smile.
How he would do anything to be embraced by those wide arms.
Only that he can’t.
Yanagi’s touch wake him up to reality.
"Should I embrace you then?"
Shiraishi immediately kiss his forehead. He smiled weakly.
"That’s a good idea, but no."
He closed his eyes.
~*~
"You should go."
Yanagi said camly while drying out his hair. He smelled nice yet again, Shiraishi thinks. He put his shirt on.
"Where to?"
“Chitose’s place.”
“I can’t go to a place that doesn’t exist.”
“Then create one.”
“…Yanagi-kun,”
Shiraishi began, but he found himself stuck in words. Yanagi narrowed his eyes, looking at Shiraishi with sharp gaze.
"My place is here, not anywhere else."
“Here,” Yanagi pointed to their so called home, “Is a place you created. It had never exist before, you created it.”
“…”
“Don’t lie to yourself like I do.”
“I-“
“Don’t run away.”
Yanagi long finger met his hair. He stroke it gently, like it’s the most precious thing in the world. Shiraishi bit his own lip.
"If I go, will you stay?"
The slightly taller man laughed softly.
Rating : T
Genre : Romance, Hurt/Comfort.
Pairing : Shiraishi x Yanagi, hints Chitose x Shiraishi and Akaya x Yanagi.
A/N : Rough draft as usual. No meaning (maybe, or maybe not).
"Yanagi-kun,"
Shiraishi touched his cheek and stare at his deep hazel eyes. He moved closer to put their lips together. Yanagi doesn’t even blink.
“Yanagi-kun.”
“What is it, Shiraishi?”
He kissed his hair. Shiraishi likes its smell - he likes Yanagi’s smell overall. He always smell nice.
Shiraishi keeps calling his name and nothing else. It felt like eternity here, with him and Yanagi alone. He doesn’t have to think about anything else - dreams, expectations, social life -
Chitose.
Shiraishi holds Yanagi tighter.
~*~
"You think of him again."
Yanagi said as he pulled out from their long, heated kiss. Shiraishi doesn’t flinch, but he found their wooden floor more interesting to look than Yanagi’s eyes. The brunette put up a bitter smile.
"I know that you prefer to be embraced rather than embracing."
Slowly, Shiraishi imagination run wild.
Dark skin.
Tall figure.
Free spirited.
Warm smile.
How he would do anything to be embraced by those wide arms.
Only that he can’t.
Yanagi’s touch wake him up to reality.
"Should I embrace you then?"
Shiraishi immediately kiss his forehead. He smiled weakly.
"That’s a good idea, but no."
He closed his eyes.
~*~
"You should go."
Yanagi said camly while drying out his hair. He smelled nice yet again, Shiraishi thinks. He put his shirt on.
"Where to?"
“Chitose’s place.”
“I can’t go to a place that doesn’t exist.”
“Then create one.”
“…Yanagi-kun,”
Shiraishi began, but he found himself stuck in words. Yanagi narrowed his eyes, looking at Shiraishi with sharp gaze.
"My place is here, not anywhere else."
“Here,” Yanagi pointed to their so called home, “Is a place you created. It had never exist before, you created it.”
“…”
“Don’t lie to yourself like I do.”
“I-“
“Don’t run away.”
Yanagi long finger met his hair. He stroke it gently, like it’s the most precious thing in the world. Shiraishi bit his own lip.
"If I go, will you stay?"
The slightly taller man laughed softly.