Drabble Series: Broken
Title: Drabble Series: Broken
Pairing: Yabu Kota x Inoo Kei ; Yaotome Hikaru x Honda Tsubasa
Notes: I had a lot of emotions over ~events~ so this happened. Originally written as Twitter fics.
Summary: Even the things you love get worn out and broken. Relationships can go the same way too. The question is, will you still want to fix it?
.phone.
His eyes stay glued to the screen, fingers mechanically moving over the familiar buttons on autopilot as he kills yet another zombie. His phone is left broken and unanswered and unrepaired, his blueprints spread out and his laptop opened to his thesis whirring in the background, but he was too busy numbing himself and ridding the virtual world of evil and gory zombie bits. Normally he would wince and shy away from these games, but he heard from someone that video games help increase concentration. Chinen, probably. He pushes a button and one more zombie is split cleanly in the middle from head to toe. He grits his teeth in disgust and pauses the game to rub at his tired eyes.
He was trying to focus, but instead everything goes back into clearer, sharper images. Pain in high definition with quality sound system attached. Now that the unearthly growls of undead monsters and ugly pixels swiping at him were momentarily gone, he curls into a ball of two-day old sweatpants and tear-stained shirt and unwashed hair that still looks nice but probably doesn't smell that way. He stares at the controller in his hand, his eyes zooming in on the x button. "Are you mocking me?" he mutters to the controller. It does not reply, and his brow furrows and throws the controller away (aiming it at a pillow of course, he can't afford to get any more electronics for repair).
His laptop pings as he gets an email. Sighing, he turns off the video game and looks to see who it was maybe it was his thesis mates being their usual panicky selves, who threat to change their thesis every three days because they all lack confidence in themselves. Bored, his heart skips a beat when he sees a familiar mail address.
It was a total of six words, simple phrases, but he felt like he was being punched in the gut with every letter.
"I'm sorry. Please. I love you." Those words, typed out, stared at him in the face. He doesn't want to read or look back but he rereads the mail again and again, hearing his voice saying the words he doesn't know if he wants to hear.
The phone in his room rings, and his sister shouts "it's for you!" from her own room. Gulping, he stands up to answer it. "Hello?" he says, just to be polite. There was a silence, and then. "Hey." There was only one person who greeted him like that, too awkward for hellos but the one who never stops talking and loathes to say goodbye. It took him five seconds to stop himself from breaking down but he bites his lip and answered. "Hey you..." Then they both sigh. "I was stupid." They both say at the same time, and then a beat and there was nervous chuckling and it was sorta okay but not quite really. "I'm sorry for your phone..." "I am too... But it's our house's fault, the cement we used was too tough." He hears a soft laugh from the other end and his heart clenches. "I can get you a new one. It's my fault anyway."
"You don't have to."
"But I want to!"
"Stubborn idiot."
".......Nerdy architect."
He laughs out loud. "That's the best comeback you can think of?" He could almost see his pout from the other side of the line, and with a pang in his chest he wished he could kiss that pout away.
"It's true though!"
"I miss you." He says with a sigh, and the other end goes silent.
"I miss you too... I want to see you again..."
"Who said you can't, anyway?"
"...I can...?"
"Of course... Or wait, let me hide my video game, I just bought this so..."
"I won't be ruining anything. I promise."
He stops and he knew he meant more than just the video game and his phone. Slowly, he lets that hope in his chest spread a little, thinking it would be fine. No, knowing that it'd be fine. Knowing that it's a bit harder to fix a heart that's broken than phones or video games.
But he trusts and hopes.
"Come on over. Let's go be heroes and kill ugly pixels of zombies together. Make the virtual world a better place or something."
"Or something. Yeah. I'd like that. " They both smile.
.earphones.
They shared earphones the day they first met, one day at a mutual friend's birthday party. They were both sitting in the same corner and you can cut through the awkward atmosphere with a samurai's sword. The people that brought them here were too busy making out in the kitchen so they both sit on the couch, her hands on her lap and his arms crossed across his chest, earphones plugged into his ears and tuning out the rest of the world. She hums along to a song she had stuck in her head for the past few days, and was startled when the guy next to her suddenly talked.
"I'm sorry, is my volume too loud?"
She looks at him in confusion.
"Eh?"
"You were humming the same song I was listening to... or not...?" he shyly asked, biting his lip and giving her an unsure smile. She smiles and shakes her head.
"It's okay, the volume's fine." His smile grows wider, and he tilts his head to remove one and hands it over to her.
"Want to listen?"
The rest of the party was spent that way, joined by earphones as they talk about their favorite singers, discuss their favorite lyrics and argue about the best band in existence. (she likes The Beatles and he's stubborn about RHCP but he won't tell her he loves The Beatles too)
One night at a party, a boy and a girl fell in love with shared earphones and a seemingly infinite playlist.
There were slow songs for when they first met, shyly getting to know each other. Dancing beats for when they met and met again, laughing and having the time of their lives. There were ballads that made them cry (although he was shy admitting it until she caught him crying over his music player) and there were heavy metal punk and grunge songs for when they fight and not see each other for days. And there were classics
And then there were the love songs. Those love songs, they recommend it to each other, finding new songs and beautiful lyrics.
Secretly they dedicate each one to the other, making mixtape upon mixtape that had titles like "what your smile does to my heart" and "I hate how I love your stupid face" and "songs my heart wants to tell you" or something equally cheesy.
But music players run out of batteries, wires become overused and frayed, songs fall out of the charts and mixtapes were phased out.
The songs they listened to were now full of angsty lyrics and screaming voices, more noise than music as they both try to drown out the wailing of their own heart.
For there was no melody yet invented to appease broken relationships and hearts and souls.
Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl. They love music. Music loves them as well. Then they both decided they have to find their own notes first, know their own stories so they can have better lyrics, their own unique scores.
Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl who shared earphones in a party. They shared music, songs, seemingly infinite playlists.
Once upon a time, there was a boy. And a girl. They shared earphones once.
Now. They both use only one when listening to music, even if they have both to use. The other ear is trained to listen to the voices around them. For maybe they can hear that voice again.
"Eh?"
"Want to listen?"
And a new score is written out.
Pairing: Yabu Kota x Inoo Kei ; Yaotome Hikaru x Honda Tsubasa
Notes: I had a lot of emotions over ~events~ so this happened. Originally written as Twitter fics.
Summary: Even the things you love get worn out and broken. Relationships can go the same way too. The question is, will you still want to fix it?
.phone.
His eyes stay glued to the screen, fingers mechanically moving over the familiar buttons on autopilot as he kills yet another zombie. His phone is left broken and unanswered and unrepaired, his blueprints spread out and his laptop opened to his thesis whirring in the background, but he was too busy numbing himself and ridding the virtual world of evil and gory zombie bits. Normally he would wince and shy away from these games, but he heard from someone that video games help increase concentration. Chinen, probably. He pushes a button and one more zombie is split cleanly in the middle from head to toe. He grits his teeth in disgust and pauses the game to rub at his tired eyes.
He was trying to focus, but instead everything goes back into clearer, sharper images. Pain in high definition with quality sound system attached. Now that the unearthly growls of undead monsters and ugly pixels swiping at him were momentarily gone, he curls into a ball of two-day old sweatpants and tear-stained shirt and unwashed hair that still looks nice but probably doesn't smell that way. He stares at the controller in his hand, his eyes zooming in on the x button. "Are you mocking me?" he mutters to the controller. It does not reply, and his brow furrows and throws the controller away (aiming it at a pillow of course, he can't afford to get any more electronics for repair).
His laptop pings as he gets an email. Sighing, he turns off the video game and looks to see who it was maybe it was his thesis mates being their usual panicky selves, who threat to change their thesis every three days because they all lack confidence in themselves. Bored, his heart skips a beat when he sees a familiar mail address.
It was a total of six words, simple phrases, but he felt like he was being punched in the gut with every letter.
"I'm sorry. Please. I love you." Those words, typed out, stared at him in the face. He doesn't want to read or look back but he rereads the mail again and again, hearing his voice saying the words he doesn't know if he wants to hear.
The phone in his room rings, and his sister shouts "it's for you!" from her own room. Gulping, he stands up to answer it. "Hello?" he says, just to be polite. There was a silence, and then. "Hey." There was only one person who greeted him like that, too awkward for hellos but the one who never stops talking and loathes to say goodbye. It took him five seconds to stop himself from breaking down but he bites his lip and answered. "Hey you..." Then they both sigh. "I was stupid." They both say at the same time, and then a beat and there was nervous chuckling and it was sorta okay but not quite really. "I'm sorry for your phone..." "I am too... But it's our house's fault, the cement we used was too tough." He hears a soft laugh from the other end and his heart clenches. "I can get you a new one. It's my fault anyway."
"You don't have to."
"But I want to!"
"Stubborn idiot."
".......Nerdy architect."
He laughs out loud. "That's the best comeback you can think of?" He could almost see his pout from the other side of the line, and with a pang in his chest he wished he could kiss that pout away.
"It's true though!"
"I miss you." He says with a sigh, and the other end goes silent.
"I miss you too... I want to see you again..."
"Who said you can't, anyway?"
"...I can...?"
"Of course... Or wait, let me hide my video game, I just bought this so..."
"I won't be ruining anything. I promise."
He stops and he knew he meant more than just the video game and his phone. Slowly, he lets that hope in his chest spread a little, thinking it would be fine. No, knowing that it'd be fine. Knowing that it's a bit harder to fix a heart that's broken than phones or video games.
But he trusts and hopes.
"Come on over. Let's go be heroes and kill ugly pixels of zombies together. Make the virtual world a better place or something."
"Or something. Yeah. I'd like that. " They both smile.
.earphones.
They shared earphones the day they first met, one day at a mutual friend's birthday party. They were both sitting in the same corner and you can cut through the awkward atmosphere with a samurai's sword. The people that brought them here were too busy making out in the kitchen so they both sit on the couch, her hands on her lap and his arms crossed across his chest, earphones plugged into his ears and tuning out the rest of the world. She hums along to a song she had stuck in her head for the past few days, and was startled when the guy next to her suddenly talked.
"I'm sorry, is my volume too loud?"
She looks at him in confusion.
"Eh?"
"You were humming the same song I was listening to... or not...?" he shyly asked, biting his lip and giving her an unsure smile. She smiles and shakes her head.
"It's okay, the volume's fine." His smile grows wider, and he tilts his head to remove one and hands it over to her.
"Want to listen?"
The rest of the party was spent that way, joined by earphones as they talk about their favorite singers, discuss their favorite lyrics and argue about the best band in existence. (she likes The Beatles and he's stubborn about RHCP but he won't tell her he loves The Beatles too)
One night at a party, a boy and a girl fell in love with shared earphones and a seemingly infinite playlist.
There were slow songs for when they first met, shyly getting to know each other. Dancing beats for when they met and met again, laughing and having the time of their lives. There were ballads that made them cry (although he was shy admitting it until she caught him crying over his music player) and there were heavy metal punk and grunge songs for when they fight and not see each other for days. And there were classics
And then there were the love songs. Those love songs, they recommend it to each other, finding new songs and beautiful lyrics.
Secretly they dedicate each one to the other, making mixtape upon mixtape that had titles like "what your smile does to my heart" and "I hate how I love your stupid face" and "songs my heart wants to tell you" or something equally cheesy.
But music players run out of batteries, wires become overused and frayed, songs fall out of the charts and mixtapes were phased out.
The songs they listened to were now full of angsty lyrics and screaming voices, more noise than music as they both try to drown out the wailing of their own heart.
For there was no melody yet invented to appease broken relationships and hearts and souls.
Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl. They love music. Music loves them as well. Then they both decided they have to find their own notes first, know their own stories so they can have better lyrics, their own unique scores.
Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl who shared earphones in a party. They shared music, songs, seemingly infinite playlists.
Once upon a time, there was a boy. And a girl. They shared earphones once.
Now. They both use only one when listening to music, even if they have both to use. The other ear is trained to listen to the voices around them. For maybe they can hear that voice again.
"Eh?"
"Want to listen?"
And a new score is written out.