YamaJima : Light Sticks
Title: Light Sticks
Pairing: chibi!YamaJima & YamaJima (THEY ARE THE SAMEE!)
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: “Remember when we’re younger?” The little story behind the glowing neon sticks.
A/N: I'm currently addicted to light sticks because of orientation in my school, and chibis are irresistible :3
“HAYAH!” Jumping down from his bed, Ryosuke plopped onto Yuto’s sleeping figure. The taller boy was abruptly waked up by the sudden weight on his stomach, and he glared at his boyfriend in the dark for awhile.
“You better give me a really good reason why you’re sitting on my stomach in the middle of the night, Ryosuke.”
The older boy just grinned and from his back he pulled out some light sticks and shoved them into Yuto’s hand. “Remember when we’re younger?”
It wasn’t long before Yuto joined Ryosuke in grinning. How can he forget their little episode with light sticks?
***
“Yama-chan, take that!” Swinging his light stick around, 5 year-old Yuto continued to chase 5 year-old Ryosuke around his room. Armed with light sticks, their sleepover was now a war, with Yuto’s bedroom as their battlefield.
Pillows were thrown, light sticks too, with a few occasional blankets that managed to bury both of them below. Laughter filled the air and soon, their breaths grew heavier after running around the huge room of Yuto’s for the nth time.
Catching Ryosuke, Yuto had pulled his friend by the wrist, and both of them plopped down onto their sleeping bags. (Yuto said that it’s like camp!) Their weights were against each other and slowly they just drift off to sleep.
***
“And in the morning, your mum came in and started to scold us for the mess! Remember?”
“Of course I’d remember that Ryosuke!”
“Ohh really, Yuto-kun.”
“Just shut up.” Strong arms pulled the older boy down and their lips met.
The light sticks that were glowing a neon colour were now scattered on the floor, and behind them were the little stories that might seem insignificant to others, but were all the precious memories that both of them would cherish forever.
Pairing: chibi!YamaJima & YamaJima (THEY ARE THE SAMEE!)
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: “Remember when we’re younger?” The little story behind the glowing neon sticks.
A/N: I'm currently addicted to light sticks because of orientation in my school, and chibis are irresistible :3
“HAYAH!” Jumping down from his bed, Ryosuke plopped onto Yuto’s sleeping figure. The taller boy was abruptly waked up by the sudden weight on his stomach, and he glared at his boyfriend in the dark for awhile.
“You better give me a really good reason why you’re sitting on my stomach in the middle of the night, Ryosuke.”
The older boy just grinned and from his back he pulled out some light sticks and shoved them into Yuto’s hand. “Remember when we’re younger?”
It wasn’t long before Yuto joined Ryosuke in grinning. How can he forget their little episode with light sticks?
***
“Yama-chan, take that!” Swinging his light stick around, 5 year-old Yuto continued to chase 5 year-old Ryosuke around his room. Armed with light sticks, their sleepover was now a war, with Yuto’s bedroom as their battlefield.
Pillows were thrown, light sticks too, with a few occasional blankets that managed to bury both of them below. Laughter filled the air and soon, their breaths grew heavier after running around the huge room of Yuto’s for the nth time.
Catching Ryosuke, Yuto had pulled his friend by the wrist, and both of them plopped down onto their sleeping bags. (Yuto said that it’s like camp!) Their weights were against each other and slowly they just drift off to sleep.
***
“And in the morning, your mum came in and started to scold us for the mess! Remember?”
“Of course I’d remember that Ryosuke!”
“Ohh really, Yuto-kun.”
“Just shut up.” Strong arms pulled the older boy down and their lips met.
The light sticks that were glowing a neon colour were now scattered on the floor, and behind them were the little stories that might seem insignificant to others, but were all the precious memories that both of them would cherish forever.