Insomnia strikes again
100 word drabbles, yay! (Because 100 sounds so nicely undaunting when even my tags are longer)
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It wasn't supposed to mean anything. It wasn't even supposed to be special. Just another night, another way to have fun, another name on the list. Oshitari Yuushi, right under tall guy in class 3-B, above whoever else was next.
Maybe that was why it ended up special. Because there was now a name on the list. Everything else was descriptions. Sometimes vague, sometimes nothing but the dim memory of a night out and yet another nameless press of body against his, in his.
Maybe it was because, an hour later and a walk home, Gakuto's legs were still shaking.
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Living your dreams had never been a possibility for Akutagawa Jirou. It was more like a distant hope, a wish for that someday when naps turned into car chases, schools of magic, and peaceful dates on the top of a hill.
At least, it was never a possibility until he found himself under a romantic starry sky; blanket curling under his toes, and lips brushing his own in a way that was both searching and sincere.
It was a tug on his stomach, his heart, when he would usually jolt awake, but this time he stayed, captivated by round lenses.
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"No," Gakuto protested, fists clenched at his sides. The door was at his back, leaving him the only thing standing to prevent reality from meeting a lonely future. "You're wrong."
He was tired of self-sacrificing acts. You'll be happy with someone else. Bullshit.
"Where's your pride?" He demanded, digging his fingers into Shishido's shirt. "Why don't you make it better?"
Still speechless, Shishido stared. Shocked into silence maybe. Hopefully shocked into thought. "I'm sorry."
"No." A glare. Gakuto wouldn't let this, him go. "Don't be sorry, fix it."
There was a pause, and Shishido kissed him. It was a start.
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It wasn't supposed to mean anything. It wasn't even supposed to be special. Just another night, another way to have fun, another name on the list. Oshitari Yuushi, right under tall guy in class 3-B, above whoever else was next.
Maybe that was why it ended up special. Because there was now a name on the list. Everything else was descriptions. Sometimes vague, sometimes nothing but the dim memory of a night out and yet another nameless press of body against his, in his.
Maybe it was because, an hour later and a walk home, Gakuto's legs were still shaking.
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Living your dreams had never been a possibility for Akutagawa Jirou. It was more like a distant hope, a wish for that someday when naps turned into car chases, schools of magic, and peaceful dates on the top of a hill.
At least, it was never a possibility until he found himself under a romantic starry sky; blanket curling under his toes, and lips brushing his own in a way that was both searching and sincere.
It was a tug on his stomach, his heart, when he would usually jolt awake, but this time he stayed, captivated by round lenses.
»»»«««
"No," Gakuto protested, fists clenched at his sides. The door was at his back, leaving him the only thing standing to prevent reality from meeting a lonely future. "You're wrong."
He was tired of self-sacrificing acts. You'll be happy with someone else. Bullshit.
"Where's your pride?" He demanded, digging his fingers into Shishido's shirt. "Why don't you make it better?"
Still speechless, Shishido stared. Shocked into silence maybe. Hopefully shocked into thought. "I'm sorry."
"No." A glare. Gakuto wouldn't let this, him go. "Don't be sorry, fix it."
There was a pause, and Shishido kissed him. It was a start.