by
blue_cage We call ourselves lovers
He knew he was not the most outstanding of the higher dans, but it had never bothered him before. He was all right being a person people thought of as nice and ordinary, but he hadn't realized that he was just waiting for that right person to be selfish with, to want all the attention focused on him.
Ogata was playing on an online server as he reviewed his email on the laptop. He would occasionally glance at the other man, but those eyes never left the screen. It was okay to be ignored by other people, but this silence made him depressed. It was rare for Ogata to not be at the Touya house for a study session, or busy drinking with colleagues. It was rare for him to not be teaching businessmen the ins and outs of a game. But here they were, in one room, but they could have been in totally different prefectures for all the intimacy they had.
He stood up to refill his cup of coffee. Out of habit, he reached out for Ogata's mug. The next moment he was on the other man's lap, arms keeping him in place. He was about to protest but Ogata had rested his forehead on his back with a barely perceptible sigh of relief. He sat stiffly, not sure of what the other man wanted.
And then Ogata asked him how he'd been, saying he was a bit tired tonight. He'd shifted a little, moving so he could just about rest his forehead against his lover's, and closed his eyes. It was for these little gestures that he would just stay here, a bit lonely, true, but as long as he was with Ogata it was fine. He'd keep hoping it would be fine like this