the RNG obviously ships these two as well wherever we take themnaochansenseiSeptember 18 2011, 13:13:48 UTC
[ A little warning would have been nice. Maybe. Or maybe somewhere in his head he was half hoping, half wistfully imagining something like this. But he's kept his feelings to himself and there was nothing untoward about them sitting next to each other like this and-- and-- now all of a sudden-- ]
[ Oh he hears it alright, and his own pounds much the same in shock and amazement and disbelief. Using the youth's real name was a slip, but blame it on fantasy crossing over with reality, because why is-- why is he---
Is he dreaming? But even if he's suddenly light-headed and dizzy from it, it feels awfully real for a dream. He slides his arms back around in return, slowly, expecting to wake up, but his student stays solid and warm and that heartbeat stays loud and alive when he buries his ear closer to it.
「 And that embrace thrills him, and he slides one hand up to cup his cheek. 」 So much. 「 He sighs, reveling in the other's warmth, his own face heating up from anticipation. Will he accept him or…? 」
[ That hand on his cheek, callused from archery yet still soft and delicate... it's even more gentle than he risked imagining, because he shouldn't have, but he couldn't help it, and here, now, somehow....
His tentative embrace tightens desperately. He doesn't want to be dreaming. Even if it's wrong, even if he's even in some ways afraid of this being real, he doesn't want it to be a dream. ]
I-- I-- Me too. [ Not dreaming, right? Can he... say what he's imagined so many times? He's trying; can he really? ] Me too. I--
You…what? 「 His attention is all on the one he's holding in his arms, and he obligingly presses closer when the other's embrace tightens. But even with that earnestness he doesn't dare hope-not until he admits it all fully, like he did. 」
I-- I-- [ This sound. This close warmth. Oh good stars how in the names of them all can this so suddenly be real? He can't let go, can't let this get away-- can't let him get away. If-- if Homare already loves him... does he have to be afraid? ]
I-- Me too. I-- You-- I... l-love... too.... [ Cross it, Naoshi, pull yourself together! He's not even sure why but he feels about ready to cry, lifting his head and clinging tightly and forcing from himself the truth he concealed for so long-- ] I love you too!
「 He laughs, both in relief and in joy as he leans in till they're foreheads touch. That shyness is endearing-especially coming from an older man like Haruki-sensei. 」 May I… 「 He takes a deep breath. There's this strange feeling curling in his stomach and he tries his best to ignore that as he whispers 」 Then may I kiss you?
[ His heart seems to make a twisting leap in his chest, nervous and excited in equal amounts, sending a vibrant blush up on his face. Their faces are already so close and-- and he should make up for answering Homare's confession so stutteringly, shouldn't he?
He doesn't allow himself to fumble or hesitate this time, and replies by quickly rising up on tiptoe, clumsily (but earnestly) giving his first kiss up to his student. ]
「 He blinks at him in surprise, before his eyes danced and he leans in, tilting his head slightly to kiss him deeper. He'd been waiting for this for so long… He holds on to Naoshi's shoulders tightly, kissing him again and again and again to make sure he's not dreaming himself. 」
[ So many--!!! The onslaught of kisses is bewildering, almost overwhelming... but not in an unpleasant manner. Red-faced and heart racing, he tries to keep up but feels ridiculously inept at it -- he's almost embarrassed enough to wonder if Homare is just that much more experienced than he is... and even feels a brief flash of jealousy for the hypothetical partners that would have given Homare such experience, clinging even tighter himself, making handholds of the back of the youth's loose sweater-vest.
It feels like there's a million things he could say or ask, but he's not being given room for breath to do so. Instead, he tries to catch those kisses as best as he can, focusing everything on those warm and desperate sensations. ]
「 He finally stops after a while, chuckling and red-faced himself. He'd gotten a little excited, that's all. Up until now he'd expected a rejection, since it was improper considering their places in the school, but…he had to take a chance, and when it paid off… 」
[ Naoshi's head reels from... everything. The kisses, his breathlessness from trying to match each one, the suddenness of this happening, the shock of it happening at all.... That's something like awe and wonder on his face as he looks up at Homare. ]
That-- There can never be too much.
[ Of that, he's certain, no matter how unworthy and nearly overwhelmed he feels. He leans into the taller youth, pressing as close as he can, like this all might dissolve if he doesn't hold on tightly enough. ]
「 He sighs, blissfully nuzzling the little man, still giddy at having his feelings reciprocated. But he does draw back, to look him firmly in the eye despite the color rising in his cheeks. 」
Since…I first came here. 「 It might have been longer than that, even, but his passion for archery certainly isn't the only thing keeping him in the club. 」 I was…envious of you at first. Of how open you are… 「 How strong and lively and everything he's not and can never be… 」
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H-Homare?
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Is he dreaming? But even if he's suddenly light-headed and dizzy from it, it feels awfully real for a dream. He slides his arms back around in return, slowly, expecting to wake up, but his student stays solid and warm and that heartbeat stays loud and alive when he buries his ear closer to it.
Is this really... real? ] Love... me?
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His tentative embrace tightens desperately. He doesn't want to be dreaming. Even if it's wrong, even if he's even in some ways afraid of this being real, he doesn't want it to be a dream. ]
I-- I-- Me too. [ Not dreaming, right? Can he... say what he's imagined so many times? He's trying; can he really? ] Me too. I--
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I-- Me too. I-- You-- I... l-love... too.... [ Cross it, Naoshi, pull yourself together! He's not even sure why but he feels about ready to cry, lifting his head and clinging tightly and forcing from himself the truth he concealed for so long-- ] I love you too!
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He doesn't allow himself to fumble or hesitate this time, and replies by quickly rising up on tiptoe, clumsily (but earnestly) giving his first kiss up to his student. ]
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It feels like there's a million things he could say or ask, but he's not being given room for breath to do so. Instead, he tries to catch those kisses as best as he can, focusing everything on those warm and desperate sensations. ]
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I'm sorry…was that too much?
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That-- There can never be too much.
[ Of that, he's certain, no matter how unworthy and nearly overwhelmed he feels. He leans into the taller youth, pressing as close as he can, like this all might dissolve if he doesn't hold on tightly enough. ]
Since when... did you...?
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Since…I first came here. 「 It might have been longer than that, even, but his passion for archery certainly isn't the only thing keeping him in the club. 」 I was…envious of you at first. Of how open you are… 「 How strong and lively and everything he's not and can never be… 」
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