[Drabble] Debut
Title: Debut
Groups/Pairings: MA/TheyBudou - Yara/Yamaryo
Rating: PG
Summary: Debuts don't mean happily ever after for all.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Angst
A/N: Written for the debut challenge for je100 but I didn't... really want to post it for Ebi's debut week challenge? So just dropping them here. Also, yararanger is not allowed to read these, even if she is sort of why they came into being. (two drabbles, loosely related, except they're in different tenses?)
The party for ABC-Z was what happened when Fujigaya, Tackey, and Koki put their heads together - loud, bright, fun.
Yara wasn’t sure how much fun he was having, leaning against the wall, beer in hand, watching as the make-shift dancefloor became packed. He was happy for them, truly, but at the same time…
“Yaracchi~,” a voice called out, managing to carry even over the din. A tipsy Yamamoto appeared. “Dance with me~!”
“Now?”
Yamamoto laughed. “Forever.”
Losing himself in the sound of it, Yara let Yamamoto lead him onto the dancefloor, forcing his melancholy to stay behind with his beer.
Yara tries to withdraw, to lick his wounds and let them heal all over again, but Yamamoto won’t let him wallow.
It’s okay is what Yamamoto doesn’t say, and for that Yara’s grateful, his hand tightening around the other’s.
Suddenly Yamamoto draws him in for a kiss, and it’s neither distraction nor consolation, but just Yamamoto everywhere, slow and steady.
They pull apart, but Yara keeps him close, holding on because he won’t let himself go, but he needs it. Because even though Yamamoto doesn’t know, can’t know, paradoxically there is understanding in his eyes as he kisses Yara again.
Groups/Pairings: MA/TheyBudou - Yara/Yamaryo
Rating: PG
Summary: Debuts don't mean happily ever after for all.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Angst
A/N: Written for the debut challenge for je100 but I didn't... really want to post it for Ebi's debut week challenge? So just dropping them here. Also, yararanger is not allowed to read these, even if she is sort of why they came into being. (two drabbles, loosely related, except they're in different tenses?)
The party for ABC-Z was what happened when Fujigaya, Tackey, and Koki put their heads together - loud, bright, fun.
Yara wasn’t sure how much fun he was having, leaning against the wall, beer in hand, watching as the make-shift dancefloor became packed. He was happy for them, truly, but at the same time…
“Yaracchi~,” a voice called out, managing to carry even over the din. A tipsy Yamamoto appeared. “Dance with me~!”
“Now?”
Yamamoto laughed. “Forever.”
Losing himself in the sound of it, Yara let Yamamoto lead him onto the dancefloor, forcing his melancholy to stay behind with his beer.
Yara tries to withdraw, to lick his wounds and let them heal all over again, but Yamamoto won’t let him wallow.
It’s okay is what Yamamoto doesn’t say, and for that Yara’s grateful, his hand tightening around the other’s.
Suddenly Yamamoto draws him in for a kiss, and it’s neither distraction nor consolation, but just Yamamoto everywhere, slow and steady.
They pull apart, but Yara keeps him close, holding on because he won’t let himself go, but he needs it. Because even though Yamamoto doesn’t know, can’t know, paradoxically there is understanding in his eyes as he kisses Yara again.