[one-shot] Just Like a Hurricane (7WEST)
Takemoto closed his cell phone with a disappointed click. No new messages. Jumping slightly at the sound of approaching footsteps, he shoved his phone back into his pocket before his friends could see. They’d already caught him sneaking looks at his phone several times that day and were starting to tease him about hiding a girlfriend from them.
He sighed. They weren’t totally wrong. It’s just that it wasn’t a girl he was checking for. Before he could think too hard about it, he plastered a smile on his face and went to gather his school bag to go home with his friends.
Listening to the others talking about their upcoming midterm exams as they put their shoes on, Takemoto stared out at the sky. A typhoon was passing through soon and the rain was starting to come down harder. He briefly wondered if the weather was worse in Hyogo since it would pass there first and then come to Osaka.
If his friends noticed his silence, none of them were saying anything about it, and that was fine with him. He’d known some of these guys since elementary school and it would just be weird to explain to them that he was kind of, sort of dating one of the other members in his unit. They’d already laughed when he’d joined Johnny’s.
Sighing again as they sat down in the train, he tried to put it away and pay attention to what his friends were saying. He’d worry about his own problems later.
.oO@Oo.
He continued to try not to think about it when he got home. In response to his surprised reaction at seeing his younger sister there, his mom explained that her after school activities had been cancelled due to the weather. He offered to help her with her homework knowing that if he went to his room to do his, he’d really just sit there and stare at his phone.
But when that was done, he had no choice but to go and do his own homework. He lasted about 5 minutes before flopping onto his bed, phone in hand and fingers already dialing Kamiyama’s number. He frowned when he was directed straight to his voicemail, just like he’d been for the last couple of days.
The frown deepened into a pout when he realized that he hadn’t heard from Kamiyama for almost a week. He dialed a different number.
“Moshi mo~sh!”
“Shige? It’s Takemoto…”
The older boy laughed. “Ah, Take-chan. What’s up?”
Takemoto hesitated a little, but smiled knowing that, at the very least, Shigeoka was happy to hear from him. “Um, I was just wondering if you’d heard from Kamiyama recently.”
“Mm?” Takemoto could practically see the older boy tilting his head to the side. “I guess not recently.”
“Oh,” was all he said. He was actually surprised at how much more disappointed this made him feel.
Finally picking up on the fact that something might be wrong, Shigeoka’s excitement lowered. “Is something the matter?”
When the younger boy said nothing, Shigeoka sighed. “Did you and Kami-chan have a fight?”
Takemoto pouted. At least he’d know what was wrong if they had. “No… I just haven’t heard anything from him in about a week…”
“Are you worried something happened to him?”
“Yeah, but I guess I was kind of wondering if he was avoiding me on purpose.”
Shigeoka laughed, mood reverting back. “Don’t be silly! Why would he do that?!”
When they hung up, whether he wanted to admit it or not, the other boy’s dismissive attitude had made him feel better. Putting his phone to the side, he finally settled down to do some studying.
He was just finishing his English worksheet when the loud hiss of wind made him jump. He turned to stare at the window. It’d been pouring since yesterday, but the wind was getting noticeably stronger. Feeling the unease rise in his chest, Takemoto began to wish again that he could at least hear Kamiyama’s voice.
The oncoming typhoon was all they talked about over dinner, although he really wished his parents would stop. His father was saying something about moving some of the more breakable things into boxes heading straight for the closet, as well as taping the glass windows, when the doorbell rang.
They all shared confused looks. Who could possibly be out in this weather?
Takemoto just stared when his mother led a head-to-toe soaked Kamiyama into his living room.
Kamiyama’s eyes didn’t leave his as he explained that he’d gotten caught in the bad weather, wind destroying his umbrella.
“Shimpei!” his mother cried out, horrified. “Get Kamiyama-kun some dry clothes!”
She shuffled out of the room to grab him a towel so he could take a hot shower, asking over her shoulder if his mother knew where he was.
In his room, wet uniform and all, Kamiyama pulled him into a hug as soon as the door closed. Takemoto yelped at the coldness, but found himself clinging on to him anyway.
When the older boy finally released him, he looked apologetic. “It’s been a while…”
Takemoto looked down in response before busying himself with finding some dry clothes for him to change into. His mother would surely be by soon to let them know that the bath water was ready.
“Can I borrow your cell phone?”
The question took him by surprise. “W-what?”
Kamiyama looked down. “I lied when I told your mom that mine knew where I was. I should probably call before she completely freaks out.”
He pointed to where his phone sat on his desk. “Sure, but what happened to yours?”
“Broke it at the end of last week even though they’d just bought me a new one for my birthday. They thought that by not buying me another one right away, it would make me think twice about taking care of my things.” He sighed. “I’m going to be in so much trouble for this one…”
Takemoto winced s he listened to Kamiyama and his mother “talk”. He let his mother yell at him for jumping on a train to Osaka instead of coming home from school, shrugging out of his wet school uniform jacket.
“Mom, in any case, you can punish me tomorrow when I come home… Well, yes, ‘tomorrow’. The trains are shutting down. Sorry to make you worry so much. I’ll call from the train station next time.” He laughed when his mother shrieked at that one. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“The water’s probably almost ready,” he murmured as Kamiyama put down the phone.
“Mm…” he murmured and then said in response to Takemoto’s silent question. “She’s not mad. Well, I don’t really think she is. Just worried. I would have come regardless.”
When Takemoto only looked at him questioningly, he smiled, reaching out to touch his cheek. “I don’t have anyone’s number memorized and had no way of calling you. You have no idea how much better I feel, now that I have you here in front of me. I know how this kind of weather gets to you.”
Takemoto didn’t know what to say, but all the pain and unease disappeared from his chest. Smiling brightly for the first time all week, he closed the short distance between them and pressed their lips together.
Realizing a second later what he’d just down, he jumped back, face red. “S-sorry,” he stammered. He searched his brain for something to say, but when he came up blank, he was thankfully saved by his mother finally announcing that the bath water was ready.
Takemoto paced his room, frantically trying to figure out what he’d say when Kamiyama came back. Why had he done that? Maybe they could just forget about it. Yeah. Forgetting sounded like a good idea.
He sighed. From the look Kamiyama had given him on his way out, there was no way they were just gonna drop it.
Takemoto jumped when a knock came on his door, but relaxed a little when his dad came in, spare futon in his arms. Together, they rearranged the room so that there was a larger space away from the windows. “I know you kids are getting bigger so it might be a tight fit, but it would be better for the two of you sleep further away from the window.”
When his dad left, he was still staring at the single futon that they’d just laid out and tried not to panic. Keep calm, he reminded himself, and look on the bright side. It wasn’t as if the other boy had freaked out when he’d kissed him. The treacherous part of his brain also reminded him that there was a possibility that Kamiyama had actually started to kiss him back right before he’d jumped back.
And this is how he found the younger boy. Takemoto’s back was to him, but he was obviously having a conversation with himself. Hair still damp, but warm and dry otherwise, Kamiyama walked up to him, wrapping his arms around Takemoto’s waist, pulling him back against his chest. “What’s the argument?”
Takemoto took a deep breath to calm down and instead inhaled an intriguing mixture of his own soap and shampoo with a scent that was all Kamiyama. It smelt wonderful. A little hesitantly, he said, “I was trying to decide of you had started to kiss me back when I kissed you earlier. And whether or not I needed to freak out about it or not.”
Kamiyama couldn’t help but smile. “Did you think I’d be upset?”
The younger boy didn’t say anything at this. He just slumped back further into Kamiyama’s embrace and that was answer enough. “Shimpei… I came all the way from Hyogo, through a typhoon no less, to come see you. It’s gonna take something other than a kiss to make me mad at you.”
There was a pause before Takemoto turned around in his arms and lifted his chin to press his lips to Kamiyama’s again. This time, he didn’t pull back right away, giving Kamiyama time to respond to the kiss. Warmth coursed through his body when Kamiyama placed a hand at the base of his neck to not only prevent him from pulling back, but allowing him to deepen the kiss. Takemoto could feel his body melt in Kamiyama’s arms.
“Shimpei!”
The two of them jumped apart just as the bedroom door opened. His mother gave them a curious look for a split second before it was replaced with one of annoyance. “Shimpei,” she repeated. “What did I say earlier?”
Takemoto shrank a little under his mother’s scrutiny, willing his face to not look as red as it felt. “That when Kamiyama was done with his bath that we should come out so that he can eat something for dinner?”
Seemingly satisfied by this, she turned to Kamiyama and said in a much softer tone of voice, “Have some dinner before it gets cold.”
When she left, Takemoto let out a breath that he hadn’t know he’d been holding. “That was close. We’d better go before she comes back.”
They don’t say much during dinner, Kamiyama being much hungrier than he’d realized and Takemoto finishing what was left on his plate from earlier. He looked at his mother thankfully when he noticed that she’d reheated his plate. Takemoto-san sat with them at the table to make sure that both boys ate enough, having already poked at the way Kamiyama’s face had thinned some since the last time she'd seen him.
Takemoto-san stared at the steady pound of rain against their taped up windows. “Why were you in Osaka, anyway? Didn’t you have school today?”
Kamiyama choked on his soup, coming up coughing and eyes watering. Leave it to Takemoto’s mother to come back to that. “Yes, but there was something I had to do in Osaka and I thought I’d be able to do it before the weather got too bad… Guess not?” It was a weak answer at best and didn’t really tell her anything, but she left it alone with a light hum.
After that, they couldn’t finish eating sooner, thanking her for the food and escaping back up the stairs to Takemoto’s room.
But then Takemoto suddenly remembered something. Blushing as he opened his bedroom door, he looked at Kamiyama. “Um… so my dad came in earlier while you were taking a bath and…” He gestured to the single futon, unable to actually get the words out.
As they shut the door behind them, he still couldn’t do anything but gesture and look red in the face. Kamiyama couldn’t help but laugh before tackling the other boy down into the futon, successfully breaking Takemoto out of his awkward silence. Takemoto was smaller than him, but tried to fight back anyway. He still found himself on his back with Kamiyama looming over him in the end, but he could at least say he tried… not that he voiced any kind of argument when Kamiyama leaned down to kiss him.
He started to wonder why they’d never kissed before tonight, but his train of thought was immediately derailed when Kamiyama’s tongue flicked out to swipe at his bottom lip, deepening the kiss when Takemoto let out a small moan. He was finding that he couldn’t think about anything except how Kamiyama’s weight was pressing him into the mattress or how soft the strands of hair at the nape of his neck felt between his fingers.
How silly it seemed now that he’d spent all day thinking that Kamiyama was avoiding him, and he told him so when they came up to breathe.
“That’s absurd,” Kamiyama said, looking at him in disbelief. “Why on earth would I do that?”
Takemoto laughed, now that he could. “Shige had said the same thing.”
“Then why did you?”
Takemoto squirmed a little at that. It was true that they hadn’t been dating for a very long time, but they’d known each other for longer. He’d known that Kamiyama wasn’t the type to go from one person to another… and he’d known that Kamiyama liked him even before Kamiyama figured it out. “I just don’t get it sometimes.”
Kamiyama looked at him, head slightly tilted, waiting for him to continue.
“Well, I just don’t understand why you would like me… so why wouldn’t it make sense for you to find someone else, you know?”
“Your self-esteem is seriously lacking,” Kamiyama finally said. “How could I not want to be with you? You’re interesting--"
"You mean weird."
"And funny.”
“Shige’s funnier,” Takemoto started to say, but clamped his mouth shut when Kamiyama gave him a look.
“The point, is that you don’t see yourself very clearly at all. And I’d like to ask for a little bit more faith, thank you very much!” He tried to look at least a little upset, but couldn’t hold his smile back when Takemoto looked up at him. He sighed and murmured in a soft voice, “I missed you, you know.” His phone may have only been broken for a week, but they hadn’t seen each other for a couple weeks.
“You could not break your next phone,” Takemoto suggested helpfully.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Kamiyama grumbled before leaning down for another kiss. Takemoto sighed happily, reaching up to intertwine his fingers back into Kamiyama’s hair… until there was a loud cracking noise outside his window, making him jump and bringing them both back to the present. They rolled onto their sides so that Takemoto was tucked against Kamiyama’s chest.
“Do you have school in the morning?” Takemoto wondered out loud.
“Dunno… I hope not. I don’t know if I’d make it in time. You?”
“They said that if the typhoon hits before 8, then we have to be at school by 10. If it hits after 8, but before 10, then class will start at 1. I’m kind of hoping it doesn’t hit until 10:01, ‘cause then I don’t have to go in at all.”
“That… sounds complicated,” Kamiyama said, chuckling a little.
“Yeah… I don’t get that either. But it doesn’t look like it’ll be letting up at all does it?” Both of them stared out the window. There was another crack and Kamiyama held him tighter when he jumped again. Takemoto sighed, burying his face into Kamiyama’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Even though your mother totally doesn’t believe me and my totally fake story about why I’m here?”
Takemoto nodded solemnly and Kamiyama laughed. “Me too.”
It was totally worth it, Takemoto decided, when he was awoken in the middle of the night by the continuous sounds of rain and wind cracking against the windows, because Kamiyama’s arms were still tight around his shoulders.
OWARI
And just in case you were wondering... The typhoon hit at like, 5am. All of Osaka's typhoon alert programs stopped airing a little before 10am. Technically, both boys would have indeed needed to go to school that day... but meh. Many high school students never made it into class that day anyway. ^_~
A/N: Holy crap! I finally finished it! *dances* Seriously guys. I stared writing this the day of the typhoon back in... October, was it? Finished it in January. It was going in a chotto ayashii direction before I chickened out and rewrote it. Haha… What can I say? I just can’t write those kinds of things yet.
He sighed. They weren’t totally wrong. It’s just that it wasn’t a girl he was checking for. Before he could think too hard about it, he plastered a smile on his face and went to gather his school bag to go home with his friends.
Listening to the others talking about their upcoming midterm exams as they put their shoes on, Takemoto stared out at the sky. A typhoon was passing through soon and the rain was starting to come down harder. He briefly wondered if the weather was worse in Hyogo since it would pass there first and then come to Osaka.
If his friends noticed his silence, none of them were saying anything about it, and that was fine with him. He’d known some of these guys since elementary school and it would just be weird to explain to them that he was kind of, sort of dating one of the other members in his unit. They’d already laughed when he’d joined Johnny’s.
Sighing again as they sat down in the train, he tried to put it away and pay attention to what his friends were saying. He’d worry about his own problems later.
.oO@Oo.
He continued to try not to think about it when he got home. In response to his surprised reaction at seeing his younger sister there, his mom explained that her after school activities had been cancelled due to the weather. He offered to help her with her homework knowing that if he went to his room to do his, he’d really just sit there and stare at his phone.
But when that was done, he had no choice but to go and do his own homework. He lasted about 5 minutes before flopping onto his bed, phone in hand and fingers already dialing Kamiyama’s number. He frowned when he was directed straight to his voicemail, just like he’d been for the last couple of days.
The frown deepened into a pout when he realized that he hadn’t heard from Kamiyama for almost a week. He dialed a different number.
“Moshi mo~sh!”
“Shige? It’s Takemoto…”
The older boy laughed. “Ah, Take-chan. What’s up?”
Takemoto hesitated a little, but smiled knowing that, at the very least, Shigeoka was happy to hear from him. “Um, I was just wondering if you’d heard from Kamiyama recently.”
“Mm?” Takemoto could practically see the older boy tilting his head to the side. “I guess not recently.”
“Oh,” was all he said. He was actually surprised at how much more disappointed this made him feel.
Finally picking up on the fact that something might be wrong, Shigeoka’s excitement lowered. “Is something the matter?”
When the younger boy said nothing, Shigeoka sighed. “Did you and Kami-chan have a fight?”
Takemoto pouted. At least he’d know what was wrong if they had. “No… I just haven’t heard anything from him in about a week…”
“Are you worried something happened to him?”
“Yeah, but I guess I was kind of wondering if he was avoiding me on purpose.”
Shigeoka laughed, mood reverting back. “Don’t be silly! Why would he do that?!”
When they hung up, whether he wanted to admit it or not, the other boy’s dismissive attitude had made him feel better. Putting his phone to the side, he finally settled down to do some studying.
He was just finishing his English worksheet when the loud hiss of wind made him jump. He turned to stare at the window. It’d been pouring since yesterday, but the wind was getting noticeably stronger. Feeling the unease rise in his chest, Takemoto began to wish again that he could at least hear Kamiyama’s voice.
The oncoming typhoon was all they talked about over dinner, although he really wished his parents would stop. His father was saying something about moving some of the more breakable things into boxes heading straight for the closet, as well as taping the glass windows, when the doorbell rang.
They all shared confused looks. Who could possibly be out in this weather?
Takemoto just stared when his mother led a head-to-toe soaked Kamiyama into his living room.
Kamiyama’s eyes didn’t leave his as he explained that he’d gotten caught in the bad weather, wind destroying his umbrella.
“Shimpei!” his mother cried out, horrified. “Get Kamiyama-kun some dry clothes!”
She shuffled out of the room to grab him a towel so he could take a hot shower, asking over her shoulder if his mother knew where he was.
In his room, wet uniform and all, Kamiyama pulled him into a hug as soon as the door closed. Takemoto yelped at the coldness, but found himself clinging on to him anyway.
When the older boy finally released him, he looked apologetic. “It’s been a while…”
Takemoto looked down in response before busying himself with finding some dry clothes for him to change into. His mother would surely be by soon to let them know that the bath water was ready.
“Can I borrow your cell phone?”
The question took him by surprise. “W-what?”
Kamiyama looked down. “I lied when I told your mom that mine knew where I was. I should probably call before she completely freaks out.”
He pointed to where his phone sat on his desk. “Sure, but what happened to yours?”
“Broke it at the end of last week even though they’d just bought me a new one for my birthday. They thought that by not buying me another one right away, it would make me think twice about taking care of my things.” He sighed. “I’m going to be in so much trouble for this one…”
Takemoto winced s he listened to Kamiyama and his mother “talk”. He let his mother yell at him for jumping on a train to Osaka instead of coming home from school, shrugging out of his wet school uniform jacket.
“Mom, in any case, you can punish me tomorrow when I come home… Well, yes, ‘tomorrow’. The trains are shutting down. Sorry to make you worry so much. I’ll call from the train station next time.” He laughed when his mother shrieked at that one. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“The water’s probably almost ready,” he murmured as Kamiyama put down the phone.
“Mm…” he murmured and then said in response to Takemoto’s silent question. “She’s not mad. Well, I don’t really think she is. Just worried. I would have come regardless.”
When Takemoto only looked at him questioningly, he smiled, reaching out to touch his cheek. “I don’t have anyone’s number memorized and had no way of calling you. You have no idea how much better I feel, now that I have you here in front of me. I know how this kind of weather gets to you.”
Takemoto didn’t know what to say, but all the pain and unease disappeared from his chest. Smiling brightly for the first time all week, he closed the short distance between them and pressed their lips together.
Realizing a second later what he’d just down, he jumped back, face red. “S-sorry,” he stammered. He searched his brain for something to say, but when he came up blank, he was thankfully saved by his mother finally announcing that the bath water was ready.
Takemoto paced his room, frantically trying to figure out what he’d say when Kamiyama came back. Why had he done that? Maybe they could just forget about it. Yeah. Forgetting sounded like a good idea.
He sighed. From the look Kamiyama had given him on his way out, there was no way they were just gonna drop it.
Takemoto jumped when a knock came on his door, but relaxed a little when his dad came in, spare futon in his arms. Together, they rearranged the room so that there was a larger space away from the windows. “I know you kids are getting bigger so it might be a tight fit, but it would be better for the two of you sleep further away from the window.”
When his dad left, he was still staring at the single futon that they’d just laid out and tried not to panic. Keep calm, he reminded himself, and look on the bright side. It wasn’t as if the other boy had freaked out when he’d kissed him. The treacherous part of his brain also reminded him that there was a possibility that Kamiyama had actually started to kiss him back right before he’d jumped back.
And this is how he found the younger boy. Takemoto’s back was to him, but he was obviously having a conversation with himself. Hair still damp, but warm and dry otherwise, Kamiyama walked up to him, wrapping his arms around Takemoto’s waist, pulling him back against his chest. “What’s the argument?”
Takemoto took a deep breath to calm down and instead inhaled an intriguing mixture of his own soap and shampoo with a scent that was all Kamiyama. It smelt wonderful. A little hesitantly, he said, “I was trying to decide of you had started to kiss me back when I kissed you earlier. And whether or not I needed to freak out about it or not.”
Kamiyama couldn’t help but smile. “Did you think I’d be upset?”
The younger boy didn’t say anything at this. He just slumped back further into Kamiyama’s embrace and that was answer enough. “Shimpei… I came all the way from Hyogo, through a typhoon no less, to come see you. It’s gonna take something other than a kiss to make me mad at you.”
There was a pause before Takemoto turned around in his arms and lifted his chin to press his lips to Kamiyama’s again. This time, he didn’t pull back right away, giving Kamiyama time to respond to the kiss. Warmth coursed through his body when Kamiyama placed a hand at the base of his neck to not only prevent him from pulling back, but allowing him to deepen the kiss. Takemoto could feel his body melt in Kamiyama’s arms.
“Shimpei!”
The two of them jumped apart just as the bedroom door opened. His mother gave them a curious look for a split second before it was replaced with one of annoyance. “Shimpei,” she repeated. “What did I say earlier?”
Takemoto shrank a little under his mother’s scrutiny, willing his face to not look as red as it felt. “That when Kamiyama was done with his bath that we should come out so that he can eat something for dinner?”
Seemingly satisfied by this, she turned to Kamiyama and said in a much softer tone of voice, “Have some dinner before it gets cold.”
When she left, Takemoto let out a breath that he hadn’t know he’d been holding. “That was close. We’d better go before she comes back.”
They don’t say much during dinner, Kamiyama being much hungrier than he’d realized and Takemoto finishing what was left on his plate from earlier. He looked at his mother thankfully when he noticed that she’d reheated his plate. Takemoto-san sat with them at the table to make sure that both boys ate enough, having already poked at the way Kamiyama’s face had thinned some since the last time she'd seen him.
Takemoto-san stared at the steady pound of rain against their taped up windows. “Why were you in Osaka, anyway? Didn’t you have school today?”
Kamiyama choked on his soup, coming up coughing and eyes watering. Leave it to Takemoto’s mother to come back to that. “Yes, but there was something I had to do in Osaka and I thought I’d be able to do it before the weather got too bad… Guess not?” It was a weak answer at best and didn’t really tell her anything, but she left it alone with a light hum.
After that, they couldn’t finish eating sooner, thanking her for the food and escaping back up the stairs to Takemoto’s room.
But then Takemoto suddenly remembered something. Blushing as he opened his bedroom door, he looked at Kamiyama. “Um… so my dad came in earlier while you were taking a bath and…” He gestured to the single futon, unable to actually get the words out.
As they shut the door behind them, he still couldn’t do anything but gesture and look red in the face. Kamiyama couldn’t help but laugh before tackling the other boy down into the futon, successfully breaking Takemoto out of his awkward silence. Takemoto was smaller than him, but tried to fight back anyway. He still found himself on his back with Kamiyama looming over him in the end, but he could at least say he tried… not that he voiced any kind of argument when Kamiyama leaned down to kiss him.
He started to wonder why they’d never kissed before tonight, but his train of thought was immediately derailed when Kamiyama’s tongue flicked out to swipe at his bottom lip, deepening the kiss when Takemoto let out a small moan. He was finding that he couldn’t think about anything except how Kamiyama’s weight was pressing him into the mattress or how soft the strands of hair at the nape of his neck felt between his fingers.
How silly it seemed now that he’d spent all day thinking that Kamiyama was avoiding him, and he told him so when they came up to breathe.
“That’s absurd,” Kamiyama said, looking at him in disbelief. “Why on earth would I do that?”
Takemoto laughed, now that he could. “Shige had said the same thing.”
“Then why did you?”
Takemoto squirmed a little at that. It was true that they hadn’t been dating for a very long time, but they’d known each other for longer. He’d known that Kamiyama wasn’t the type to go from one person to another… and he’d known that Kamiyama liked him even before Kamiyama figured it out. “I just don’t get it sometimes.”
Kamiyama looked at him, head slightly tilted, waiting for him to continue.
“Well, I just don’t understand why you would like me… so why wouldn’t it make sense for you to find someone else, you know?”
“Your self-esteem is seriously lacking,” Kamiyama finally said. “How could I not want to be with you? You’re interesting--"
"You mean weird."
"And funny.”
“Shige’s funnier,” Takemoto started to say, but clamped his mouth shut when Kamiyama gave him a look.
“The point, is that you don’t see yourself very clearly at all. And I’d like to ask for a little bit more faith, thank you very much!” He tried to look at least a little upset, but couldn’t hold his smile back when Takemoto looked up at him. He sighed and murmured in a soft voice, “I missed you, you know.” His phone may have only been broken for a week, but they hadn’t seen each other for a couple weeks.
“You could not break your next phone,” Takemoto suggested helpfully.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Kamiyama grumbled before leaning down for another kiss. Takemoto sighed happily, reaching up to intertwine his fingers back into Kamiyama’s hair… until there was a loud cracking noise outside his window, making him jump and bringing them both back to the present. They rolled onto their sides so that Takemoto was tucked against Kamiyama’s chest.
“Do you have school in the morning?” Takemoto wondered out loud.
“Dunno… I hope not. I don’t know if I’d make it in time. You?”
“They said that if the typhoon hits before 8, then we have to be at school by 10. If it hits after 8, but before 10, then class will start at 1. I’m kind of hoping it doesn’t hit until 10:01, ‘cause then I don’t have to go in at all.”
“That… sounds complicated,” Kamiyama said, chuckling a little.
“Yeah… I don’t get that either. But it doesn’t look like it’ll be letting up at all does it?” Both of them stared out the window. There was another crack and Kamiyama held him tighter when he jumped again. Takemoto sighed, burying his face into Kamiyama’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Even though your mother totally doesn’t believe me and my totally fake story about why I’m here?”
Takemoto nodded solemnly and Kamiyama laughed. “Me too.”
It was totally worth it, Takemoto decided, when he was awoken in the middle of the night by the continuous sounds of rain and wind cracking against the windows, because Kamiyama’s arms were still tight around his shoulders.
OWARI
And just in case you were wondering... The typhoon hit at like, 5am. All of Osaka's typhoon alert programs stopped airing a little before 10am. Technically, both boys would have indeed needed to go to school that day... but meh. Many high school students never made it into class that day anyway. ^_~
A/N: Holy crap! I finally finished it! *dances* Seriously guys. I stared writing this the day of the typhoon back in... October, was it? Finished it in January. It was going in a chotto ayashii direction before I chickened out and rewrote it. Haha… What can I say? I just can’t write those kinds of things yet.