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Short things that I have written. X
It was starting to get colder. Not too cold, but not warm at all. The kind of cold that made you curse to the sky above that you underdressed - the sky would then laugh at you.Band practice was over for the day, it had been over thirty minutes ago, yet it took the five almost double the time to get back to the sharehouse than usual for some reason. Yuuto’s hand was stuffed into Wataru’s pocket, something about his own pockets being too full (a lie), their hands entwined in each other’s warmth. They’d argue about it for a moment, Wataru using every word his brain could think of to tell him no but the red of his cheeks telling him otherwise.
Yuuto said he’d make him a hot chocolate when they got home to make up for it; not that he needed to. Wataru liked hot chocolates. He liked them a lot.
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The other day, Yuuto asked Wataru what song reminded him of them. It was a question that shouldn’t have caused so much of a brain block, but it did. Not that he didn’t have a song in mind, it’s just that he didn’t know if Yuuto would feel like it worked for them too. It reminded him of the sun, of summer, of cold drinks straight from the chilly bin on a hot day. It reminded him of the mango daiquiris that Yuuto would make and then tap against Wataru’s own glass of rosé before sipping on it. Liquid alchemy and singing in the flowers. It was comforting.
The two of them made it clear what songs reminded them of each other, it was evident that music was a very integral part in their relationship, it being the thing that brought the two together. Their red string of fate.
This song reminded him of happiness. It reminded him of the warmth of Yuuto’s embrace and the soft kisses they’d share after something more intimate or the laughter of pillow talk. It was something that reminded him of not only just Yuuto, but the two of them together. Soft, sweet, comforting.
He’d show him eventually. Eventually he’d answer his question and find that, yes, Yuuto did feel like it worked for them.
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A newly coronated king led his beloved to a balcony with a plan in his mind. This was his day, the most important day for him, yet he wanted to make it Wataru’s most important day, too. He closed the door behind him and stood in his place as he watched Wataru take in the view from this tower. It wasn’t the highest tower in the palace, yet you could see the water at the edge of the kingdom clearly from there. It glistened and gleamed in the moonlight. Wataru pointed out how beautiful it was and all Yuuto could muster out was a quiet “Yeah..”
His body moved on its own as he spoke that one word, descending to one knee and his right gloved hand pressing itself gently to his chest. It rested atop his heart. His heart beat fast, much too fast.
Wataru turned after a few moments, presumably to continue their conversation, but becoming startled by his dearest knelt before him. He knew what he was doing.
Yuuto would speak with the most beautiful words he could think of, Wataru would nod and tell him a king shouldn’t kneel for anyone. Yuuto would say he’s allowed to kneel before an angel.
note: this is from an au I made a few years back.
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It took Wataru only a few moments to realise that Yuuto was standing at the door just watching him in this comfortable state where he looked like he could fall asleep at any given moment, but was keeping himself awake because he absolutely needed to get ready to leave soon. His muscles relaxed as he turned to Yuuto, registering that he was there and that he had made him coffee just the way that he liked it; lemon and all. The look on his face was absolutely full of love and adoration for the brunette, eyebrows turned upwards and singular dimple slowly caving in his chubby cheek, causing his eyes to smile softly and match the one his lips made. He was beaming. He was glowing. Yuuto thought that he was always glowing.
Wataru thought that was a lie.
Yuuto wasn’t going to let him win that one.
They never really exchanged many words in the mornings, only small gestures and facial expressions that spoke a million words, completely different to the other three who lived with them whos’ love language was verbal compliments. This was strange, especially for Yuuto who usually did the speaking for Argonavis, and Wataru who wrote the words that Ren were to sing. But as strange as it was, it was something that they cherished greatly. It meant that the moments that they did spend softly speaking to each other as they cuddled close together on the couch or under the covers of their bed, on the verge of sleep, were so incredibly special.
They knew they loved each other, they didn’t need much to remind each other because they just knew. One of the ways that Wataru knew was this moment right now as Yuuto handed him his coffee so, so gently and with so much care, not in fear that he would drop it, but more as if this were a sacred exchange between the two.
Wataru told Yuuto to come back to bed, but Yuuto shook his head gently as he sat on the edge of the bed, just close enough to be able to press a kiss to Wataru’s face at any given moment without having to stretch too far. The perfect distance for them to be able to speak at an almost whisper tone, a soft tone as they spoke about any dreams they had last night or how the coffee was perfect, Yuuto had just cut the lemon slice slightly too thick. Not that that was a problem or anything, Wataru just liked to tease him.
They stayed like that for about twenty three minutes, just sitting in each other’s presence as they spoke very little about anything and everything, just enjoying that the other was there and still with them. It got to a point where Wataru decided that he needed to actually get up and get ready, to which Yuuto thought about pretending to fall asleep on him as an excuse for them to stay in bed and not have to worry about going to university, but didn’t really think of any way of doing it successfully.
And when Wataru was finally ready, they left the sharehouse with a quick goodbye to their bandmates, their friends, no, their family, and a clank clank of Yuuto’s keys. They did argue a little about who was going to drive, but settled on Yuuto because he was ready first and Wataru was apparently holding them up or whatever. But that was okay.
They talked as they left the house and made their way to the car, the bassist talking so, so passionately about how he was ecstatic to learn about the usage of commas and other punctuation, stuff that he claimed acted like an accessory to words, making them even more beautiful. He looked like the sun as he spoke, all gleaming and shiny, glowing as always but at an even higher intensity. And the guitarist listened to every word, ears wide open and face softened as he listened to his boyfriend speak about his passions.
He loved hearing about Wataru’s passions. He could listen to them forever and ever and ever.
And he did.
Image from here. Lace border from here.