woebegone (and on the sixth day, man dropped his hand away from the world to look instead at the salt creeping up his ankles, and in that first breath knew not himself but)
The words didn’t come out harsh, or even particularly loud in the near dark of the room, and yet Yuki’s shoulders still pricked with a startle at Kyo deciding to say anything to him at all.
He twisted himself in his seat on the futon, rolled out beside the low table pushed as much out of the way as they could manage, to see Kyo standing at the junction of the hallway and the kitchen. He was just barely lit with the low incandescent glow of the stovetop light, but it only served to push him further into shadow. Yuki squinted at him, but all that he got in return was the glare of the light hitting the water glass in his hand and the vague, discomforted shift of his weight from one foot to the other.
Kyo was stiff as he brought the glass to his mouth. He paused there without seeming to actually drink out of it.
The time for him to respond to Yuki’s startle passed, but still, Yuki felt the need to recover himself. He forced his shoulders to lax as he returned, belated,
“Look. I know you’re trying not to make this a big deal, and like hell I’m gonna inhibit your newfound taste for adventure, but this doesn’t seem like that. I mean, let’s be real, your sense of adventure usually ends up with something blowing up in the microwave or like, going to the convenience store drunk at three a.m. You know? Just… I dunno. All I know is that this isn’t normal, and you’re actually kind of starting to freak me out.”
Yuki shifted his toe into the gravel. He chewed the inside of his lip, trying to suppress the thing collapsing behind his sternum at his horrible honesty.
“So can you just do me a solid and stay with them for the night? Like, I get it, it’s awkward or whatever, it’s not really your ‘thing’ to drop by like that. But I’d rather you be awkward and with people we know than fucked up and alone for the next few hours.”
“I’m not fucked up,” Yuki mumbled.
“Yun,” Kakeru said, and the edge in the way he said it made an anxious chill shoot down Yuki’s arms. “C’mon.”
-
Yuki ends up at the ocean. He ends up at Kyo and Tohru’s house. He doesn’t know why; none of this was exactly planned.
i cant stop thinking abt something vitamin pointed out on twitter the other day which is that in the manga yuki apparently keeps his nails long until he becomes closer with kakeru and then he starts cutting them short and i just. like. i dont know what takaya thought she was implying with that but i know what im getting from it and i. i. WHAT????
what if like kakeru owned a pet rat or two and every time yuki came over they just talked shit (affectionately) about kakeru like “god isn’t his laugh So Loud but it really makes the room sing doesn’t it” and “he always has shit in his teeth but his smile is so damn radiant you barely notice” awww!!!!!
It was raining and Yuki had forgotten his umbrella. His shoes were sopping wet by the time he made it from his last lecture of the afternoon to Kakeru Manabe’s apartment and he was already pissed off by the time Kakeru opened the door with a cat in his arms.
totally fucked (/sometimes not knowing when to quit bites back, /when a look means more than or less than, /it’s okay to admit you didn’t know how to ask for what you wanted)
She clicks her tongue with a soft tsk. She places her hand on his knee, faux consoling and all condescension as she says,
“You’re so nosy. It was just a kiss.”
Bull, he thinks, and shit. He believes well enough that they didn’t actually have sex, because he thinks Yuki would have looked more than just bothered about it over lunch the following afternoon if they did (catatonic maybe, or maybe he wouldn’t have shown at all). But Kimi never “just” does anything. Wherever the line’s drawn, she always teases herself over it just a little more, just to show she can. Consequence, real consequence, is a foreign thing to her, and that pairs very beautifully with her dislike for things being out of her hands. Figuratively and literally.
He squints at her hand on his knee, and then at her.
“…You didn’t go after him just because I left, did you?”
With a roll of her eyes, she draws her hand back to herself and pushes herself up to stand.
“Don’t think so highly of yourself, Kakeru. It had nothing to do with you.”
