[ the hardest part of this was not telling ryousuke anything. if there is one thing kuramochi knows about kominato ryousuke, it's that he hates secrets. he's so used to being read by an open book by him that it was hard to try and lock up walls that he'd never once had--and he could tell that it was frustrating for ryo, too. still, it made him a bigger puzzle, which kuramochi figured in some weird way, ryo might enjoy a little. their relationship had been built on trust and loyalty, a hard earned path that kuramochi fought for every step of the way. ryo closes up around people in ways that kuramochi never has, and learning him a second time felt like it evened the playing field--but earning his trust the second time around was just as difficult.
but, just like the first time around, when he did, god, it was so worth it.
now, he just curls his arm tighter around ryousuke and holds on, feels a heavy warmth bursting out of his chest from the tip of ryousuke's nose rubbing into his skin, from the familiarity of the entire situation. kuramochi knows ryo like he knows the back of his hand, knows that he hates mornings and that he's selfless, so unbelievably selfless, that even with his terrible sense of humor and mean teasing, he's got a kind heart. he knows the color of his eyes and the curve of his smile, the way his cheeks flush if kuramochi kisses him right, warm as his brother's, knows that he loves haruichi more than he loves life itself.
even in this second life, this second chance, all of these things have been true. it would have been impossible for kuramochi not to fall in love with him. again and again, over and over. he'd do it a thousand times if it meant he could have this, the way ryousuke sits straight up and curls his hand in his chest.
it's all he can do to manage a smile that he knows is watery, because ryousuke has, and always will be home, and home is what he's been searching for years. ]
Hey. [ he chokes, and the smile that breaks over his face is brilliant, and he knows it's stupid but it's all he can say, so overwhelmed with happiness and the soft timbre of ryousuke's voice. ]
♥
but, just like the first time around, when he did, god, it was so worth it.
now, he just curls his arm tighter around ryousuke and holds on, feels a heavy warmth bursting out of his chest from the tip of ryousuke's nose rubbing into his skin, from the familiarity of the entire situation. kuramochi knows ryo like he knows the back of his hand, knows that he hates mornings and that he's selfless, so unbelievably selfless, that even with his terrible sense of humor and mean teasing, he's got a kind heart. he knows the color of his eyes and the curve of his smile, the way his cheeks flush if kuramochi kisses him right, warm as his brother's, knows that he loves haruichi more than he loves life itself.
even in this second life, this second chance, all of these things have been true. it would have been impossible for kuramochi not to fall in love with him. again and again, over and over. he'd do it a thousand times if it meant he could have this, the way ryousuke sits straight up and curls his hand in his chest.
it's all he can do to manage a smile that he knows is watery, because ryousuke has, and always will be home, and home is what he's been searching for years. ]
Hey. [ he chokes, and the smile that breaks over his face is brilliant, and he knows it's stupid but it's all he can say, so overwhelmed with happiness and the soft timbre of ryousuke's voice. ]