[ when shu opens the door, nazuna's still holding the phone, as if he can't quite hang up, because when he hears the knock in stereo, he knows shu's actually coming. and it's not like he's not--that would be ridiculous--but a little part of nazuna has always been waiting for shu since he left.
he's spent the past three years hanging onto this, waiting for these very moments, for the way he feels when shu opens the door. the smile on his face goes from little to beatific, widening until he's beaming at him, cheeks flushing pink just at the sight. they both probably look like a mess--nazuna's still got bedhead, he's wearing a faded yellow dance company shirt from when he was twelve and a pair of pink, rabbit print pajama pants, and he's never felt happier to see shu in his life.
he hangs up the phone without taking his eyes off of him, really, and then flushes a little more, nodding to his actual question and putting his smartphone back in his pocket. ]
Thank you. [ he doesn't stutter or stammer, either, even if he's a little flustered (and maybe, still a little lovestruck) and steps in before shu. his apartment is nice, really nice, and he looks around as shu comes inside, turning to face him before moving to settle down on the couch, folding his legs up underneath him as he makes himself comfortable. ]
I'm okay. [ i'm okay now, is what he wants to say, but that feels so unbelievably forward, way too close to a precipice he teetered over for so long, tiptoes on the cliff as he considered everything he'd ever liked about shu when things were almost over, when he opened his mouth to speak and--
shu left. he was gone.
it sobers his thoughts just a little, and he smiles up at shu as he comes in, hands on his ankles. ] Thanks for inviting me over.
[ he tilts his head, a little, a silent: come sit with me? ]
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he's spent the past three years hanging onto this, waiting for these very moments, for the way he feels when shu opens the door. the smile on his face goes from little to beatific, widening until he's beaming at him, cheeks flushing pink just at the sight. they both probably look like a mess--nazuna's still got bedhead, he's wearing a faded yellow dance company shirt from when he was twelve and a pair of pink, rabbit print pajama pants, and he's never felt happier to see shu in his life.
he hangs up the phone without taking his eyes off of him, really, and then flushes a little more, nodding to his actual question and putting his smartphone back in his pocket. ]
Thank you. [ he doesn't stutter or stammer, either, even if he's a little flustered (and maybe, still a little lovestruck) and steps in before shu. his apartment is nice, really nice, and he looks around as shu comes inside, turning to face him before moving to settle down on the couch, folding his legs up underneath him as he makes himself comfortable. ]
I'm okay. [ i'm okay now, is what he wants to say, but that feels so unbelievably forward, way too close to a precipice he teetered over for so long, tiptoes on the cliff as he considered everything he'd ever liked about shu when things were almost over, when he opened his mouth to speak and--
shu left. he was gone.
it sobers his thoughts just a little, and he smiles up at shu as he comes in, hands on his ankles. ] Thanks for inviting me over.
[ he tilts his head, a little, a silent: come sit with me? ]