( samatoki doesn't know when it all became so easy. to stay like this, with all of his walls broken down, just so he can be swept away by ichiro's infectious energy. it's not like anyone is around to judge him while he tries to be more honest, lying here surrounded by comfortable darkness and a puppy in his arms, but then again he was never the kind of person to act that way to begin with. this is all new territory to him, one that grew easier with time before he even realized it — days turned to months to a year, all in a blink of an eye.
this is where their differences start. while ichiro adapts to anything thrown his way naturally, samatoki is practically an immovable mountain in the middle of the road, unable to change his course nine times out of ten. it's really only thanks to ichiro nowadays that he's starting to learn, and once he got started on something, ichiro would see it through until the end — but it's mutual because samatoki doesn't mind.
samatoki wants to change for him, to be a better person than who he currently is. if that's what it meant to be in love, an emotion still so unknown and raw, as long as ichiro is by his side, he doesn't think he minds it so much. at least there's no denial even if he never admits anything out loud.
but he kisses him back regardless, another chaste kiss and yet it'a just as sincere as the last. samatoki can smell sunshine on him, a bright, warm scent that he can also taste on his lips. it tastes sweet, it tastes happy — little things that remind him that life isn't as unfair as he once thought. when he finally breaks away, he pulls ichiro closer, allowing him to rest his head underneath his chin. the way they are curled into each other is something he could get used to for the rest of his life.
sleep comes to the both of them as easily as they've always matched their rhythms. the only times samatoki stirs is to adjust his grip around ichiro, reeling him back in if he shuffled even just a tiny bit away from him. there might have been a tug-of-war with the blankets, as usual, but no signs of bad dreams and restless sleep.
he wakes up hours later, when the sun starts spilling through the window. ichiro is still sound asleep, but he knows he'll get an earful if he doesn't wake him up now. )
Oi... ( quietly, at first. ) It's morning. Your brothers are gonna be late if you don't wake up now.
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this is where their differences start. while ichiro adapts to anything thrown his way naturally, samatoki is practically an immovable mountain in the middle of the road, unable to change his course nine times out of ten. it's really only thanks to ichiro nowadays that he's starting to learn, and once he got started on something, ichiro would see it through until the end — but it's mutual because samatoki doesn't mind.
samatoki wants to change for him, to be a better person than who he currently is. if that's what it meant to be in love, an emotion still so unknown and raw, as long as ichiro is by his side, he doesn't think he minds it so much. at least there's no denial even if he never admits anything out loud.
but he kisses him back regardless, another chaste kiss and yet it'a just as sincere as the last. samatoki can smell sunshine on him, a bright, warm scent that he can also taste on his lips. it tastes sweet, it tastes happy — little things that remind him that life isn't as unfair as he once thought. when he finally breaks away, he pulls ichiro closer, allowing him to rest his head underneath his chin. the way they are curled into each other is something he could get used to for the rest of his life.
sleep comes to the both of them as easily as they've always matched their rhythms. the only times samatoki stirs is to adjust his grip around ichiro, reeling him back in if he shuffled even just a tiny bit away from him. there might have been a tug-of-war with the blankets, as usual, but no signs of bad dreams and restless sleep.
he wakes up hours later, when the sun starts spilling through the window. ichiro is still sound asleep, but he knows he'll get an earful if he doesn't wake him up now. )
Oi... ( quietly, at first. ) It's morning. Your brothers are gonna be late if you don't wake up now.