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[dazelofi]

જ⁀➴ i want something more — RENGIYUU

no warning, just fluff / angst (?)

border made by: cafekitsune :)

It was at that moment he realized.

I’m going to marry that man someday.

Under the blinding lights of the rave atmosphere, the burst of colors bouncing off his radiant blue eyes, a beautiful glow surrounding him as the rest of the crowd dissolved from his vision.

It was silly, incredibly silly for the way he found him so indescribably attractive in such a messy state. Attracted to the way his lips pulled into the biggest smile, the echo of his laughter barely reaching him, the ear-deafening music restricting him from fully appreciating that sweet sound.

His semi-long tousled hair bouncing with every jump he’d take, clearly lost in the enjoyment. Drool pooled from the corner of his lips, mixed with the alcohol he was currently downing. He’d look disgusting to any other sober person, a messy good-for-nothing stranger laughing his worries away in this sleazy quaint bar.

Oh but not to him. Never to him. At least, not at the moment.

If you’d were to ask him hours prior of their arrival, Kyojuro would only respond with a roll of his eyes and a dismissive hand, implying it was such a ridiculous notion. They were only friends.

Only ever friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

I don’t want this.

I don’t want to be JUST friends.

He pushed through the crowd, mumbling insincere apologies as he bumped into a few strangers on the way. Once he was standing face to face with his best friend, Kyojuro wasted no time tearing him away from the dance floor, grip on his wrist, tugging him towards the exit of the bar.

“What’s going on?” Giyuu tipped his head to the side, unable to put up much of a fight due to his tipsy state. Met with silence, his eyes dropped to their connected hands, a lopsided smile resting on his lips.

They stopped by a nearby park, Kyojuro plopping down on a bench with an annoyed sigh. He motioned Giyuu to sit down, patting the empty space beside him which he wasted no time in claiming. The two remained silent, their gazes fixed upon the crescent moon. Eyes dancing across the dark navy skies, one had the courage to break the silence.

“So.. what was that about?”

Kyojuro ran a hand over his hair, realizing how ridiculous he must’ve looked. He had no right to end Giyuu’s night, especially when the man was finally letting loose. Yet, the way men and women would occasionally grind into him would light a fire inside him, his mind screaming at him to just claim those plump pink lips with his own, making it known to everyone on that dance floor that this man was his.

But he’s not yours. Get yourself together!

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He opted for a lie, hoping that one day he’d have the courage to confess his feelings. His eyes flickered to his appearance; hair seemingly a bit more tamed than before, corners of his lips wiped clean. No matter what state this man was in, his beauty wouldn’t become any less.

He could feel himself slipping, hand cupping the side of Giyuu’s face. Under the moon’s grace, he appeared to be much more beautiful, and he’d prefer this relaxing atmosphere than any other. Kyojuro bitterly smiled, sliding his hand past his cheek and resting it on his head, ruffling his hair.

“Let’s go home, yeah? I bet you’re really tired.” He pushed himself off the bench and stretched his arms over his head, ignoring the puzzled expression on Giyuu’s face. He heard shuffling before he found Giyuu standing beside him, avoiding his gaze entirely.

“Yeah.. let’s go.”

a/n: i love rengiyuu so much so i’m expressing that love through fan writing 😭 i’m sorry if it’s a bit messy, i still have a lot to learn but i hope you all enjoyed my first piece !!