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[princekousei]

[princekousei]

@edmunculus

     “Hey, Ed?” Kousei asked, leaning over and resting his head on his best friend’s shoulder. It felt familiar and warm, and Kousei had to resist snuggling closer. The sun had long set, leaving behind a chilly fall night, and Kousei had decided to spend it inside, on his couch, watching a movie with Ed. “Um, about earlier... today...” Kousei followed Ed’s prosthetic hand as it reached up and paused the movie.

     “I mean, you’re always gonna be my best friend, y’know, but, uhh...” Kousei’s gaze fell to his hands, and he wrung them together nervously, “What exactly... did that mean, earlier? Y’know, for... us... if you don’t, uhh, mind me asking...”

     Suddenly, Kousei’s face lit up bright red. “E-Er, I mean, uh, n-nevermind, y-you can forget I asked! I-If you want! U-Uh!”

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edmunculus.

     Ed found himself giggling like an idiot in an attempt to not get any more embarrassed than he already was. “Yer really way too sweet, y’know? And really cute, to boot.”

     Upon Kousei’s noticing of Ed’s dead prosthetic and growling stomach, Ed shifted his free hand from his face.

     “Yeah, my arm could really use some damn charging. It’s kinda useless, y’know?” He sat up and used his hand to pick up his prosthetic, and softly flopped it around to prove his point. “Oh, and pancakes are a damn good idea. I can NEVER deny pancakes.”

     “H-Hey!” Kousei squeaked, cheeks puffing up in a pout. “I’m not cute!” But he couldn’t keep up the pout for long before he started laughing. Ed shaking his dead arm around didn’t really help, and he found himself in a giggling fit that made his sides hurt.

     When his laughing subsided, a huge smile had spread across his face. “Here, I’ll get the charger you left here for you...” Kousei crawled off the bed, having to maneuver over Ed in the process, and started rummaging around in a drawer, looking for the cord.

     Finally, the pianist pulled the long, black charger out of the drawer, plugging it into the wall and handing the other end to Ed. “Here you go,” he offered with a smile. “Just wait here while you charge it up, and I’ll be back in a jiffy!” 

     After making sure Ed was all set (and wrapped up in the warmest and fluffiest blanket Kousei could find), Kousei scampered off to the kitchen to start on the pancakes.

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edmunculus.

     Ed couldn’t help but laugh as Kousei stumbled through his words, feeling his face slowly heat up as Kousei rambled on about how much he liked his best friend. Kousei saying that he wanted to kiss Ed forever was too much for him, and he hid his face in his hand.

     Peeking through his fingers, Ed did his best not to stutter.

     “I… wouldn’t exactly mind kissing you forever. I’ve, uh, liked you for a long ass time too and, y’know, I didn’t think you’d like someone as rough and rowdy as I am, so… uh… I’m glad. Really glad.”

     “What?!” Kousei yelped, pulling back from Ed’s shoulder to look at his face. “What do you mean I wouldn’t like you? What’s there not to like?” he asked. “You’re cool, and smart, and really strong, and you have a cute smile, and a nice face, and I like your laugh, and we’ve known each other forever so you know me better than anybody else, y’know?”

     Then, realizing what he’d just said, Kousei face returned to its bright red color. “Er, uh, sorry, that’s embarrassing, uh...— I-I’m glad, too!” he squeaked, realizing it was impossible to take any of it back... even if he’d meant it. 

     “Sorry, eh, I’m really... not good at... words,” he giggled, cheering up a bit, “But you know that.”

     Kousei suddenly took in his surroundings: Ed’s flopped-over-and-dead prosthetic arm, the early morning light drifting in from the window over Ed’s hair, and the simultaneous growl of their stomachs.

     “Oh!” he chirped, “Don’t you need to charge your arm? And, uh, do you want some breakfast? I’ll make you something, if you want... like, pancakes or something! I know how much you like those...”

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edmunculus.

     Ed was pleasantly surprised when Kousei didn’t immediately pull back from the kiss. He was almost certain that Kousei hadn’t reciprocated his feelings for the pianist, even if Al had tried to convince him otherwise hundreds of times. Ed was honestly tempted to go even further and try to sneak his tongue in, but eventually decided against it when he noticed Kousei slowly pulling away.

     And then, Kousei did something ridiculously cute, again. The clinging to Ed’s shirt, the silly “am I dreaming” mumbling, and the soft asking for more. Kousei really was killing Ed, and he wasn’t complaining.

     “Of course you’re not dreaming,” Ed giggled, moving his hand to the back of Kousei’s head. “It. It totally happened. And… uh…”

      Ed leaned closer to Kousei, and kissed Kousei again. Actions speak louder than words, right? Ed thought to himself, humming into the kiss. He really was enjoying this far too much.

     Kousei thought that if this went on any longer, his head would explode. But he certainly wouldn’t be complaining. He’d been hoping, wishing that this would happen for more years than he could count on one hand, and it was just too much to take in that it just so happened to happen now. But what time was better than now?

     The pianist felt Ed’s warm hand on the back of his neck, and practically melted into a puddle. His eyes slid closed, and he found himself clutching tighter to Ed’s shirt. 

     “I-I,” Kousei began, breaking away from the kiss for embarrassment’s sake and hiding his strawberry-colored face in his hands, “I-I didn’t think, uh, that this... I didn’t think you, y’know, uh... liked me... like that, I...

     “Ah, a-ah, uh, s-sorry, that’s embarrassing, uh... I just... don’t know what to say, y’know, ‘cause I’ve liked you, y’know, like this for, for like forever, and I... It’s just a lot to take in, y’know, ‘cause... Ah, I’ll shut up, gosh...”

     Slowly, Kousei wrapped one arm around Ed’s middle, and pulled himself close to his best friend, hiding his face in Ed’s shoulder. “...I just wanna keep kissing you forever. Is that bad?”

     Then, Kousei startled. “W-Wait! Shoot! I said I’d shut up! Guh. Sorry.” And then he buried his face back into Ed’s shoulder.

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edmunculus.

     Ed was still processing the fact that Kousei was, in fact, snuggling him when the other boy woke up. He could feel the dead weight of his prosthetic, its battery dead from not being charged. When Kousei scooted back, Ed attempted to do the same, but stumbled as he had tried to use his dead prosthetic.

     “A-ah, um, it’s. It’s fine. Really. Seriously. Uh.” Ed stammered, trying to calm himself down. His heart was racing a mile a minute, and Kousei was being cute and stutter-y. It was killing Ed. All he wanted to do was kiss his childhood friend square on the mouth.

     And that’s when the idea hit him. What would happen if Ed just kissed Kousei? Would Kousei reject him? Would Kousei kiss back? Ed’s mind, like his heart, was racing a mile a minute.

     His scientific mind wanted to experiment so it could see what would happen if the blond kissed the blushing boy in front of him. Ed swallowed what little self-control he had left, grabbed Kousei’s hand with his own, pulled Kousei close, and kissed him.

     Kousei almost ran away. He really did. But part of him was screaming, Just stay! See what happens! and he just couldn’t push it down far enough to actually move himself away.

     So he settled for turning his gaze down to his sweater-covered hand, which was resting gently against Ed’s chest. His fingers gripped the fabric covering them, and he held onto it for dear life. He knew his face was getting redder by the second, and he knew he should move away, but god he just wanted to stay there a little longer...

     Just when Kousei was about to talk himself into pulling away, he felt Ed’s fingers brush against his chin, urging him to look up, and for a moment Kousei thought, oh, I must still be dreaming after all. So he looked up.

     And then, the impossible happened: Ed’s lips brushed against Kousei’s, and Kousei’s heart stopped.

     Even in dreams, that never happened...

     Kousei’s hand moved from Ed’s waist to clutch at his shirt, and he willed this to maybe not actually be a dream, because he’d just been waiting on it for so damn long... and Ed’s lips were surprisingly soft for how rough the rest of him seemed to be...

     Slowly, Kousei pulled back, his eyes wide and glossy. “D-Did. Did that actually happen... or... a-am I dreaming?” Then, Kousei slapped a hand over his mouth, realizing how stupid what he’d just said sounded. “E-Er, I mean, uh...” he mumbled through the fabric of his sweater sleeve. 

     “I-If... If that did happen... C-Can...can we do it again?”

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     In his early-morning sleepiness, Kousei snuggled closer to Edward. In his head, he justified it, thinking it must just be a nice dream. He wouldn’t let the warm early morning light bother him in the slightest. 

     Unlucky for him, and also for Ed, Kousei’s ear was pressed right up against the place above Ed’s heart. He heard Edward’s heartbeat speed up, and, disturbed from his restfulness, he blinked his eyes sleepily open. He wondered what was wrong with dream-Ed, and figured he’d check if he was having a nightmare or something.

     But then, when he realized how sleepy he felt, how the morning light was streaming in through the gap in the curtains, and how red Edward’s face was, Kousei realized the truth: this was, in fact, real, he really did have his arm around Ed’s waist, and he was currently pressed right up against Ed’s chest.

     “O-Oh!” Kousei squeaked, pulling back a bit, even if he didn’t really want to. He just knew that his face was as red as a tomato, and there was nothing he wanted more than to just disappear. “Gosh, s-sorry, I, I do stupid things in my sleep sometimes, ah, uh—! I w-was just having this dream, and, I, I dunno I must’ve moved in my sleep, ah, I’m so sorry—...”

     Ed had been awake for a while, but was stubbornly refusing to open his eyes. He could tell how bright the room was - it had always been sunny in the mornings in his own room, but Kousei’s seemed to somehow get more sun than his own.

       He also noticed something else. He was much warmer than usual, as if someone had attached a heater to him. There was no way that he was so warm just because of a blanket. It also felt much heavier around his waist then usual.

       The boy finally opened his eyes, and what greeted him shocked him fully awake.

      When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by Kousei’s sweet, sleeping face snuggled into his chest, and his arms around Ed’s waist. He had to keep himself from screaming, as he had just been thinking about this the night before.

     Holy fucking shit, Ed thought. Maybe God IS real.

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edmunculus.

     God, I wish that pillow was me… Ed thought to himself, trying not to blush at the idea of Kousei wrapping his arms around the blond. He stretched, wondering how his arm’s battery was doing. He decided that if he really needed to charge it, he’d do it in the morning.

     “Well, I’m sleepy as hell for once, so I’m just gonna… sneak in.” He shuffled himself onto his designated side, facing Kousei. Ed briefly sat up to grab the blanket, and covered himself and Kousei with it.

     “G’night.”

     “Oh, that’s fine. I’m gonna fall asleep any second now anyway...” Kousei pulled the blanket a bit closer to himself, taking care not to steal it from Ed, and hugged his pillow a bit closer.

     “Goodnight, Ed... Sleep well...” The pianist’s eyes fell closed, and he was out like a light.

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edmunculus.

     “No, I definitely mean No Sleep Disorder.” Ed joked, ruffling Kousei’s hair a bit.  It was a habit he had gained from being an older brother. He had to keep himself from kissing the top of Kousei’s head somehow, and ruffling hair was the way to go.

     Wait… did I seriously just think about kissin’ Kousei’s head again? Ed mentally facepalmed himself. And that’s when Kousei started dragging him to bed. Kousei was being so cute that it was killing Ed.

     Doing his best not to just kiss Kousei on the spot, Ed sat on his assigned side of the bed. “Of course it’s fine. I can even tuck ya in if you want.”

     Kousei flopped onto his side of the bed, curling up with his back facing the wall. “You don’t have to do that, silly,” he protested, but he knew Ed would probably do it anyway, so he shifted and got comfortable with his arms wrapped around a spare pillow. “I mean, I won’t complain if you do, though, but you know that...”

     The pianist found himself blushing, hiding his face in the pillow under the guise of getting sleepy. The two of them had had many nights together like this, sleeping in the same bed just inches apart, and often Kousei couldn’t help but imagine just cuddling up to Ed, wrapping his arms around him...

     Gah! he thought, cursing himself, I gotta stop thinking about this! It’s ridiculous...and embarrassing...and never gonna happen...

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edmunculus.

    “Well, you know me. I have chronic No Sleep disorder.” Ed snickered as he dusted himself off. The side of Kousei’s house always had a lot of dirt and such on it, which Ed had always wondered about. It seemed like his family was mostly the neat type.

     After brushing himself off, Ed threw his non-prosthetic arm around Kousei’s shoulder. “Al’s cat was sleeping in my room and decided to throw a tantrum in the middle of the goddamn night. I know I should tell Al that I don’t want Sir Fluffikins sleeping in my room, but he’d throw those damn puppy dog eyes at me and I’d wouldn’t be able to keep tellin’ him no.”

     “Don’t you mean ‘insomnia’?” Kousei offered, giggling. He made an attempt at helping Ed dust off, but Ed was a professional after all these years and didn’t really need it.

     Kousei leaned a bit under the weight of Edward’s arm, but didn’t particularly mind it. It was warm and familiar, and Kousei couldn’t help but lean into Ed a bit. He was getting sleepier by the second. “I’d gladly have Sir Fluffikins sleep in my room instead if it meant you’d be able to get some rest. You know me, I wouldn’t even mind. Or notice.”

     Not-so-subtly, Kousei dragged Ed toward the bed. “It’s really late, though, and I was just about to fall asleep when you knocked... is it alright if...?” He motioned toward the bed, yawning, and rubbed at his eyes with his pajama shirt sleeve. 

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     The clock struck 2:30 AM, and Kousei was still awake. He’d been having trouble sleeping more and more lately, and wasn’t quite sure why. But he’d often find himself sitting in bed, notating sheet music by nothing but the moonlight at an ungodly hour.

     He was beginning to get a bit sleepy when he heard a couple of taps on his windowpane. Kousei looked up to see something that wasn’t all that unusual; Edward was perched on his windowsill, motioning for Kousei to come open the window for him.

     Kousei, sleepy and pajama-clad, got up and shuffled over to the window to open it. “Hey,” he said, giving Ed a sleepy smile and helping him down into the room. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

[princekousei]

i met the girl under full-bloomed cherry blossoms. and my fate has begun to change.

[princekousei]

“You’re in love with Coca-Cola. You’re in love with guitartabs.com. You’re in love with Guitar Center!”

This is actually a real quote from the Kousei dub actor himself.  

(Taken from the YLIA Dub Blooper reel.)