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livefreeordie13 · 6 years

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Souyo for "I never noticed your eyes were this [colour]"? I love your writing by the way.

aw damn jeeze. thanks anon! i uh… changed the line again. :D

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!

Warnings: (crude innuendo of the self-love variety ;D)

(from this list of soft sentence starters)

(Green and Gold)

Yu Narukami was extraordinary. This was a simple fact. When he wasn’t impressing his teachers, he was impressing his fellow classmates - or the neighborhood shop owners, the housewives, Yosuke Hanamura’s own father and store manager of Junes, humanoid creatures from another world. Literally everyone Yu spent more than a few moments with managed to come away star-struck, mystified by his equanimity, his city flair, and his good heart. Any way you sliced it, Yu Narukami was a measure of worth - one Yosuke used to determine his own at the drop of a hat. Yosuke imagined he wasn’t the only one, but it sometimes felt like it.

He wasn’t quite sure it was all jealousy. Yosuke had struggled with that feeling all his young life so he was well familiar with it, and this felt different. Maybe it was exacerbated by the fact that Yu was truly his friend and he truly cared about him, was proud of him, wanted to see him happy, and felt guilty he idolized him so much. Maybe Yu made Yosuke realize for the first time that he hadn’t been trying as hard as he should have, wasn’t all he was supposed to be, because Yu was so up there and Yosuke felt like a toddler on a stool that was still too short to reach the cookie jar.

… Maybe … maybe it was because Yu was causing him to feel things he thought he’d figured out, spreading a fire where there hadn’t been one before. And he probably hated himself a little bit for that. Maybe he hated himself a lot - and felt guilty for that, too, because he knew Yu would be crushed if Yosuke told him something like that. Because Yu was … he was just a good person.

He was too good of a person. Much too good for Yosuke.

Yosuke hid that well, though, those churning feelings that lately hadn’t let him sleep through a full night. It surprised him how easy it was to lock them away when he spent time with him. (Was this what everyone felt like when they had a great secret? Like they could pack it all away inside a tiny wooden box and carry on like its splinters didn’t sting?) Yu didn’t seem to notice the difference in his laughs or jokes, or the types of questions Yosuke started asking him when they were alone - questions about girls, about their friends, questions about what he jerked off to that Yosuke prayed Yu didn’t judge him for.

He was crazy and he knew it; he was in deep and there was absolutely nothing Yosuke could do about it except flounder and cling to the tail end of his composure when a topic got too … personal. Or when Yu - extraordinarily stupid Yu Narukami - complimented him. That one wasn’t entirely fair, he’d insist to fate if he ever met her, because he didn’t receive compliments from people other than his parents and the occasional Junes shift manager. There was no preparing himself for all the feelings he got from them. It was awful and he loved it. He was hopeless.

Thus, he was wholly unequipped that afternoon as he and Yu walked home from school. They’d been in the TV world all day yesterday training now that Kanji was safely back in the real world, so today they carried on at an easy pace down the Samegawa, shoulders much lighter despite their books. The sun was getting warmer these last few weeks, but the weather remained perfect. One of those days that was breezy-but-not-too-breezy and the sky was the vividest blue and there were flowers on every bush. Like a postcard, but Yosuke had never seen postcards that looked like Inaba.

He caught Yu looking at him at one point and assumed he was trying to start a conversation.

“Hm? What’s up?”

Yu didn’t really respond, though, just continued to look at him as their shoes scuffed over the sidewalk. His lips parted.

Yosuke chose to stop walking. Yu staring at him like that was freaking him out (at the very least). “Uh, Yu? Hello. Earth to Yu.” He waved his hand in front of his eyes, but Yu made a face and stopped him, Yosuke’s wrist suddenly held in Yu’s hand. Oh no, okay. Please let go.

Yu gazed intently at him, until Yosuke really was about to rip his wrist free and step back because he was getting closer and woah his mouth. His mouth - “I never noticed your eyes were this colorful,” he said.

“… What?”

“Your eyes. They’re not just brown like most peoples’. They have green and gold in them, too.” Yu let his wrist go but continued to give him (his eyes) his full attention, tilting his head as if to study them from a new angle.

Yosuke blinked - hard - and shook his head. “No they don’t,” he said dismissively, not realizing until after he’d said it how rude it probably was to say. “I-I mean … thanks, but I have no idea what you’re talking about, partner,” he laughed, pitifully.

Yu quirked a frown, easing back a little. “They are. I didn’t notice it until we got in the sunlight but … they’re beautiful.”

That was … odd. Yu had a strange look in his own eyes when he said that, almost plaintive, like there was a wish at the end of that sentence he didn’t finish making. Yosuke’s great secret stretched a claw from its box and tried to crawl up his throat, and while Yosuke was busy swallowing it down, he gazed back to appreciate Yu’s eyes, too, which he never got to do. Ever. They were like the sky, clear and brilliant. Ones he could look at for a while - a long, long while, without the need for anything else.

“Yours, too,” he said, through lips that barely moved and a voice that could barely be heard within the thick air between them.

Yu swallowed, leaned back a little more, which made Yosuke realize he’d been leaning forward without even the littlest effort. He caught himself and Yu put a hand on his arm to steady him before he stumbled, chuckling a little. But Yosuke did not feel like chuckling. He felt like fleeing down the bank of the Samegawa and trudging into the cold waters of the river and never stopping.

“Thanks,” Yu said simply. Then he gave him a small and warm smile.

Something in it, Yosuke wasn’t sure, but it immediately calmed him. Or moved him. Made the hungry feelings feel a little safer in its presence. Whatever, it didn’t make him feel like running anymore, and that was a start.

Yosuke would take it.

He looked down at Yu’s hand still on his arm, and despite himself, he reached up and looped his fingers around Yu’s fingers as if to remove them. But they stayed, brushing over the patterns in Yu’s skin, memorizing its firmness, the pull, the tiny grooves you could only see up close …

“Yosuke.” The word was so still and faint, yet it hit Yosuke like a sudden downpour - one drop, several, and then he was drenched.

He pulled Yu’s fingers off him finally, keeping his hold on them until their arms were down and if he’d held onto them any longer then it would have never stopped. He looked up at him again, unwise but inevitable. He didn’t know how long they stood there - had been standing there - when Yu spoke again, this time in a more normal voice.

“Are you hungry?” It was still soft, though, a little vulnerable. Yosuke wanted to hear it again.

He nodded, eyes still steadfastly staring into Yu’s pale ones.

Yu’s mouth grew serious, his jaw set and lips closed, like he was trying to keep himself under as much control as Yosuke wished he possessed himself. He leaned in, fingers finding Yosuke’s hand and squeezing it briefly, “I’ll make us something,” before letting go and continuing down the road.

Yosuke stood and breathed. He breathed. Willed every raw nerve in his body to calm itself. His body was buzzing, his lips, his fingers, the skin where Yu had touched him. He felt light enough to fly and dizzy enough to sink to his knees. Yu. Extraordinary Yu.

His partner.

“Yosuke!” Yu called from up ahead, and Yosuke shook his head, chuckling to himself, and raced to catch up.

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