the grand king

          tetsu outright yawns. while, especially during the first few days of him looking after tooru, he’d tried to hide his yawns 〔 more or less successfully 〕 he doesn’t bother now. despite his medication, the brunet is attentive enough to know very well that tetsu is just about as tired as he himself must be. no wonder. they both haven’t slept properly for what feels like  a g e s . their job has stopped tetsurō from being the heavy sleeper he’s been at a younger age. as a teenager he could have slept for days, nowadays though the mere sound of someone turning the doorknob or just the feel of someone moving on the other side of the bed is enough to wake him up. so whenever tooru’s sleep is interrupted by his paining knee, so is tetsu’s.

           he wouldn’t have it any other way though. the black haired assassin wants to be there for tooru and that’s why he  s t a y s . has stayed for over a week and will stay until the other is better. and even though he makes it look like he just prefers staying at tooru’s nice and cozy apartment instead of his own, in reality that isn’t his main intention.  he just wants to be there for a friend. or at least that’s what he tells himself.

          tetsurō tries very hard to concentrate on the movie playing in front of them. the movie that tooru was so excited about. judging by the familiar sounding title, it’s probably a movie that most people have seen but tetsu isn’t one of them. in fact he doesn’t really know  a n y  classic movies, just isn’t that kind of guy. that’s why he doesn’t have a big say in what they’re going to watch, especially not if there’s aliens involved. luckily, tetsu has a generally undemanding nature, so he doesn’t mind.

          for the fact that tooru seemed to like said movie so much, he’s paying very little attention to it. tetsu is well aware that the other is eyeing him and he should probably change to a more decent sitting position, but he’s way too lazy to do that now. his butt is on the very edge of the couch and his legs are stretched out  u n d e r n e a t h  the coffee table that tooru doesn’t allow feet on top of, to resemble a sort of lying position. one of his hands is behind his head while the other arm refrained from resting his elbow onto the brown haired head beside him. ‘the guy is injured’ he keeps telling himself. 

          right when tetsu is about to ask tooru if there was anything he could do for him, the brunet raises his voice first. tetsu-CHAN. he has grown to like the sound of that. it was awfully irritating when tooru started calling him that pretty much right after they first met but now it gives him this childishly  c a r e f r e e  feeling. even if it’s just for a moment. 

                                                              〔  kiss me. 〕

         not in a million years would tetsu have expected THAT to be tooru’s demand. he turns his head to simply stare at the brunet for a while then he frowns in confusion and lets out an awkward chuckle. his first notion is it’s probably the medication speaking. all those pain killers can do a lot to people’s minds. but tooru’s eyes don’t look hazy. there’s a soft tinge of pink on his cheeks that tetsu can’t interpret, but other than that he looks completely clear and certain. before he knows it, the black haired male shrugs and leans in, mumbling a low ❝ whatever, if you want me to. ❞ that comes out way cooler than he actually is. in fact, he’s probably blushing a bit when their lips meet. tetsu is surprised at how soft the other’s lips feel. not quite what he expected his first kiss with a male  f r i e n d  to be like but better. 

          he keeps the kiss rather quick and innocent for now, still not quite sure if the other is in his right mind or not, and has his usual smirk and sort of smug undertone back once they separate. 

                                                ❝ there. did that make it any better? ❞

                                   a part of him feels guilty for having tetsuro here. 

            a part him feels near ashamed that he can't get around as he used to, curses his knee on a daily basis as he does for not making the person who shot him down hurt just as much ( but akaashi got him, didn't he? ). a part of him feels even worse when he sees testuro yawn, tired no doubt, by the lack of sleep either of them are getting. he, with his pained ( but healing ) knee, and tetsuro with his hyperfocused self as all assassins become. he feels bad and tooru tries to make things better. like making sure tetsuro is comfy. like making popcorn. like watching movies. mundane things. but perhaps he should really feel just as BAD for asking tetsuro to kiss him. though, does he REALLY feel that bad for that?

                                                      sort of.    not really.    eh. 

            tooru watches with such keen attentiveness, eyes focused just upon the other. watching. observing. analyzing. he almost wants to laugh at what tetsuro says. the brunet wonders if this is out of nervousness. surely it sounded better in tetsuro's head than out loud, but - yes. yes he does. he DOES want tetsuro to do this ( like he wants many other things ). his gaze slips a little lower, catches onto the faint tinge of PINK that graces the other's cheeks just as tetsuro leans in and presses lips against his own. it is as though lightning struck him. an electric current that travels down the length of his spine and all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes and every strand of hair. it leaves him with a FLUTTER in his heart despite the way this wasn't LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. no. 

            it was just a kiss between TWO FRIENDS ( for now ) that leaves him all the more curious as it did wanting.but surely, even if things didn't go as well as he had hoped, tooru could easily pin it all on the drugs. or maybe he was simply overthinking this. after all, friends could kiss each other any time they wanted, right? tetsuro leaves him with a near starstruck expression, one that tooru is quick to recover from by the smug tone in tetsuro's voice and the return of that signature smirk upon his lips. amazing how quick the kiss had been. just one second and it's gone. a contemplative hum just as he licks his lips, leaning back as though to spend more time on his "official" ruling of the kiss he was given.

                                                                  ❝ just a little. ❞ 

                                              an open invitation or a way to escape. 

tumblr became a very tiring place and while my friends here and the people i have been fortunate and honored to write with, never pressured me to write at their pace, it was very tiring. that might have been easier done if I just deleted a lot of the asks that i got and moved on with threads that were no longer active, but i’m a very sentimental person and i have always saved onto the thought that i would eventually get the time and the muse to answer and write drabbles for everything. truth is, with school getting more and more time consuming and challenging, that wasn’t the case. ya should have listened to yourself smh. 

so with that in mind, i’m tempted to set up an akaashi blog ( a new one bc i forgot my log in to my private one lmao heck ) or hop back onto my sakusa blog, though personally i think i might set up akaashi better. then again, it’s really hard for me to get the time to post and i might end up not making any blog. plus my wrists are hecked up right now, there’s that too. so for now, i guess, if any mutuals are interested in writing with me again, let me know since it’d be nice to have a little vote of confidence. also if you’d would rather talk to me on discord, then you’re free to add me down below. just let me know who’s who.

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