Hug meme: 7 + one of your choice!
* hug prompts (Accepting)
send a number for a hug! feel free to combine prompts.
7 - a hug where one muse picks the other up
10 - a ‘ please don’t go ’ hug (+my choice )
Takeru barely remembered a time where he’d felt such random, sudden bursts of affection around another person. He had closed himself off, hiding behind fists and bad mouthed words, refusing any kindness from the world. Perhaps the last person, before Yusaku, who had seen his softer side had been Kiku, back in his hometown.
Yusaku drew forth another kind of affection in him, something warm and fluttery he was scared to put a name to yet. But more and more, he fought less his impulses to reach out, to touch, to hold, to be soft instead of rough. And he liked it, he didn’t want to let this go.
He couldn’t really say what possessed him in that moment, Yusaku walking a couple steps ahead of him, knowing Takeru was following even with his back turned. The path was quiet, desolate, the autumn leaves fell around Yusaku’s feet. The seasons changed, and so did something between them. Would they change more?
Would he loose this, too?
Takeru took two steps and then he was jogging towards him. Before he could give it reason, he put his arms around Yusaku’s middle from his side, hoisting him off the ground just a few inches. With his strength, it was easy.
“Got you.” He grinned, face buried in Yusaku’s shoulder for a moment. “You ought to watch your back, Yusaku.” Fujiki became Yusaku. When had that happened?
“Hey.” He squeezed the other boy, something almost desperate clutching at his heart. He looked up at Yusaku. He wondered if that vulnerable feeling showed in his eyes. “Stay.” ‘Don’t go.’ He quickly added, catching himself. “For–dinner do you–want to? Stay?”
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