#*rei ryuugazaki

Nagisa’s cheeks are puffed out from the third Iwatobi bread he’s crammed into his mouth. There’s cream all over his face. He’s somehow managed to get chocolate on one of his eyebrows. How does he even eat these things to get chocolate on his eyebrows? That’s a question Rei’s probably better off not knowing the answer to and yet still he watches, mesmerised by the sight in front of him. Nagisa swallows hard, pounding his chest to get the lump down, before he grabs another Iwatobi bread from the pile and repeats the process again. It should be terrifying. In many ways it is terrifying. And yet Rei can’t look away.

After the next round of bread, Nagisa notices him watching. Perhaps Rei is looking at him funny, because Nagisa blinks at him several times.

“Somethin’ wrong, Rei-chan?” Nagisa asks.

Rei shakes his head, smiling fondly.

“Nothing at all, I was just thinking about how beautiful you are,” Rei replies.

Nagisa laughs so hard that crumbs spray out of his mouth. It takes him a moment to recover. He even grabs his can of soda and takes a swig to try to settle his chest down from all the laughing. He’s definitely going to get indigestion.

“Beautiful? When I’m stuffing my face like this!” Nagisa gasps, once he’s managed to calm down enough to talk.

Rei reaches forward, wiping some of the cream off Nagisa’s cheek.

There he was again.

The handsome man on the opposite platform. He was there like clockwork every day that Kisumi came to the station. Like Kisumi, he must be making some kind of commute, possibly for work. Their trains crossed the station at similar times each day, but that was the only thing about Kisumi and the handsome man that ever crossed paths.

If they had been getting the same train to the same destination, then Kisumi would’ve undoubtedly talked to the man long before now. Kisumi was not at all shy, but he also wasn’t desperate enough to make an excuse to go to the opposite platform just to talk to this man, no matter how handsome he was. Besides, if Kisumi did that, he’d run the risk of missing his own train.

Perhaps because he couldn’t talk to the man, Kisumi found himself growing more intrigued by him with each time he saw him at the station. He had a feeling that he might’ve met the man before, though they definitely hadn’t gone to school together. Maybe he’d seen him at a culture festival. Though it’d been years since Kisumi had been to one of those, not since high school. So even if he had seen the man at one of those, he couldn’t remember it.

As well as being handsome, the man was tall and well-dressed, always carrying a briefcase and with a sharp pair of glasses to finish off his look. He came across like someone who had his life together. Which was more than could be said for Kisumi… But perhaps Kisumi could be exactly the wild fling that someone who looked so sensible needed in his life. Kisumi would settle for that.