#romanticshark

they didn't see one another very often anymore. and that was fine, really. haru had his own life, and so did rin. all he needed was the occasional confirmation -- a phone call, a text -- that 'yes haru, we're still friends, and no i don't hate you. yeah, talk to y' later' and he was good to go. but, the phone calls and text messages were getting old.

and sparse.   and to be frank -- a little annoying.

               It took every ounce of his being to not frantically climb into Rin’s bed; every ounce of self-control to settle in under the covers in a calm manner. Yet, when he pressed against the older’s back, his limbs wouldn’t— couldn’t— stop t r e m b l i n g.

               Face presses between his mirror’s shoulder blades as he tried to cease his body’s shaking, only to have a hiccupped sob pierce through the silence over the sound of the other’s  breathing.

               Tears flow freely down pale cheeks, teeth sinking into bottom tier to keep from crying out further, almost piercing it enough to cause bleeding.

               Truthfully, his goal was not to wake the other— it was 2am, after all. Rin didn’t deserve to be woken up with Ren’s pitiful nightmare problem night and night again; yet the shaking against the older twin and the tears that pressed against the middle of his back was probably enough to bring him to stir, Ren apologizing over and over again as quietly as his cracking voice would allow.

Frowny face. “Oi- I followed the rules- Mostly..”

Stepping back with a roll of his eyes, fingers finding and resting on his hip. “Geez, calm down,” he mutters, huffing a breath. “Don’t be so boring on Halloween of all days.”

  "If you wanna deal with one pissed off baby shark be my guest, but I for one would like to keep my balls attached to my body." Crossing his arms over his broad breastbone, the eldest Mikoshiba would watch the teen curiously.