#watamakki

Takahiro’spalms were sweating. He had thought that was only something thathappened in books, like the tawdry romance novels Matsukawa read. Aheroine’s palms went slick when she saw her beloved returned fromthe war, the memory of their last fight and angry goodbyes stillringing in her head…

Reallife was nothing as dramatic as that. Real life was Takahiro and hissweaty palms and Watari looking at him like he was growing more andmore concerned for him, and shit, Takahiro had been staring at himtoo long, hadn’the-

“Hanamaki-senpai,is everything okay?” Watari asked. Takahiro swallowed hard and heldout one hand, fingers closed around his sweaty palm. Watari lookedmore confused than ever, but he held out his own hand in acceptance.Takahiro let drop his burden, and with it plummeted his heart, whichthen rose to pound in his throat. He wished he could take it back,but it was too late now; Watari was already pulling his hand back andlooking at the button in his own, not-sweaty palm in confusion.“Senpai?” Takahiro realized he was still holding his hand out andlet it drop to his side, too quickly.

“I,um.” Takahiro’s words died on his lips. Watari looked from thebutton in his hand to Takahiro’s blazer and back again.

“Senpai,aren’t you supposed to give this to someone you like?” Watariasked. “You know, the person closest to your heart and all that?”

“It’syou,” Takahiro blurted. “It’s always been you. I. Um. I do likeyou. Yeah.”

“Senpai,is this a joke?” Takahiro’s heart sank to somewhere around thelevel of his shoelaces. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants.

“Nota joke,” Takahiro said. “But also not an expectation or anything.I just. Thought you should know, before I go, and all that. But. Um.I’ll be going now.” He turned on his heel and started marchingaway, cursing himself for his own ineptitude.

Thenall of a sudden, a sweaty palm caught at his own.

“Senpai,”said Watari, tugging Takahiro to a stop. “Are you kidding me rightnow? First you drop something like this on me without a warning, andthen you leave before I can even answer?”

“Ididn’t want to pressure you-” Takahiro started, but a fierce lookfrom Watari silenced him.

“No,”Watari said. “You’re gonna hear me out, okay?” His grip onTakahiro’s hand tightened, then softened into something sweet andquestioning. Takahiro squeezed his hand back.

“Goahead,” He whispered.

“Ihave been waiting for two years for you to notice me,” Watarisnarled. “I have been in love with you from day one, and you do notget to just confess and then walk away like that. I demand a futuretogether, with dates and domesticity and hand-holding and kisses.Lots of kisses. So. Start now.”

“Ialready have,” Takahiro said, holding up their joined hands forWatari to see.

“Notwhat I meant,” Watari snapped. Takahiro grinned, leaning in close.

“Iknow it’s not,” he said, hovering just out of reach. Watarirolled his eyes and leaned up to close the distance between them.

Whenthey arrived at the team’sgraduation party a few hours later hand in sweaty hand, a cheer wentup around the room. But it was nothing compared to the celebration inTakahiro’s heart. He turned to grin at Watari, only to find Watarigrinning back at him.

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Takahiro’s heart is nearly bursting from his chest as he drops forward and presses himself into the ground as much as he can, trying to hide in the shadows and the dirt.  He can hear a few of the others blundering around further away and he has to swallow the urge to call out for them.  Especially when he hears a familiar yelp of pain.

The silence afterward chills him to the bone.

This was supposed to be fun.  Supposed to be just a nice fall weekend experience.  Hay rides and pumpkins and pretty leaves.

This was supposed to be the weekend he finally gave in to all the teasing and knowing looks and swallowed his pride and asked Watari to move in with him officially.  To make this on again off again fall break winter holidays thing of theirs something more permanent.

And it had started off brilliantly.  The day had been clear and cool.  The leaves had been crunchy.  His friends has been only minimally irritating.

Then the wagon they were taking their hay ride in had busted something and left them stranded about halfway between the pumpkin patch and the corn maze.  The driver had headed back towards the pumpkin patch, telling them he should be back in an hour or so, and left them all alone.

(Takahiro wonders what happened to the man in the time between leaving them on the dusty road and them finding his lifeless body sprawled among the crushed pumpkins.  Is it the same thing that happened to the lady in the gift shop?  The other families and friends that had been spending the day at the farm?  Does he really want to know?)

The corn a few feet away rustles from something other than the wind and Takahiro tenses, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.  He wishes he had a flashlight.  Or that he hadn’t lost his phone when he tripped over the stack of hay bales next to the barn.  He wishes he had never agreed to come on this trip.

A figure stumbles between the corn stalks and Takahiro swears he must be hallucinating.  He blinks hard as the person looks around frantically.

“Watari?” He whispers.  The person whips around, head twisting as they try to find him.  “Watari!”  Watari squints.  “Down here.”

Watari looks down and his face lights up in relief.

“Oh thank fuck,” Watari whispers.  “I thought you were gone.”

Takahiro shakes his head and pushes himself to his knees.  “I thought you were.”

Watari smiles at him and Takahiro’s chest goes tight at the familiar sight.  Even now he can’t believe how lucky he is that he got to love Watari Shinji and he tells him so.  Kneeling in the dirt of a corn field on, literally, the worst night of his life with fuck knows what hunting them all down he tells Watari all the things he’s sure Watari already knows.

It only takes a few seconds and Watari’s eyes are glistening with tears and he’s smiling down at Takahiro and Watari opens his mouth and nothing comes out.

Takahiro blinks, stomach dropping, and watches Watari’s eyes glaze over, dull and lifeless.

Watari’s body hits the ground and Takahiro can’t even tear his gaze away from Watari to take in the sharp grin of the thing that’s been chasing them.

Takahiro kneels in the dirt and waits for the inevitable.