Usami Akihiko | Author | Allergic to work | Bears for life | Headover heels for Hiroki. Rp blog for Akihiko Usami | NSFW content will appear. please read 'rules'
The faintest rays of sunlight peaking through his blackout curtains stirred the ashen blonde awake. Lavender eyes blinking open as the room came into a spiraling focus.
Akihiko had been pacing his living area, phone to his ear as he left Hiroki yet another voice message.
He usually picked up within the first couple of rings, the first try, why the hell was he going to voicemail back to back?
Looking down at the device, he tapped out a message to the brunette;
“Answer. It’s important!.” Is what it said, then he hit send.
Deciding to take a seat on his couch, giving Hiroki time to stop whatever he could possibly be doing, read his message and call back. Phone still in hand, Akihiko stared down at the black screen. It had been at least 2 minutes since the message, right?
A thought crossed his mind that his friend could possibly be ignoring his calls, though he pushed it away before it could manifest too much. There was no way Hiroki would ignore him.
Shaking his head to clear the intruding suspicions, the man shrugged into his coat and headed out; he was going to see what was keeping Hiroki distracted.
He made it to the others dorm in record time and took a minute to gather himself before knocking loudly on the wooden door.
“Kamijou!” Yeah, not using his given name was a punishment for neglecting him for so long.
A blissful ‘pop’ sounded as Akihiko stretched his arms, his back tingling at the sensation of being pulled taut, he let out a soft groan of satisfaction as he slumped his body forward.
He had been hunched over for far too long. Had it actually been hours?
Rubbing his eyes, he realigned his glasses and stood from his chair situated at his writing station, where he had been all day.
Wandering downstairs to the kitchen, he found his target and before the other could be any the wiser, he engulfed the petite brunette in a bear-like hold.
“Misaki,” he purred into his partners ear. “Recharging.” came the small mumble.
Within the confines of the luxury apartment complex, Misaki was situated in the kitchenette. His mousy brown tresses swept up haphazardly into a small pony and an apron tied around his lithe neck back and small waist. His hands were busy slicing small sausages into octopus shapes (at Usagi’s request) before adding in some vegetables.
When those familiar arms snaked around him, the reaction from the smaller male was instantaneous. “You idiot, you scared me!” He whipped his head around in annoyance, one of his utensils dropping to the ground. Since he was captured, he was unable to grab for it. “Eh? What does that even mean?! Did you finish your work?” Misaki squirmed, still flushed from the sudden attack. Usagi always seemed to know the most effective ways to charm and enrapture him.
“Of course I did.” He author mumbled against the smaller man’s shoulder.
He inhaled deeply, the scent of Misaki causing his brain to fog. He had truly missed the brunette, which some would find odd considering he had only seen him a few hours prior.
“Misaki..” He purred, sleep tinging his voice. “We need a holiday.”
Akihiko kept Misaki pinned in the same spot, testing to see if he would try to push away first. It was a little game he enjoyed playing, without his partners knowledge of course.
A blissful ‘pop’ sounded as Akihiko stretched his arms, his back tingling at the sensation of being pulled taut, he let out a soft groan of satisfaction as he slumped his body forward.
He had been hunched over for far too long. Had it actually been hours?
Rubbing his eyes, he realigned his glasses and stood from his chair situated at his writing station, where he had been all day.
Wandering downstairs to the kitchen, he found his target and before the other could be any the wiser, he engulfed the petite brunette in a bear-like hold.
“Misaki,” he purred into his partners ear. “Recharging.” came the small mumble.
The faintest rays of sunlight peaking through his blackout curtains stirred the ashen blonde awake. Lavender eyes blinking open as the room came into a spiraling focus.
The door clicking shut almost echoed throughout Akihiko’s small apartment. The emptiness Hiroki left behind was practically suffocating. Akihiko did not like it. Not one bit.
Settling on taking a shower, the silver haired man headed toward the bathroom, swiping a towel from his dresser before he entered. He allowed himself to relax under the cascading warmth, his muscles moaning in appreciation of the massage-like shower head. Every time Hiroki left, his world felt like it was collapsing around him. Like the pillars he built couldn’t sustain the weight of his guilt.
Groaning, he finally stepped out of the shower and fixated on his appearance in the steamed mirror. He was looking hallow-cheeked and scrawny as of late. He really ought to take better care of himself.
Though stress of his situation kept him from doing so, the people around him not aware the full extent of his inner turmoil and putting his depleting self-care down to his laziness.
Another groan. Rubbing at his forehead with his palm to rid of the headache still lingering from earlier, Akihiko then headed into the bedroom to get himself ready.
{ ~~~~ }
It had been a couple of hours since his shower and here Akihiko was, phone in hand, listening to his first love waffle on about how he cannot make it to their meet up. His brother had come home from school early due to something or other and he was going on a surprise date with that girl.
Akihiko had to hide his scoff, though the grim expression he wore was on full display. No body was around to catch him after all.
“I understand.” He repeated for what felt like the 100th time in their 5 minute conversation.
“I just... I think I could really like her. She suggested meeting up, that’s a good sign right?” Takahiro spoke softly, giddiness clear as crystals in his voice.
“Yeah. It sounds like a good sign. Don’t let me keep you. Have fun, Takahiro.”
The other happily said his goodbyes and the call ended there.
The mobile phone gave a slight creak in his now tight fist. Jaw tensed and eyes fixed to the floor. Why? Why did he keep doing this to himself? He wasn’t sure if Takahiro was just so dense, or if he was playing some cruel joke. Was that deja vu?
Shaking his head, like his thoughts were an etch-a-sketch, he dialed Hiroki.
The faintest rays of sunlight peaking through his blackout curtains stirred the ashen blonde awake. Lavender eyes blinking open as the room came into a spiraling focus.
Akihiko groaned softly as a dull pounding began at the back of his head and he instinctively rubbed sleep out of his eyes.
What time was it?
Where was he?
That was when a breathy snore caught his attention next to him. He peaked over to get a view of the warm body pressing against his side, horror clear on his face as he wrecked his brain to remember who it might be. Though upon seeing the sleeping persons face, the bile that had risen died down and he relaxed; It was Hiroki. Thank god.
The adolescent slowly sat, partially not wanting to disturb his companion, but mostly because his head was now throbbing uncomfortably. He chanced a glance at his naked self, then Hiroki’s naked form and groaned once again.
Yeah, last night was coming back to him. Fuzzy, as if white static was blurring his vision while his brain played back the movie reel for the night before.
He shook his head, hoping he could erase the thoughts and got to his feet, allowing them to drag his aching body to the bathroom so he could clean himself up.
Akihiko stared at his much paler than usual complexion in the bathroom mirror. Hickies, though only lightly scattering his chest, were present and he ghosted a hand across them.
He had been drinking with Takahiro, he remembered that clear as day. Then some female students had joined them, flirting with the pair and one particularly getting Takahiro flustered. Akihiko tsk’d as he recalled his jealousy, causing him to leave the group early and call his other friend, Hiroki Kamijou. It was there that his evening took an interesting twist and he ended up sleeping with Hiroki instead.
He had to stop doing this to the brunette, it wasn’t fair, but he craved intimacy and an ego boost - that which Hiroki, he knew, would give.
Akihiko swiped his hand across his face, finished up in the bathroom and exited.
The bedroom, when he entered again, was awash with sunlight and the once sleeping man next to him was sitting up awake.
Akihiko’s eyes followed as Hiroki gathered his bag. Not missing the mumbling words leaving his mouth, the late-teen smiled to himself.
“Yes, the bedroom was your only stop.” He said, trying to be as flippant as he could muster.
Eyes still trained on the brunette, Akihiko had gotten to his feet now, making his way toward the smaller man. Detecting Hiroki’s tone and how his eyes looked anywhere but actually at him made the situation descend into tension. A looming cloud of unrequited desire and unspoken words fell upon the pair as Akihiko stood just a few feet from the other.
Hiroki’s words caught him off-guard. It was unlike his friend to come across so needy. Pleading almost.
Akihiko moved from one foot to the other, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.
The faintest rays of sunlight peaking through his blackout curtains stirred the ashen blonde awake. Lavender eyes blinking open as the room came into a spiraling focus.
“Decide for yourself what you feel like you want to spend the rest of your life doing.”
That certainly seemed easy enough, though much harder to put into practice. He would have to go against his father, in turn go against his family. They wouldn’t understand and likely disown him as a result. Though, something in him didn’t quite mind the latter.
Would it be easy? Would he find some semblance of peace? Would he know of true passion if he chose writing over law?
He hadn’t heard Hiroki speak, nor did he notice him leave to go into the kitchen, too wrapped up in his own thoughts and that self-loathing fog began to drift ever closer to the front of his brain.
Then came a warmth at his side, radiating and so close he felt himself itching to latch on and cling to it. The fig dissipating once again.
He lifted his head, looking up at the impassive expression of the brunette.
His jaw tensed again before he spoke.
“I’m meeting with Takahiro in a few hours. I really should get myself ready.”
some people seem to forget so here’s a reminder that HIROKI IS A YOUNG MASTER OF HIS HOUSE AND THAT THIS KID IS (ONE OF??) THE FIRST PERSON (EVER?) TO READ AKIHIKO’S WRITING????????
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