Relationship: Musa Kamala/Sugiyama “Shindou” Takashi
Fandom: Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru | Run with the Wind
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 1/20
Tags: Slow Burn, Post-Canon, Roommates, Friends With Benefits, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Pining, Fluff, Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol
Shindou had been many things to Musa over the years: his best friend, his teammate, kinda sorta maybe the biggest crush he’s ever had…
And as of graduate school, Shindou would be his roommate again. This time, in a tiny, one room apartment.
What else would Shindou become to him along the way?
There were multiple paths to Shindou’s apartment.
Most days, he took the shortest route. Of course, of course he’d take the shortest route. The sooner he made it to Shindou, the better.
Sometimes, on days when the weather was just right, he’d take the scenic route. And pictures, he’d take so many pictures, all to share when he arrived.
Some days, though. Some days, he’d take the longest path possible. Because there was a feeling bubbling inside of him, bubbling and bubbling until his heart was ready to burst:
Good, ol’ fashioned, run-of-the-mill anxiety.
The thing was, in Japan, Christmas was for couples.
But weekends were for Shindou.
Well, more specifically, for spending time with Shindou at his place. It was no big deal, really. Just two friends, doing just friend things. Like sharing a meal they made together where their hands brushed at least twice every time (not that he was counting), watching romantic movies cause they both just so happened to like them (or horror movies, sitting too close, Shindou letting Musa cling to his arm), sitting on the tiny balcony that barely fit the two of them to watch the stars and talk about anything and everything (and Shindou never mentioned even a tiny hint at any new love interest, not that Musa was paying super close attention or anything like that), and setting their futons side by side (and definitely not stealing glances at Shindou in the morning to catch how pretty his lashes were as his eyes slowly fluttered awake).
And Christmas just happened to be on a weekend.
They were going to be together. For Christmas. Alone.
Just like any other weekend.
