♗ >:)
he’s been back for all of three days and already rinis spreading himself too thin, if you were to ask sousuke. it probably has to do with the fact that everyone seems to want a piece of the other boy. nitori, momotarou, haru, makoto, nagisa, gou, the list goes on and on. everyone wants to see him, spend time with him, and rin complies, because that’s how he is ; willing to do anything for his friends and family. sousuke likes that about him. though, he has on more than one occasion reminded his best friend that it’s okay to be a little selfish from time to time. not that he listens. ( sousuke didn’t expect him to ). so, he accompanies him from time to time ; listens to whatever stories rin tells him about their other friends. ( it’s still odd to think that his friends are now sousuke’s friends as well ).
they’re in his room that night, spending hours playing a new game makoto had told him about. there’s cussing and shoving ; cheers of victory and angry grumbling. it’s a little after eleven p.m. when he tosses the controller to the side, the heel of his hand pressing against his eyes while a yawn slips through his lips. as he turns his head, lips already forming the syllables of his friend’s name, a familiar weight hits his shoulder. red strands drape over the sleeves of his hoodie, rin’s head resting atop his shoulder ; eyes closed and lips slightly parted. a huff escapes his throat, accompanied by a quiet ‘figures’. he watches him for a moment, observing the way a few strands brush against his nose. ‘i need to get a haircut’ is what rin would probably say if he caught him staring, followed by the other boy pushing the strands away — as he always does.
fingers brush against his friend’s hair, pushing the strands away from his face and tucking them behind his ear. a smile forms on his lips as he leans against his headboard, eyes falling shut moments later.
