character(s): tomioka giyū, sabito, urokodaki sakonji, makomo.
a/n: this is for the sabigiyuu week (again) and this is for day 3, even though i’m late lol. hope y’all like it and enjoy it. the prompts come from @sabigiyuuweek.
At fifteen, when Sabito had come to him with that certain seriousness on his face —the kind of seriousness he only wore when he had an idea stuck inside his brain and wouldn’t let anything nor anyone get in the way of fulfilling it— he’d resigned himself to follow his best friend’s lead and get carried on whatever it was that he wanted to do.
It had been like that when Sabito had told him he wanted to try kendo, and that of course, you’re coming with me, right, and it had been like that when Sabito had told him he wanted to be a part of the student council, and that we’ll do great there, and it had been like that when Sabito had told him he wanted to learn sign language and flower arrangements and—
And so they had formed a rock band along with Makomo, a girl from the wind instruments club Sabito had convinced to play the drums.
(Not that it required much convincing, with how enthusiastic about it the girl seemed.)
Sabito had, somehow, learnt how to play the electric guitar and how to sing —because yeah, he had a pretty voice, but apparently that wasn’t enough— and roped Giyuu into learning how to play the bass. Which worked really well, apparently, because it didn’t demand attention like the guitar or the vocals, nor did it have the loudness of the drums.
Then they had gotten more involved in music and went from playing on their school’s cultural festival to playing on their city’s festivals, and started to write their own songs, and—
And now they were famous.
Don’t ask Giyuu. It’s a nightmare, and he wants out.
He enjoys music, enjoys playing, enjoys the friendship he and Makomo struck and loves how Sabito looks under the lights, but the spotlight is sometimes too much for him, what with his inability to communicate with other people that aren’t the ever-so-cheerful Makomo or his best friend Sabito.
(Who he’s also head over heels for, but whatever.)
“Mh? What’s this?” Asks Makomo on one of their reunions, holding on her hand a notebook Giyuu could have sworn he’d burnt. “These are good! Are they yours, Giyuu?”
Sabito looks over her shoulder, reading some of the content. His eyes widen, and Giyuu is ready to throw himself out of the window to avoid the following situation.
“Are these—” Sabito starts, a bit struck. “Are these love songs?”
Giyuu nods, blushing and embarrassed because that’s the only way he’s ever been able to canalize his feelings for the peach-haired man who entered in his life at thirteen and has yet to leave.
They’re only lyrics, and some are way too mushy, but that’s the ones Giyuu wrote on all the three am’s he’s had thinking about Sabito, about his feelings and his wantings.
“We can use some of these for the new album!” Makomo exclaims, a light rosy tint on her cheeks at reading some of the more— sensual lyrics, and looks at Giyuu like a cat who caught the canary.
Sabito nods, though he has a pensive expression on his face. “They’re really good, Giyuu. I didn’t know you felt like that about someone?” He says with a confused tone, a tint of sadness in his eyes.
Giyuu’s still too embarrassed and red to do anything but nod.
Later, they talk with the manager about it, and the tracks number three, four, six and nine are songs that come from that thrice-damned notebook. Urokodaki, the manager, likes the lyrics, says they’ve got heartfelt emotions written on them, and guess, Giyuu blushes again.
Weeks pass while practising, writing the music, producing and recording the album, and those are ones of the busiest weeks Giyuu had ever had.
(Giyuu dies a bit on the inside every time he listens to Sabito sing one of the songs dedicated to him without having a clue about it, but he manages in the end.)
Sabito seems distant, on those weeks, and Giyuu tries to reach out to him.
“Are you okay?” He asks, because subtlety has never been Giyuu’s forte.
But Sabito only smiles, a pain behind it that hurts Giyuu more than the lie he spouts right after. “I am, just a bit under the weather.”
“I see,” he says instead of insisting because Sabito knows him well, but Giyuu knows him just as much, and if he doesn’t want to say a thing, then he won’t.
Giyuu will know sooner or later, either way.
(Because they’re best friends and nothing happens to one without the other realizing.)
(Except for falling in love, because they’re both a bit too dumb when it comes to one another.)
(Makomo realized this at eighteen, in the middle of a concert, and she almost messed up because of it. Honestly, boys.)
(Yeah, girls are much better in her opinion.)
It all culminates on the day of their first concert of the new tour, when they play for the first time on stage the new songs.
Giyuu almost messes up when he listens to Sabito sing the lyrics he composed while thinking about him in front of all their fans.
It’s a private thing, he realizes, but it’s far too late—
And he doesn’t mind letting out all these feelings, not really. Yes, he would prefer it if those lyrics had never seen the light of day, but it’s a weight off his shoulders.
When the concert ends Giyuu retires to the backstage, ready to have some peace and quiet. He’s resting on one of the sofas when a voice startles him.
“A bit bold, don’t you think?” Sabito asks —because of course it’s him— and he leans on the now-closed door. He’s wearing that expression, the one he knows so well, the one who’s going to end up with him being carried onto another one of Sabito’s ideas.
Giyuu asks with a glance what is his friend talking about, confused.
“Making me sing the love songs you wrote about me,” he answers, a smirk on his face and a smug voice.
(There’s a tremor on it Giyuu can’t help but notice, too.)
Giyuu’s heart stops and sits up quicker than lightning. “Wh— What—?” He stutters, face going redder by the seconds.
“You heard me,” Sabito says, serious. “You love me— No, you’re in love with me.”
By now Giyuu’s a tomato, and he averts his eyes from his best friend’s.
Slowly, he nods, affronted.
(Because what can he do, other than that?)
(He doesn’t hear the sigh of relief, doesn’t feel the elation going through Sabito’s body, doesn’t see the grin he hides after it comes out.)
Hiding his head between his knees might not be something a grown-up man should do, but this is Sabito, so Giyuu does it anyway.
He hears Sabito’s footsteps, and they seem louder than usual. Giyuu knows Sabito’s got put on his face that determined, strong gaze he has whenever he wants something and knows he always ends up getting it, especially if Giyuu’s involved on it.
“Giyuu,” he says, almost a whisper, once he’s by his side. “Look at me.”
Giyuu does, still red-faced.
Sabito’s expression is serious.
(His eyes are the most gentle Giyuu’s ever seen them be.)
Then, Sabito smiles, soft and grateful and loving, small by a grin’s standards yet the most beautiful Giyuu’s seen from him.
And then Sabito kisses him.
Giyuu’s brain stops, decides it’s all a hallucination, and that if he’s already gone this far for his best friend then he should just stop working altogether because there’s no way he can function over all the thoughts of SabitoSabitoSabitoSabito—
It’s a peck, nothing, really.
(Tell that to the freaking out Giyuu has going on, though.)
“You— What— How—” Giyuu manages to say, a bit lost and confused and still not working at all.
Sabito chuckles. “I’m in love with you.”
Giyuu looks at him incredulously, because after eight years of pinning what do you expect, and blushes all over again.
Sabito laughs this time, open and heartily, a warm sound Giyuu adores. “Yeah, oh. Be my boyfriend?”
Giyuu has never nodded so fast in his entire life.
After that, they kiss again. And again. And again, and countless times after that, because they’re a couple and they love each other and they need nothing more.
And, well, Giyuu’s always gone along with Sabito’s ideas, the ones he had when his face turned serious and would not let anything nor anyone get in the way of fulfilling them. This time, though, he’s not going along—he wants this just as much, just as fiercely.
(It’s going to be difficult, because they’re famous and life is never easy for them, and the media’s scrutiny won’t ever let them live in peace, but well—)
(It’s worth it, it’s all worth it.)
(Especially if they can keep kissing like this, loving like this.)
(When Makomo enters the backstage after talking to Urokodaki about the concert, she closes the door immediately.)
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