for @basashichigo
multiple okamoris for you my sweet rikotan <3
i took some liberty with the sentences and what it means for these. i love you <3
39.
“don’t cry,” the little boy told him, his face set in a determined frown.
he looked up from his knees, tears streaked down his face, hiccuping.
“i told you don’t cry!” the little boy started to tear up too. “i told those bullies off already so you don’t have to worry.”
“t-thank you,” his japanese is rusty but he managed to croak it out without the hiccups.
the boy titled his head, “you talk a little weird-- like my brother shintaro! you’ll like him!”
“my name’s morimoto ryutaro, what’s yours?” the boy introduced himself.
“keito-- i mean, okamoto keito,” he replied softly.
“from now on, i’ll be your protector, keito-kun!” the boy announced, holding out his hand for keito take.
30.
an arm wraps around his waist lazily, ryutaro tries to ignore it.
“when are you coming back to bed,” says keito, voice laced with sleepiness.
“one more chapter,” he insists.
“that’s what you said an hour ago,” keito practically whines, now resorted to pulling his boyfriend down to lie down next to him.
he nuzzles the crook of ryutaro’s shoulder, “the book can wait, you should get some rest.”
keito knows ryutaro relents finally after hearing the dramatic sigh from the younger.
“you’re so needy,” ryutaro shots back before pulling the covers over them properly.
keito just hums softly.
86.
it hurts.
the sky is clear, there’s even birds chirping quietly outside the building. there’s a little wind just enough it won’t be too hot.
it’s all so perfect that it hurts.
“you ready?” he asks keito, watching him fix his tie for the umpteenth time.
keito turns to him, hands gesturing to the tie. “does it look okay now?”
he musters the best smile he could at that moment and say, “yeah, it’s perfect,” he could feel the prickling signs of tears starts to form.
keito smiled at him with relief and it hurts him to the bone.
“come on-- we have a schedule to keep,” ryutaro tries to keep his voice level as he moves to walk besides keito. “you’re worse than kasumi-chan, you know.”
keito pouts visibly at that but he stares at ryutaro for a beat. “thank you,” he says finally.
ryutaro wills himself to look at him. “i’m your best friend, keito,” he laughs but it feels hollow, “i’m happy to be here.”
keito moves to bring him into a hug, “you’re important to me, i hope you remember that.”
ryutaro wants to hate him so much at that moment but he couldn’t.
“yeah, i know.” because that’s all he is to him.