#kotareo

[kibu-me]

a3! log 3

[yusupunk]

on sleepless nights

[kibu-me]

Let me in.

Fuyushipweek2024 Day 5 - Azuma (Sunrise/Sunset)

[kibu-me]

You are the day, while I am the night.

[stephanericherthanyou]

Real (KotaReo, 124, T)

Kotarou’s taken up permanent residence in Reo’s dorm room, for better or for worse. It’s become a regular occurrence for Reo to come back from the convenience store to find him curled up asleep on the bed, music still blasting from his headphones and his half-finished math homework scattered on the floor. Somehow, Reo doesn’t ever have the heart to wake him up—he sets the alarm clock early for tomorrow and crawls in beside him, pulling the covers over both of them and turning off Kotarou’s MP3 player. He is so rarely still that it’s almost as if Reo’s already dreaming, but the warmth of Kotarou’s skin and the rhythm of his breathing are too beautiful to be a product of his imagination.

[stephanericherthanyou]

Whiplash (KotaReo, 79, T)

Sometimes Kotarou speaks so fast Reo gets whiplash trying to follow his train of thought and before either of them know it they’re both completely lost—Reo asks Kotarou to clarify and he just shrugs (and says he doesn’t know either and how much Reo wants to throttle him can’t be understated). It’s better not to think, anyway, to just feel and let their bodies do the talking and reacting—Kotarou’s motions are always much clearer than his words.

[stephanericherthanyou]

Lift (KotaReo, 86, PG)

Kotarou’s smile is infectious; no matter how angry or sad Reo is feeling it never fails to lift up his spirits when he sees it. It’s refreshing and genuine (it’s amazing how real it is considering how rarely it leaves his face) and multiple kinds of wonderful. Kotarou knows it, of course, and if anything that knowledge heightens the effect it has on Reo. It’s unfair--but then again everything about Kotarou is unfair. That’s okay; it’s not like Reo’s ever strictly played by the rules.

[stephanericherthanyou]

Cut (Reo/Kotarou, PG, 198)

Once again Kotarou’s not being careful, and once again he manages to get a deep cut on his arm from scratching it against the corner of the backboard. Everyone’s used to this by now, but Reo can’t help but worry, anyway, and he refuses to let the team managers or Coach Shirogane handle the cut.

He scolds Kotarou while he cleans off the blood with antiseptic wipes; Kotarou whimpers and Reo tells him that he wouldn’t have to feel so much pain if he just watched where his arm was in the first place. Kotarou won’t hold still, even when Reo tells him he has to, but somehow there aren’t too many problems with the bandage and his arm gets wrapped securely.

When he’s done, Reo sighs. “Please try and take care of yourself.”

Kotarou leaps on top of him and kisses him on the ear. “Reo-nee is the best.”

Reo can feel his face heating up. “Did you hear what I just said?”

“Yup!” says Kotarou. “Roger.”

“Now will you let me go so I can go back to practice?”

Kotarou loosens his grip but pouts. Reo kisses him on the forehead and he brightens up immediately.