The sun had long set, turning the city to an ocean of flickering lights. Not a lot of humans were outside at this late hour, most of them gathering in bars, indulging in their deepest desires as they felt protected by the night. Sometimes Ryosuke wondered how it was like to live like this. Not knowing what laid behind, what was happening every second of their meaningless lives without them ever noticing.
Ryosuke nodded when a long drink was placed on the counter. He wasn't here to drink and enjoy himself - not that he could've enjoyed anything, that part of him was taken long ago. Rather than that, he was supposed to watch those Succubi and make sure they wouldn't... overdo things. Lately, the world had shifted too much from its natural balance, leaving too little good and too much bad among humans and it was his job to twist things around, to balance it out, even if it meant, he needed to kill demons or simply keep them from doing their everyday business.
It was sometimes exhausting to be a Grim; especially one of the last remaining ones. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew there were others of them, still trapped among humans without knowing about their destiny, Ryosuke might've retired long ago. He didn't particularly care about anyone anyway.
The door was opened and Ryosuke looked up, driven by a strong presence he had failed to notice earlier. It was a good looking man, short hair and overall on the shorter side (then again, who was he to speak, he was probably the shortest Grim ever in existence and not even with his wings, if not hidden like now, he could consider himself tall). He took his drink and stood, walking over to the demon and stopped once he reached his side of the counter.
"How's business going so far? Can't be good, if you're picking a place full of those..." He gestured over to the group of barely dressed girls, flirting and almost rubbing themselves against some drunk, desperate men.
It's been a couple of rough days and nights with games after games in a tight schedule and their winning streak seemingly not ending. Ryosuke was exhausted even though he hadn't been playing in all games but just in a few - as he was still young and not that long with the team to be considered a regular. But it hadn't kept him from practicing whenever he could, spending his time in the gym rather than relaxing or spending time with his teammates.
He could feel that Kuramochi was starting to get worried too, but Ryosuke tried to stay positive, tried to not convey any negative thoughts to not make him worry more. Because he knew if he did, he'd speak his mind and perhaps keep him from reaching that goal. That goal of playing in the finals and hit a homerun. Not for himself but for his soulmate. He didn't know if Kuramochi knew about his plans. It was hard to figure out just how much he gave away with his feelings, especially since they were dating for a couple of months although most of their time spent together was more about baseball than anything else.
It was almost 9pm and he was still swinging. He'd stopped counting and his body moved on its own, sweat dripping down his face and his shirt soaked by it, the headband on his head only helping little to ease the feeling of being sticky. Honestly, he wanted to stop but he also didn't want to stop because as soon as he'd stop he'd feel as if his muscles would forget those movements again.
He could hear the door to the room opening and falling shut again, but Ryosuke barely looked up, focusing on his breath and the burn in his arms and his chest. It wasn't hard to notice the presence approaching him. By now Kuramochi's presence felt so natural around him and soothing that Ryosuke dared to say that he even felt energized by having it so near to him. But he swung once more until he stopped - not by choice but because he could feel the worry again.
"Just a few more", he said, bringing his hand up to wipe his face.
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A gust of wind pushed his bang out of his face as he made his way through the big entrance of the campus. A bag shouldered, Ryosuke's eyes lingered on a piece of paper. Once containing instructions as to where he was supposed to go and who to talk to in order to get the keys to his dorm room.
"Takashima Rei", he mumbled, remembering the face of the woman he talked just before he got the acceptance from Seidou. He sighed and brought his other hand up to push that strand of hair out of his face.
His brother hadn't even bothered welcoming him. Or at least he hadn't heard of him when he texted him earlier. Maybe Haruichi was busy... Maybe he was too busy to deal with his little brother. Or maybe--
A bump and a loud thud made him stumble backwards and look up. His bag hit the ground before he could react but his eyes shot up from the paper, a taller guy - definitely a student - in front of him. Dark hair. Kind of handsome.
His eyes narrowed. "I take it that you're either in need of glasses or have a serious inability to walk past people", he said, voice dry.
“More like I’m saying who doesn’t like to escape to the beach once in awhile.” Kuramochi took the tickets from Ryousuke. “We haven’t been on a real trip together. The occasional weekend getaways and trips to see our families don’t really count. And I know you. You think this gift is ridiculously expensive but Chris is like a CEO and Miyuki is a model so this-“. He waved the tickets for emphasis “is basically like them buying us a set of towels.”
Kuramochi sighed and sat down on the couch. “Ryou…I don’t care where the vacation was planned to be, I’m just thankful for the chance to spend time with you. Away from Tokyo, away from work. Just me and you…so…won’t you consider it?”
Ryosuke couldn’t say Kuramochi wasn’t somewhat right. Since Kuramochi had taken the job at another school, their time together was limited and sometimes even non-existant despite them still living together. But even that might be something that wouldn’t last, depending on how nosy people would get again.
Leaning against the door frame, Ryosuke’s expressions softened at the sight of his boyfriend. He didn’t want to argue, not when their interactions had been so limited to the point that it felt like they were more talking over texts than actually speaking.
“They better not cry over how much they spent for that.” He stopped, noticing how his voice literally had no bite. Actually, he might’ve sounded like he was sufficiently convinced to be a bit selfish and take the tickets without thinking about their monetary value. “So... if we decide to go, we’d be lying at the beach for a couple of days?”
There were people, lots of people crowded inside and around the train station. Their movements were slow, like tough liquid flowing out of a cup, steadily pulled by gravity yet slowed down by their own tiredness. It was almost 6pm, just a few minutes until the full hour would strike, when Chris, packed with his usual large backpack, found himself in the middle of this crowd after arriving by train.
It had been a long day for him, with all the models arriving late, only to see them obviously struggle with the right postures and expressions to fit their campaign topic of confidence. Some basically overdid it, seeming more arrogant than actually as symbols of confidence while others---
Well, he might better not think back to how long they've struggled to even get a few decent photos (yet still nothing Chris was truly happy with). He'd promised to himself and his boyfriend to leave things connected to work at work: Otherwise he'd only be depressed and stressed out, with no way of changing it at home.
The escalator brought him up, to a tunnel leading outside of the station where they'd planned on meeting up by the big clock in order to walk home together and decide on whether to eat outside or just grab something and eat at home.
When suddenly soft music vibrated among the blabberings of the crowd, Chris stopped in his tracks. The melody was soft, definitely coming from a violin or something similar to it and carried a light undertone. Yet there was something else to it that Chris couldn't really describe, leading his feet away from where they should be meeting and instead walking over to the right side of the plaza, where people were already standing to listen to the young woman playing a violin. She looked so peaceful and calm while playing, dressed beautifully while standing inside small circles of light. Her movements seemed easy, like this song was a part of her body. Chris honestly felt his fingers itch just from his desire to take a photo of the scenery.
(A super late but still in time) Happy Birthday to you, @thatbastardmiyuki / @mochi6 !! ♥
Since you made this adorable drabble for my birthday last month, I just had to write something for you too. I hope you're having a nice, stressless day with much cake and many presents. You're a amazing person and one of the best ChrisMiyu shippers I know (and the best Miyuki my Chris could wish for).
Enjoy your day and have this ficlet of our dancing class!au. I figured I could sent this to you via IM but it was just so much text, that I decided that this would just be easier to post.
ChrisMiyu ahead, in case you weren’t figuring it out already.(◡‿◡✿)
I really hope there aren’t too many weird parts or typos in there but I really wanted to finish this despite feeling a little feverish. Also, the end was totally on purpose heh.
Ceru.
PS: No real nsfw here (just some teasing and... bananas). but it’s a long post, so I kept it under a Readmore after the first scene.
Home Is When I’m With You
When Chris was young, Christmas always meant everything to him; family gatherings, weird sweaters (not to say ugly since his father used to be all happy seeing him wear them), good food and - of course - presents.
Things shifted once he got older, gatherings getting rare occasions with his parents getting divorced and his father being absorbed in his work - and once Chris was the one working in his father's company too, knowing that one day it would be his , he started to forget about the importance this day once had for him.
But it changed again when he met Kazuya. Granted, things between them always took their time. With them both being very busy (Kazuya was a well known model who definitely didn't need to look for jobs anymore), sometimes, it got difficult to meet up, to even just spend a night or an evening together without any interruptions. Sometimes Chris wondered how they even managed to keep this relationship. But they always found a way and it never changed anything about their feelings, not even after so many years.
One of the things Kazuya brought back to Chris was Christmas. Despite their full schedules, they always spend the day with each other. It wasn't like they decided on it together; it just... happened and they had kept this little tradition since then.
However, this year was different, because instead of sitting on their couch, all wrapped up in a blanket with a glass of wine and just some cuddling and snuggling, Chris was standing at Narita International Airport and checked the time in distress.
"What do you mean, you cancelled the last meeting to go back to Japan? This was supposed to be one of the biggest deals we could've wished for the company this year, Yuu!"
Chris sighed, trying not to move too abruptly while searching for his luggage. Fortunately, it should be one of the first pieces on the moving walkway since he'd been one of the last people to check in.
"I know, father. And I made sure to send someone who's perfectly able to represent us in the meantime." He put the phone between his ear and his shoulder when his suitcase was the first to roll into his direction. "It won't affect the deal. But I had to come back sooner."
"What kind of emergency is important enough to risk that deal?"
Chris pulled the suitcase off the walkway, checking again if it was his. It took him a few seconds to give an answer, but when he did, there was a smile on his face.
"Something personal", he said, tone gentle. "It's Christmas after all, father."
Again, he checked his watch, realizing that it would still take at least an hour until he'd be back home; and he still had to make sure that Kazuya would be there, otherwise it had been pointless to stress about coming back early.
"I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow. Merry Christmas, father."
"Yuu, I'm not-"
He hung up, trying not to think about how much damage control he'd had to do the next day to somehow calm his father down again.
"You were on a business trip?"
Chris looked up from his phone, surprised by the sudden question. The taxi driver was looking at him through the driving mirror, giving him a smile that Chris tried to return.
"Yes. I've been to America for a week."
"And you just came back to celebrate the day with someone?" It was somehow obvious that he did, considering that he came back miles to be here on this particular day. So Chris nodded, leaning a little back in his seat. There was a short pause, until the driver - a broadly build man, old enough to have white hair and a beard, some wrinkles shaping his face -, gave off a deep laugh. It strangely reminded Chris of... Christmas despite the lack of decoration in the car.
He pulled out his phone to text Kuramochi, knowing that it was the most subtle way to get to know where Kazuya was since he and Kominato planned on asking him if he wanted to stay the evening. Once he sent a short message, he could only do so much and wait.
Luckily, he got an answer minutes later that made him smile again - this time more sincerely than before.
[text from: Kuramochi] Asked him but he said he'd rather watch a movie than be the third wheel all night. You gotta call him?
Definitely something Kazuya would say.
[text to: Kuramochi] No. I took a flight back. Don't tell him.
With that he put his phone away to grab a small box he kept in his bag. Kuramochi was probably grinning at the message; perhaps even telling his boyfriend about it. About the fact that today was the day Chris would do what he'd planned on weeks before his trip. But once he opened the box, exposing a small, golden ring, he felt his chest tighten in nervousness.
They'd never talked about this. About marriage, about staying together like this. It was a gamble to take that step without being able to calculate the outcome, but damn, Chris was willing to take it after so much time. If Kazuya decided that it wasn't what he wanted, then at least he'd tried - but that thought was anything but calming him down.
He rubbed his temples as he took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he tried to go through everything he wanted to say.
"Young love surely is beautiful, especially on Christmas, isn't it?" Chris looked up again, closing the box.
"I guess it is", he answered, hands playing with the box. "It can be hard sometimes too though. We're not necessarily in a - what you'd call - normal relationship."
"Depends on what you're defining as normal. But it seems to have worked out well until now." He nodded, eyes obviously on the little box to emphasize his words.
"It did. I'm lucky to have..." Him. "Them. Both of our jobs don't make it easy to have a private life."
"It seems like you're handling it well."
"Yeah." Chris took a breath again. "Which is why I want to be with them." For the rest of my life.
The car slowly stopped, causing Chris to look up. They were in the middle of the freeway, cars next to cars, rolling slowly further the road. The taxi driver furrowed his brows as he turned up the volume of the radio, listening to the announcement. The volume was still too low for Chris to hear it.
"Is anything the problem?", he asked cautiously, internally preparing for something he didn't want to hear.
"I'm afraid yes. Apparently there was a crash that causes the traffic jam. I'm sorry to say this, but we're most likely being here for a while."
Of course. That one time when he needed to be home as early as possible was that one time he'd be stuck. Chris suppressed a sigh. Perhaps this wasn't a good sign for him. Perhaps this was supposed to tell him that he better not proposed tonight. Perhaps--
"How about you take a nap? Since we'll be staying here for a while, you might as well not want to be tired once we reach your place."
"I don't think I'll be able to sleep much. I'm..." Well, definitely a little tired after such a long flight, but probably too stressed to get proper sleep now. "I'm sorry."
"How about you take that pillow next to you and lean back at least? I know this weren't the best news to tell you just now but if you want to surprise someone, you might as well try to be a little relaxed at least."
He wasn't wrong with that, Chris knew that much. But he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep off his problems now.
Chris tilted his head and turned, a deep red and white pillow next to him. There was no need to b impolite and he didn't have to actually sleep. Just making himself a little more comfortable wouldn't hurt anyone. One that definitely hadn't been there before (or he was just blind for not having seen it earlier). Still, he took it, a little reluctantly, and placed it between the window.
It was comfy, no doubt. But he'd definitely not fall asleep on it.
Definitely not.
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When Chris opened his eyes after what felt like a couple of minutes, the car was standing and the engine was turned off again. Part of him was afraid to check the time; and yet he sat up and glanced to the dashboard.
9:38pm.
God. There was still time, if...
If they weren't still on the freeway. If they were at least a little closer to his place.
If...
"I was about to wake you up."
Chris furrowed his brows, eyes wandering out of the window to see city lights, red and green Christmas-ey and decorations all over the place. There was even snow - not much but enough to cover the ground just a little.
They were back in Tokyo despite the traffic and Chris had never been this confused (because how exactly could he have slept so deeply while they must've gone full speed to be here in this short amount of time). Yet he was happy at the same time
"How...?", he asked.
"I took a shortcut once the traffic got better." The driver smiled. "I know it's late already, but there's still some time until midnight."
"I..." There was so much Chris wanted to say. "I don't know how to thank you."
"Go to your lover and make them happy. I'm sure they're waiting for you."
And Chris did - after thanking the old driver a couple of more times, insisting on paying him more than he'd have to for the drive (but he rejected even that; little to Chris' dismay since he hated to feel like he was in someone else's debt - luckily the driver at least told him to spend the money for charity, figuring there were people needing it more than him).
As the elevator took him to the last floor, Chris was staring onto the little box again, his heart racing more and more as he was carried from floor to floor. He still couldn't forget what the old man had said just before Chris had left the car and saw it drove off, that feeling that there was more to it than how it had sounded like lingering.
"Keep making people happy", he muttered the words to himself, just before the doors of the elevator opened. He had decided to choose a charity to spend his money to later (either as a distraction in case he got rejected or as some sort of celebration if not). By now Chris knew many charity organizations since he was known to participate in many events all over the year.
The door to his own apartment seemed larger than usually - but Chris still dared to knock, figuring it was better than just to enter and possibly scare his boyfriend. His suitcase stood neatly next to him, the little box slid back into his pocket.
There were sounds coming from inside and Chris was pretty sure that he had heard someone say 'Coming', but when the door opened, Chris blinked at the sight: Standing in front of him was Kazuya with a peeled banana in his mouth, staring at him like he was estimating whether this was reality or not.
It was adorable and Chris almost smiled a little too widely because he'd give much to catch that moment on a photo (but Kazuya would probably not speak to him for a while if he did).
The model pulled the banana out and swallowed his bite before he fell into Chris' arms, the sudden movement almost causing him to trip backwards. It was then that Chris knew he finally reached it.
Reached home.
"It's good to see that you're eating properly while I was away."
Kazuya pulled away a bit. "Well, since you were gone, a banana is the only thing I can take in my mouth that has the shape of..."
"Kazu- Hmpf!" His voice turned into a hum when he felt lips shortly on his. "I see you haven't lost your sense of humor while I was away."
"Never", Kazuya replied before letting Chris finally step inside. "But seriously, didn't you say you wouldn't be home until next week?" Chris started to take off his coat and his shoes while Kazuya leaned at the door. "Not that I'm complaining but..."
"I wanted to be with you today." Their eyes met. "It's that day after all, isn't it? I didn't want to leave you alone. And I didn't want to be alone today either."
There was a pause, and Chris almost thought he said something silly again, but judging the way Kazuya's face seemed a little red--
"I... I wasn't alone..."
"I know. You had that banana after all."
"Now you're teasing me."
"I have to make up for being away, don't I?"
Kazuya huffed and followed him to the living room. There was a bottle of wine standing on the small table by the couch, next to it a glass of wine - half empty already. Considering that there was a blanket laying on the couch, Kazuya had probably been watching TV to waste some time; and although Chris didn't pay much attention to the TV (the volume was too low and he couldn't see the screen of it), he assumed it was probably either a documentary or a quiz show.
"If you want to make it up, I'd recommend to start differently than that."
Chris turned, his fingers going to his tie without any commentary to unbuckle it. Hungry, amber eyes hung on his collar as it was exposed slightly. Kazuya bit his lip.
"So, are you going to eat up?"
Kazuya grunted. "Yes", he answered. "But I think I found my dessert after that."
Clothes were scattered all over the bedroom and two naked bodies were laying close to each other, arm in arm and sweaty all over. It was almost midnight, Chris noticed when he checked the clock and he turned a little to Kazuya, causing him look up and earn a kiss to his forehead the next second.
"For what was that?", he asked, voice playful.
"For being here. With me", Chris answered.
"Now that's cheesy. Did you miss me so much?"
Chris didn't say anything at first. This was probably the best situation he'd get for doing what he actually had planned. It was almost midnight. And Christmas' Eve.
"Don't move." He pulled away, missing the warmth already as he stood. "I'll be right back."
"Alright. I'll be waiting here. All naked. Watching you walking all naked through our apartment."
"Sounds like fun to me."
"It is", he purred, eyes following Chris when he left the room. "But it's going to be cold here!"
"Not for long."
Chris reached into his coat, the familiar small box in his hand again as the nervousness was slowly crawling into his chest again - but this time he swallowed it down and walked back, holding onto the box not too visibly. Sliding back under the blanket, he soon pulled Kazuya closer, head placed onto the others.
They were staying like this for a few minutes, the clock in the living room quietly announcing midnight.
"I need to get something off my chest." There was some resistance to how he held him, Kazuya seemingly wanting to pull away and look at him, sensing something bad. "Please."
"Alright", Kazuya gave back - and Chris sensed some fear in his voice. The same fear he already had when they met, and which kept him away from each other for a long time. Chris knew that he wasn't doing it on purpose and it wasn't like he didn't trust him. It was something buried too deep, something Chris one day wanted to heal in him. Because despite knowing that his partner was the most beautiful person on earth, it wasn't this beauty that had kept him to stay. Or fight for them when they started to get feelings for each other.
"I won't leave you." I will never leave you. "Actually, I... was thinking about the opposite. About the next step and... I've been thinking about this for a while now"
"Chris." He held his breath. "I can't have kids. We have no time to take care of them and I..."
"Oh." Of course.
The next step... Kids.
"I think you're skipping another step here."
It seemed to be then that Kazuya realized, his lips forming an o-shape as he pulled away and looked at Chris, speechless. The businessman shifted, exposing the little box and opening it to reveal the ring inside.
"Kazuya, I've been spending the last five years with you and every day that I was able to wake up - next to your or not - I realized that you're the one that I'll always want to have by my side. I'm the luckiest person to be with you. Because I love you. Because you're perfect to me. "
He took a deep breath, seeking eye contact. " I know we haven't talked about this at all and I don't know how you even think about this but...
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