shirabu's heaters in his house broke and his mom didn't have enough money to fix the heaters at the time, so semi gives shirabu his jacket to borrow so he won't get cold.
a few months later shirabu's heaters got fixed, but semi never got back his jacket 🥲
CHARACTERS: Semi Eita X Shirabu Kenjiro
CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1
WORD COUNT: 1600+
GENRE: fluff | boy x boy
CONTENT WARNING: profanity | strong language
SPOILERS: n/a
CROSS POSTED ON A03
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"Glad you can make it."
Kenjiro’s voice registered in Eita’s ear, but he couldn't quite understand what the former was saying, unable to get over the way he strutted closer as if he was parting the Red Sea and emerging from it like a god surveying his domain. Kenjiro looked absolutely gorgeous in a pair of ripped jeans and a black, graphic shirt with some metal band's name printed on it, its wide armholes showing off his rather toned physique underneath.
It took the ash-blonde’s breath away. It was such a polar difference from how he would usually see Shirabu Kenjiro – almost always dressed neatly in either his med school uniform or something else proper as slacks and neatly-pressed oxford shirts – but the duality was a welcome sight with how Eita is finally seeing him wearing something more ‘human,’ so to say.
Just like the first time he met the younger guy after that impromptu gig where Eita’s band was called to perform, he had only one thing on his mind: ‘that,’ he thought, ‘that's the person I wanna marry,’ seeing how Kenjiro’s face morphed from that of utter tedium to genuine mirth which seemed to have lit up the dark, dingy bar where they’ve first crossed paths.
Even when Kenjro stood there, smiling to cover his confusion at the way Eita was just staring at him, the latter couldn't quite form words to say. His mind was just filled with the thoughts of what he wanted to do with Kenjiro if he had his way.
"Earth to Semi Eita?" the toffee-haired male said, finally making Eita snap out of it.
"I'm sorry," he managed to say, placing a hand behind his head as he suddenly felt embarrassed with how he was acting. Eita looked around, trying to keep his eyes off Kenjiro but to no avail. "This…this is something."
Kenjiro had given Eita tickets to the exclusive car show he was participating in. It wasn't exactly the older male’s thing, but since it was Kenjiro, he agreed to come, thinking maybe he would get to see more of what exactly goes inside his head. The former has been keeping him guessing for the past four months that they’ve known each other, but Eita had a hunch that Kenjiro liked cars. In what context, however, it was vague.
A smirk drew itself across Kenjiro’s mouth at Eita’s poor attempt at hiding the way he was staring but said nothing about it. The poor guy was acting atypically, usually cocky in his own environment with all the attention he gets on the regular for his pretty face and mind-blowing skills on the electric guitar, and yet, he had this side to him, all blushes and stumbling over his words. Kenjiro didn’t have to point that out. Besides, he found it sweet.
"Thanks for the tickets, by the way." Eita looked behind him where two of his friends were standing, saying things furtively to each other as they watched him, cheeky grins plastered on their faces. "I gave the rest to Tendou and Goshiki if you don't mind."
"Not at all. Glad you could all come."
Eita repeatedly rocked on the balls of his feet when his gaze finally locked with those caramel-hued eyes, unable to help it but check their owner out from head to toe. "So...is this your scene?"
"Uh-huh. You said you wanted to know, and this is pretty much it."
"You like going to car shows?" Eita surmised dumbly, Kenjiro’s rare laughter immediately filling his senses and rendering him useless.
Poor Eita did not even notice as a group of guys passed by, nearly knocking him over if it weren't for Kenjiro pulling him out of the way. In the process of trying to regain his balance, and quite frankly, his aplomb, Eita’s hands landed on Kenjiro’s waist, accidentally pushing him against the brick wall by the entrance to the venue, their faces mere inches from one another. He smelled of that strawberry lollipop he always had wedged between his lips and Eita wanted to taste it so badly.
Kenjro’s effect on him was just too profound. Eita was usually calm and collected but the former just causes him to be this bumbling fool whenever they were around one another.
"You okay?" Kenjiro asked, feigning innocence as his fingers lightly brushed over Eita’s tattooed arm. "You're acting all shy around me. What happened to the confident guitarist slash chick magnet I came to know?"
He's caught, so he saw no sense in lying. He chuckled. "You look extra hot today is all." Eita joined their hands together, lifting Kenjiro’s to his lips, also teasing him. .Two could play this game,’ he thought, not wanting to look stupid.
"Thanks?" Kenjiro’s expression didn't waver. "And to answer your question, I don't just like going to these events. I compete. I thought this was a good opportunity to show you." With their hands still entwined, he pulled Eita towards the inner grounds. "Let's go."
Eita would gladly go to wherever Kenjiro wishes to take him, liking the way he looked under the light of the setting sun instead of the usual smoke-filtered, dim lights of the bars where they would usually meet. The younger male’s excitement as he briefly looked at Eita was palpable, and it had the latter feeling all sorts of ways.
"What exactly do you do to compete?" he asked, absolutely clueless of what was happening.
"I build."
‘Is there anything about you that isn’t anything short of amazing?’
"Ta-da!" Kenjiro gestured towards this vintage Mustang, candy apple red with its top down and its interior in ivory.
Eita blinked at the car, shifting his eyes from it to the wonder that was this boy who seemed to hide so many things behind his unassuming facade. "You – you built this?"
"Mhmm. Full restoration. What do you think?" Kenjiro a toothy grin, eyes bright as he waited for Eita’s response.
"It's amazing. You're amazing."
Not really conscious of his actions anymore and filled with pride for Kenjiro’s talent, Eita found himself pulling the former towards him, arms snaking around his waist and planting a kiss to his temple.
Kenjiro laughed slightly but did not do anything to stop him. "If you keep doing that, I'll assume you actually like me, Semi."
His dark, drowning pools for eyes focused on Kenjiro, their fingers finding each other again in a slow, sensuous gliding of skin on skin and for a moment there, that spark which ignited flames in Eita spurred him on to admit how he felt on the inside without thinking. "I do like you."
It was Kenjiro’s turn to be flustered, not able to do anything else but look up at Eita, everything around them going quiet. At that moment, he could only focus on the person before him, not even hearing it when the number for his entry was called through the loud speakers.
"A lot, actually..."
"Semi..."
Kenjiro felt a hand on his shoulder and saw one of his crew members looking at him happily. "Jiro, you won!"
"Huh?" He extricated himself from Eita who was smiling encouragingly as he tried to make sense of what was going on. Everything was happening too quickly.
"Congratulations, Ken," Eita said, the nickname he gave Kenjiro, rolling off his tongue like spell that held the latter to him like the planets revolving around the sun. "Go on, claim your prize."
Kenjiro just looked at him, conflicted. Eita just confessed his feelings and yet he was pushing him to go get what he had won. It was the most polarizing thing for Kenjiro at the moment, and for the first time, he was disconcerted about things that involved Semi Eita. He is always the one teasing and confusing the silvery-haired dude, not the other way around.
Kenjiro turned but his steps faltered as he nodded slowly, gingerly pointing towards the podium, but he couldn't get himself to walk away when Eita, too, was looking at him expectantly.
Kenjiro had liked him since the first time they met. The feelings were mutual, just that he found it easier to be less obvious about it. Eita was just too attractive for words and Kejiro understood why people flocked to him and that's without mentioning how talented he is as a musician. He himself fell into that rabbit hole, and he was glad he did.
Over the time Kenjiro has known him, Eita proved to be this sensitive soul who was always considerate of people around him, and he spoke from experience. He just had a way of making Kenjiro feel important, asking about his preferences and showing up at the best of times even if he doesn't get any benefit from it apart from getting to know Kenjiro, his interests. His being. And Eita always seems to take pride in whatever Kenjiro did.
"Jiro, come on!" his companions said, but he shook his head, walking back to where Eita stood, a wide smile gracing his lips as their eyes met.
"Go ahead and get it." He spoke breathlessly. “I've got my prize right here.”
They laughed, shaking their heads as they walked towards the podium.
Kenjiro, on the other hand, made his way to Eita, throwing his arms around his neck when he was near enough. He stood on his toes and pulled Eita close. His arms automatically held onto Kenjiro despite his evident surprise, eyes growing wide at the sudden turn of events.
"I like you, too, Eita. A lot, actually," Kenjiro repeated Eita’s words earlier before crashing his lips to his.
-end-
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Summary: Semi learns a bit of music therapy and makes a track to help Shirabu keep his focus while studying.
Semi Eita and Shirabu Kenjirou were a match made in Heaven.
Of course, neither the couple themselves or the people around them dared to say it out loud. It was just a fact that everyone silently acknowledged. Well, everyone except Shirabu, that is.
He would sometimes catch a few words spoken in hushed whispers about how he and Semi were both similar and different in all the right ways. They perfectly complemented each other to fit together like puzzle pieces.
Shirabu thought this was bullshit. Those people knew nothing but to gossip all day about other’s love life! It wasn’t them who had to actually be in a relationship with Semi. Not that Shirabu didn’t want to be in a relationship with Semi per se but still, there were moments when he seriously questioned the sanity of his past self who agreed to it.
Shirabu let out an exhausted sigh, stretched out his limbs and rubbed his tired eyes. He still needed to review ten pages today to prepare for the exam coming up next week. He was spending the past few days with constant studying so he would at least have the chance to keep his good grades in university. Being a medical student was not easy... Too many all-nighters, too much material to get inside his head. Shirabu could already feel his concentration slipping away.
He stood up, deciding that a break would be good for his efficiency. He stretched his arms and back, and walked to the window, pulling the curtains open and watched as people passed by their apartment building; some alone, some with others, some walking their dog. The autumn sky was dark and cloudy, it would probably rain soon and freshen up the dried soil and the polluted air. Shirabu let his thoughts swim, pulling him further away from the textbook that laid on his desk, waiting for him.
Shirabu sighed when he realized what he was doing. He did have a problem with concentration and found himself zoning out or distracted by irrelevant things way too often. That was another reason why his relationship with Semi somehow didn’t always work out well. Semi was a musician. He enjoyed playing whatever instrument he’d gotten his hands on, tapping with his feet or his fingers, listening to music on a loud volume. These all were extremely distracting for Shirabu. Semi promised to close the door of his “studio” they sat up in the room next to their bedroom, and use headphones instead of the speakers when Shirabu needed to focus on the upcoming exams but reality didn’t work this simply. Even though Semi tried his best, the music was part of his body and Shirabu’s senses were overly sensitive in the silence. Silent humming, an accidental exclamation, the drumming of ten fingers, he’d heard all of them.
Shirabu never outright mentioned this to Semi, he felt that he shouldn’t complain when his partner was already trying his best for him. In addition, it wasn’t like Semi was the only thing distracting him. A car passing by, a dog’s barking, his own thoughts.
Shirabu sighed, willing himself to go back to his desk and continue studying or he would never finish. The sooner he finished, the sooner he would be able to go to bed and snuggle up to his boyfriend as a small reward.
He sat down with a resolve, put on his glasses and-
Flinched when he heard a shout from the next room. He glared at the wall separating him from the makeshift studio but the sound of rapid footsteps tapping against wooden floor made his eyes soften before opening wide in curiosity as he expected Semi’s running form appear in the door.
“Kenjirou, Kenjirou, Kenjirou!” Semi called excitedly. He had his headphones and his phone in his hand as he hurried to Shirabu.
“What is it?”
“Listen to this!” Semi shoved the phone and headphones into Shirabu’s hands, a wide grin on his face.
Shirabu shook his head disapprovingly. “I can’t, I have to study. I’ll listen after I’m done.”
“No, I just made this for you,” Semi insisted.
Shirabu was unmoved. “Thanks but I’ll listen to it later, okay?”
Having a song dedicated to him wasn’t anything new. Semi wrote tons of songs about or for Shirabu, claiming that Shirabu was his muse or similarly cheesy lines. Shirabu received songs for birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day, Christmas, etc. It was not enough to prioritize it over his education. His exam had a deadline, his time with Semi was forever.
However, Semi seemed extra insistent today. Irritated, he took the headphone from Shirabu’s lap and placed it on the younger one’s head. “I’ve been trying to make a song that helps you focus better when you’re studying. It should be a melody that’s steady, tunes out the little noises but doesn’t distract you.”
“Does something like that even exist?” Shirabu stared at him skeptically.
“Sure, it does. I’ve read a bunch of articles and a few books about it,” Semi said with a proud grin.
“And you made a song like that for me?”
“Well, we’ll see if I actually managed to do that after you listened to it.” Semi took his phone and played the melody, gesturing Shirabu to go back to studying while he distanced himself and sat on the bed.
Shirabu listened to the melody that played on repeat. It was nice and calming and had something of that style Semi seemed to inflect into all of his creations, a certain atmosphere that screamed ‘Semi Eita’. An atmosphere Shirabu loved. It soothed his anxious mind and he made an attempt to read the biology text in front of him.
Before Shirabu even realized it, he reached the end of the section he assigned for himself for today. He read through all of those ten pages without falling out of focus and stopping. He just read while the pleasant melody played in his ears, cancelling out every other noise and distraction. Shirabu felt touched. Semi really did make something for him to help with focusing in his own way. He almost felt like tearing up. He rubbed his eyes, telling himself that he was only too stressed and exhausted, he definitely wasn’t crying because he felt an overwhelming wave of love for Semi rush over him.
He slowly took off the headphones and placed it on the table.
“You done? How was it?” Semi glanced his way and sat up on the bed, looking at Shirabu expectantly.
Shirabu didn’t say anything, just walked over to Semi, stood between his legs and hugged him tight.
“Thank you,” he muttered, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.
Semi smiled, “So, I take it it’s good, huh?”
“Mhm, it’s perfect,” Shirabu nodded.
The exhilarating feeling of success washed over Semi and he felt like he was flying over the moon. Finally, after so much trial and error, he managed to create something on his own that would help Shirabu. It was the best reward for his hard work.
“Then I’m glad,” he sighed, unable to stop grinning, and he tightened his arms around his boyfriend before falling backwards on the bed with Shirabu landing on his chest.
“Hey!” Shirabu yelled but Semi pushed his head back to rest in the crook of his neck.
“Sleep. You worked hard today,” he said, brushing his fingers through Shirabu’s soft locks and the other man slowly relaxed.
Shirabu inhaled Semi’s scent that he started to associate with home and closed his eyes. “Make me more songs for studying?” he mumbled against Semi’s skin.
Semi’s breath got caught in his throat. He created so many tracks about or for Shirabu but this was the first time that he was asked to make more.
“I’ll make you an entire album,” Semi said, and he was a hundred percent sure that he’d fallen asleep with the widest grin on his face that night because as for his heart, it could’ve burst from all the happiness he’d felt.
