fic: The Steps Back
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bonnefoisTitle: The Steps Back
Series: HanaKimi
Pairing: Akiha/Umeda
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 477
Author's note: fic_promptly: hurry up and wait. Happy (late) birthday, Becky!
The green letters of his clock were the only hint of light in the room. 3:45. With a groan, Umeda turned over. The cat batted at his feet and he pulled back. The little thing was vicious, and loved to bite at his feet, but it adored him about as much as the idiot who gave it to him.
The smell had gone from the other side of the bed. Umeda turned and laid on that side, even though there wasn't even a ghost of a trace of him left.
It was more comfortable, or at least that's what he told himself.
Seven fucking days, and he could barely get to sleep for any of them. What was the world coming to?
At this point he couldn't tell if it was sheer anger keeping him up, or the stupid emotions which that stupid idiot was bringing up in him.
*
He'd been ignoring the texts.
Well, to be fair he'd been smiling over the fucking texts, then tossing away the phone and ignoring its existence and the smiles and that his whole day got better, even when he had ten teenagers coming to his room with pathetic attempts to try and get out of school.
Even when he got stuck in a traffic clogged downtown, when the person in front of him in line took forever, his day still wasn't ruined, just because some idiot kept texting him pictures of his food and stupid love notes.
And nothing made him angrier than that realization.
*
It wasn't like he was counting down the days or anything. Those dark marks on the calender were only showing when his favorite shows would come on.
Shows which were now a little less enjoyable without some idiot babble and the smell of something sweet near him.
*
He'd expected more days, more misery—half in irritation at himself—when he heard the knock on the door. Three days early, without any warning.
"I just couldn't stay away!"
Akiha was standing there, looking ridiculously handsome in his white suit, his hair undone and with such a look of desire on his beautiful face.
Umeda tossed aside the controller, and stood up. He waited for the hug, burying his face in Akiha's shoulder. The wonderful sweet smell was back. Akiha was back, going and making his week so much better just by being stupidly handsome and everything else.
"I'm not forgiving you for this, you know," Umeda said. I'm not forgiving you for making me fall in love with you.
"I missed you too, senpai!"
Umeda broke apart only long enough to pick up one of the throw pillows and toss it at Akiha.
Series: HanaKimi
Pairing: Akiha/Umeda
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 477
Author's note: fic_promptly: hurry up and wait. Happy (late) birthday, Becky!
The green letters of his clock were the only hint of light in the room. 3:45. With a groan, Umeda turned over. The cat batted at his feet and he pulled back. The little thing was vicious, and loved to bite at his feet, but it adored him about as much as the idiot who gave it to him.
The smell had gone from the other side of the bed. Umeda turned and laid on that side, even though there wasn't even a ghost of a trace of him left.
It was more comfortable, or at least that's what he told himself.
Seven fucking days, and he could barely get to sleep for any of them. What was the world coming to?
At this point he couldn't tell if it was sheer anger keeping him up, or the stupid emotions which that stupid idiot was bringing up in him.
*
He'd been ignoring the texts.
Well, to be fair he'd been smiling over the fucking texts, then tossing away the phone and ignoring its existence and the smiles and that his whole day got better, even when he had ten teenagers coming to his room with pathetic attempts to try and get out of school.
Even when he got stuck in a traffic clogged downtown, when the person in front of him in line took forever, his day still wasn't ruined, just because some idiot kept texting him pictures of his food and stupid love notes.
And nothing made him angrier than that realization.
*
It wasn't like he was counting down the days or anything. Those dark marks on the calender were only showing when his favorite shows would come on.
Shows which were now a little less enjoyable without some idiot babble and the smell of something sweet near him.
*
He'd expected more days, more misery—half in irritation at himself—when he heard the knock on the door. Three days early, without any warning.
"I just couldn't stay away!"
Akiha was standing there, looking ridiculously handsome in his white suit, his hair undone and with such a look of desire on his beautiful face.
Umeda tossed aside the controller, and stood up. He waited for the hug, burying his face in Akiha's shoulder. The wonderful sweet smell was back. Akiha was back, going and making his week so much better just by being stupidly handsome and everything else.
"I'm not forgiving you for this, you know," Umeda said. I'm not forgiving you for making me fall in love with you.
"I missed you too, senpai!"
Umeda broke apart only long enough to pick up one of the throw pillows and toss it at Akiha.
