(news) obsession; nishikato
Rating: G
Genre: Whatever
Notes: Drabble. aka; I'm tired, it's 3:30am, do not expect much 8D; More age-y stuff. I'm a sucker for it, hurhur. Shige's a dork.
one. The first time Shige sees Ryo, he wants to be his friend. Sure, it’s probably because at seven years old, Shige iss a socially curious boy, but either way. He wants to. So, he runs up and sits down next to him at the top of the slide. Ryo snickers, slides down. Shige naturally follows, but his landing is nothing like the way Ryo jumps off onto two feet gracefully. It involves more face, more bark, more ow.
two. By the time Shige’s ten, he finds himself still chasing the boy from the park down the road. But now Ryo’s got a bicycle. A bicycle. Shige pouts and tries to keep up but the wheels are too fast for him. Why can’t Shige have wheels? He runs after him, trips on his laces and grazes his hands on the ground.
three. Shige turns fifteen and he finally starts to keep his distance. Well, keeps it, but doesn’t stop watching the boy. He lives next door, Ryo does. Shige finally notices and starts spending a lot of time in the kitchen eating. Ryo’s bedroom’s across the way from Shige’s kitchen window. It makes for a good evening viewing. Shige realizes he likes to watch Ryo do his schoolwork; the way he sort of, struggles over it, bites his lip and frowns a lot. Shige is so engrossed one evening his hand slips into his freshly made, hot cup ramen.
four. It’s brought to Shige’s attention at seventeen that he’s never even talked to his older neighbor. He wants to oppose his mother’s insightful comment but instead slams his hand too hard, too weirdly on the counter top, sprains his pinky.
five. Nineteen; twelve years of watching one person. Shige begins to think maybe, just maybe, he’s formed some kind of complex. He even starts to dream. Dream. Shige doesn’t even know what Ryo’s voice sounds like, but he’s there anyway. But Shige always ends up pissed off, smacking his head on something. Like a lamp for example.
six. And he finally gets sick of himself at twenty. He storms over to Ryo’s house - his mum’s out, saw her leave earlier - and rings the doorbell. Ryo opens the door, eyes widening in surprise. “I think,” Shige mumbles, clears his throat. “I think I’m obsessed with you.”
Ryo laughs, “Your face is hilarious,” invites him inside. And Shige stumbles a little walking through the doorway, but manages to keep himself up. Success.
“Why do you think that?” Ryo questions, hands him a glass (aka plastic cup; but he’s not that young) of ice water. Not that Shige asked.
“I like to watch you. A lot. I have for thirteen years now,” he counts on his fingers.
Ryo wonders whether to be grateful for or scared of the bluntness. He takes it well either way, shoves Shige up against the wall and slips his tongue into the other's mouth, presses their bodies together.
It’s nice, Shige thinks. Despite the ice cold water covering his foot.
Genre: Whatever
Notes: Drabble. aka; I'm tired, it's 3:30am, do not expect much 8D; More age-y stuff. I'm a sucker for it, hurhur. Shige's a dork.
one. The first time Shige sees Ryo, he wants to be his friend. Sure, it’s probably because at seven years old, Shige iss a socially curious boy, but either way. He wants to. So, he runs up and sits down next to him at the top of the slide. Ryo snickers, slides down. Shige naturally follows, but his landing is nothing like the way Ryo jumps off onto two feet gracefully. It involves more face, more bark, more ow.
two. By the time Shige’s ten, he finds himself still chasing the boy from the park down the road. But now Ryo’s got a bicycle. A bicycle. Shige pouts and tries to keep up but the wheels are too fast for him. Why can’t Shige have wheels? He runs after him, trips on his laces and grazes his hands on the ground.
three. Shige turns fifteen and he finally starts to keep his distance. Well, keeps it, but doesn’t stop watching the boy. He lives next door, Ryo does. Shige finally notices and starts spending a lot of time in the kitchen eating. Ryo’s bedroom’s across the way from Shige’s kitchen window. It makes for a good evening viewing. Shige realizes he likes to watch Ryo do his schoolwork; the way he sort of, struggles over it, bites his lip and frowns a lot. Shige is so engrossed one evening his hand slips into his freshly made, hot cup ramen.
four. It’s brought to Shige’s attention at seventeen that he’s never even talked to his older neighbor. He wants to oppose his mother’s insightful comment but instead slams his hand too hard, too weirdly on the counter top, sprains his pinky.
five. Nineteen; twelve years of watching one person. Shige begins to think maybe, just maybe, he’s formed some kind of complex. He even starts to dream. Dream. Shige doesn’t even know what Ryo’s voice sounds like, but he’s there anyway. But Shige always ends up pissed off, smacking his head on something. Like a lamp for example.
six. And he finally gets sick of himself at twenty. He storms over to Ryo’s house - his mum’s out, saw her leave earlier - and rings the doorbell. Ryo opens the door, eyes widening in surprise. “I think,” Shige mumbles, clears his throat. “I think I’m obsessed with you.”
Ryo laughs, “Your face is hilarious,” invites him inside. And Shige stumbles a little walking through the doorway, but manages to keep himself up. Success.
“Why do you think that?” Ryo questions, hands him a glass (aka plastic cup; but he’s not that young) of ice water. Not that Shige asked.
“I like to watch you. A lot. I have for thirteen years now,” he counts on his fingers.
Ryo wonders whether to be grateful for or scared of the bluntness. He takes it well either way, shoves Shige up against the wall and slips his tongue into the other's mouth, presses their bodies together.
It’s nice, Shige thinks. Despite the ice cold water covering his foot.