(kiiroi namida) calm; kei/eisuke
Rating: PG (psh, barely lol)
Genre: Fluffy fluff
Notes: I can't believe I wrote Kiiroi Namida fic, lol wth (and it's basically just Ohmiya, ah man these two |D You don't even need to see the damn movie to be able to read this, basically just Eisuke=Nino & Kei=Ohno, LOL 8DD). Idek if anyone cares :D But the movie put me in such a good mood and now this song just keeps playing.... crap it's 4:20am D:
Eisuke comes back late that night; expects to find all his friends in the room but there’s only Kei sitting up, still painting as always. He blinks tiredly and drops to the floor, crawling to take a look at the clock. He groans a little, asks, “Where are the others? It’s three o’clock,” and begins to strip down to his boxers for bed.
Kei spins around, stares at him for a second and shrugs, mumbles something that Eisuke misses completely and puts down his paintbrush. “I’ll go to bed now too,” Kei tells him, somewhat determined.
Eisuke quirks an eyebrow before nodding, eyelids refusing to stay open, and he collapses onto the floor; falls asleep instantly.
---
He wakes up the next morning with a heavy weight across his stomach and he shifts uncomfortably, but the weight doesn’t lift. Reluctantly he opens his eyes and notices Kei is using his stomach as a pillow and he rolls his eyes, tapping the other awake. Kei shoots up, squeezes his eyes shut and opens them again continuously for a few seconds to adjust to the light, and then looks down at Eisuke. His eyebrows furrow as he tries to remember why he’s so ridiculously close.
Eisuke smiles, says, “Good morning,” and starts to get up.
But then Kei grabs onto his ankle and Eisuke has no idea what his friend is doing, and by the confused look on Kei’s face, he doesn’t know either. Eisuke gives in, sits back down again and waits for him to speak up.
Kei opens his mouth for a second before closing it again, and then instead of speaking, he crawls forward, places his lips against Eisuke’s so briefly that it can hardly be called a kiss. He jumps away then, eyes wide in realisation and he grabs a canvas and paints and runs from the apartment.
---
“F-for you,” Kei says, handing the canvas over to Eisuke, looking down, hat over his face.
Eisuke takes the painting, holding it up in the light and he knows what Kei is capable of, but he still can’t help but gasp a little. He runs his fingers down the smooth surface and smiles; thinks that somehow just the two of them in that park look good together.
“Thanks,” Eisuke tells him, and Kei nods, keeps his head down, but Eisuke still manages to see the smile that forms on his lips.
Genre: Fluffy fluff
Notes: I can't believe I wrote Kiiroi Namida fic, lol wth (and it's basically just Ohmiya, ah man these two |D You don't even need to see the damn movie to be able to read this, basically just Eisuke=Nino & Kei=Ohno, LOL 8DD). Idek if anyone cares :D But the movie put me in such a good mood and now this song just keeps playing.... crap it's 4:20am D:
Eisuke comes back late that night; expects to find all his friends in the room but there’s only Kei sitting up, still painting as always. He blinks tiredly and drops to the floor, crawling to take a look at the clock. He groans a little, asks, “Where are the others? It’s three o’clock,” and begins to strip down to his boxers for bed.
Kei spins around, stares at him for a second and shrugs, mumbles something that Eisuke misses completely and puts down his paintbrush. “I’ll go to bed now too,” Kei tells him, somewhat determined.
Eisuke quirks an eyebrow before nodding, eyelids refusing to stay open, and he collapses onto the floor; falls asleep instantly.
---
He wakes up the next morning with a heavy weight across his stomach and he shifts uncomfortably, but the weight doesn’t lift. Reluctantly he opens his eyes and notices Kei is using his stomach as a pillow and he rolls his eyes, tapping the other awake. Kei shoots up, squeezes his eyes shut and opens them again continuously for a few seconds to adjust to the light, and then looks down at Eisuke. His eyebrows furrow as he tries to remember why he’s so ridiculously close.
Eisuke smiles, says, “Good morning,” and starts to get up.
But then Kei grabs onto his ankle and Eisuke has no idea what his friend is doing, and by the confused look on Kei’s face, he doesn’t know either. Eisuke gives in, sits back down again and waits for him to speak up.
Kei opens his mouth for a second before closing it again, and then instead of speaking, he crawls forward, places his lips against Eisuke’s so briefly that it can hardly be called a kiss. He jumps away then, eyes wide in realisation and he grabs a canvas and paints and runs from the apartment.
---
“F-for you,” Kei says, handing the canvas over to Eisuke, looking down, hat over his face.
Eisuke takes the painting, holding it up in the light and he knows what Kei is capable of, but he still can’t help but gasp a little. He runs his fingers down the smooth surface and smiles; thinks that somehow just the two of them in that park look good together.
“Thanks,” Eisuke tells him, and Kei nods, keeps his head down, but Eisuke still manages to see the smile that forms on his lips.