[fic] my kind of lullaby
Title: my kind of lullaby
Character/Pairing(s): Morimoto kyoudai, vague mention of HSJ
Disclaimer: standard disclaimer applies; I don’t own them.
Word Count: 364 words
Summary: he can’t sleep. Although kind of weird, it works for him.
Notes: fluffy? ^_^;;
The clock by his bedside reads 3.23 a.m. currently and he’s still wide awake as an owl.
He keeps tossing and turning so hard the bedcover almost comes off that he has to get off the bed to fix it. It’s troublesome; to not be able to go to sleep.
The clock now reads 3.26 a.m. in LED green.
Plopping himself back onto the bed, he tries to force himself to sleep. He has school tomorrow and he doesn’t want to doze off during class, or probably fall asleep while walking to school and then fall in the middle of the road and probably die from being hit by something.
(It’s in the dead of night and he can’t sleep; he’s not thinking properly.)
Finally resigning to his awful fate of not being able to go to sleep, he grabs his phone and starts looking at mails in his inbox.
There are spam mails (delete), funny mails from friends (save), chain mails (delete) and goodnight mails?
He’s forgotten he’d gotten those regularly from the members.
“That’s it,” he decides, grabbing his earphones and connecting them to his phone.
After putting them on, he presses play and ten minutes later he’s off to dreamland.
//
“Nii-chan! You’re gonna be late!” yells one irate Shintaro. He barges into Ryutaro’s room and pulls down the blanket to reveal his rather peaceful looking (and dead asleep) brother.
Confused, he notices the earphones his brother is wearing and blames it on Ryutaro being late that day. Pulling one of it out, he can hear Hikaru’s voice coming from it.
It can’t be... could it?
He grabs Ryutaro’s phone and sees the playlist his brother is listening to. Chuckling to himself, he sees Ryutaro stirs and opens his eyes.
“Shintaro? What are you doing in my room?” and he notices his phone in Shintaro’s hand. His eyes go wide and the phone is dropped on him promptly by Shintaro.
The younger runs out of the room, yelling, “I’M TELLING~”
He’s never going to live this down, he knows it. Sighing, he stands up, letting the phone slides off of him onto his bed and rushes to get ready.
His phone is still playing the ‘alarm tones’ playlist on repeat.
Character/Pairing(s): Morimoto kyoudai, vague mention of HSJ
Disclaimer: standard disclaimer applies; I don’t own them.
Word Count: 364 words
Summary: he can’t sleep. Although kind of weird, it works for him.
Notes: fluffy? ^_^;;
The clock by his bedside reads 3.23 a.m. currently and he’s still wide awake as an owl.
He keeps tossing and turning so hard the bedcover almost comes off that he has to get off the bed to fix it. It’s troublesome; to not be able to go to sleep.
The clock now reads 3.26 a.m. in LED green.
Plopping himself back onto the bed, he tries to force himself to sleep. He has school tomorrow and he doesn’t want to doze off during class, or probably fall asleep while walking to school and then fall in the middle of the road and probably die from being hit by something.
(It’s in the dead of night and he can’t sleep; he’s not thinking properly.)
Finally resigning to his awful fate of not being able to go to sleep, he grabs his phone and starts looking at mails in his inbox.
There are spam mails (delete), funny mails from friends (save), chain mails (delete) and goodnight mails?
He’s forgotten he’d gotten those regularly from the members.
“That’s it,” he decides, grabbing his earphones and connecting them to his phone.
After putting them on, he presses play and ten minutes later he’s off to dreamland.
//
“Nii-chan! You’re gonna be late!” yells one irate Shintaro. He barges into Ryutaro’s room and pulls down the blanket to reveal his rather peaceful looking (and dead asleep) brother.
Confused, he notices the earphones his brother is wearing and blames it on Ryutaro being late that day. Pulling one of it out, he can hear Hikaru’s voice coming from it.
It can’t be... could it?
He grabs Ryutaro’s phone and sees the playlist his brother is listening to. Chuckling to himself, he sees Ryutaro stirs and opens his eyes.
“Shintaro? What are you doing in my room?” and he notices his phone in Shintaro’s hand. His eyes go wide and the phone is dropped on him promptly by Shintaro.
The younger runs out of the room, yelling, “I’M TELLING~”
He’s never going to live this down, he knows it. Sighing, he stands up, letting the phone slides off of him onto his bed and rushes to get ready.
His phone is still playing the ‘alarm tones’ playlist on repeat.