[fic] looking glass; dream a little dream of us
looking glass | okamori | 370~ words | AU
for re_riko
Maybe everyone would think of him as someone with a mental disorder, but he knows what he sees and he sees a boy, a little younger than himself, on his bedroom window during a rainy day.
The window shook suddenly that day, without having anything hitting it. That was the moment he noticed the other boy.
The boy’s face was blurry due to the heavy rain outside but Keito could make out the basic feature; black jet hair a boyish cut, medium built and the most striking dark eyes he has ever seen.
The moment he finally gotten over his shock, Keito crossed over his room towards the window.
His hand reached up to touch the cool glass.
~ ~ ~ ~
He was grounded on that day, sitting in his room, sulking the day away.
The rain fell heavily on that day. He figured it reflects the anger in his heart and he relished in those thoughts. The throw pillow in his hand was used as a makeshift punching bag until Ryutaro felt like he had cooled down a bit.
When remembering back about the incident that caused him to be grounded, he threw the pillow across his room, hitting his mirror.
The full-length mirror shook upon impact.
Fearing it’d crack, he stood up and inspected the mirror. Thankfully there was no crack he could see. But he stayed rooted in front of his mirror.
He’s not seeing his own reflection; he’s seeing another person that’s not him. A boy; His hair wet and sticking to his face, clothes drenched from the rain he figured.
Maybe he’s seeing things; he thought. After rubbing his eyes a few times, the boy was still there; also looking at him from wherever he is.
He didn’t know what compelled him to do it, but his hand moved, trembling a bit before getting nearer to the surface of the mirror to touch it; to touch the other boy’s hand.
- - - - - - -
In a moment, Keito and Ryutaro locked eyes with each other; complete strangers to each other. They lifted their hands, trying to make sense of each other’s presence and in a moment, their reflections vanished, replaced back with something that they know well; their own reflections.
dream a little dream of us | yamajima | 300~ words | AU
for re_riko
“It’s nice today, isn’t it?” he said, smiling. He was facing up the clear blue sky, using his hand to block the glaring sunlight that afternoon.
The person next to him smiled widely back at him, bouncing instead of walking on the sidewalk.
As both of them walked through the street, the people they’ve passed by talked in a hushed tone. Some were even blatantly pointing a finger at them but they walked together, side by side as if they didn’t see the stares.
In a park, they’ve stopped by and bought an ice-cream for both of them to share. The ice-cream man was nice enough to offer a free one to them.
They sat at one of the benches facing the big pond in the park with their ice-cream.
“Yama-chan, is this fine with you?”
He raised his eyebrow, not understanding the question presented.
Yuto’s eyes trailed throughout the park, there’re still some mothers with small children warning the kids to stay away from them. They’re far away but the gestures and movement they made clearly made it seem that way.
Finally getting his point, Yamada chuckled. “If it’s okay with you, then why won’t it be fine with me?”
“Even if they can’t see me?”
“Even if they can’t see you.”
The ice-cream in Yamada’s hand began to melt and he licked it before it will make his hand sticky and he shoved it into Yuto’s hand, telling him to finish it.
Yuto declined, pointing at the almost setting sun at the horizon.
“See you next year, ne, Yuto-kun?” the smile he put on was not forced but that from acceptance.
“As always.”
Little by little, Yamada could see Yuto began to disappear together with the setting sun, Yuto’s smile being the last part of him to dissipate away.
Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RIKO~ |D hope you liked this. /runs/
for re_riko
Maybe everyone would think of him as someone with a mental disorder, but he knows what he sees and he sees a boy, a little younger than himself, on his bedroom window during a rainy day.
The window shook suddenly that day, without having anything hitting it. That was the moment he noticed the other boy.
The boy’s face was blurry due to the heavy rain outside but Keito could make out the basic feature; black jet hair a boyish cut, medium built and the most striking dark eyes he has ever seen.
The moment he finally gotten over his shock, Keito crossed over his room towards the window.
His hand reached up to touch the cool glass.
~ ~ ~ ~
He was grounded on that day, sitting in his room, sulking the day away.
The rain fell heavily on that day. He figured it reflects the anger in his heart and he relished in those thoughts. The throw pillow in his hand was used as a makeshift punching bag until Ryutaro felt like he had cooled down a bit.
When remembering back about the incident that caused him to be grounded, he threw the pillow across his room, hitting his mirror.
The full-length mirror shook upon impact.
Fearing it’d crack, he stood up and inspected the mirror. Thankfully there was no crack he could see. But he stayed rooted in front of his mirror.
He’s not seeing his own reflection; he’s seeing another person that’s not him. A boy; His hair wet and sticking to his face, clothes drenched from the rain he figured.
Maybe he’s seeing things; he thought. After rubbing his eyes a few times, the boy was still there; also looking at him from wherever he is.
He didn’t know what compelled him to do it, but his hand moved, trembling a bit before getting nearer to the surface of the mirror to touch it; to touch the other boy’s hand.
- - - - - - -
In a moment, Keito and Ryutaro locked eyes with each other; complete strangers to each other. They lifted their hands, trying to make sense of each other’s presence and in a moment, their reflections vanished, replaced back with something that they know well; their own reflections.
dream a little dream of us | yamajima | 300~ words | AU
for re_riko
“It’s nice today, isn’t it?” he said, smiling. He was facing up the clear blue sky, using his hand to block the glaring sunlight that afternoon.
The person next to him smiled widely back at him, bouncing instead of walking on the sidewalk.
As both of them walked through the street, the people they’ve passed by talked in a hushed tone. Some were even blatantly pointing a finger at them but they walked together, side by side as if they didn’t see the stares.
In a park, they’ve stopped by and bought an ice-cream for both of them to share. The ice-cream man was nice enough to offer a free one to them.
They sat at one of the benches facing the big pond in the park with their ice-cream.
“Yama-chan, is this fine with you?”
He raised his eyebrow, not understanding the question presented.
Yuto’s eyes trailed throughout the park, there’re still some mothers with small children warning the kids to stay away from them. They’re far away but the gestures and movement they made clearly made it seem that way.
Finally getting his point, Yamada chuckled. “If it’s okay with you, then why won’t it be fine with me?”
“Even if they can’t see me?”
“Even if they can’t see you.”
The ice-cream in Yamada’s hand began to melt and he licked it before it will make his hand sticky and he shoved it into Yuto’s hand, telling him to finish it.
Yuto declined, pointing at the almost setting sun at the horizon.
“See you next year, ne, Yuto-kun?” the smile he put on was not forced but that from acceptance.
“As always.”
Little by little, Yamada could see Yuto began to disappear together with the setting sun, Yuto’s smile being the last part of him to dissipate away.
Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RIKO~ |D hope you liked this. /runs/