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Yet another fic-post for the people with actual lives to ignore.
Because I said I would,
Title: Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
Author: helga
Rating: PG
Pairing: Yukimura/Sanada
Summary: Sanada is distracted.
A/N: The fluff. Good lord, the fluff. *hides*
"I think," Yukimura says reflectively, "that the sky looks bluer now."
Sanada looks up, and doesn't see much of a difference. But then, that's probably because he's with Yukimura, and when you're with Yukimura, things like the colour of the sky become trivial and unimportant. Yukimura pulls all the attention to himself, simply by existing, because he's just like that - one of those people who always seem just a little more alive and a little more there and a little more important than everyone else.
But Sanada doesn't think he could ever explain that to Yukimura, and that even if he tried Yukimura would probably laugh at him. So he says, "yes," because Yukimura has only been healthy and out of the hospital for a few weeks, and everything probably still feels newer and better and more colourful to him now. The sky probably does seem bluer to him, and that makes it true.
They're on their way home from tennis practise. Their tennis bags are slung over their shoulders, and they've changed back into their school uniforms. Yukimura is still wearing the headband he always wears when he's playing though. He's been keeping it on after practice ever since he came back, and Sanada suspects that Yukimura would probably wear it to class, too, if he didn't think that would seem too ridiculous.
Nationals are coming up soon, and Yukimura is getting better faster than anyone could have dreamed of. The whole team has been working harder than ever, determined that nothing is going to be able to stop them from winning now. Sanada thinks this is what he should spend his time thinking about, but it isn't. That's why he waited for Yukimura today after practise, and why they're walking home together now.
"Yukimura," Sanada says. "I just wanted to tell you, that ever since you came back, I keep thinking of how much I'd like to kiss you."
The realisation hit Sanada the minute Yukimura stepped into their classroom again for the first time after his illness. In retrospect, it seems like a strange realisation, because he honestly really should have known already. He can't imagine there has ever been a world where he didn't want to kiss Yukimura, and he knows he has wanted to for the longest time. It should have been so obvious.
Perhaps it was a bit like looking up one day and realising that you've never really given thought to the fact that the sky is blue before.
It's been hard to think of anything else, ever since.
Yukimura turns his head to look at Sanada, the expression on his face unreadable. "Why don't you, then?" he finally says, sounding mildly curious more than anything.
"There's... a lot going on. Nationals are coming up. I thought it could be distracting," Sanada explains. "But I thought you should know," he adds.
Sanada has never been anything if not direct.
Yukimura smiles, then, the smile that's at the same time both challenging, and slightly amused, and a bit arrogant, too; the smile that was missing the whole time while he was in the hospital. "Aren't you already distracted?" he asks.
Sanada can't but agree, because of course Yukimura is right.
They come to a halt there on the pavement. "Let's try something," Yukimura says, taking his hands out of his pockets and reaching up to snatch the cap from Sanada's head with one hand. Then, with the other one, he grabs Sanada's shoulder, pulls him closer and kisses him. Sanada closes his eyes and kisses him back, stepping a little closer and putting his hand on Yukimura's waist to steady the world. Maybe he was wrong about one thing, Sanada thinks. Maybe Yukimura isn't more alive than anyone else after all. Maybe Sanada just thinks he is because being with Yukimura always makes Sanada feel more alive. And he can't remember ever feeling this alive before, and maybe that's because Yukimura is closer to him now than he ever has been before.
Yukimura pulls away and breaks the kiss, and Sanada reluctantly opens his eyes. He leans his forehead against Yukimura's for a moment before Yukimura steps back and puts the cap back on Sanada's head. He then watches as Yukimura slides the tennis bag off his shoulder, unzips it and rummages through it, searching for something. "Was that distracting?" he asks, without looking up.
The question doesn't really need an answer, so Sanada doesn't say anything. But he thinks that it wasn't distracting so much as enlightening, because now he knows better than ever that the most important thing in the world is that he'll get to kiss Yukimura again.
Meanwhile, Yukimura finds what he's looking for and pulls out a tennis ball from his bag. He zips the bag back up and stands up. "Here," he says, holding it out to Sanada. As Sanada reaches out his hand for it, his fingertips brush over Yukimura's wrist, and he lets them touch Yukimura's skin for just a moment too long before he takes the ball from him.
"There," Yukimura says, smiling. There's even more of a challenge than usual in the smile this time. "It's in your court now. You can choose when you'll return it."
With that, he shoulders his bag again, and turns to leave. "See you tomorrow, Sanada!" he calls over his shoulder, without turning around.
Sanada watches him walk away for a while, and then puts the tennis ball in his pocket and goes home, thinking about Yukimura, and about tennis matches, and about tomorrow.
Because I said I would,
Title: Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
Author: helga
Rating: PG
Pairing: Yukimura/Sanada
Summary: Sanada is distracted.
A/N: The fluff. Good lord, the fluff. *hides*
"I think," Yukimura says reflectively, "that the sky looks bluer now."
Sanada looks up, and doesn't see much of a difference. But then, that's probably because he's with Yukimura, and when you're with Yukimura, things like the colour of the sky become trivial and unimportant. Yukimura pulls all the attention to himself, simply by existing, because he's just like that - one of those people who always seem just a little more alive and a little more there and a little more important than everyone else.
But Sanada doesn't think he could ever explain that to Yukimura, and that even if he tried Yukimura would probably laugh at him. So he says, "yes," because Yukimura has only been healthy and out of the hospital for a few weeks, and everything probably still feels newer and better and more colourful to him now. The sky probably does seem bluer to him, and that makes it true.
They're on their way home from tennis practise. Their tennis bags are slung over their shoulders, and they've changed back into their school uniforms. Yukimura is still wearing the headband he always wears when he's playing though. He's been keeping it on after practice ever since he came back, and Sanada suspects that Yukimura would probably wear it to class, too, if he didn't think that would seem too ridiculous.
Nationals are coming up soon, and Yukimura is getting better faster than anyone could have dreamed of. The whole team has been working harder than ever, determined that nothing is going to be able to stop them from winning now. Sanada thinks this is what he should spend his time thinking about, but it isn't. That's why he waited for Yukimura today after practise, and why they're walking home together now.
"Yukimura," Sanada says. "I just wanted to tell you, that ever since you came back, I keep thinking of how much I'd like to kiss you."
The realisation hit Sanada the minute Yukimura stepped into their classroom again for the first time after his illness. In retrospect, it seems like a strange realisation, because he honestly really should have known already. He can't imagine there has ever been a world where he didn't want to kiss Yukimura, and he knows he has wanted to for the longest time. It should have been so obvious.
Perhaps it was a bit like looking up one day and realising that you've never really given thought to the fact that the sky is blue before.
It's been hard to think of anything else, ever since.
Yukimura turns his head to look at Sanada, the expression on his face unreadable. "Why don't you, then?" he finally says, sounding mildly curious more than anything.
"There's... a lot going on. Nationals are coming up. I thought it could be distracting," Sanada explains. "But I thought you should know," he adds.
Sanada has never been anything if not direct.
Yukimura smiles, then, the smile that's at the same time both challenging, and slightly amused, and a bit arrogant, too; the smile that was missing the whole time while he was in the hospital. "Aren't you already distracted?" he asks.
Sanada can't but agree, because of course Yukimura is right.
They come to a halt there on the pavement. "Let's try something," Yukimura says, taking his hands out of his pockets and reaching up to snatch the cap from Sanada's head with one hand. Then, with the other one, he grabs Sanada's shoulder, pulls him closer and kisses him. Sanada closes his eyes and kisses him back, stepping a little closer and putting his hand on Yukimura's waist to steady the world. Maybe he was wrong about one thing, Sanada thinks. Maybe Yukimura isn't more alive than anyone else after all. Maybe Sanada just thinks he is because being with Yukimura always makes Sanada feel more alive. And he can't remember ever feeling this alive before, and maybe that's because Yukimura is closer to him now than he ever has been before.
Yukimura pulls away and breaks the kiss, and Sanada reluctantly opens his eyes. He leans his forehead against Yukimura's for a moment before Yukimura steps back and puts the cap back on Sanada's head. He then watches as Yukimura slides the tennis bag off his shoulder, unzips it and rummages through it, searching for something. "Was that distracting?" he asks, without looking up.
The question doesn't really need an answer, so Sanada doesn't say anything. But he thinks that it wasn't distracting so much as enlightening, because now he knows better than ever that the most important thing in the world is that he'll get to kiss Yukimura again.
Meanwhile, Yukimura finds what he's looking for and pulls out a tennis ball from his bag. He zips the bag back up and stands up. "Here," he says, holding it out to Sanada. As Sanada reaches out his hand for it, his fingertips brush over Yukimura's wrist, and he lets them touch Yukimura's skin for just a moment too long before he takes the ball from him.
"There," Yukimura says, smiling. There's even more of a challenge than usual in the smile this time. "It's in your court now. You can choose when you'll return it."
With that, he shoulders his bag again, and turns to leave. "See you tomorrow, Sanada!" he calls over his shoulder, without turning around.
Sanada watches him walk away for a while, and then puts the tennis ball in his pocket and goes home, thinking about Yukimura, and about tennis matches, and about tomorrow.