love doesn't need to make sense
Title: We kiss, we make up
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG-13 (one bad word)
Pairing: Yamataro
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: Ryutaro doesn’t really understand it, but for some reason or another, he really loves Yamada.
Written for ambalaka12. ILU bb XD
Ryutaro doesn’t really understand it; then again, no one does, if Chinen’s confused amusement and Yabu’s brotherly concern is anything to go by, but for some reason or another, he really loves Yamada.
No really, he does and it makes no sense; Yuto and Keito constantly remind him of this fact with raised brows, Daiki with a flurry of questions and Hikaru with a laughing “What the fuck, seriously?”
They constantly fight, teasing jokes that quickly become painful insults that always result in colorful bruises and occasionally a bloody nose or lip. And he can’t even begin to count the number of times he’s made the older boy cry, which he feels terrible for because Yamada is a big softie who just wants to make everyone happy, Inoo quietly tells him while Takaki comforts the crying boy, himself included (despite their fights).
It makes no sense, but despite it all, he loves Yamada; loves the way he smiles, all bright and cheerful and beautiful. Loves the way his smaller hands fit so perfectly with his, fingers laced together. He loves his kisses, his hugs, his squishy little body, and he even loves his snarky comments and occasional temper, all wrapped up in his amazing and adorable personality.
He loves Yamada.
And surprisingly, for some odd reason, Yamada loves him back.
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG-13 (one bad word)
Pairing: Yamataro
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: Ryutaro doesn’t really understand it, but for some reason or another, he really loves Yamada.
Written for ambalaka12. ILU bb XD
Ryutaro doesn’t really understand it; then again, no one does, if Chinen’s confused amusement and Yabu’s brotherly concern is anything to go by, but for some reason or another, he really loves Yamada.
No really, he does and it makes no sense; Yuto and Keito constantly remind him of this fact with raised brows, Daiki with a flurry of questions and Hikaru with a laughing “What the fuck, seriously?”
They constantly fight, teasing jokes that quickly become painful insults that always result in colorful bruises and occasionally a bloody nose or lip. And he can’t even begin to count the number of times he’s made the older boy cry, which he feels terrible for because Yamada is a big softie who just wants to make everyone happy, Inoo quietly tells him while Takaki comforts the crying boy, himself included (despite their fights).
It makes no sense, but despite it all, he loves Yamada; loves the way he smiles, all bright and cheerful and beautiful. Loves the way his smaller hands fit so perfectly with his, fingers laced together. He loves his kisses, his hugs, his squishy little body, and he even loves his snarky comments and occasional temper, all wrapped up in his amazing and adorable personality.
He loves Yamada.
And surprisingly, for some odd reason, Yamada loves him back.