In which I get crazy posting #1
Pairing: Hiroto/Nao
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: B'day present for miharuru because she deserves it~ Sorry it's so short.
Hiroto thinks about it while he lies on his bed, about the incident and her words. His whole body aches miserabily everytime he moves even slightly. He has sent Ren to bed earlier tonight so he could take care of his bruises and cuts without his little brother worrying over him. His body looked terrible on the mirror, pale skin patched with red, black and blue, but the injuries aren’t that many on his eyes - being beaten up into a pulp and out of his senses wouldn’t look bad to him if that would have kept Nao save.
Hiroto realizes it as the knife cuts into his skin, a deep and burning pain waving through him from his hand. But he doesn’t mind the pain. He welcomes it, because it shakes him, awakes him and clears up his mind. All his senses are screaming at him to let go of the blade, but his voice is surprisingly steady as he speaks, and the mess in his mind clears up with every word he lets out. He knows the other man is listening, but he speaks mostly for himself, and only when he finishes does he realize that everything he says is true, that he means every word he has said.
The pain is maddening when he finally lets go of the blade and it takes everything he has not to scream as he drops to the ground. Everything is a blurry after his friends find him, and for the next few days he can’t work nor help at home. He can’t even clench his fist in rage when Nao’s brother comes to see him and tells him to break up with her.
But Hiroto does not quite care, not that much, because she has told him not to give up, and he is so crazily in love with her, there is nothing she would ask from him he wouldn’t be happy to do.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: B'day present for miharuru because she deserves it~ Sorry it's so short.
Hiroto thinks about it while he lies on his bed, about the incident and her words. His whole body aches miserabily everytime he moves even slightly. He has sent Ren to bed earlier tonight so he could take care of his bruises and cuts without his little brother worrying over him. His body looked terrible on the mirror, pale skin patched with red, black and blue, but the injuries aren’t that many on his eyes - being beaten up into a pulp and out of his senses wouldn’t look bad to him if that would have kept Nao save.
Hiroto realizes it as the knife cuts into his skin, a deep and burning pain waving through him from his hand. But he doesn’t mind the pain. He welcomes it, because it shakes him, awakes him and clears up his mind. All his senses are screaming at him to let go of the blade, but his voice is surprisingly steady as he speaks, and the mess in his mind clears up with every word he lets out. He knows the other man is listening, but he speaks mostly for himself, and only when he finishes does he realize that everything he says is true, that he means every word he has said.
The pain is maddening when he finally lets go of the blade and it takes everything he has not to scream as he drops to the ground. Everything is a blurry after his friends find him, and for the next few days he can’t work nor help at home. He can’t even clench his fist in rage when Nao’s brother comes to see him and tells him to break up with her.
But Hiroto does not quite care, not that much, because she has told him not to give up, and he is so crazily in love with her, there is nothing she would ask from him he wouldn’t be happy to do.