[JE]4 times Sanada listened to sappy love songs+ 1 time Nozawa sang one for him (1/1)
4 times Sanada listened to sappy love songs+ 1 time Nozawa sang one for him
for the Sanazawathon
Regina Spektor- On the Radio
this is how it works/ and we walking arm in arm/ you hope it don't get harmed/on the radio/you hear november rain/that solo's awful long/ but it's a nice refrain/ you listen to it twice/cause the dj is asleep/on the radio.../
The rain pounds louder on the rooftop while Sanada peers out the window. Waterfalls slush against his window, mixing all the color outside of his world into a pallet of wonderful mess. His family is downstairs, circled around mismatched candles and discussing something Sanada can’t hear over the platter of rain against the walls of his room.
The light is out. Sanada sits by the lone radio he dug out from the attic a week ago and plays with the channel switch. It finally settles at a station with a familiar tune: a song Sanada can’t remember and won’t ever hear again.
He wonders if Nozawa is listening to the same thing.
Lisa Hannigan- Ocean and a Rock
my fingers wrap around your words they take the shape of games we play/ i am far away from where you lay, awake the day while you fall to sleep an ocean and a rock away
The café’s stereo blasts a soothing sort of soft-rock while Sanada leans on his elbows. He sits and watches as Nozawa stands in front of the pastry counter, chatting with the waiter about cream and sugar and layers of syrupiness on display. It reminds him of the sweetness of Nozawa that often lingers on Sanada’s lips.
Nozawa hasn’t kissed him since their last fight- a hasty word here and there, someone yelled, something snapped. They spent two whole days ignoring each other before making up. Nozawa never asks for forgiveness, he forgets the millions of little selfish deeds Sanada has done and silently accepts them.
Sometimes Sanada wonders if anyone else can be as selfless, as wonderful. Nozawa is breathtakingly kind and Sanada is an indecisive kid, longing and wanting but never giving.
“I got these,” Nozawa says when he comes back, setting the plates at their table.
“I’m sorry,” Sanada says instead, a week too late.
Nozawa blinks and says nothing. His hand travels across the table and finds its way to Sanada’s, fingers tangled together as Nozawa kisses Sanada on the cheek. “I know,” he whispers with a smile, his sugary breath making Sanada grin foolishly in return.
Beach boys- Wouldn’t it Be Nice
Wouldnt it be nice if we were older/Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long/And wouldn’t it be nice to live together/in the kind of world where we belong/You know its gonna make it that much better/ When we can say goodnight and stay together/Happy times together we’ve been spending/I wish that every kiss was never-ending/ Wouldn’t it be nice
Sanada dances silently in the corner, rehearsing the steps and lyrics he could recite in his sleep. The ipod clipped to his belt shuffles, settling at a song he has never heard of since syncing a batch of oldschool music from his laptop. He stops temporarily and stares at Nozawa dancing at the other end of the room.
Thin bangs brush across Nozawa’s heart shaped face as he stares at the mirrors on a distant wall, scrutinizing his own moves. Sanada can match Nozawa’s dance steps without trying- every sway of the hip and every twist. They’re compatible to the nth degree.
Sanada thinks they’re perfect together.
Taylor Swift- Crazier
You lift my feet off the ground /You spin me around /You make me crazier crazier /Feels like I'm falling and I am lost in your eyes /You make me crazier crazier crazier/I watched from a distance as you made life your own /Every sky was your own kind of blue /And I wanted to know how that would feel /And you made it so real
Nozawa looks up when the first fireworks go off, colors splattering across the night sky. He watches quietly with a small smile, hand still holding tightly onto the bag of goldfish he won for Sanada. The music from the takoyaki stand plays in the background, echoing exactly how Sanada feels.
They stand out; two teenage boys dressed in normal clothing amongst a sea of couples with their yukata-clad girlfriends. Sanada finds himself shifting closer to Nozawa, a grin on face as they sit under strings of tiny night lights decorating the park.
“When you were young,” Sanada begins. “Did you ever wish you could come watch this with someone special?”
“I am watching it with someone special,” Nozawa tells him. He pauses when Sanada drops something in his hand. Nozawa picks the chain up and stares as the light reflects in his eyes.
“Happy anniversary.” Sanada grins sheepishly.
+ 1 time Nozawa sang one for him
John Mayer- Heart of Life
I hate to see you cry/Lying there in that position/There's things you need to hear/So turn off your tears and listen/You know it's nothing new/Bad news never had good timing/Then the circle of your friends/Will defend the silver lining
Sanada wakes up after another impromptu sleepover at Nozawa’s house and finds the taller boy sitting on his windowsill, singing to an unfamiliar tune from Sanada’s ipod. Sanada blinks when Nozawa turns around, a smile gracing his face despite the early hour.
“Is this what you listen to all the time?” Nozawa asks while removing the earphones. He leans over just in time to brush the sleep out of Sanada’s hair. Nozawa plucks one of the white buds in Sanada’s right ear while they sit side by side on the bed.
After a few minutes Nozawa’s humming turns into words, lyrics. It’s a delicate sort of sound, completely different from their moments of controlled vocalization on shounen club or even during rehearsals. He smiles when the song ends, letting Sanada capture his lips.
“You can be sappy sometimes, too.” Sanada smirks.
“Only for you, sweetheart.” Nozawa laughs, ignoring the light punch he gets from Sanada.
AN: A small preview from the upcoming sanazawa-thon. SANAZAWA-THON HERE. I came up with this prompt and was told that I had to write it, so I did. Or maybe I just wanted to write about my favorite songs.
for the Sanazawathon
Regina Spektor- On the Radio
this is how it works/ and we walking arm in arm/ you hope it don't get harmed/on the radio/you hear november rain/that solo's awful long/ but it's a nice refrain/ you listen to it twice/cause the dj is asleep/on the radio.../
The rain pounds louder on the rooftop while Sanada peers out the window. Waterfalls slush against his window, mixing all the color outside of his world into a pallet of wonderful mess. His family is downstairs, circled around mismatched candles and discussing something Sanada can’t hear over the platter of rain against the walls of his room.
The light is out. Sanada sits by the lone radio he dug out from the attic a week ago and plays with the channel switch. It finally settles at a station with a familiar tune: a song Sanada can’t remember and won’t ever hear again.
He wonders if Nozawa is listening to the same thing.
Lisa Hannigan- Ocean and a Rock
my fingers wrap around your words they take the shape of games we play/ i am far away from where you lay, awake the day while you fall to sleep an ocean and a rock away
The café’s stereo blasts a soothing sort of soft-rock while Sanada leans on his elbows. He sits and watches as Nozawa stands in front of the pastry counter, chatting with the waiter about cream and sugar and layers of syrupiness on display. It reminds him of the sweetness of Nozawa that often lingers on Sanada’s lips.
Nozawa hasn’t kissed him since their last fight- a hasty word here and there, someone yelled, something snapped. They spent two whole days ignoring each other before making up. Nozawa never asks for forgiveness, he forgets the millions of little selfish deeds Sanada has done and silently accepts them.
Sometimes Sanada wonders if anyone else can be as selfless, as wonderful. Nozawa is breathtakingly kind and Sanada is an indecisive kid, longing and wanting but never giving.
“I got these,” Nozawa says when he comes back, setting the plates at their table.
“I’m sorry,” Sanada says instead, a week too late.
Nozawa blinks and says nothing. His hand travels across the table and finds its way to Sanada’s, fingers tangled together as Nozawa kisses Sanada on the cheek. “I know,” he whispers with a smile, his sugary breath making Sanada grin foolishly in return.
Beach boys- Wouldn’t it Be Nice
Wouldnt it be nice if we were older/Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long/And wouldn’t it be nice to live together/in the kind of world where we belong/You know its gonna make it that much better/ When we can say goodnight and stay together/Happy times together we’ve been spending/I wish that every kiss was never-ending/ Wouldn’t it be nice
Sanada dances silently in the corner, rehearsing the steps and lyrics he could recite in his sleep. The ipod clipped to his belt shuffles, settling at a song he has never heard of since syncing a batch of oldschool music from his laptop. He stops temporarily and stares at Nozawa dancing at the other end of the room.
Thin bangs brush across Nozawa’s heart shaped face as he stares at the mirrors on a distant wall, scrutinizing his own moves. Sanada can match Nozawa’s dance steps without trying- every sway of the hip and every twist. They’re compatible to the nth degree.
Sanada thinks they’re perfect together.
Taylor Swift- Crazier
You lift my feet off the ground /You spin me around /You make me crazier crazier /Feels like I'm falling and I am lost in your eyes /You make me crazier crazier crazier/I watched from a distance as you made life your own /Every sky was your own kind of blue /And I wanted to know how that would feel /And you made it so real
Nozawa looks up when the first fireworks go off, colors splattering across the night sky. He watches quietly with a small smile, hand still holding tightly onto the bag of goldfish he won for Sanada. The music from the takoyaki stand plays in the background, echoing exactly how Sanada feels.
They stand out; two teenage boys dressed in normal clothing amongst a sea of couples with their yukata-clad girlfriends. Sanada finds himself shifting closer to Nozawa, a grin on face as they sit under strings of tiny night lights decorating the park.
“When you were young,” Sanada begins. “Did you ever wish you could come watch this with someone special?”
“I am watching it with someone special,” Nozawa tells him. He pauses when Sanada drops something in his hand. Nozawa picks the chain up and stares as the light reflects in his eyes.
“Happy anniversary.” Sanada grins sheepishly.
+ 1 time Nozawa sang one for him
John Mayer- Heart of Life
I hate to see you cry/Lying there in that position/There's things you need to hear/So turn off your tears and listen/You know it's nothing new/Bad news never had good timing/Then the circle of your friends/Will defend the silver lining
Sanada wakes up after another impromptu sleepover at Nozawa’s house and finds the taller boy sitting on his windowsill, singing to an unfamiliar tune from Sanada’s ipod. Sanada blinks when Nozawa turns around, a smile gracing his face despite the early hour.
“Is this what you listen to all the time?” Nozawa asks while removing the earphones. He leans over just in time to brush the sleep out of Sanada’s hair. Nozawa plucks one of the white buds in Sanada’s right ear while they sit side by side on the bed.
After a few minutes Nozawa’s humming turns into words, lyrics. It’s a delicate sort of sound, completely different from their moments of controlled vocalization on shounen club or even during rehearsals. He smiles when the song ends, letting Sanada capture his lips.
“You can be sappy sometimes, too.” Sanada smirks.
“Only for you, sweetheart.” Nozawa laughs, ignoring the light punch he gets from Sanada.
AN: A small preview from the upcoming sanazawa-thon. SANAZAWA-THON HERE. I came up with this prompt and was told that I had to write it, so I did. Or maybe I just wanted to write about my favorite songs.