1. Nishidaka - Sleeping
A recycled fic means it was an old story that i took and rewrote, better LOL.
Hidaka scrubbed his hair dry, not wanting to use a blow dryer so late into the night. Finished, he threw the towel into the bin by the door and turned the light off. His feet padded on the soft carpet heading down the hall to the bedroom. He was shirtless, something about wearing a shirt to bed was weird for him and overly large pajama pants with little cartoon planes on them sat around his hips. Nissy had bought him the pants randomly one day when out with Naoya. He said Hidaka needed more than the same two pants he wore every night.
He reached the bedroom nudging the door open with his foot. A soft dim light filled the small dark room room from the hall, he smiled looking at the bed. Nissy was sleeping, curled on his side under some of the thin white blankets. A large concert shirt (Hidakas) was falling off his shoulders, his dark brown hair still wet and un-styled spread across the bed. The dim light shining on his face, Hidaka just had to stop and wonder how he was so lucky. To end in a band that was so much like a family with amazing talent, and not only that but with Nissy who was so loving, adorable and just perfect. Sure the guy was over dramatic loud and made less sense then a backwards rap, but those were the things Hidaka loved. He thought sometimes why him, he didn't do anything special why did he deserve this. But he'd have it no other way, he wouldn't trade this for anything else. Turning the light off he shoved the covers up sliding under them, he tugged Nissy into his arms legs and feet tangled together. He left his arms wrapped around the smaller boys waist, burying his face in the vanilla scented hair as he sighed and relaxed into the bed. He smiled softly when Nissy nuzzled into his chest, adjusting himself to be more comfortable against Hidaka. Hidaka closed his eyes listening to the deep breaths of the smaller man as he fell asleep.
No. He wouldn't trade this for anything.
Hidaka scrubbed his hair dry, not wanting to use a blow dryer so late into the night. Finished, he threw the towel into the bin by the door and turned the light off. His feet padded on the soft carpet heading down the hall to the bedroom. He was shirtless, something about wearing a shirt to bed was weird for him and overly large pajama pants with little cartoon planes on them sat around his hips. Nissy had bought him the pants randomly one day when out with Naoya. He said Hidaka needed more than the same two pants he wore every night.
He reached the bedroom nudging the door open with his foot. A soft dim light filled the small dark room room from the hall, he smiled looking at the bed. Nissy was sleeping, curled on his side under some of the thin white blankets. A large concert shirt (Hidakas) was falling off his shoulders, his dark brown hair still wet and un-styled spread across the bed. The dim light shining on his face, Hidaka just had to stop and wonder how he was so lucky. To end in a band that was so much like a family with amazing talent, and not only that but with Nissy who was so loving, adorable and just perfect. Sure the guy was over dramatic loud and made less sense then a backwards rap, but those were the things Hidaka loved. He thought sometimes why him, he didn't do anything special why did he deserve this. But he'd have it no other way, he wouldn't trade this for anything else. Turning the light off he shoved the covers up sliding under them, he tugged Nissy into his arms legs and feet tangled together. He left his arms wrapped around the smaller boys waist, burying his face in the vanilla scented hair as he sighed and relaxed into the bed. He smiled softly when Nissy nuzzled into his chest, adjusting himself to be more comfortable against Hidaka. Hidaka closed his eyes listening to the deep breaths of the smaller man as he fell asleep.
No. He wouldn't trade this for anything.