paper-thin jealousy [durarara!!]
Title: paper-thin jealousy
Author: riouu
Length: 1569 words. (oneshot)
Fandom: Durarara!!
Pairing: Tsukishima Shizuo/Hachimenroppi Izaya
Warnings: Gay stuff, cute things, kissing, Roppi being silly.
Summary: Of all things, a damnable scrap of red paper was closer than he was to Tsukishima. So naturally, Hachimenroppi despised it.
paper-thin jealousy;
♥
This was completely irrational, utterly foolish. Somehow he couldn’t quite help it though - but really, it was just a scrap of meaningless paper and why the hell should he be envious of it? It was not something sentient, it derived no gratification or feeling at all from hanging out of Tsukishima’s mouth for half of the day, stuck to his lips, clinging to them. It served no purpose.
But it was still there, where Hachimenroppi quietly longed he could be for half a day like that, and so he was jealous.
He did not know what that paper even was. A ticket? If so, then for what? In some ways it resembled a train ticket but Hachimenroppi wasn’t sure he’d ever seen words printed onto its surface; perhaps there had been once but Tsukishima had nibbled them all off over time. Despite himself, he found himself overcome with a snort of amusement.
Across the table from him, Tsukishima glanced up, peeking shyly over the rim of his glasses at his friend. Hachimenroppi watched his cheeks slowly turn a darker shade of pink the longer he was stared at. That damn paper was in his mouth even now, being idly turned over and over; Hachimenroppi wondered if he perhaps secretly smoked and the action was a subtle craving for a cigarette. No, no, surely not, he thought, if anything he’d be craving a sweet. Addicted to lolly-pops or something.
“R-Roppi…chan? Is something wrong?”
Hachimenroppi snapped back to reality. “No,” he answered far too quickly. His eyes narrowed.
“Roppi-chan…”
“Ugh, don’t give me that.” Dropping his pen and abandoning the crossword (which he had been filling in out of sheer boredom) Hachimenroppi stood and made to escape to another room where he wouldn’t have to face his own stupid feelings and that damnable paper. Or Tsuki, for that matter. The boy was far too good at reading him now, seeing through all Hachimenroppi’s defensive antics and remarks. “Nothing’s wrong, leave me alone.”
He was also far too hard-headed for his own good, even though he was normally known to be shy and timid. If Tsukishima became too curious or intent on finding something out then he wouldn’t drop the topic, and Hachimenroppi knew this well. When he passed him hurriedly on the way to the door, Tsukishima caught his wrist in a tight grasp and Hachimenroppi knew he wouldn’t be allowed the comfort of running.
“Roppi-chan, you can tell me if something’s bothering you…” Tsukishima mumbled, staring down at the table though he did not relinquish his grip. “I-I don’t know what I might be able to do to help b-but I’ll never know if you don’t tell me what’s wrong!” He stood and Hachimenroppi frowned at the way the young blond towered over him, despite Hachimenroppi being the elder of the two. And yet, even with his height and the possibility of him being able to dominate others, to intimidate them with his mere appearance, Tsukishima spoke softly and shakily, like a nervous or insecure child. “Roppi-chan, talk to me…”
He was too close. Hachimenroppi felt his cheeks turning pink and tried to pull back. He was held stubbornly in place, much to his displeasure. “It’s silly, don’t worry about it.”
“It can’t be silly if you’re this worked up over it…”
“I’m worked up over something silly!” Tugging at the surprisingly strong hands now locked around both his wrists, Hachimenroppi tried to flee again. It didn’t work. This was embarrassing.
“Roppi-chan.” Anyone else and Hachimenroppi would have slapped them and told them to shut the hell up. Instead he found himself blushing further and struggled, yanking at his trapped limbs. Tsukishima was different though; he said his name differently, was the only one Hachimenroppi even consented to calling him by such a cutesy nickname; he acted different from other people around him and he felt nicer too. Something warm, something soft, something comforting and good. For all this however, Hachimenroppi did not want to tell him how he felt, even though he was quite sure that Tsukishima would accept those sentiments joyously. He was probably hoping to hear them one day.
It was for this exact reason that Hachimenroppi was reluctant to say anything at all.
“I-it’s nothing, really.”
But it was becoming more and more difficult to hide it. Tsukishima was still playing with that red paper, twisting it between his lips as he looked down at Hachimenroppi, blinking curiously as if he thought that staring at him for long enough would yield an answer. Hachimenroppi glowered darkly at him but even this was not enough to make Tsukishima leave him be.
“I really don’t want to say it. It’s stupid, now let go.”
“I’m sure it’s not stupid! I won’t care anyway, Roppi-chan. I-I won’t laugh, promise.”
“…If…” Hachimenroppi gave a little growl under his breath, hating how difficult it was to say anything regarding the topic he was trying so desperately to avoid. “If you want to know what it is then you have to let go.”
“You won’t run?”
“I won’t.”
Curious, Tsukishima slowly loosened his grip and eventually Hachimenroppi’s hands were free. He pulled back but in the end did not distance himself from the blond as he had intended to (even while promising not to flee). Instead he took a step closer, gazing intently up at Tsukishima’s face through stray strands of his dark hair. The red paper taunted him still, flicking about between those lips, carefree. Enough was enough, surely. Snarling and startling Tsukishima in the process, he reached up and snatched the paper scrap away, throwing it to the floor - he proceeded to stamp on it, much to Tsukishima’s surprise.
“R-Roppi-chan, why did you--!”
“Shut up. That damn thing annoys me, you know.”
“But why? I-It’s just a piece of p--!”
“It’s always in your mouth!” shouted Hachimenroppi, wringing his hands weakly. It was so difficult to keep things inside when he got worked up like this, he found - and somehow he didn’t care about that right now. Perhaps because he was far too focused on Tsukishima and the paper. “It’s closer than I am and I hate it! I want to be closest, I want to be on Tsuki’s lips!” Without his full consent it all came out at once; feelings and demands and all that foolish jealousy and Hachimenroppi did not even bother to catch himself or hastily deny it. In situations like this it was better not to think at all. He dared a glance upward and saw that Tsukishima was staring at him.
“W-Wait, Roppi-chan, what are you saying…?”
“I’m saying I want to kiss you, Tsuki. I’m saying that I like you, that I have feelings for you; I’m saying that I’ve been envying a stupid piece of paper for god knows how long just because it’s closer to you than me! I told you it was stupid.” With that Hachimenroppi folded his arms across his chest and glowered at the floor - his arms were a defence, a solid shield against anything hurtful Tsukishima would respond with.
But then he held him. Without so much as a word Tsukishima gathered the frustrated, blushing man into his arms and held him. It was a loose embrace to begin with but in no time at all the grip was tightening and Hachimenroppi was pressed into a warm chest; close, so close, and warm. Though initially surprised, he instinctively clutched at him, wanting to be closer. The closest, even. He clung to Tsukishima and melted into him. After a couple of moments, he heard a soft murmur.
“…est.”
“What?” It had been muffled by the scarf, probably barely a mumble to begin with but Hachimenroppi was sure that Tsukishima had said something. He didn’t know what as he hadn’t heard it properly, but he sure as hell was going to find out.
Shifting, Tsukishima tilted his head a bit so his face was brought out of the depths of his scarf. His hot breath washed over Hachimenroppi’s ear and he trembled, and clung more tightly. “You are the closest, Roppi-chan.”
“But the paper--”
“The paper isn’t…it’s not a person? It’s like those pens you chew, you know? You wiggle them in your mouth when you’re typing and you suck on them and it’s…it’s like that.”
Hachimenroppi pouted. He did not want to be told that he had been doing something as terrible (in his mind) as what Tsukishima had with the paper. It simply was not possible. Rather more forcefully than he’d meant to, he reached and took hold of Tsukishima’s head, fingers tangling in his blond hair before he yanked him up and away from his ear. The action drew a pained yelp from Tsukishima but then Hachimenroppi had stepped up to cover his mouth with a kiss and he became silent.
They remained in that long silence for three minutes after breaking apart, standing awkwardly in the room, close together. Hachimenroppi counted each second to himself, under his breath. Glancing down he saw the red paper on the floor, stuck half under his foot, and couldn’t resist casting a smirk in its direction.
“…I really like you, Roppi-chan.”
“Mmh.” Hachimenroppi leaned his forehead against his chest and heard Tsukishima’s racing heart. He kissed him again, lips pressing to the soft material of his scarf. “I like Tsuki-kun too.”
♥
end.
Notes: More Tsuki/Roppi because I am a bit of a derp for this pairing. I've been having a bit of writers' block recently, actually, so I picked up a different request on the meme (this one) to fill to try to get out of it. Now this is finished, I'll go back to the other things I have to write and see if the writers' block has cleared~. I really hope it has, sob.
(from a prompt on the kink meme, found here.)
One day I will manage to write something with these two that is not insanely sugar-sweet. Something DRAMATIC! Or, idk. I will also manage to make Roppi not a dumbass one day, I swear. D: He's really derpy in my fan fiction for some reason.
If you read this, I thank you from the depths of my heart.
♪ riou
Author: riouu
Length: 1569 words. (oneshot)
Fandom: Durarara!!
Pairing: Tsukishima Shizuo/Hachimenroppi Izaya
Warnings: Gay stuff, cute things, kissing, Roppi being silly.
Summary: Of all things, a damnable scrap of red paper was closer than he was to Tsukishima. So naturally, Hachimenroppi despised it.
paper-thin jealousy;
♥
This was completely irrational, utterly foolish. Somehow he couldn’t quite help it though - but really, it was just a scrap of meaningless paper and why the hell should he be envious of it? It was not something sentient, it derived no gratification or feeling at all from hanging out of Tsukishima’s mouth for half of the day, stuck to his lips, clinging to them. It served no purpose.
But it was still there, where Hachimenroppi quietly longed he could be for half a day like that, and so he was jealous.
He did not know what that paper even was. A ticket? If so, then for what? In some ways it resembled a train ticket but Hachimenroppi wasn’t sure he’d ever seen words printed onto its surface; perhaps there had been once but Tsukishima had nibbled them all off over time. Despite himself, he found himself overcome with a snort of amusement.
Across the table from him, Tsukishima glanced up, peeking shyly over the rim of his glasses at his friend. Hachimenroppi watched his cheeks slowly turn a darker shade of pink the longer he was stared at. That damn paper was in his mouth even now, being idly turned over and over; Hachimenroppi wondered if he perhaps secretly smoked and the action was a subtle craving for a cigarette. No, no, surely not, he thought, if anything he’d be craving a sweet. Addicted to lolly-pops or something.
“R-Roppi…chan? Is something wrong?”
Hachimenroppi snapped back to reality. “No,” he answered far too quickly. His eyes narrowed.
“Roppi-chan…”
“Ugh, don’t give me that.” Dropping his pen and abandoning the crossword (which he had been filling in out of sheer boredom) Hachimenroppi stood and made to escape to another room where he wouldn’t have to face his own stupid feelings and that damnable paper. Or Tsuki, for that matter. The boy was far too good at reading him now, seeing through all Hachimenroppi’s defensive antics and remarks. “Nothing’s wrong, leave me alone.”
He was also far too hard-headed for his own good, even though he was normally known to be shy and timid. If Tsukishima became too curious or intent on finding something out then he wouldn’t drop the topic, and Hachimenroppi knew this well. When he passed him hurriedly on the way to the door, Tsukishima caught his wrist in a tight grasp and Hachimenroppi knew he wouldn’t be allowed the comfort of running.
“Roppi-chan, you can tell me if something’s bothering you…” Tsukishima mumbled, staring down at the table though he did not relinquish his grip. “I-I don’t know what I might be able to do to help b-but I’ll never know if you don’t tell me what’s wrong!” He stood and Hachimenroppi frowned at the way the young blond towered over him, despite Hachimenroppi being the elder of the two. And yet, even with his height and the possibility of him being able to dominate others, to intimidate them with his mere appearance, Tsukishima spoke softly and shakily, like a nervous or insecure child. “Roppi-chan, talk to me…”
He was too close. Hachimenroppi felt his cheeks turning pink and tried to pull back. He was held stubbornly in place, much to his displeasure. “It’s silly, don’t worry about it.”
“It can’t be silly if you’re this worked up over it…”
“I’m worked up over something silly!” Tugging at the surprisingly strong hands now locked around both his wrists, Hachimenroppi tried to flee again. It didn’t work. This was embarrassing.
“Roppi-chan.” Anyone else and Hachimenroppi would have slapped them and told them to shut the hell up. Instead he found himself blushing further and struggled, yanking at his trapped limbs. Tsukishima was different though; he said his name differently, was the only one Hachimenroppi even consented to calling him by such a cutesy nickname; he acted different from other people around him and he felt nicer too. Something warm, something soft, something comforting and good. For all this however, Hachimenroppi did not want to tell him how he felt, even though he was quite sure that Tsukishima would accept those sentiments joyously. He was probably hoping to hear them one day.
It was for this exact reason that Hachimenroppi was reluctant to say anything at all.
“I-it’s nothing, really.”
But it was becoming more and more difficult to hide it. Tsukishima was still playing with that red paper, twisting it between his lips as he looked down at Hachimenroppi, blinking curiously as if he thought that staring at him for long enough would yield an answer. Hachimenroppi glowered darkly at him but even this was not enough to make Tsukishima leave him be.
“I really don’t want to say it. It’s stupid, now let go.”
“I’m sure it’s not stupid! I won’t care anyway, Roppi-chan. I-I won’t laugh, promise.”
“…If…” Hachimenroppi gave a little growl under his breath, hating how difficult it was to say anything regarding the topic he was trying so desperately to avoid. “If you want to know what it is then you have to let go.”
“You won’t run?”
“I won’t.”
Curious, Tsukishima slowly loosened his grip and eventually Hachimenroppi’s hands were free. He pulled back but in the end did not distance himself from the blond as he had intended to (even while promising not to flee). Instead he took a step closer, gazing intently up at Tsukishima’s face through stray strands of his dark hair. The red paper taunted him still, flicking about between those lips, carefree. Enough was enough, surely. Snarling and startling Tsukishima in the process, he reached up and snatched the paper scrap away, throwing it to the floor - he proceeded to stamp on it, much to Tsukishima’s surprise.
“R-Roppi-chan, why did you--!”
“Shut up. That damn thing annoys me, you know.”
“But why? I-It’s just a piece of p--!”
“It’s always in your mouth!” shouted Hachimenroppi, wringing his hands weakly. It was so difficult to keep things inside when he got worked up like this, he found - and somehow he didn’t care about that right now. Perhaps because he was far too focused on Tsukishima and the paper. “It’s closer than I am and I hate it! I want to be closest, I want to be on Tsuki’s lips!” Without his full consent it all came out at once; feelings and demands and all that foolish jealousy and Hachimenroppi did not even bother to catch himself or hastily deny it. In situations like this it was better not to think at all. He dared a glance upward and saw that Tsukishima was staring at him.
“W-Wait, Roppi-chan, what are you saying…?”
“I’m saying I want to kiss you, Tsuki. I’m saying that I like you, that I have feelings for you; I’m saying that I’ve been envying a stupid piece of paper for god knows how long just because it’s closer to you than me! I told you it was stupid.” With that Hachimenroppi folded his arms across his chest and glowered at the floor - his arms were a defence, a solid shield against anything hurtful Tsukishima would respond with.
But then he held him. Without so much as a word Tsukishima gathered the frustrated, blushing man into his arms and held him. It was a loose embrace to begin with but in no time at all the grip was tightening and Hachimenroppi was pressed into a warm chest; close, so close, and warm. Though initially surprised, he instinctively clutched at him, wanting to be closer. The closest, even. He clung to Tsukishima and melted into him. After a couple of moments, he heard a soft murmur.
“…est.”
“What?” It had been muffled by the scarf, probably barely a mumble to begin with but Hachimenroppi was sure that Tsukishima had said something. He didn’t know what as he hadn’t heard it properly, but he sure as hell was going to find out.
Shifting, Tsukishima tilted his head a bit so his face was brought out of the depths of his scarf. His hot breath washed over Hachimenroppi’s ear and he trembled, and clung more tightly. “You are the closest, Roppi-chan.”
“But the paper--”
“The paper isn’t…it’s not a person? It’s like those pens you chew, you know? You wiggle them in your mouth when you’re typing and you suck on them and it’s…it’s like that.”
Hachimenroppi pouted. He did not want to be told that he had been doing something as terrible (in his mind) as what Tsukishima had with the paper. It simply was not possible. Rather more forcefully than he’d meant to, he reached and took hold of Tsukishima’s head, fingers tangling in his blond hair before he yanked him up and away from his ear. The action drew a pained yelp from Tsukishima but then Hachimenroppi had stepped up to cover his mouth with a kiss and he became silent.
They remained in that long silence for three minutes after breaking apart, standing awkwardly in the room, close together. Hachimenroppi counted each second to himself, under his breath. Glancing down he saw the red paper on the floor, stuck half under his foot, and couldn’t resist casting a smirk in its direction.
“…I really like you, Roppi-chan.”
“Mmh.” Hachimenroppi leaned his forehead against his chest and heard Tsukishima’s racing heart. He kissed him again, lips pressing to the soft material of his scarf. “I like Tsuki-kun too.”
♥
end.
Notes: More Tsuki/Roppi because I am a bit of a derp for this pairing. I've been having a bit of writers' block recently, actually, so I picked up a different request on the meme (this one) to fill to try to get out of it. Now this is finished, I'll go back to the other things I have to write and see if the writers' block has cleared~. I really hope it has, sob.
(from a prompt on the kink meme, found here.)
One day I will manage to write something with these two that is not insanely sugar-sweet. Something DRAMATIC! Or, idk. I will also manage to make Roppi not a dumbass one day, I swear. D: He's really derpy in my fan fiction for some reason.
If you read this, I thank you from the depths of my heart.
♪ riou