Drabbles (Subaru/Yasu, Subaru/Ryo, Subaru/Ohkura)
Subaru/Yasu for pinkpapyrus
The moment just before dawn is Subaru’s favourite time of the day to be with Yasu. Intimate warmth under the cover of evanescent darkness, skin against skin, Subaru feels like he can say whatever comes to his mind, let it go completely free. And, maybe, if he speaks softly enough, the last minutes of the night will stretch a bit longer.
“Sex with Yasu is like a day at the amusement park,” he whispers in the crook of Yasu’s neck. Yasu giggles against his pillow and Subaru tightens his embrace and nuzzles behind his ear. “A morning, very early, before the crowds come in, and I board on the biggest roller coaster, the one that makes me dizzy and high on adrenalin, and I never want the ride to end.”
“Best ride of your life?” Yasu whispers back teasingly and giggles again. Subaru bites his ear in retribution for mocking his beautiful imagery, but he is still grinning even as the first rays of sunshine sneak into the room.
Subaru/Ryo for ilanabean42
On Monday, Ryo glances past his onigiri to find Subaru staring at him. He eats the onigiri in one bite and gives Subaru a look.
On Tuesday, Ryo turns away from the vending machine to find Subaru standing right behind him. “What’s up?” he asks and, when he gets no other response from Subaru than a wide eyed stare, he shrugs, opens his coffee can and walks away.
On Wednesday, Ryo wakes up from a nap to find Subaru bent over him, their noses almost brushing. He yelps and hits Subaru in the face. “The fuck are you doing?” he asks and Subaru gives him a vaguely hurt look and goes to wrap himself around Yasu.
Thursday is Ryo’s day off and he doesn’t give a thought about his bandmate(s). And, of course, this has nothing to do with how he gives half of his onigiri to Subaru on Friday morning. And it’s not even remotely related to how he buys two cans of coffee from the vending machine and offers one to Subaru after lunch.
But Ryo is not really that dense so, when he cracks an eye open and sees Subaru hovering above him once again, he doesn’t yell this time, but pulls him onto the couch with him wordlessly and lets him cuddle.
Subaru/Ohkura for pinkpapyrus
Ohkura’s shoulder was comfortable. It was comfortable and just the right height for Subaru to rest his head on. Not that he needed any excuse, because Ohkura would always lend his shoulder without a word, let alone a question.
From time to time, Ohkura would tilt his head and press his cheek against the top of Subaru’s head. He’d bury his nose in Subaru’s hair and nuzzle in a kiss. Most of the time, he’d just stand there like a pillar, not rigid, but warm and supportive.
In quiet moments, Subaru didn’t even need to open his eyes to know. Ohkura could communicate in vibes, rhythmic pulsations that set the beat. Subaru felt them and adjusted his breathing accordingly.
In the end, as loud as the Kansai boys could be, true meaning always remained beyond words and, with his head on Ohkura’s shoulder, eyes surveying the rest of his band, Subaru didn’t have to ask: he knew they were all in sync.