White Flag
Title: White Flag
Pairing: Yabu Kota x Yaotome Hikaru (YabuHika)
Type: Drabble
Genre: Romance, fluff, comedy
Disclaimer: Boys aren’t mine.
Warning: My English is bad.
For sayori_story2 thanks for always helping me in literally everything. I don't know how to thank you properly, but hope this fluffey yabuhika will bright your day ;;
"It's bleeding.... I'm going to die...."
Hikaru looks at his flowing blood in horror. Sweat starts dripping down from his forehead, and the aura on his face is so dark like all those cheerful sides of him drain to the lowest level. All his muscles are doing gymnastic move inside his stomach, being panic.
He hasn’t been functioning close to normal. At all. Instead, scariest thoughts keep running. I don't want to die. I'm afraid to die. The blood thing freaks him out. But however much, it won't make the pain any less.
"Kouchan..." He mumbles the name, weakly, as though Kota is the only option he has for now.
"Hikaru..." The older guy puts down the magazine he was currently holding few minutes ago. Standing in front of Hikaru with full concern, tapping the younger's shoulders. "It's just a paper-cut. You'll be fine."
“…………………………………….”
Just a paper-cut. How come Kota say those words like it doesn't matter? Dammnital. Whether it's paper-cut or knife-cut, if it makes his fingers bleed then it's a hint of disaster. But as he becomes a regular fixture between them, at some points-nonsense, it’s quite hard to make Kota comes more sharply into focus.
"Easy for you! My fingers are filled with fresh blood! I'm going to collapse soon!"
"Don't be exaggerating!" Kota tsk. Absolutely has no mood for any reason. "Nobody ever die because they got paper-cut! Use your head!"
"Wha--" Hikaru intends to protest. This ball of being insulted lodges itself. And no, he won’t just let Kota brings this problem to sit and die. It ain’t that simple. But few seconds later, before he can process words to spill, Kota already pulls his index finger,
and sucks it.
Suddenly. Unprepared.
Hikaru just blinks, particularly doesn't expect any of this situation. They pass a moment of silence, stand, and breathe.
"Done." Kota backs off, wiping his mouth by thumb. "Now you aren't going to die."
"That was--"
"Yes?"
"That was unexpected.” Hikaru said, thrown in between joke or just surprise in general.
"All good things always come when we don't expect it."
"Nope. Not really. Not all things."
"Yes. All things."
There it comes again. Never ending argument. "Damn. You're so stubborn."
"Want an example? Then, this..."
And Hikaru doesn’t say anything else, because Kota is kissing him. Sweeping his full lips in a gentle move, thin mustache all fluttering. They’re soft and warm; default setting of him. And the way Kota grabs his waist to vanish those inches between them is just something Hikaru barely handles. Screw it. Kota always knows how to defeat him.
“So, still want to argue me? Come on, you’ll never win.” He smirks like a sign of victory.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
“Someday you’ll regret for daring yourself against Yaotome Hikaru.” He promises, glancing over his shoulder,
flushed cheeks.
---END---
Pairing: Yabu Kota x Yaotome Hikaru (YabuHika)
Type: Drabble
Genre: Romance, fluff, comedy
Disclaimer: Boys aren’t mine.
Warning: My English is bad.
For sayori_story2 thanks for always helping me in literally everything. I don't know how to thank you properly, but hope this fluffey yabuhika will bright your day ;;
"It's bleeding.... I'm going to die...."
Hikaru looks at his flowing blood in horror. Sweat starts dripping down from his forehead, and the aura on his face is so dark like all those cheerful sides of him drain to the lowest level. All his muscles are doing gymnastic move inside his stomach, being panic.
He hasn’t been functioning close to normal. At all. Instead, scariest thoughts keep running. I don't want to die. I'm afraid to die. The blood thing freaks him out. But however much, it won't make the pain any less.
"Kouchan..." He mumbles the name, weakly, as though Kota is the only option he has for now.
"Hikaru..." The older guy puts down the magazine he was currently holding few minutes ago. Standing in front of Hikaru with full concern, tapping the younger's shoulders. "It's just a paper-cut. You'll be fine."
“…………………………………….”
Just a paper-cut. How come Kota say those words like it doesn't matter? Dammnital. Whether it's paper-cut or knife-cut, if it makes his fingers bleed then it's a hint of disaster. But as he becomes a regular fixture between them, at some points-nonsense, it’s quite hard to make Kota comes more sharply into focus.
"Easy for you! My fingers are filled with fresh blood! I'm going to collapse soon!"
"Don't be exaggerating!" Kota tsk. Absolutely has no mood for any reason. "Nobody ever die because they got paper-cut! Use your head!"
"Wha--" Hikaru intends to protest. This ball of being insulted lodges itself. And no, he won’t just let Kota brings this problem to sit and die. It ain’t that simple. But few seconds later, before he can process words to spill, Kota already pulls his index finger,
and sucks it.
Suddenly. Unprepared.
Hikaru just blinks, particularly doesn't expect any of this situation. They pass a moment of silence, stand, and breathe.
"Done." Kota backs off, wiping his mouth by thumb. "Now you aren't going to die."
"That was--"
"Yes?"
"That was unexpected.” Hikaru said, thrown in between joke or just surprise in general.
"All good things always come when we don't expect it."
"Nope. Not really. Not all things."
"Yes. All things."
There it comes again. Never ending argument. "Damn. You're so stubborn."
"Want an example? Then, this..."
And Hikaru doesn’t say anything else, because Kota is kissing him. Sweeping his full lips in a gentle move, thin mustache all fluttering. They’re soft and warm; default setting of him. And the way Kota grabs his waist to vanish those inches between them is just something Hikaru barely handles. Screw it. Kota always knows how to defeat him.
“So, still want to argue me? Come on, you’ll never win.” He smirks like a sign of victory.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
“Someday you’ll regret for daring yourself against Yaotome Hikaru.” He promises, glancing over his shoulder,
flushed cheeks.
---END---