Special feelings
Name: Special feelings
Pairing: Hashimoto/Totsuka
Rating: G
Beta: damagea
A/N: This fic and its pair are simply the result of me wanting to write some disgustingly cute hasshi/tottsu fics. :'D I'm not sure if they are too long to be called as drabbles but at least they're rather drabble-ish.
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It was already dark when Hashimoto stepped out of the training hall, dead tired, carrying his sports bag on his shoulder. He yawned widely and stood there in front of the glass doors for a moment, looking up to the sky.
There were no stars up there tonight.
It had already stopped raining but there still were dark heavy clouds hanging all over Tokyo. The lights of the building glimmered on the wet asphalt under his feet and the air still smelled like rain. It’d be better to walk quickly to the train station - his father had brought him to work by car that morning and he had forgotten his umbrella home.
The door opened behind him and he heard a warm voice.
“Ryosuke? What’re you standing here for?” Totsuka asked and stopped next to him.
“Nothing special,” Hashimoto said, shrugging. “I just wanted to stay here for a while.”
Totsuka smiled at him amusedly and shook his head a bit.
“Going home? I could give you a drive if you want. You’ll get soaking wet if it starts raining again.”
“Thanks,” Hashimoto said with a small nod, shivering a bit when he noticed the strange, familiar feeling waking up in his stomach again.
Hashimoto had got used to the feeling quite well lately. It wasn’t cold, nor was it especially warm. Sometimes it was both, sometimes neither of them. It didn’t hurt (not very often, at least) but it made him feel a bit uneasy and at the same time it was the best feeling in the world. At its worst it was aching and unsettling, making him stay awake during nights. Yet usually it was happy and fluttering, making his heart beat even faster and his eyes shine brighter.
He knew exactly why he felt like that but he had never managed to figure out what actually caused all those physical sensations in him. Was it his heart? Well, that was how it felt but he knew it was something else in his body that made his heart react that way. His brain, then? Partly, Hashimoto guessed. Even though most of the time he couldn’t explain his feelings even to himself. His hormones? Probably, never mind that he understood nothing about hormones and pheromones and other things like that.
Nevertheless, Hashimoto was each bit aware of the fact that it was Totsuka who made him feel all those things.
They sat in Totsuka’s car silently, both thinking about their own businesses. Big droplets of water started dropping on the windscreen after a few kilometers, and Hashimoto was happy he didn’t need to wait alone at the windy, dark train stop. The radio was silently playing old hits from the ‘90s and the atmosphere was as calm and relaxed as it always was whenever they spent time together.
Hashimoto liked sitting in the same car with Totsuka. The man was a good driver and Hashimoto felt safe with him. Totsuka often drove him home after work since they lived in the same direction, and Hashimoto enjoyed it with all his heart. He wasn’t jealous of Totsuka’s attention during the workdays but still he couldn’t help smiling every time he thought about the way home and the half an hour he could have Totsuka alone with himself.
“Here we are,” Totsuka finally (too soon) said and parked his car in front of a brown detached house.
“Thanks for the drive,” Hashimoto said, “see you tomorrow, then.”
He was just about to open the door when Totsuka made a humming voice.
“Um, Ryosuke.”
Hashimoto looked at the man who suddenly glanced back at him and he felt his breathe catching. Totsuka’s eyes were dark, almost black, and the look made Hashimoto’s heart squeeze painfully in his chest.
“What is it?” he asked, biting his lower lip.
“I just…” Totsuka started, but then he looked away again and flashed and awkward grin, “It’s nothing. I thought I wanted to say something but it seems I totally forgot what it was.”
“Oh. Well then, good night,” Hashimoto said and stumbled out of the car.
“Good night, Ryosuke. See you tomorrow,” Totsuka answered, looking into his eyes again, and his voice and smile were so full of warmth and affection that Hashimoto felt his heart fluttering again.
He stayed out there in the rain, waving until the red backlights of Totsuka’s car vanished in the next crossroads. His fingertips were cold and he felt his hands shaking. Yet he couldn’t help smiling as he thought about the man who was on his way home, driving the dark red Toyota. Hashimoto enjoyed the feeling as long as it continued before he finally started to look for his keys in his bag.
In the end, there might have been one special star on Hashimoto’s sky that night.
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Pairing: Hashimoto/Totsuka
Rating: G
Beta: damagea
A/N: This fic and its pair are simply the result of me wanting to write some disgustingly cute hasshi/tottsu fics. :'D I'm not sure if they are too long to be called as drabbles but at least they're rather drabble-ish.
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It was already dark when Hashimoto stepped out of the training hall, dead tired, carrying his sports bag on his shoulder. He yawned widely and stood there in front of the glass doors for a moment, looking up to the sky.
There were no stars up there tonight.
It had already stopped raining but there still were dark heavy clouds hanging all over Tokyo. The lights of the building glimmered on the wet asphalt under his feet and the air still smelled like rain. It’d be better to walk quickly to the train station - his father had brought him to work by car that morning and he had forgotten his umbrella home.
The door opened behind him and he heard a warm voice.
“Ryosuke? What’re you standing here for?” Totsuka asked and stopped next to him.
“Nothing special,” Hashimoto said, shrugging. “I just wanted to stay here for a while.”
Totsuka smiled at him amusedly and shook his head a bit.
“Going home? I could give you a drive if you want. You’ll get soaking wet if it starts raining again.”
“Thanks,” Hashimoto said with a small nod, shivering a bit when he noticed the strange, familiar feeling waking up in his stomach again.
Hashimoto had got used to the feeling quite well lately. It wasn’t cold, nor was it especially warm. Sometimes it was both, sometimes neither of them. It didn’t hurt (not very often, at least) but it made him feel a bit uneasy and at the same time it was the best feeling in the world. At its worst it was aching and unsettling, making him stay awake during nights. Yet usually it was happy and fluttering, making his heart beat even faster and his eyes shine brighter.
He knew exactly why he felt like that but he had never managed to figure out what actually caused all those physical sensations in him. Was it his heart? Well, that was how it felt but he knew it was something else in his body that made his heart react that way. His brain, then? Partly, Hashimoto guessed. Even though most of the time he couldn’t explain his feelings even to himself. His hormones? Probably, never mind that he understood nothing about hormones and pheromones and other things like that.
Nevertheless, Hashimoto was each bit aware of the fact that it was Totsuka who made him feel all those things.
They sat in Totsuka’s car silently, both thinking about their own businesses. Big droplets of water started dropping on the windscreen after a few kilometers, and Hashimoto was happy he didn’t need to wait alone at the windy, dark train stop. The radio was silently playing old hits from the ‘90s and the atmosphere was as calm and relaxed as it always was whenever they spent time together.
Hashimoto liked sitting in the same car with Totsuka. The man was a good driver and Hashimoto felt safe with him. Totsuka often drove him home after work since they lived in the same direction, and Hashimoto enjoyed it with all his heart. He wasn’t jealous of Totsuka’s attention during the workdays but still he couldn’t help smiling every time he thought about the way home and the half an hour he could have Totsuka alone with himself.
“Here we are,” Totsuka finally (too soon) said and parked his car in front of a brown detached house.
“Thanks for the drive,” Hashimoto said, “see you tomorrow, then.”
He was just about to open the door when Totsuka made a humming voice.
“Um, Ryosuke.”
Hashimoto looked at the man who suddenly glanced back at him and he felt his breathe catching. Totsuka’s eyes were dark, almost black, and the look made Hashimoto’s heart squeeze painfully in his chest.
“What is it?” he asked, biting his lower lip.
“I just…” Totsuka started, but then he looked away again and flashed and awkward grin, “It’s nothing. I thought I wanted to say something but it seems I totally forgot what it was.”
“Oh. Well then, good night,” Hashimoto said and stumbled out of the car.
“Good night, Ryosuke. See you tomorrow,” Totsuka answered, looking into his eyes again, and his voice and smile were so full of warmth and affection that Hashimoto felt his heart fluttering again.
He stayed out there in the rain, waving until the red backlights of Totsuka’s car vanished in the next crossroads. His fingertips were cold and he felt his hands shaking. Yet he couldn’t help smiling as he thought about the man who was on his way home, driving the dark red Toyota. Hashimoto enjoyed the feeling as long as it continued before he finally started to look for his keys in his bag.
In the end, there might have been one special star on Hashimoto’s sky that night.
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