His body seems to be moving on autopilot as deft fingers
loosen the tight knot of his tie in jerky movements that are so unlike him. His
eyes scan the crowd for that familiar tuft of black, spiky, unruly hair and a
twinge of panic jabs at him when he can’t find Hajime anywhere.
His name, said in that same rough voice with just the
softest hints of complete and utter love, makes him melt in relief. Tooru turns
around and his breath catches in his throat when he finally lays eyes on him.
Hajime’s face shines with a thin coat of sweat, his tie
completely undone and resting haphazardly across his shoulders. His shirt is a
size too small, showing off his delectable arms and those broad shoulders that
have always been a source of strength and support to Tooru. His cheeks are flushed
and the broad grin on his face is so genuine, so raw, so Hajime. Tooru swallows
slowly and takes a step closer, and Hajime mirrors him, his smile softer, but
no less happy.
One step, two step, three steps and they meet, with no place
to go, no place to run, no place to hide.
Hajime’s head tilts up the slightest bit the same moment
Tooru raises his hand and hesitantly places it on his shoulder before sliding
it up, cupping the side of Hajime’s neck.
“We did it huh?” Tooru chuckles, mere centimeters away from
Hajime nods, leaning into Tooru’s touch. “We sure did. I’m
proud of myself for not killing you, you know.”
“I’m proud of you too.”
Hajime huffs and leans in closer. “Shut up and kiss me
And Tooru does, with a smile on his face and a pounding heart.
He pulls back a moment later, his eyes still squeezed shut when he murmurs, “Always.”
Hajime’s the one to close the distance between them,
stealing Tooru’s lips and his breath and his heart all over again, and he doesn’t
need to say it for Tooru to understand.
That’s what I said baby, it’s where it’s at baby, I’ll wear a smile while I’ll stab you in the back baby. So watch your step kid, protect your neck kid, and if you’re lucky they won’t find you fucking dead. 🔪
You sat across the room from your best friend, Peter Parker. He was laying in his bed, fiddling with some gadget he made. A soft smile formed on your face as you watched him, trying to memorize him. The two of you had graduated high school just a week ago and for the first time in a long time you would be separated because of college. So you tried to remember little details about him whenever you could, like how his tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth a bit when he was focusing really hard on something.