otp: i felt hope

└ Cos this episode is such a WIN for all Arashians.

Cr: Arashi ni Shiyagare 14.01.2017


“Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soulmateyou’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.”     [ insp. ]

baby steps”
AU nemily endgame

Reds, pinks and hues of oranges were found in Keiji’s line of vision lately. He felt more energized like the vibrant red color. He was far happier than he could remember like what the color orange signified. Not to mention the hopelessness was almost gone as he found more pink in his life. 

Loving Koutarou was the best thing that ever happened to him. The small touches would make his skin tingle. There was a spark, a light in their relationship and Keiji never wanted it to fade away. 

There were times when there was a storm among them. When Koutarou would be in his moods-big or small- or when Keiji doubted himself and felt terrible. However, much to Keiji’s relief, they were able to pull it off. They were able to help each other, be the support which lacked before their meeting. 

For now they sat together in the university park, laughing at Koutarou’s funny story of morning’s practice. Keiji’s hand rested on Koutarou’s and they both giggled some more. Koutarou wiped what seemed like tears and beamed at Keiji. 

“Who knew someone like Oikawa Tooru would get stuck in the ball trolley.” 

“Indeed.” Keiji agreed. 

They had stopped laughing and Keiji found himself gazing into those brilliant gold eyes. He felt calloused fingers stroke his jaw before Koutarou cupped his face properly and leaned in close. Keiji closed his eyes as he felt the other’s lips brush against his. Keiji’s fingers brushed against Koutarou’s hand which was cupping his face and deepened their kiss. He tasted a bit of cinnamon on his partner’s lips resulting from their cinnamon roll picnic earlier. Koutarou sighed in between and they pulled away slowly. During the first few times they had kissed Keiji remembered he would avert his eyes in embarrassment. But now he enjoyed looking at the sight before him. 

Koutarou’s red lips in a playful smile, rosy blush dusted on his cheeks and ears and his eyes still having a spark; Keiji treasured it all. 

Times spent with Koutarou were enough. 

Bokuto Koutarou. Male. A year older than Keiji. Bisexual. Terrible flirt. Economics Major. Volleyball player. Has moods which vary in intensity. Gives advice. Forgives easily. Jumps to conclusions easily. Very loving. 

As Koutarou pulled him in for another kiss, Keiji could say, with utmost certainty that Koutarou was his…and his alone.