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dog_and_wolfTitle: A Reason Not to Want (And It's Forgotten)
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Junjou Pathetic; Haruhiko Usami/Keiichi Sumi
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Prompt/s: 66. Why they call it falling.
A/n: For my Other Half,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thequeen451, because when you said Neither of them want this enough for it to matter, it kind of won't leave me alone.
Somewhere along the line, Haruhiko falls in love.
The fight is there, he refuses to think that he’s moved; he swears he’s the immovable object but he falls anyway. He will be first to admit that this isn’t something he wants, something he actually yearns for. But he falls, it happens so much like the little trickles of sand washed away with the ocean waves.
It happens at the worst time.
They’re not punching or kicking or fighting, where a punch is a hard kiss and arms-legs around neck-waist isn’t an urge to pull in. Their words aren’t heated or harsh. It’s where they kiss, slow and sweet and harmless and lazy and it’s too much. It’s where they fell into bed without the struggle of limbs, where the sheets aren’t cold and maybe the moon’s shining brighter than usual.
It’s where Haruhiko wakes up, where he’s too lazy to get out and he just sort of lies there staring up at the ceiling. Sheets rustle beside him and suddenly hot breath is against his shoulder. Haruhiko happens to turn his head, to say something condescending and rude, but suddenly he sees.
Suddenly everything’s too surreal. He doesn’t see from the outside. It’s with a warm cheek on his shoulder, a hand pressed against his hip, that he realizes.
He’s gone and fallen in love.
And it’s the kind that hurts. He’s fallen in love before, of course; it was easier, he knew he didn’t stand a chance. He was an outsider, uninvolved in their personal matters and he was okay with that.
But this, falling in love with this pathetic boy, is completely unbearable. It’s not perfect, neither of them are. Falling in love is easy, where it doesn’t hurt, where everything’s better. Falling in love is different. It makes his blood run cold, his heart feel warm.
This isn’t something he wants.
But then there is the press of a cheek against his shoulder, a hand against his hip that makes him think and think and think. He blames the brat, blames his opaque smiles and brokenness.
Haruhiko’s fallen too hard, too sudden.
With a rustle of sheets and a soft creak, he gets up and leaves.
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Junjou Pathetic; Haruhiko Usami/Keiichi Sumi
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500themesPrompt/s: 66. Why they call it falling.
A/n: For my Other Half,
thequeen451, because when you said Neither of them want this enough for it to matter, it kind of won't leave me alone. She's looking at me, straight to center,
No room at all for any other thought.
And I know I don't want this,
Oh, I swear I don't want this,
There's a reason I don't want this,
But I forgot.
And I know I don't want this,
Oh, I swear I don't want this,
There's a reason I don't want this,
But I forgot.
Somewhere along the line, Haruhiko falls in love.
The fight is there, he refuses to think that he’s moved; he swears he’s the immovable object but he falls anyway. He will be first to admit that this isn’t something he wants, something he actually yearns for. But he falls, it happens so much like the little trickles of sand washed away with the ocean waves.
It happens at the worst time.
They’re not punching or kicking or fighting, where a punch is a hard kiss and arms-legs around neck-waist isn’t an urge to pull in. Their words aren’t heated or harsh. It’s where they kiss, slow and sweet and harmless and lazy and it’s too much. It’s where they fell into bed without the struggle of limbs, where the sheets aren’t cold and maybe the moon’s shining brighter than usual.
It’s where Haruhiko wakes up, where he’s too lazy to get out and he just sort of lies there staring up at the ceiling. Sheets rustle beside him and suddenly hot breath is against his shoulder. Haruhiko happens to turn his head, to say something condescending and rude, but suddenly he sees.
Suddenly everything’s too surreal. He doesn’t see from the outside. It’s with a warm cheek on his shoulder, a hand pressed against his hip, that he realizes.
He’s gone and fallen in love.
And it’s the kind that hurts. He’s fallen in love before, of course; it was easier, he knew he didn’t stand a chance. He was an outsider, uninvolved in their personal matters and he was okay with that.
But this, falling in love with this pathetic boy, is completely unbearable. It’s not perfect, neither of them are. Falling in love is easy, where it doesn’t hurt, where everything’s better. Falling in love is different. It makes his blood run cold, his heart feel warm.
This isn’t something he wants.
But then there is the press of a cheek against his shoulder, a hand against his hip that makes him think and think and think. He blames the brat, blames his opaque smiles and brokenness.
Haruhiko’s fallen too hard, too sudden.
With a rustle of sheets and a soft creak, he gets up and leaves.