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Reki lays out the rest of the blankets on the floor of his bedroom where Langa is currently sprawled out. He drops a few more pillows onto the, well, nest he’s made and plops down next to Langa.
“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep on my bed? I don’t mind taking the floor,” Reki asks.
“It’s ok, sleepovers are more fun this way,” Langa replies, easily and casually as always.
“Ok!” Reki tries to sound nonchalant, but isn’t entirely sure if the attempt was successful as Lanaga looks up at him.
“What’re you watching?” Reki quickly asks as he scoots closer.
Instead of replying Langa moves even closer so their arms are pressed together and their knees are touching. Langa rests his arm against Reki’s so he can see the video and the amount of touch is making Reki’s heart soar and drop both at the same time. They’re so close - he can smell the shampoo Langa always uses and feel his every breath.
Reki can’t focus on the video, he’s trying to use all his willpower to even his breathing. He wants to launch himself at Langa and push him close against him, cover every inch of him with his own body and never let him go. Reki also wants to launch himself across the room because he might just go crazy at any given moment.
They’re always so casual with touches, but they’ve never been this close. Reki can almost feel his heart beating in his throat and he realizes he hasn’t absorbed even a second of the skating video Langa’s showing him.
“Woa, look at that laser flip, this guy’s so good!” Langa gushes, still completely focused on the video.
“Yeah!” Reki manages to get out, a beat too late and his voice high.
Langa doesn’t seem to notice Reki having a quarter life crisis and leans his shoulder against Reki’s. The next video starts on autoplay and Langa lets it play, not hearing any complaints from Reki. Not that Reki can even manage to speak right now. He wonders if Langa can feel how tense he is. He tries to relax his muscles, but he just ends up jostling Langa.
“Hm? Was I heavy?” Langa asks, pulling away just a bit to look at Reki.
They’re still so close and Reki is trying his hardest to act cool, calm, and collected. It’s difficult when Langa is looking at him with his pretty ocean blue eyes. Reki isn’t the best with words, could care less about sounding poetic, but he could probably write a novel on how pretty Langa’s eyes are. He could get lost in them - or something like that.
Reki realizes again a beat too late that Langa’s waiting for a response, “oh, no!”
Before he even knows it, Reki’s saying, “here, we’ll be more comfy this way.”
Reki leans back against the wall and pats the space next to him. He assumes Langa will take up the same position as before, but Langa curls up closer to him. Reki stretches his legs out in front of him instead of crossing them and leans his head back against the wall. He tries to not look panicked as Langa sits just as close to him as before. Arms and now legs, too, pressed against each other. There’s so many points of contact Reki thinks he’s going to pass out.
“You’re always so warm,” Langa comments as he slides down to lean his head against Reki’s shoulder.
Don’t panic, Reki frantically chants in his head. Just because this is the closest they’ve ever been doesn’t mean Reki should start spiraling. Of course not. He can keep his cool. He should let out the breath he’s been holding at least.
Langa’s arm rests against Reki’s again as he hits play once more. The same skating video starts, but Reki could not tell a single thing that’s happening in it. His mind is zeroing in on how nice it is to have Langa so close to him, dare he say, cuddling with him. Reki fights the urge to kiss the top of Langa’s head, it’s just inches away from his lips. He thinks about how soft his icy blue hair would feel against his lips, how strongly he would be able to smell Langa’s signature shampoo. God, should he even know the smell of Langa’s shampoo that well?
That thought spirals into what would Langa’s lips feel like. It’s not like Reki hasn’t thought about that before - he has. Many times. But he’s never thought of it while Langa is pressed up beside him, so close all Reki has to do is tilt Langa’s chin up to kiss him.
He tries to regulate his breathing again and slow his racing heart down. It’d be crazy if he kissed Langa. Would Langa even forgive him? Their friendship is everything to Reki, he can’t envision what he even did before Langa moved to Okinawa. Well, he can, but everything felt so much more dim and muted.
With Langa, everything is brighter, even the simplest things are fun now. Reki doesn’t mind listening to boring lectures in class anymore, because Langa is sitting next to him. He doesn’t mind running errands for the shop anymore, because he gets a ride from Langa on his vespa. He doesn’t mind bailing out as much anymore, because Langa is right there to pull him up. Reki’s joy is infinitely greater with Langa there.
“Reki, you’re like the sun,” Langa says suddenly, stopping the autoplay from going to the next video.
“What?” Reki is caught completely off guard, what can he even respond to that?
It’s so… sweet. Of course Langa would say something so heartbreakingly sweet as an offhand comment. He doesn’t hold back his thoughts, he tells Reki everything and Reki does, too. Apart from “I want to kiss you right now.”
Reki loves this. The trust that they’ve built in the few months they’ve known each other is the most special thing in Reki’s life. Even more than skating. He doesn’t think he would ever be able to say that there’s something more important to him than skateboarding, but here he is. Sitting next to them with their head on his shoulder. Reki wants to melt into a puddle.
“You’re always so warm. Like the sun,” Langa explains and he turns his head further in, pressing his cheek harder against Reki’s arm.
“Oh,” Reki responds, focused on how soft Langa’s cheek feels.
“Then you’d be the moon,” Reki adds after a moment.
You’d be my moon, he thinks to himself. He wishes he could say that.
Langa laughs, “Yeah, I guess that does make sense. We do balance each other out,”
“We do,” Reki says softly.
He wishes he could thread his fingers through Langa’s, his hand is laying idly on his own thigh. Without another thought, he reaches his pinky out and hooks it onto Langa’s pinky so they’re intertwined. Reki’s afraid Langa will pull away, he doesn’t even know where the courage came from to do this.
Langa doesn’t say anything or even flinch. He sighs, it’s quiet and Reki almost thinks Langa sounds content. Maybe he’s overthinking just one sigh, but Reki knows Langa so well. He can detect the emotions that flash across his eyes in just a moment. He can detect the slight changes in his voice, missed by everyone else. He feels pleased to know Langa so well.
And later when they’re lying on their backs trying to fall asleep, Reki feels the same emotions flood through him. He adores Langa, hasn’t adored anyone or anything before this much. They’ve been laughing quietly for hours, trying to not wake anyone up. But, everything just seems so much funnier when they shouldn’t be laughing. Everything is better with Langa, Reki thinks.
It’s almost two in the morning and they have to get up at seven for class. Reki doesn’t know if he can fall asleep, thought after thought swirl through his mind. And all of them are about Langa. He thinks of how Langa isn’t just the moon for him, he’s all the stars in the sky, too. Langa shines so radiantly, he brightens up Reki’s world easily. Reki thinks it comes as effortlessly as breathing to Langa.
All of a sudden, Reki feels movement and it’s Langa’s hand pressing gently against his own. Langa’s pinky slips on top of Reki’s, intertwining their pinkies as Reki had done earlier in the night. Reki feels as though his heart is about to beat out his chest and he doesn’t want Langa to ever let go. This one small point of touch is enough for Reki right now. He feels happy and warm.
Langa sighs softly again. Reki doesn’t second guess himself this time - Langa sounds content.