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hajime yawns, his heavy eyes threatening to fall shut. no, not yet, he thinks. i have to wait... he wills his eyes open as he checks the time. 3:46 am. he knows waiting up for a simple text is a bit ridiculous, but the ironclad grip a certain someone has on his heart is far too strong to ignore.
he misses tooru every waking hour of his repetitive life and dreams of him in his moments of reprieve. in class he finds his mind wandering to those bright eyes and that pretty smile, that contagious laugh and lilting voice. he wants so badly to hold tooru’s hands again. he yearns for the summer nights they spent under the stars, stealing glances at one another with their fingers intertwined. he can still feel the warmth of his favorite blanket around their shoulders (and the warmth of tooru as well). whether they were suffering through sci-fi movies of questionable caliber or geeking over sailor moon, they always had the time of their lives. whether they were laughing and joking or debating and arguing, tooru felt like home.
he misses their inside jokes and the way they’d pick up each other’s catchphrases due to prolonged time spent together. he never thought that singsongy “yahoo!” would cross his lips, but tooru’s power over him eclipsed his petty perceived dignity. it’s wonderfully terrifying what one will do for love.
hajime cherishes the memories of tooru’s moments of vulnerability. something about being the only one in the world that gets to dismiss his insecurities and wipe away his tears makes his heart swell. the fact that tooru trusts him enough to show that side of himself means the world to
him. things tooru has said to him in tender moments pass through his head just as frequently as any other thought (which he learned in neuropsychology is thought to be upwards of 6,000 thoughts per day).
you’re my favorite person.
you make me feel so comfortable.
i’ve always thought you were beautiful.
in tooru’s words, hajime finds comfort and reassurance. in his moments of self doubt, he finds solace in the fact that he managed to capture the heart of the most amazing person on the planet.
just as the weight of his eyelids becomes too much to bear, his phone vibrates in his hand. his heart leaps in his chest when tooru’s name lights up his screen and he briefly returns to the waking (what the fuckity fuck is the word i want to put here is this correct?? who knows) world.
tooru
i know ur still up waiting for me to text u
go tf to bed
goodnight stupid <3
it’s so simple, yet it helps the deep ache in hajime’s chest subside (if only for a moment). in those few words, he can hear tooru’s voice, see his smile, feel his breath. it’s as though the 6000 miles separating them disappear, just for a split second. his lips curl slightly into a soft smile and a comfortable warmth blooms in his chest; only tooru can make him feel like this. he reaches his hand across the bed as if tooru’s own would emerge from the darkness to take it. it lingers, longingly, then drops to the mattress. he huffs a heavy sigh, embarrassed that he’d willed those familiar fingers to brush against his palm.
with burning cheeks, stinging eyes, and an aching heart, he types his response.
goodnight, tooru.
i love you