Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Nagi wasn’t one to care for looks, much less his own. Reo, on the other hand, was forever tweaking any minor imperfections he somehow managed to find on himself, even though Nagi could never seem to be able to find any of them.

And today, the problem was with his nails. Nail paint chips, it gets scratched and Reo hated that. He really should leave them clean but he misses the little burst of colour when it’s not there.

Nagi watched him absently, sat next to him on the edge of reos bed, as Reo ran the brush over his perfect nails.

Up and down each nail a few times then on to the next. Nagi noticed how the paint only went on the nail and not on the skin. Reo managed a perfect, even coat of shiny black every time. Effortless. A very Reo way of doing things.

“Do me next?” Nagi found himself asking. “Do my nails” for some reason, he felt like he had to clarify as a vacant blush on his cheeks seemed to betray him.

“Huh? Err yeah, ok” Reo seemed surprised by this and spoke before thinking up an actual answer “if you want”

“I do” manners, Nagi, he reminded himself “please”

“O..ok. Let me just finish my own” Reo still seemed surprised. Nagi wondered why. Maybe it was the sudden interest in having his nails painted that he’d never expressed before. Or maybe Nagi suddenly being interested in anything was surprising to Reo. He hoped that wasn’t the case.

The concentrated silence resumed, though it seemed different. Nagi wished he hadn’t said anything now. He’d made it awkward, hadn’t he?

Nagi had a bad habit of overthinking when it came to Reo. And another bad habit of not really thinking that deeply about anything else. Nagi wasn’t an overthinker. At least, he wasn’t until a few months ago.

Reo then took his hand, snapping him back to the room. He looked at Reo, but Reo had submerged himself in his own concentration and… was that red on his face?

Reo had a habit of sticking his tongue out when he was focusing and he was doing it right now. Nagi loved it, it was adorable.

It took a lot of will power to keep a straight face. Nagis straight, blank unemotional face was his trademark, his image, what he was known for.

He was going to need to get a new image if this kept up. Maybe he could make black nails his new thing?

Reo is so skilled with this fiddly little nail paint brush Nagi idly noted. Nagi just knew if he had to use this thing, he would get paint all over the tips of his fingers.

But he didn’t want to paint his own nails. He wanted Reo to do it.

Reos hand was warm under his as he wordlessly brushed Nagi’s nails with black paint.

It felt so weird. When you’re not used to it, everything feels weird, sure.

Try having your nails painted, by and in the same colour as, the biggest and only crush you’ve ever had in your whole life.

“Hey, we match now” Reo Commented as he finished up. He stretched his fingers out, snapping them together in a fan. Nagi copied him, replicating the same snappy fan. It made Reo laugh.

“What else should we match, Reo?”

“Huh?” Reo was either genuinely oblivious or was just playing dumb. There were other possibilities, of course, but they were NOT worth considering. Nagi didn’t waste time thinking about things he didn’t want to. Why would he? Why would he??

“You mean like clothes?” Reo called Nagis attention back to the here and now.

“I guess?” Nagi realised he had been too eager before. He attempted to tone it down. He dulled his eyes, straightened his mouth, leveled his tone. They were in Reos house. Reos clothes, he hoped.

Reo seemed confused. Or maybe it wasn’t confusion. Reluctancy, maybe? Embarrassment? Nagi never was good at reading faces. “If you want to, I guess…” reos voice trailed off as he stood up

Nagi reflexively grabbed his arm. “Don’t worry about it” Reo wasn’t sure.

Reo looked down at him. Still maybe embarrassed and definitely confused. “Nagi?”

He stood there for a second, calculating his next move, then sat back down on the bed. Then fell back onto it, sighing deeply with the descent.

He put a hand on Nagis chest, pushing him down with him.

Wow. Ok. Alright. Stop, heart. Calm down, Nagi.

“Hmm?” Nagi managed to streamline all his thoughts into a single noncommittal sound.

“Hmm?” Reo echoed. What was he doing, really. “Why you tryna match with me, Nagi?”

Brrrrrrrr. The sound of Nagis brain. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Ding

“I want to”

What? That was it? No shit, Nagi, well done.

Reo laughed, rolling on to his side.

To close. To close. To close.

“And why’s that?”

Nagi was on his side too, now. Damn magnetic Reo.

“I want to wear your clothes”

What ever Reo was expecting, it seemed like it wasn’t that. “You do?”

“I does”

Reo laughed at that. Probably because Nagi was being stupid, although he hoped it wasn’t. That would be… embarrassing.

“Only if you’ll let me wear yours”

Reo was too close. Too close to his face. Nagi could feel his breath on his face when he spoke. The heat radiating off his naturally warm body. He could see every slight movement of Reos eyes, every mark on his perfect, beautiful face.

Nagi hoped Reo was thinking the same things.

“Nagi?” Reo reminded him.

Wait, what did he say? Something about wearing Nagi’s clothes? “Yeah, ok” Nagis words came out dry and rough and not at all in the way you’d want when your trying not to sound so utterly and thoroughly infatuated with the most beautiful person you have ever seen only a few centimetres from your face.

And breathe. Calm down Nagi.

Reo was staring dead into his eyes now. Still, silent, contemplative. Why was he doing that? Torturous behaviour.

Reo suddenly leaned in, planting a kiss to the end of Nagis nose.

Reos eyes seemed to be looking straight into Nagis soul, searching for a response, before Reo rebooted and almost passed out from embarrassment.

Nagi could have spontaneously combusted right there and then and he would have died happy. He felt his whole face go red as he just stared at Reo, who was too going an intense flush of red, stared at his eyes, his nose, his mouth.

More.

Nagi watched it move, possibly saying something, probably worth listening to. His ears caught up a second later. “Agh s.. sorry err let’s do… the clothes thing now, yeah” Reo pulled himself up to sit on the edge of the bed.

Don’t do this to me. Don’t play with my heart like thisssssss

Nagi did as he was told, sitting up and beginning to remove his hoodie.

“Wow, what are you…” Reo began then remembered what he had literally just said. He looked away, going an even intenser shade of red, if that was possible. “I… don’t know if I can…”

Nagi stopped removing his clothes. Yeah, fair enough. It was pretty awkward now. “Ok, Reo” he paused before adding a hopeful “maybe another time?”

“Yeah, alright”

Progress, Nagi told himself.

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It had never quite registered with Nagi how many clothes Reo actually had. He knew he was like rich, or maybe just rich didn’t quite cover it, but this was a lot of clothes for one person.

Nagi didn’t really go shopping for clothes but he imagined this wasn’t far off what a clothes shop was like.

And they were all arranged so neatly. In item, style and colour order. Reo was impressive

Nagi’s own clothes were arranged in whatever order they hit the floor. And the ones he had forgotten about or didn’t wear were hung up, definitely not in colour, style and what was the other one order. Nagi tended to only wear black and white. Reo was the most colourful thing in his life. It was role reserved solely for him.

Reo cleared his throat. Oh yeah, he was still there. The real Reo. “Anything you err… want to try?”

Nagi scanned the hangers in Reo’s open wardrobe, as if he hadn’t already been doing that for ages “hmmmm” He brought a hand up to his chin. What was he doing? He probably looked so stupid, he was barely even thinking.

Reo seemed to find this amusing “don’t burst a blood vessel thinking too hard, Nagi” he laughed a bit

“You pick something for me Reo, I’ll where what ever you want” clever. This took the pressure of Nagi and dumped it straight on to Reo.

Luckily, Reo was good with clothes. “Really?” He asked as if he didn’t quite believe what he had just heard.

“Yep, hit me”

Reo made a long hmmm sound as he ran his fingers along the hangers, chewing his bottom lip a bit, seemingly deep in thought. Far deeper than he probably should be.

“How about that?” He announced finally as he pointed at a purple and white patterned jumper. Nagi recognized it. He had seen Reo wear it a few times. It looked good on him.

Most things did.

“Ok”

“Good, alright” Reo mumbled as he took the jumper out of the wardrobe “I really like this one, it’s a nice jumper” he added as he offered Nagi an awkward smile, which Nagi ate up.

Reo’s smile was on the same level of gorgeous to Nagi as scoring nothing but blind headshots in his favorite game. Nothing but round the corner crack shots invoked the same feelings in Nagi as seeing a bit of Reo’s teeth. The way his face shape changed slightly with the movement. The way his eyes narrowed into the expression.

Though, now he thought about it, Reo couldn’t just be compared to something like that. He was incomparable. On his own tier. Above everything and everyone.

Nagi would do anything to see Reo’s smile again and again. Can you get tattoos on the inside of your eyelids?

Focus.

He tuned back into Reo’s voice “-I mean, it looks good on me so it should look like a drea-“ Reo cut himself off. Nagi noticed his hands twitch as if he wanted to shoot them up to his mouth to shut himself up.

Nagi was about to say something dumb like ‘everything looks good on you, Reo’ when he was saved from embarrassing himself “What do you want me to wear?”

“You want my hoodie?” Nagi replied, maybe a little to quick

Nagi watched as Reo’s face went a little bit pink “oh, yeah. Ok, alright”

Reo didn’t get flustered often. He was calm, collected, composed, other words that escaped Nagi at the moment… But seeing the picture perfect golden prince of the school getting flustered, especially when Nagi was like 95% sure it was his fault, was exhilarating.

“It looks good on me so it should look like a dream on you” Nagi echoed Reo’s words as he pulled the hoodie over his head. Luckily the movement muffled the sound. And hid Reo’s reaction.

He handed the hoodie to Reo who just stared at it for a second, then at Nagi, without a hoodie on. Weird. He looked so different in just a shirt. Nagi watched Reo’s eyes trace his arms, his neck then snap back up to his face. Nagi watched Reo chew his lip. Listened to the sound Reo made when he composed himself. The clear of his throat.

Fell back down into reality when Reo practically shoved his jumper at Nagi.

Reo’s clothes were a lot smaller than Nagi’s. It’s not that they didn’t fit though, it’s that they were the right size and everything Nagi owned was several sizes too big for him.

He pulled Reo’s jumper over his head. It felt weird. But it felt so good. Reo had put Nagi’s hoodie on too. He looked lost in it. “Why do you have your clothes so big Nagi?”

“Like them like that” that wasn’t a full sentence. “I err… more comfortable?” Nagi tried again, not making much improvement.

“It’s weird seeing you in something that isn’t white or black” Reo continued, chuckling absently. Nagi had a limited colour palette, he was a simple guy, what did you expect?

“Does it look good though?” Nagi found himself asking.

Reo did it again. He chewed his lip, cleared his throat. Nagi hadn’t seen it often, but these seemed to be nervous tics for Reo. Nagi wondered if he was the only person that knew about them.

“Of corse it does. You’d look good in a bin bag, Nagi”

“Hm?” Nagi was confused, and he didn’t really know why. “You wouldn’t need anything to look good, Reo”

Why. Did. You. Say. That?

You’d look good without anything on. Great. Get a fucking grip Nagi, you can’t just say…

“You think?” Reo cocked his head to the side slightly, then must have had a similar telling off in his own head as he cleared his throat again. He looked down at the huge white hoodie he was submerged in.

“I bet we could both fit in this”

“What?”

“What?”