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Kuramochi would’ve huffed about Ryousuke breaking his concentration by waltzing in and sitting on the floor next to him like this. Well. He would’ve, if he was actually concentrating. He had spent a while here, staring at the ceiling and doing nothing else. It wasn’t as if he had nothing to do, but the problem was he was too bored to sit and play video games. Or to, you know, go outside. And, judging by the way that Ryousuke came in the way he did, he had nothing else to do, too. Kuramochi stills for a moment when he feels Ryousuke press his shoulder against his, then decides to spare a glance over at his senior.
“What is it?” Kuramochi speaks up after a staring contest, feeling a bit bashful that he had been staring at Ryousuke for so long.
Ryousuke says nothing, glancing away for a split second. “What do you mean? Can’t I come in and spend time with you?” Is his amused response. It manages to make Kuramochi keep silent, seeing as, really, the only reason for him to be in here was for that reason only. Ryousuke seems to pick up that his boyfriend won’t say much else, and only elects to tilt his body to be just a little closer to Kuramochi, brushing their lips together.
It was barely a kiss, but it does make Kuramochi smile, just by the way Ryousuke nudges his forehead against his soon after. “You missed me today, right?”
With nothing but a chiding grin, Ryousuke presses his lips to Kuramochi’s cheek before pulling away. “Don’t get too cocky, Youichi...” he places a book in his arms to the floor, a rather soft exhale leaving his lips while he’s adjusting himself to lie on the floor. After a short pause, Ryousuke rolls onto his back, evidently ignoring his plans on reading to look up at his boyfriend, reaching up to press a few fingers on the corner of Kuramochi’s mouth.
Kuramochi brings his hand up to hold onto Ryousuke’s wrist, not much hesitating with blatantly kissing his fingers and knuckles. Now that was something he did for no reason other than he’s really become taken to kissing Ryousuke’s hands, which was something that Ryousuke did not like.
“Why do you always have to do that?” Ryousuke speaks up, tugging his wrist from out of Kuramochi’s grip and shifting back to lie on his stomach, all while resting his head onto the palm of his hand. Even if he did move quickly, Kuramochi still saw the pink dusting his cheeks.
“No reason. I just like to kiss you,” Kuramochi notices the way Ryousuke stills his movements, how his shoulders tremble with the hitch of his breath. Logically, Kuramochi knows that provoking Ryousuke is a bad idea, but it's just so tempting . So, he reaches over to Ryousuke and rests his hand on his head. Then, he goes just a bit further and begins to run his fingers through Ryousuke’s hair. “And I think it's okay for me to kiss my cute boyfriend, right?”
Ryousuke covers his face. He actually does. Kuramochi can feel his lips quiver and his stomach flutter when he comes to the realization that he's really just said that to Ryousuke and that it solicited such a bashful reaction from him. Then Ryousuke starts to laugh. The laugh itself is barely audible, but the silvery lilt in the sound is practically the only thing Kuramochi paid more attention to.
Nestling his face further into the safety of his crossed arms, Ryousuke lets his bubbly laughter trail off and murmuring Kuramochi’s name in the most sincere way possible. It has to be because even he's noticed just how pink the tips of his ears are.
“You've got to stop calling me cute,” Ryousuke speaks up and Kuramochi can barely make out what his muffled voice is saying. “You fucking kiss-up.”
Kuramochi is beyond glad that Ryousuke can’t see how much he’s blushing, too. They’re both, honestly, on the same scale, as far as Kuramochi’s concerned. He doesn’t feel like continuing, whether it’s because he’s close to literally burning at the display before him, or because he feels like ‘sparing’ Ryousuke more sugary compliments, Kuramochi doesn’t actually know.
Well. He does know. At least he thinks he does. Kuramochi really doesn’t want to get hurt by provoking Ryousuke any further. Yeah... That’s it.
It doesn’t stop him from wanting to touch Ryousuke some more. Kuramochi continues with outright petting Ryousuke’s head, feeling some warm feeling well up in his chest at the sensation of the soft, rosy locks of hair in between his fingers. It’s nice. Kuramochi has never really done this for Ryousuke, it was usually the other way around. And, sure, they’ve been together for months at best, so the chance doesn’t come up often, but it’s still nice to do.
The silence that befalls the two of them is utterly comforting. These times are rare, too. Relaxing together just to enjoy each other’s company. More often than not, they don’t really do this. Kuramochi doesn’t get why, though he chalks it up to lack of privacy more than anything else, as they’ve actually never been in his room alone before.
Kuramochi realizes now, that spending time with Ryousuke here, rather than kissing by the vending machine or star gazing on a grassy field feels refreshing and new . It puts a smile on his face, along with a distinct warmth on his cheeks. This can’t be something Ryousuke himself hasn’t noticed, but Kuramochi feels the need to ask.
“Ryou-san, hey...” Kuramochi begins, stopping once he glances down at him. He’s more than just baffled at what he’s seeing: Ryousuke sleeping before him, as if this sort of thing just happens . Kuramochi doesn’t have a single idea of what to do, whether he should continue to thread his fingers through Ryousuke’s hair, or wake him up, or take a picture.
He really wants to take a picture, but that really cannot happen. No matter what, Kuramochi doesn’t have a way of doing so—unless. Unless...
No, it’s a really stupid idea. Kuramochi doesn’t want to risk Ryousuke waking up and catching him doing this thing. This... Stupid thing. No. He has to draw him. The risk of death will not stop him, and now, Kuramochi is on his feet, rummaging around the slight mess of his room just to find his sketchbook. Once he’s got the thing in his hands, he turns to look at Ryousuke, feeling his heart actually start to hammer in his chest, nearly forgetting to pick up one of his pencils.
With nothing but a soft exhale, Kuramochi takes light steps back to his spot, sitting next to Ryousuke before testing himself and running his hand through Ryousuke’s hair again. It almost makes Kuramochi laugh. Ryousuke is in one hell of a deep sleep. Without much thought, Kuramochi flips to a random blank page in his sketchbook, spending more time than he wants to with just gazing at Ryousuke before Kuramochi officially ‘starts’ sketching him out.
It’s crazy to think that Ryousuke can actually look so innocently peaceful. From the slight part of his soft lips, down to the loose hold he has on his own arms; Ryousuke hardly bears any resemblance to the sly, sharp-faced third year that Kuramochi has spent all these years with. And those cheeks! Kuramochi finds himself loving how they just barely squish against his forearm, resisting the intense urge to stop drawing to reach over and hold Ryousuke’s face in his hands.
Kuramochi doesn’t do it (not yet at least), and instead forces himself to focus on Ryousuke’s hair. It was easy to immerse himself with drawing the curls of Ryousuke’s hair; Kuramochi loves Ryousuke’s hair in the first place. While today was the first day he was able to comb his fingers through it, Kuramochi can’t think of a day where he hasn’t literally stopped to appreciate Ryousuke’s hair. Namely the times a few strands would brush against his face and tickle his nose whenever they would kiss being his favorite thing about it.
The hum Kuramochi lets out is very audible, though he can’t really help it. It’s not like he wants to be too self-congratulating about this, but he thinks he’s been doing a damn good job at drawing Ryousuke so far. And he is beyond glad that he could be so liberal with just staring at Ryousuke like this, as he would never be able to do so with any other context. Kuramochi keeps his gaze down on his sketchbook for a few more seconds, deciding that he’s about done with drawing and setting it down next to both himself and Ryousuke.
To be honest with himself, Kuramochi is rather shocked that he’s had a little more than an hour of full privacy with Ryousuke. So much so, that he doesn’t hesitate with touching Ryousuke’s hair again, letting a soft chuckle pass his lips while he’s at it, to boot. It was good that Kuramochi ‘finished’, as Ryousuke stirred from his slumber not even seconds after Kuramochi’s hand was back on his head.
And yes, it does manage to startle Kuramochi.
Ryousuke bats Kuramochi’s hand off him. “That’s enough...” he groggily manages to say, sitting up in the most sluggish way possible and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. It’s obvious that Ryousuke still isn’t fully awake, though it doesn’t stop him from still being a perceptive little thing. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Kuramochi blinks in response, only to scramble for words once Ryousuke gives him a pointed look. “No reason. You... You don’t really sleep in front of me, like, ever, so... I was just... Looking.”
It’s tragic that Kuramochi hasn’t made an attempt to hide what he had been working on for the past hour, especially with Ryousuke being right there to see it. Kuramochi realizes his mistake the second Ryousuke’s gaze falls down to his open sketchbook.
“Oh. Okay. What’s this, then?”
“That? Nothing. It’s nothing!” Kuramochi has to fake a laugh, snatching up his sketchbook and avoiding Ryousuke’s gaze. It’s a futile attempt, Kuramochi obviously knows that. It barely stops him from trying, holding his sketchbook against him and finding the floor beneath him the most interesting thing in the room.
Ryousuke hums, scooting closer to Kuramochi. It’s like he expects Kuramochi to cave and look at him, which he inevitably does. “What is that, Youichi? I wanna see,” the smile he gives Kuramochi really makes him want to just hand the sketchbook over...
... And he does.
Kuramochi watches Ryousuke’s fingers tap the edges of his sketchbook, feeling as if he has to say something. “You looked cute. When you were sleeping, so I just—”
“Youichi...” The soft utter of Kuramochi’s name stops him from speaking. That, and just how red Ryousuke’s cheeks are. “That... Do I really look like this when I sleep?”
The silence that subsequently consumes the room is stifling . Kuramochi can’t tell if Ryousuke is luring him into some kind trap or if he really this embarrassed about a not-so-simple drawing of him. Nonetheless, Kuramochi manages to answer. “Yeah. Just like that,” he swallows audibly, reaching up to coax Ryousuke to rest his sketchbook on the floor, keeping his fingers curled around Ryousuke’s wrist soon after. “Are you mad or something?”
Ryousuke frowns, though the color on his cheeks stay. “I should be,” he pauses. “I’m really fucking embarrassed.”
The words that come out of Ryousuke’s mouth are spoken with nothing but utter truth coloring them. Hell. It made Kuramochi embarrassed that Ryousuke was so embarrassed by it. He didn’t know that Ryousuke had such a weakness for seeing himself like that.
Admittedly, Kuramochi found it really cute... So much so, that he acts on the idea that was stuck in his head for a while . Kuramochi releases his hold on Ryousuke’s wrists, feeling his lips curl up into a grin once his hands are firm against Ryousuke’s warm cheeks. God. Kuramochi officially loves Ryousuke’s cheeks.
“Mm. What are you doing.”
Kuramochi laughs, much louder than he wanted to. Ryousuke’s voice was muffled by Kuramochi’s hands. “You’re so cute, Ryou-san. I mean it!” He feels Ryousuke’s breath hitch again, along with hearing the unpleased hum of his. Kuramochi never thought that he would be able to witness Ryousuke act like such a flustered mess. “I really should draw you more often—!”
After Ryousuke strikes Kuramochi in the forehead—as expected—he allows himself to hold Kuramochi’s gaze. He must have found it easier the moment Kuramochi released his hands from his face. In fact, that must be the case, as Ryousuke blatantly moves closer to hold Kuramochi’s hand, to even go the extra mile and kiss his cheek.
“I... I wouldn’t mind. If you wanted to draw me again, Youichi...” Ryousuke’s voice is dripping with sincerity, despite the rather forceful hit he gave Kuramochi moments earlier. “Just. Don’t act like such a cheeky asshole for seeing me like this. Alright.”
Kuramochi can’t promise the last part, but he nods nonetheless. “I’ll try, Ryou-san...” with a bark of laughter, he moves in to rest his head against Ryousuke’s, squeezing Ryousuke’s hand in his own. “We can try now. I’ll bet you’ll love seeing how cute you look when you’re blushing and—”
“No. Absolutely not.”