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Takeshi was prone to nightmares, especially as of late. He had always had an overactive imagination, and the killing game didn’t help it. Sometimes he would dream of what would happen if he hadn’t snapped out of it and pulled Nakamigawa away from that rock. Sometimes he would dream about getting hit instead. Sometimes he goes through Ran’s whole execution. There were so many moments to relive, so many things to twist for the worst.
He can’t breathe. In a frantic daze, Takeshi gets up, and in a blink of an eye he’s by the couch where Nakamigawa was sleeping. He grabs his arm, shaking him lightly, “N— Nakamigawa.”
Nakamigawa groans, pulling his arm away, “Shush. Shoo.”
“Nakamigawa, please! I-I need you.”
That seemed to do it. He turned over and sat up, rubbing his eyes. His other arm grasps onto Takeshi’s. “I-I’m here, sorry, w-what do you need?”
Takeshi answers by letting go of his arm and wrapping his arms around his waist. He pushes himself closer by sitting on his lap, tucking his face into Nakamigawa’s neck. Nakamigawa’s hands rest on his back, moving up and down, soothing him. And if it wasn’t clear by now, he says, “You.”
Nakamigawa takes a shaky breath, continuing to smooth over Takeshi’s back. “Lay down, Takeshi. You’ll feel better.”
He does, pulling Nakamigawa on top of him. As he’s being dragged down, he grabs the blanket, pulling it over both of them. He lays his head against his collarbone while Takeshi’s hands skitter around his body, making sure he’s there.
Eventually, he seems content. His hands rested on Nakamigawa’s hips, squeezing a little, holding him there. Nakamigawa touches his chest, “What was it this time?”
When Takeshi doesn’t answer, he lifts his head, “You still there?”
“Y-Yeah, sorry… I don’t want to talk about it.”
“T-That’s okay. Takeshi, that’s okay. What do you want to do, then?”
Takeshi takes a moment to think, but he finds his head blank. He breathes shakily, struggling to come up with something.
“It’s okay if you don’t know,” Nakamigawa says softly. Takeshi swallows hard and nods. He continues, “Just… you can hold me for a while. Or talk to me, if it helps.”
Takeshi nods, relaxing, just a little. He holds onto Nakamigawa’s hips, trying to keep his breathing steady, trying to remain grounded. He can feel himself slipping, so he tightens his grip on Nakamigawa. “Can… Can I touch you?”
When Nakamigawa nods, his hands lift under his shirt. They trace along his lower back before settling on his hips again. He was so warm. Feeling the heat of his skin under Takeshi’s hands helped tremendously.
Nakamigawa shivered against him. He hoped his hands weren’t cold, though with how warm Nakamigawa felt, it was possible. He raises his head from his chest again, leaning towards Takeshi’s cheek. After a moment, with dull surprise, Takeshi realizes that he kissed him.
He kissed him.
He kissed him.
He kissed him?!
Takeshi catches his lips before he could pull away, one of the hands on his hips darting towards his hair. Nakamigawa makes a noise of surprise, but he quickly melts into it, kissing Takeshi back.
Nakamigawa props himself up by placing his elbows on either side of Takeshi’s head, lifting himself onto his knees, and deepening the kiss. Nothing too spicy, it was Takeshi who took it to the next level. He had been thinking of kissing him for so long, and now that it happened— especially during such an emotionally charged moment— it felt like a dam broke in him.
He pulls Nakamigawa in closer by his hair, parting his lips to let his tongue dance across his lower lip. Nakamigawa accepts, hesitantly taking the lead of the kiss, pressing into Takeshi, and—
There’s a rush of footsteps on the stairs. Takeshi and Nakamigawa couldn’t push away in time. Toshiharu freezes as soon as he sees them, breaking into forced, yet relieved laughter. “O-Oh, um— sorry. I just— I went to check on you, and you weren’t in your room, so I got scared, and— um… are you okay?”
Nakamigawa scrambles off of him, gripping the covers over his chest as if he’s been scandalized. Takeshi sits up too, wiping his mouth. “Uh… yeah, sorry. I’m okay.”
“Did… you have another nightmare?”
Takeshi just nods.
Toshiharu glances between the two, contemplating something. His mouth opens and closes. “Uh… I’ll think I’ll just… leave you be. Goodnight, Takeshi.”
After giving Nakamigawa a look, he starts up the stairs again. The room goes deadly quiet, until Nakamigawa groans, slapping his hands over his face. “Oh my God, Takeshi, they’re going to kill me.”
“What? No, they’re not.”
“They just saw me on top of their little brother with my tongue in his mouth—”
“Gross, Nakamigawa.”
“—OF COURSE they’re going to kill me!”
Takeshi rolls his eyes, “You’re so dramatic. They like you.”
“I-I’m not being dramatic! I’ve just spoiled their image of me! Now I’m going to have to pack my bags a-and leave the country!”
Takeshi sighs, flicking Nakamigawa’s shoulder. “Snap out of it. Can we cuddle?”
“…Fiiiiiiineeee.”