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writetomyheart2015-03-15 11:21 pm
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[Team Two] Set the World on Fire
Slightly angsty snippet of...something. Unfinished and unbetaed because I ran out of time, so this is something I'll probably revisit in the future.
“Happy to be home?”
Not really, but it’s not like Yamada can say that out loud, so he glances around the room as though seeing the pictures on the wall for the first time. Luckily Chinen takes note of his silence and presses on, perhaps already knowing how Yamada feels.
“Dai-chan got his headphones taken away from him again,” the younger boy remarks, sticking close by Yamada’s elbow as he trudges to his bed and dumps his suitcase on the end of it. “He cried, said it was a gift, but you know Hikaru, he won’t budge. He did look sorry though. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left it lying around somewhere for Inoo-chan to give it back.”
“The question is,” Yamada says, pulling out his a pile of t-shirts and stuffing them in the second drawer, “how long until he’s getting something else confiscated?”
Chinen makes a face torn between amusement and exasperation. “There’s already a running bet going on. Most people think it’ll be a two weeks, but I say one. I saw his new phone.” He presses his face close, and Yamada doesn’t even pull away anymore, just continues to refold his underwear neatly before storing them in the top drawer. “If you’re interested, I currently stand to win three lunch vouchers, one CD and two ‘get out of class’ passes, plus a portion of what was left over from last year’s stash depending on the value of my initial contribution.”
“Let me guess.” He does a clean sweep of his suitcase by dumping its remaining contents on his bed and moving them to his dresser. “You want me to make a donation to this worthwhile cause?”
The minute Yamada zips his suitcase shut and shoves it under the bed Chinen replaces the space it had once inhabited, legs swinging off the edge as he beams. “I’m so glad you decided to stick around. I’d hate to waste time training another roommate.”
Yamada glares at him, but still pulls out his wallet. A small contribution would be worth even just one get out of class passes, let alone a free lunch, and for as long as Yamada’s known Chinen, he’s never once been wrong before.
“Thanks,” Chinen chirps as he pockets the cash. “And just a heads up, the next couple of times I’m going to make a losing bid, okay?” He slides off the bed. “Well, no time to waste. I’m going to go find Yuyan.”
Yamada blinks, bag of toiletries in one hand. It’s not that he’s surprised about Chinen spending time with his boyfriend, Chinen’s first moves aren’t usually so blatantly. Years of rooming with the guy has taught Yamada that Chinen is usually the one pulling strings from behind; at least when it comes to shared interests. And last year, Chinen and Takaki definitely had a shared interest. “Already? When did you get here?”
“Ten minutes earlier than you but it’s Yuyan’s last year and I’m not wasting any minute of it. See you at dinner!”
The door shuts behind him, so that’s what Yamada ends up saying goodbye to.
***
The way Daiki’s carrying on about his new phone at dinner makes Yamada think that Chinen might win the bet after all. He tunes out roughly when Daiki starts showing everyone the multi clock feature, turning his attention back to his still-full bowl, pushing the food around it a bit with his chopsticks. He’d hoped company would help to ease the churning of his stomach when he first entered the cafeteria alone, but he’s felt detached from their conversation all night.
“Is there a multi alarm function instead?” Chinen asks, plucking a small mound of rice from his bowl and shoving it in Inoo’s mouth with his chopsticks when the prefect walks by. “So you won’t be late for class for once?”
“Thanks Chii-chan,” Inoo mumbles through the mouthful, giving the table the briefest of waves, and glides past without stopping.
“Yes!” Daiki’s insists, turning his head back down to his phone and pressing a few buttons. “I still keep pressing the sleep button though.”
“Why need an electronic alarm when he has Inoo?” Takaki asks, earning him a snort and a high five from Yabu.
The tips of Daiki’s ears turn red, and the resulting commotion ensures that nobody pays any attention to Yamada slipping away with a full try in his hands.
***
Yamada’s been working on his temper in recent years, but when it flares up on occasion, he can’t do anything to stop it. Such as now, rising steadily as he ascends the stairs to the dorms.
He doesn’t know what he expected. Definitely not for the summer break to magically cure him, revert him back into being the carefree, happy-go-lucky boy, but Yuto’s lack of presence in the dining hall is far from unusual, and yet Yamada had still looked for that crop of unruly, black hair.
The anger that built up inside surges out of him in full force when he uses his key to throw open the door without bothering to knock, and sees Yuto hunched at his desk, back towards him. Only when Yamada kicks the door back with his foot does Yuto start and turn around.
“Yamada?” he asks, eyes wide. “Wha—?”
“You weren’t at dinner again.” Yuto bristles at Yamada’s cold tone, and Yamada knows it could be too much, but he was so sure they’d gotten to a good place last year. If Yuto’s just going to retreat to his old ways again, Yamada doesn’t know what they did it all for.
“I wasn’t hungry,” Yuto snaps back, and when he stands up, his eyes glitter with his own anger. “I don’t need you to remind me like some maid. Why are you here, anyway? I thought you’d decided to leave.”
Yamada almost drops the tray. He wants to throw it at Yuto’s head, hear the resounding clang as it hits the wall, but he manages to drop it on the table with trembling fingers before taking a step back. “Fuck you, you know what I came back for,” he tries to roar, but his voice comes out shaky and raspy around the lump in his throat. “You know what? Maybe a maid is exactly what you need. Or did you forget what happened the last time you forgot to eat for a week?”
He doesn’t give Yuto the chance to respond. Yamada turns on his heel and wrenches the door open, but only one foot has stepped across the threshold when there’s an insistent tug on the back of his shirt.
***
“I got a tattoo,” Yuto voice emerges from the dark, long after Yamada asked about his holiday with Keito; so long that Yamada had almost fallen asleep like this, with Yuto’s long arms wrapped around his naked torso. Yuto would have woken him up though, if he had, because this isn’t allowed, sharing beds overnight, and Yamada would then have had to begin the inevitable trek back to his own. He’s surprised Yuto has even let him stay so long afterwards.
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“Happy to be home?”
Not really, but it’s not like Yamada can say that out loud, so he glances around the room as though seeing the pictures on the wall for the first time. Luckily Chinen takes note of his silence and presses on, perhaps already knowing how Yamada feels.
“Dai-chan got his headphones taken away from him again,” the younger boy remarks, sticking close by Yamada’s elbow as he trudges to his bed and dumps his suitcase on the end of it. “He cried, said it was a gift, but you know Hikaru, he won’t budge. He did look sorry though. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left it lying around somewhere for Inoo-chan to give it back.”
“The question is,” Yamada says, pulling out his a pile of t-shirts and stuffing them in the second drawer, “how long until he’s getting something else confiscated?”
Chinen makes a face torn between amusement and exasperation. “There’s already a running bet going on. Most people think it’ll be a two weeks, but I say one. I saw his new phone.” He presses his face close, and Yamada doesn’t even pull away anymore, just continues to refold his underwear neatly before storing them in the top drawer. “If you’re interested, I currently stand to win three lunch vouchers, one CD and two ‘get out of class’ passes, plus a portion of what was left over from last year’s stash depending on the value of my initial contribution.”
“Let me guess.” He does a clean sweep of his suitcase by dumping its remaining contents on his bed and moving them to his dresser. “You want me to make a donation to this worthwhile cause?”
The minute Yamada zips his suitcase shut and shoves it under the bed Chinen replaces the space it had once inhabited, legs swinging off the edge as he beams. “I’m so glad you decided to stick around. I’d hate to waste time training another roommate.”
Yamada glares at him, but still pulls out his wallet. A small contribution would be worth even just one get out of class passes, let alone a free lunch, and for as long as Yamada’s known Chinen, he’s never once been wrong before.
“Thanks,” Chinen chirps as he pockets the cash. “And just a heads up, the next couple of times I’m going to make a losing bid, okay?” He slides off the bed. “Well, no time to waste. I’m going to go find Yuyan.”
Yamada blinks, bag of toiletries in one hand. It’s not that he’s surprised about Chinen spending time with his boyfriend, Chinen’s first moves aren’t usually so blatantly. Years of rooming with the guy has taught Yamada that Chinen is usually the one pulling strings from behind; at least when it comes to shared interests. And last year, Chinen and Takaki definitely had a shared interest. “Already? When did you get here?”
“Ten minutes earlier than you but it’s Yuyan’s last year and I’m not wasting any minute of it. See you at dinner!”
The door shuts behind him, so that’s what Yamada ends up saying goodbye to.
***
The way Daiki’s carrying on about his new phone at dinner makes Yamada think that Chinen might win the bet after all. He tunes out roughly when Daiki starts showing everyone the multi clock feature, turning his attention back to his still-full bowl, pushing the food around it a bit with his chopsticks. He’d hoped company would help to ease the churning of his stomach when he first entered the cafeteria alone, but he’s felt detached from their conversation all night.
“Is there a multi alarm function instead?” Chinen asks, plucking a small mound of rice from his bowl and shoving it in Inoo’s mouth with his chopsticks when the prefect walks by. “So you won’t be late for class for once?”
“Thanks Chii-chan,” Inoo mumbles through the mouthful, giving the table the briefest of waves, and glides past without stopping.
“Yes!” Daiki’s insists, turning his head back down to his phone and pressing a few buttons. “I still keep pressing the sleep button though.”
“Why need an electronic alarm when he has Inoo?” Takaki asks, earning him a snort and a high five from Yabu.
The tips of Daiki’s ears turn red, and the resulting commotion ensures that nobody pays any attention to Yamada slipping away with a full try in his hands.
***
Yamada’s been working on his temper in recent years, but when it flares up on occasion, he can’t do anything to stop it. Such as now, rising steadily as he ascends the stairs to the dorms.
He doesn’t know what he expected. Definitely not for the summer break to magically cure him, revert him back into being the carefree, happy-go-lucky boy, but Yuto’s lack of presence in the dining hall is far from unusual, and yet Yamada had still looked for that crop of unruly, black hair.
The anger that built up inside surges out of him in full force when he uses his key to throw open the door without bothering to knock, and sees Yuto hunched at his desk, back towards him. Only when Yamada kicks the door back with his foot does Yuto start and turn around.
“Yamada?” he asks, eyes wide. “Wha—?”
“You weren’t at dinner again.” Yuto bristles at Yamada’s cold tone, and Yamada knows it could be too much, but he was so sure they’d gotten to a good place last year. If Yuto’s just going to retreat to his old ways again, Yamada doesn’t know what they did it all for.
“I wasn’t hungry,” Yuto snaps back, and when he stands up, his eyes glitter with his own anger. “I don’t need you to remind me like some maid. Why are you here, anyway? I thought you’d decided to leave.”
Yamada almost drops the tray. He wants to throw it at Yuto’s head, hear the resounding clang as it hits the wall, but he manages to drop it on the table with trembling fingers before taking a step back. “Fuck you, you know what I came back for,” he tries to roar, but his voice comes out shaky and raspy around the lump in his throat. “You know what? Maybe a maid is exactly what you need. Or did you forget what happened the last time you forgot to eat for a week?”
He doesn’t give Yuto the chance to respond. Yamada turns on his heel and wrenches the door open, but only one foot has stepped across the threshold when there’s an insistent tug on the back of his shirt.
***
“I got a tattoo,” Yuto voice emerges from the dark, long after Yamada asked about his holiday with Keito; so long that Yamada had almost fallen asleep like this, with Yuto’s long arms wrapped around his naked torso. Yuto would have woken him up though, if he had, because this isn’t allowed, sharing beds overnight, and Yamada would then have had to begin the inevitable trek back to his own. He’s surprised Yuto has even let him stay so long afterwards.
/passes baton over to
nightbaron079