I finally gave in and wrote angsty NiceArt.
It becomes even more painful if you listen to 9 Crimes by Damien Rice and/or Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy while reading it.
Unspoken Thoughts
Violet eyes slide open slowly, almost as if a weight is pushing down on them. The room is still very dark; it's presumably sometime between 2 and 4 in the morning. Art wonders silently what it is that roused him from sleep as he glances this way and that, eyes scanning the barren room for anything that looks off. He finds nothing. Leaning back into the mattress, he nearly jumps in surprise when he feels something warm behind him, but catches himself in time.
... Ishigami.
A quiet sigh leaves Art's lips as he lets himself relax again. It's been nearly a whole month, yet he's still not adjusted to waking up with someone else in his bed. Or maybe it's just the fact that it's Ishigami he's waking up to. A little voice in the back of his mind asks whether he'd still be so jumpy about it if it were Nice sleeping beside him; Art shakes his head to clear the thoughts.
Art's beginning to lose himself in his thoughts when he nearly receives yet another scare: Ishigami is mumbling something indistinguishable in his sleep. The ex-inspector has to remind himself that this is a normal thing for the Freemum leader. Nice never talked much when he slept, Art recalls easily, and when he did, he spoke oddly clearly. Memories of their time together at Facultas (during which they shared a dorm room, which is why Art knows more than most people would about Nice's sleeping habits) float to the surface of his mind one by one.
Nice...
Something warm is on Art's cheek. He takes a moment to realize that it's a tear - his own tear. He's crying. This isn't the time to get sentimental, Art reprimands himself mentally, reaching up to wipe the tears away hastily. Besides, it's not like we even had this kind of relationship to begin with. We were best friends. Following that thought, Art makes himself move on from the topic by reminding himself of the same things as always: Nice would never want their relationship to be anything other than that of very close friends, Nice isn't attracted to men to begin with, Nice would certainly never be interested in Art in that way even if he were gay, and anyway, Nice probably hates his old friend for all of the recent events. Understandably so, Art reckons. After all, he can't pretend he doesn't hate himself for all of this, so why should Nice have any sympathy with him? Nice is the one being affected.
Nice.
All of Art's thoughts end up centering on the brunet, no matter what he tries to do about it. Every sentence he formulates in his head begins or ends with Nice's name. Any plans or ideas Art has invariably lead to thoughts of Nice, whether that be in the form of "will Nice foil this plan too" or "how is this going to take me closer to Nice". And in the tiny gaps, the little spaces in between, when nobody's around to tell him what needs to be done and thought about - even then, he still thinks of Nice.
Little does he know Nice thinks of him too. Worse still is that Art has no idea that all of his "arguments" for why Nice wouldn't want to have a romantic relationship with him are, in Nice's most delicate words, bullshit. There's only one real reason, one motive, that always backs Nice's actions. There's one person he's always thinking about too.
Art...
Why yes, I do indeed like making my own heart hurt with the things I write. Anyway, let me know what you think~