Warnings: Slight Shounen-ai.
Author's Notes: Shortest. Thing. Ever. I like it. After months of Writer's Block and a Good For Nothing Computer, I finally wrote something!...kinda. Well, enjoy, I guess.
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR! Darn.
Sometimes Yamamoto regretted falling in love with Hibari.
He felt like they were too different, the personification of water and oil. He won't deny that those differences triggered excitement in him, as if he was about to put on practice a new baseball strategy, but there was a limit to everything.
Hibari hit him whenever he tried to hold his hand, scooted away when he tried to lay close to him, glared at him when he complimented him, and he ignored him when he talked.
He hadn't even said anything when he confessed.
Yamamamoto was a very physical guy; he loved to feel other people's warmth through touching. He doesn't meant to intrude their personal space, but to him, direct contact is the way to show affection. Hugging, kissing, and holding hands were all things he had dreamed of doing when he had found a romantic partner...well, Hibari wasn't exactly his boyfriend. Surely there wasn't any way to describe their relationship. Definitely not friends; not lovers either, unfortunately. They just understood eac other: Hibari recognized the carnivore in Yamamoto, and Yamamoto saw the human in Hibari, even if just briefly. Maybe the swordsman misunderstood that silent agreement. Maybe it was the relief that made his heart race, his cheeks burn, his smile turn genuine...
But then he woke up. Yamamoto knew that it wasn't relief that caused those butterflies in his stomach, nor the electricity in his veins.
He had no idea what Hibari's feelings were, however. The skylark really was a mystery impossible to solve. It broke Yamamoto's heart to not know what the older boy was thinking whenever he stayed indifferent after the Rain Guardian said "I love you." Perhaps telling him what he felt for him was a bad idea, that Hibari believes that he's an idiotic fool for having such "herviborous" feelings. Or worse, he's disgusted. How Yamamoto wished to go back in time...
But then, he sees the small quirk on the corner of Hibari's lips whenever Yamamoto laughs, the shine in his slate eyes when the swordsman fights, the dark look on his face when he's talking to his fangirls... Then he feels the tips of Hibari's fingers travelling through his short black hair when he thinks he's asleep, the light pressure in his lips on those rare times he had let himself be kissed, and the way the Cloud Guardian unconsciously leans on him when he takes a nap.
Sometimes Yamamoto regretted falling in love with Hibari, but most of the times, he was glad.
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