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Anyways, I've been doing some writing on and off and I think it's time for me to upload some stuff I've been staring at for so long. Expect some updates over the next few days! Look forward to some rare pairs. ^^
Yes, thanks to a really sweet friend of mine this isn't Hetalia, but I promise I'm still going strong in that fandom. For now, have a Garenai oneshot! From Gareki's perspective, pre-relationship. This is after Gareki leaves the airship and moves to train at the school. Enjoy! Rated for language.
TL;DR: Garenai pre-relationship oneshot, Gareki's POV; warning for language))
It's unexplainable and the observation makes the whole ordeal all the more irritating.
Gareki is miles and miles away from the said cause of constant irritation and he's still completely surrounded. He wakes in the morning to the snores of his odd delinquent (the irony) roommate and the first thing that assaults his eyes, as it does every morning, is the goddamn Niji.
Plush.
It's ugly and deformed and God (never mind that he'd never believed in one and never will), the stitching is fucking lopsided and messy and the plastic red eyes aren't alive, they're never alive because he's still sane and he's staring at a goddamn plush, damn it.
(And it's Tsukumo that gave him the damn thing in the first place but he never remembers because it's Nai, freaking Nai everywhere.)
Why does he do this to himself?
Rather, what the hell is he doing?
(He'll never admit to the furious inner battles he has with himself every morning, how many times he's tried to quit keeping the lopsided little monster squished under the pillow and the blanket to keep Shishi from noticing that he owns a stuffed animal, because he does not go to sleep with it and it's not the last thing he sees before he goes to sleep, thank you and piss off.)
(The bear Yogi gave him is still there with him, just on the far corner of his bed and a little more nerve-wracking to glimpse in the darkness of the room at 3am.)
Gareki sighs, carding a hand over his face and hair. The beady red eyes of the little plush stare back at him as if they, in Nai's voice, ask him: what's wrong?
And for a moment he sees luscious red eyes, all deep ruby shades and fiery orange flickers and gold-yellow streaks.
With a start, he shakes himself out of it.
This is getting ridiculous. He's seeing things and hearing voices now, and that's not even half of it. He goes to the cafeteria for breakfast and those damned cheap snacks Nai had looked so happy eating are being sold in the vending machines (they're so cheap he could afford them; at least get him something more expensive because that naïve idiot doesn't know better, bastards); in training his head automatically jerks after every obstacle he clears as if he's making sure that something, someone, is safe behind him. When he's not in class he's halfway to grabbing his phone from his pocket before he catches himself and lately he's come to the conclusion that he's not waiting for sleep anymore at night after he's changed and in bed-it's a buzz from his phone again.
Because he, apparently, can't seem to fall asleep anymore without hearing back from that damned Niji. And when he's not freaking pining for him like some lovesick girl, it's constant worrying, because God (again), what if those sheep finally cracked and revealed its true intentions and are threatening Nai or he has stupid questions he can't ask anyone else or they're not giving him snacks when he wants them or they forgot to find him in hide-and-seek or, worse, maybe he accidentally rolled off the bunk bed and what if he broke his ribs—Niji have ribs...right...?—and he can't breathe anymore and nobody's awake to get to him and he's going to die—
Bzzzz.
Gareki startles, then growls in frustration, burying his face into the pillow. This is getting out of hand and he knows it. The sheep are always around (dark intentions or no) and Yogi and Tsukumo wouldn't let anything happen to Nai. He would never have left if he wasn't sure that Nai would be safe.
And damn it, he needs to see the message right now.
(He doesn't really want to, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't need to see it, because what if it's an emergency-)
Reluctantly he brings the phone screen to his face and squints. It reads: Good morning, Gareki!
Three words.
Three fucking words from the irritating Niji and his heart's calming, his chest's lightening, and there's something…warm, tentatively spreading through him.
Gareki stares at his phone for a while. He doesn't notice when the screen dims and eventually turns off.
It's a bunch of pixels, honestly.
He still doesn't understand why he feels like this as he types out a greeting and a few more words in reply. But for now, the worries have settled and as he finally sits up in bed and waits for Nai to reply, everything is alright.
(Later, when they've been reunited; and much, much later, another combination of three words, said with trusting eyes and an open heart, will do so much more than a heart flutter.)