a little something to celebrate the fact that someoka goddamn ryuugo is in goddamn hakuren in inazuma ares like WOW HINO. WOW! thanks for the bomb?!

alternatively this is set in the go! timeline

(canon atsuya and someoka interaction more like IM IN TEARS)


"Wrong number," says a familiar voice.

Shirou's breath fogs up the train window.

Wrong number.

The words echo in his head. Two simple words. Two words, coming from a warm, strong voice—yet sounding wickedly cold and distant to his ears.

How long has it been since he's heard this voice? How long has it been since he's closed his eyes, and let this voice soothe his nerves?

How long?

How long...

For a moment, Shirou can almost feel it again. The arms around him, holding him tight. The dark nights spent in them, as he drifts off into a dreamless sleep to the rhythm of the other's heartbeat. The quiet mirth he felt every time he woke up to the face that's carved deep inside his chest.

And yet, all of it fades away, just as quickly as it came, replaced by other more lucid memories. Ones where there were sobs, ones where there were pleas, ones where there were no more soft voices, and ones where there were the sounds of footsteps leaving.

Shirou blinks his tears away.

He chuckles into his phone. Hoping that his voice won't shake, he says, "Ah, my bad—sorry for disturbing you, mister."

The line goes dead. He tries to breathe.

Pulling his phone away from his ear, he sees a name on the screen. A name he used to mutter under his breath, sweet and loving. A name that used to bring sunshine inside him. Now, it simply brings a mellow breeze.

The photo ID is old—not as old as their first encounter on the snowy soccer field, but old enough that he's sure there are differences from then and now. The hair with the shade of pink that's soft to his eyes, the wide triumphant grin that used to be for him, the beauty spot just beneath the corner of his eye. He can't imagine what kind of differences there will be in current reality, but there must be.

And the numbers that accompany seem to mock him.

0:00:10

Ten seconds.

Ten seconds of his life. Ten second of the other's life. Just ten seconds of a brief, fragile, shallow connection.

Just ten seconds worth of forever.