Joumato Month
Summary: For #JoumatoMonth on Tumblr. Drabbles pertaining to the prompts dedicated to the friendship and romance of Yamato and Jou.
Warnings (for this chapter): None
Chapter One: Love
There wasn't a clear perception of love in his mind. Even now, considering it, the entire thing felt like a dream and culimated into something he could never fully understand. That was ruined for him long ago and through his entire life.
So when did that moment come to him? Just now, maybe? No. Long ago, amongst the clank of dishes and the scent of rotting food. Not the most pleasant time to realize you love someone. Instead he remembered the scent of sanitizer and stale soap and the primal scent of sweat under a sheet barely big enough for the two of them.
That was then. Now, Yamato surely fucked that up. He couldn't keep his mother around. Sora split. Now, Jo was lost to him, too.
At least, that's what everyone else thought.
They didn't know the truth that lay beside him in the bed, snoring. Jou's glasses caught a slit of light coming in through the curtains. His pale skin dotted with heat. Injured body rising and falling with the comfort of sleep.
Then, Jo stirred.
"You're not only staring at me like some kinda creeper, but you're smoking in the bed again."
"Sorry."
"A lot on your mind?" Jo wondered and turned on his side.
"...when will we tell everyone that I'm you're quote unquote 'girlfriend'?"
Jo blushed deeply. "I'm sorry about that... I chickened out."
Yamato huffed. "You're just as bad as Taichi..."
The bluenette smiled and shook his head, then reached a hand up to the blond's cheek. "Don't start with that, you'll just get worked up again."
"You would be content with that."
"Probably. Now, let's get dressed before Koushiro puts together that we're almost always missing at the same time."
And, Yamato supposed, this was what love was. Spending the afternoon in secret with your best friend and wondering how it managed to happen at all.