A/N: I haven't written for a year, so I'm hoping that I could start the engine by making these series of drabbles. Thanks bwusagi, for poisoning me and pulling me down to Midosaka hell.
There is love apparent in Sakamichi's eyes. Bubbling forth from deep within him, overflowing into a spring of pure mirth twinkling in his eyes. Midousuji was, as he has always been recently around the smaller boy, taken aback. It took him nearly three seconds before the realisation dawned on him and sent a gentle warmth creeping up from his chest up to the tips of his earlobes.
Oh, I am loved.
Then he would always grow speechless and awkward, which is gross and isn't like him, really. He always has something to say, a razor sharp retort to each stupid shit those zakus always spout. But this time, all semblance of words got caught in his dry throat. He felt choked, choked with yellow. The same yellow he carried in his heart after a beautiful day with his mom, the same yellow enveloping him before his body wastes away into nothing, the same yellow radiating from every inch of Sakamichi's bright smile, the same yellow of the small boy's jersey which is always covered in glistening sweat. Now it's enveloping him in a warm cocoon of bliss, and it all came from a single smile.
Sakamichi reached up, his smaller fingers trying to taste the touch of Midousuji's skin. For once he didn't pull back or flinched away. Unconsciously, he leaned down to get closer to those gentle fingers, craving the touch. When those fingertips grazed the warm, reddened skin of Midou's cheeks, it awakened blossoms of exploding yellow in every touch. Gently the glasses wearing boy guided Midousuji's face closer to his, the taller boy's lanky body bowing down low to a near perfect arch.
When their lips touched, Midousuji could swear he literally melted.
For a few seconds the world exploded in a yellow so bright it was closer to white. For a few seconds the world is enveloped in beauty and niceness and there's only the two of them so what should it matter?
Their lips parted with traces of sparks igniting his chest, his entire body awashed with the afterglow. Sakamichi's eyelids fluttered not unlike a butterfly's wings and his cheeks and earlobes glowing a pretty crimson. He parted his slightly swollen lips only to close and open it again like a fish, gasping for words. This time it only took him a look for Midousuji to realise that his Sakamichi was blushing ear to ear just like him, rendered speechless just like him, and it flooded his chest with unbearable tenderness.
"Akira, I..." Sakamichi whispered with a hoarse voice which was so uncharacteristically sexy it was unbelievable.
"I love you", he whispered suddenly, blurting out words that startled even the speaker himself, with a voice just as throaty and helpless as the other. Gross, gross, gross, he almost said to himself, but then Sakamichi's face bloomed into the most beautiful, breathtaking smile he has ever seen and it was so, so worth it and more.
Akira thought he wouldn't mind being gross as he leaned down for another kiss.
I'll probably make some more, so RnR?