Kubota x Tokito. Two short pieces: EC edition and WA edition. Fluff with a morsel of WA angst.

Dreamcatcher

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[EC ver.]

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As Kubota entered the committee room, he was greeted by the sight of Tokito, upper torso sprawled over the table, sound asleep.

He hadn't anticipated the discussion with the student body president to go that long. It seemed the rest of the members had left for lunch, leaving Tokito who'd decided to wait for him.

Now it was only fair that he returned the favor. Kubota picked up a magazine and sat down beside his friend.

"Argh, Kubo-chan..."

Kubota turned to him, but Tokito was only talking in his sleep.

"Unfair... give it back..."

Kubota watched, amused. Tokito's hand swept about, as though trying to catch whatever it was that the dreamland Kubota had snatched away from him.

"Ow!" The hand accidentally hit the hard table surface, and Tokito's eyes opened.

"Huh?" His half-awake stare landed on Kubota. "Kubo-chan, I said give it back..."

"What?" Kubota smiled.

"My sandwich..." Finding no sandwich in sight, he blinked, consciousness apparently returning. "Oh."

"You dreamed of me?" Kubota grinned, draping an arm across Tokito's shoulders, bringing his lips closer to the boy's ear. "I'm quite flattered."

"You shouldn't be." Tokito yawned. "You were stealing my lunch in it."

"Let's go get lunch, then." Kubota stood up cheerfully. "So I can make your dream come true."

Tokito pouted, but followed him to the door. "I'm not getting sandwich."

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[WA ver.]

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Kubota lifted his head from the newspaper to observe the view by the window. "We should alight at the next stop," he told his companion.

Hearing no response, he turned to his side.

The portable game lay loose in Tokito's hand on his lap. The man was asleep, body carelessly draped on the train seat, his head tilted back towards the ceiling.

Kubota smiled.

"You should know better than to do this in my presence, Tokito," he murmured, and leaned over.

Tokito jerked awake at the contact, making a startled sound against Kubota's lips. His hands pushed instantly at Kubota's chest with a force Kubota had witnessed but never experienced firsthand before.

The game fell to the floor.

A heartbeat passed.

Slowly, Tokito's eyes gained focus. "Kubo-chan?"

The hands on Kubota's chest relaxed. Tokitou blinked at them, then quickly withdrew.

Kubota leaned back on his seat. "Sorry. Did I startle you?"

"It's fine," Tokito said. He straightened the glove on his right hand, even though it had not come undone.

"Bad dream?"

"I don't know." His head thudded on Kubota's shoulder with a huff. "Shadows... that's all I remember when I wake."

"Hm."

Silence stretched.

In-between the rumblings of the train, Kubota heard the subdued breathing from the body leaning on him.

"Fallen asleep again? That's fast."

"Hrngh?" Tokito mumbled.

Carefully as not to move his shoulder, Kubota picked up the newspaper. They'd missed the stop anyway.