author's note:

This is a collection of one or two paragraph one-shots about Hiroki and Nowaki. Whiles some do not state their names, like "sleep" or "connection" ('coworker' meaning Miyagi), they are referring to them. Please get up and stretch a little before you begin reading, and after every couple paragraphs to keep focus. Also, read slowly, or else the relaxing effect this piece is ruined! Enjoy!

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rail

During the winter, snow would coat the brown rails of the train, an even layer of soft white powder spreading over the ground. Hiroki would sit and look out the window at the white world, thinking about Nowaki. He would sit so still, lost in though, nearly unblinking, you might think he was a statue. The only give-away was how his expression would change as thoughts ran through his mind at a slow pace. During the barren season, the train was warm, and often smelled somehow musky, and made him feel cozy and comfortable. He would always end up nodding off to the homey scent, arms falling limply to his sides, eye lids gently closing.

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yellow

Yellow was a nice color. Yellow was pale sunshine on a fall morning, yellow was the strange colored overcast in the sky the hour before a storm. Yellow was the color of dry grass, that crunches when your step on it. Yellow was Nowaki's favorite color. When he would walk with Hiroki through the park in fall, he would hold hands with him, and they would step on the dry yellow grass, and watch as the pretty pale yellow sunshine went away as the sky turned to the yellow tinted overcast, and then running home before the rain started, panting while still grasping each other's hands, hair whipping about their faces and smiles tugging at their lips.

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sleep

The quiet hiss of the radiator, the snow collecting on the roof, the bed which creaks as they move occaisionally, the still air, the warm scent in the room that marks the reign of winter, the fingers intertwined underneath thick covers, the steady breathing, the two people who complete the winter scene, and the aura of sleep wafting about.

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connecting

Connection. Connection is the unnoticeable looks between two people when they walk down the street together, or the way you want to reach out and hold that person's hand when you sit next to them reading, and even how you both reach for a napkin at the same time. Connection is when you stare into your special person's eyes, and you realize just how lovely they are, and they're actually thinking the same thing about you. Connection is when two coworkers sigh at the exact same moment, and you know they're having love trouble too. Connection makes you feel glad some one else is on the same boat as you are.

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drip

Hiroki ran his fingers through his hair as pushed his spoon around in his cereal bowl with his other hand. Nowaki sat across from him, reading a newspaper, while eating a muffin. Blueberry, to be exact. The only sounds in the room were the clinking of Hiroki's spoon against the bowl, the quiet rustling of a newspaper, and the rhythmic dripping of the sink. The white light of a misty morning was seeping through the blinds. Nowaki finished his reading, and Hiroki had given up on playing with his spoon. They listening to the soft plink of the faucet. On the fifth drip (both of them counting), they both looked up at each other, and smiled.

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author's note:

There will be a part two, with the one-shots "warm, light, depression," and "rain". Well, if you want there to be a part two anyway. Here's some questions I would appreciate answered! :

-Which was your favorite?

-Did you find any type-os or grammar mistakes? (don't be shy.)

-Should there be a part two?