Notes: Written for FuruMiyu Week (2014), prompt: conflict. Inspired by and based, with utmost respect, on the lovely art by swimmingaomines over at tumblr.
Disclaimer: Diamond no Ace belongs to Terajima Yuuji.
every single time 01 – Day 2: Conflict
They don't say a word to each other for the rest of the night. The dirty dishes sit unwashed in the sink; the matching mugs sit untouched on the counter, next to the now cold kettle.
Furuya surrenders for bed at 10:37pm. His day clothes go into the hamper, switched out for a thinner t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Pausing by the edge of the bed, he glances to the door, which he has left slightly open. His bones feel heavy
He slips under the covers, and stares up at the ceiling.
Sleep doesn't come.
By the time the door creaks open, Furuya is still wide awake, curled up on his side with his eyes closed. He hears the slow patter of footsteps crossing the room, and then the mattress is dipping behind him, cloth rustling softly. The other man tugs at the covers, carefully; Furuya loosens his grip just a fraction, and listens as Miyuki settles in for the night.
The space between them yawns wide, unresolved.
Furuya blinks rapidly, bites his lip against the prickling in his eyes.
If I could, he almost says, but even that isn't good enough. Nothing is.
And nothing will be.