Lungs
The barely-there imagery began to fade, slipping in both texture and memory as Kuroko opened his eyes, the emotion he felt in his dream also dispersed. He awoke with a clean slate.
The sharp, clear light told him that it was far too early in the morning for Kise to be awake, to be leaning on his elbow over him, focused on some fixed point on Kuroko's own face. Surprise only showed itself in Kuroko's eyebrows for a second; "What's wrong?" He breathed.
Kise's scrutinizing gaze moved from the mysterious point down to Kuroko's lips, then back up to his eyes.
Kuroko realized that Kise was holding his breath, and holding his right hand, palm down, on Kuroko's chest, with a strangely firm sort of gentleness.
"Checkin' you're breathing."
Kuroko stared right back up at him.
"That's silly."
Kuroko heaved a sigh and rolled away from Kise.
As an afterthought, he added: "Please sleep."
Inspired by Lily's Allen's "Holding on to nothing."
It's going to be hella hard to write Kise but I am excited to try. Let me know if you guys have any tips!
Enjoy!
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