A/N:The prompt was given to me by oochako from tumblr. The prompt was to write something fluffy/smut.
Mayu Nozaki has gotten used to receiving Mikorin's texts that he can't sleep without them. He saves their conversations and rereads them when Mikorin no longer replies to his text messages at night. When this happens he finds himself contemplating about their relationship and about how he's beginning to care for Mikorin. He realises how troublesome this feeling was so he ends up rolling in bed and try desperately hard to fall asleep. He closes his eyes and allow the darkness to calm his nerves to rest. Yet, with all the darkness and all his effort to put himself to sleep, he still couldn't shake off the image of Mikorin inside his head.
He opens his eyes again. He sits up, the bed creaks as he shifts his weight and then he crosses his legs in front of him. The sound of the rain as it fell against the eaves was deafening. He feels as if his chest is being squeezed by the cold night air that was coming and going out of his system. The branches quiver, the sound of the leaves rattle softy and the wind coos. The metallic sound coming from the roof made him remember the time when he and Mikorin were drenched, it made him miss the redhead more. Just remembering his image, the way his clothes clung to his slender frame and the way his hair flattened made him want to see his face. It made him want to see the different expressions he makes, the way his cheeks fluster and the way his eyes shine when he's delighted.
Mayu feels his cheeks suffused with warmth. Mikorin's too adorable for him to handle that it feels like his heart is about to burst inside his chest. He takes a deep breath and stares at the ceiling.
What could Mikoto-san be doing at this time? He wonders.
Is he asleep or is he playing his game?
He stares at his phone, fighting the urge to check for any of Mikorin's message. But he was never one to resist temptation. He takes his phone on the table and checks for Mikorin's messages but he sees that he received nothing. He slumps again in bed clearly disappointed and rolls on his side to sleep. He sighs and then the feeling of being foreign in his own skin grabs hold of him. For someone who's never been excited at anything, it was weird that he was always anticipating Mikorin's texts and even more so the fact that he always wants to see the redhead and thinks of him constantly. Before it has always been judo, but now, he's not sure anymore. He tucks himself in bed and this time allows his thoughts to wander without any restraint.
It was difficult to sleep. Especially with Mikorin on his mind, he decides that he should seek advice from his brother or from his friend Kobayashi but how would he explain it to them? It was too troublesome. He rolls on the other side of the bed and closes his eyes once again. The wind coos once more, he snuggles against his blanket. The coldness of the night air seeps into his skin and he wonders whether his window was open or not. He takes a glance to see whether it was open and finds out that it isn't. He sinks in bed. The rain has still not ceased and his nerves were in haywire, he's getting impatient and wishes it to be morning so that he can have an excuse to text Mikorin. The feeling of anticipating and waiting for something was excruciating. It was horrible, as if his limbs are being stretched to impossible lengths.
"So this is love."
He thinks of how troublesome and how tedious a feeling it was. As always, he sleeps with the thought of Mikorin in his heart.
